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m1d-45 · 1 year

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…was birthed chalk

summary: any smith that discards a perfectly good blade holds no amount of power over the craft. perhaps it’s better, then, that the sword is passed onto one who knows better.

word count: 6.1k (good lord-)

-> warnings: spoilers for albedo lore, rhinedottir is Awful and albedo has a small crisis over it.. a metaphor that may or may not make sense only bc i was the one that wrote it

-> gn reader (they/them)

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<< part 1 || < masterlist >

when albedo wakes up, the sun has long since risen.

it’s not a surprise, as he stayed up rather late simply thinking, but it was inconvenient.

he sighed and reached for his nightstand, tying up his hair just enough to go through the motions of the morning. it was a fast, familiar, memorized pattern, quickly waking him up and getting him ready for the day. he rushed a little bit, knowing he’d woken later and rhine was expecting an explanation, but he still exited his room with hardly a yawn, moving for the kitchen. maybe he could indulge a bit, have something sweet- to wake him up, of course, and drain the remnants of sleep from him.

he barely had the chance to step over the threshold before rhine’s door opened and she walked out, bag over one shoulder and a folder in the other. she looked over at him, eyes sweeping over his clothes.

“what are you dressed like that for?”

he glanced down at himself. he wasn’t wearing anything stained or torn, and was practically identical to what he’d worn yesterday. a white shirt and pants, thick enough nothing spilled would quickly reach his skin but thin enough that it wasn’t a hassle if they needed to be disposed of. the same things he always wore.

“what’s the issue, master? is there a fault in my clothing?”

her face twisted like he’d said the sky had turned red. “didn’t i say you were coming with me today? that’s not exactly fit for snow.”

the room suddenly turned into a vacuum, all of the air leaving albedo’s chest even as he took a breath. go with her? where? when had she said so? he would have certainly used the time from yesterday to prepare if she had told him.

“stop staring and change. quickly.”

her words snapped him out of his haze and he nodded, a mumble of ‘right away, master’ clumsily pushed out of his mouth as he rushed by.

what did he wear? he rarely went on trips outside of the lab, and when he did it was never far enough to warrant much more than a simple coat. and where were they going? was it going to be cold? hot? dangerous? would he need to be able to move quickly?

albedo felt like his body was moving on its own, stripping off his shirt and pulling on another before he could make the conscious decision to do so. the flimsy band he used to tie up his hair fell to the floor but he hardly noticed, simply grabbing the more secure one for lab work and wrapping it around his wrist as he continued to change.

he wasn’t sure how, but he eventually made it out of his room in a cohesive outfit, a jacket thrown over his arm. when rhine looked him over again, she couldn’t find a fault, nodding and turning for the door.

albedo fought off a smile.

there was a cold wind outside so he ended up putting on the jacket as they walked, feeling odd about it. it was thick to keep out the chill, but… it was strange to have so much more weight to his movements. similarly, walking in boots instead of simpler shoes felt strange, out of place. he supposed it was simply because he’d never really worn them before, rarely ever venturing out like rhine did…

he followed her through a forest, trying to take in as many details as he could without stopping to sketch. brilliant blue butterflies fluttered on top of yellow flowers, large petals dipping and swaying under the weight. sun streamed through the gaps in the leaves, shifting as the winds rippled through the boughs of oak and pine. it bordered on overwhelming, the sounds of birds he’d never heard distracting him long enough that he nearly tripped over a large root.

rhinedottir huffed, an odd mix of amusement and irritation. “what, you never heard a bird before?”

he tracked a large red one as it hopped across branches, searching for something unseen. “nothing this vibrant… i’ve never been this far from the lab before, master.”

she gave him an odd look. “really? i expected you’d be out and about pretty often.”

he tore his gaze away from the bird to look at her in confusion, but.. she seemed serious. “you told me to practice alchemy, so… i did. i run experiments and rarely leave, only if i’m searching for a substance we’re out of. the farthest i’ve been was only around a five minute walk, to… miss alice called it starsnatch cliff.”

her face twisted at the mention of alice’s name, and she picked up the pace slightly. “don’t talk about her.”

“why? has she done something to upset-“

“just listen to me, alright? don’t.”

the conversation died in an instant, leaving albedo confused once more.

the forest soon broke, the trees dispersing out into a plain, and he looked around, trying to get his bearings. there was a map in the lab but he rarely used it, only ever looking to see if rhine could pick him up a material or another that he needed without going too far out of her way. still, he had a vague memory of it, enough to know the name of the mountain they were approaching.

“is the domain near vindagnyr?”

rhinedottir tensed, her grip on her bag tightening. “it’s called dragonspine.”

the edge to her words shuts down any further questions he had, and he bites his tongue with a nod.

another thing to learn.

they thankfully don’t go deep into the mountain, stopping only on the outskirts. he recognizes the domain they stopped at from the diagram she showed him, the diamond sigils faintly glowing yellow.

he inspected the domain, double checking both the inscription on the bottom and the idea he had to solve it. it seemed like it was feasible, but-

“here.” rhine held out a hand, holding a long sheath. a leather handle stuck out from it, the silver of a guard glittering dangerously, and albedo hesitated before taking it.

“why do i need a sword, master?”

she waved a hand as if it was obvious. “it’s dangerous. now stay here, i’m gonna go find a geo slime.”

“i don’t know how to wield it, are you certain-?”

“if you don’t want it then just leave it behind. it’s useless anyway.”

without any other words, she left, leaving him with a sword he didn’t know how to use.

carefully, he undid the latch and pulled off the sheath, revealing a smooth silver blade. it was simple, with a basic cross guard and a neat edge, but he still felt intimidated by the razor-sharp edge. his specialty was with alchemy, not with blade-work… surely rhine knew that?

albedo flipped the sword over and blinked at the engraving along the center of the blade. wouldn’t it make sense to have it on both sides?

he brought it closer to his face, squinting a bit to make out the words. it was an old sword, evidently, and it showed in the faded marks.

‘as the creator forged, so too do i serve.’

albedo stared.

though the words were blurry and indistinct, he was certain that was what it said. but what did it mean? there it was again, the mention of this ‘creator’, this time on a blade? was it a title, referencing the blacksmith? surely that was what ‘forged’ was there for…

at the sound of footsteps he quickly put the sword back in its sheath, deciding to shelve the thought for later.

rhinedottir came up besides him, chest heaving with effort. one of her hands was carefully cupped, a yellowish slime in her hands. “alright, i’ve got the condensate. whats your idea?”

“the inscription says to take the shortest path and to repeatedly-“

“albedo, the elemental energy in this thing isn’t gonna last.”

ah…. “top right, middle left, bottom left, middle right, bottom right, top left.”

she nodded, walking towards the domain. carefully, she smeared the slime over the sigils in the order he told, each glowing brighter as she went. as every sigil lit up, the path connecting it to the center sigil seeped with energy, flowing down to the middle. when the last of the condensate was pushed into the final sigil, the center one glowed as well, pulsing brightly. with a loud and heavy crack, he domain doors split open, falling inward.

rhinedottir was crouched, wiping the remainder of the slime onto the grass, and she stared at the doors

“you did it.”

warm pride bloomed in albedo’s chest. he had.

he helped her up and she picked up her bag of supplies, but turned to him instead of the door, a stern expression on her face.

“now, albedo, you need to stay close to me, alright? don’t stray off or wander, and if you get lost stay put and shout. domains are dangerous things, and frequently filled with monsters. this one should be empty, but in the case that it isn’t… just don’t go poking around where you shouldn’t.”

he nodded, clutching his sheathed sword a little tighter. a satisfied flicker of a smile crossed rhinedottir’s face before she turned, delving into the domain.

he followed dutifully, making sure to stick to her side. it was hard not to ask to stop and look at a carving on a wall, or an inset of gold upon a door, but the idea of her irritation kept his curiosity at bay. they made their way over mossy and cracked stones, occasionally pushing through creaky, rotten doors or climbing over fallen stone. the air itself felt ancient, important, and he wondered why rhinedottir was searching this one. she want one for history, but surely there wasn’t anything of value here…

they stopped in front of a large door, remarkably intact for the state of the rest of the domain. it was simple, blank, and the only visible mechanism of opening it were the four levers, two on each side.

rhinedottir put her hands on her hips, huffing. “there’s only two of us.”

albedo looked around the room, spotting a large pile of debris and not much else. a plan began to form in his head, a rough draft of possibility, and he wrapped the strap of the sheath around his waist to free his hands. the sword was odd and uncomfortable, but it stayed.

rhine spoke before he could, “any ideas?”

oh.

he cleared his throat, carefully stepping forward to see if she would stop him.

she didn’t.

he approached the lever closest to him, noting the large ball on the end for grip. carefully, he pushed down, surprised to see it gave with little effort. the mechanics were likely rusted and tired, unable to provide the resistance it used to, or maybe the weights had snapped off due to their ropes rotting… whatever the case, it made his job easier.

he let it go, watching it ease back into position, and turned around.

“how heavy is your bag?”

at first, her eyes lit up, but they quickly dimmed. “the angle of the levers is too sharp, it’ll just slide down.”

he shook his head. “no. the levers don’t exert enough force rising up to counter your bag, provided it’s heavy enough. as long as we push it down first, it’ll stay.”

she hesitated, holding the bag tighter, but eventually caved. as she walked over, albedo pushed down the lever again, moving to the other side of it so she could hook her bag on it. her hands hovered around it as he removed his hand, but it held.

a smile spread across her face, and she looked up eagerly. “we need one more.”

albedo turned to the pile of debris and took off his jacket, laying it out on the ground. carefully, he fills it with stone, tying the sleeves together into a handle and carefully hoisting it up. a few rocks slip, but he can tell just by holding it that it’ll work fine.

rhine gets his plan and lowers the lever for him, letting him hang the jacket on it. together, they move to the other side of the door, taking their own levers. creator and creation, in sync, pushing down the levers to a domain.

when the door creaks open, albedo turns to her in joy, delighted at the show of cooperation-

rhinedottir brushes past him, pulling her bag off the lever as she walks past.

the doors begin to slide close and albedo rushes to slip between them, leaving his jacket hanging in his haste, and shivers at the cold in the new room.

it’s dark, more so when the doors shut with a bang. the only light is a pale blue in front of him, the shadow of rhinedottir outlined within it. she’s peering down at something, her bag dropped at her side.

the floor is covered in something dark, something that floats when he kicks at it. he crouched, careful not to touch it, and sees they’re… feathers. thousands and thousands of feathers, littering the floor and walls. they’re large, smooth, as if all the feathers on an impossibly large bird had simply… fallen off.

the sound of a zipper draws his attention, and he looks over, standing. the source of the blue light is gone, the light now white and coming from a headlamp on rhinedottir’s head. she’s zipping up her bag, a self-satisfied smile on her face. “i should have brought you sooner, your skills are a pretty good tool.”

the air went cold.

ice quickly crawled through albedo’s veins, faster than it would naturally just from the chill. an unnatural, frozen mass settled in his stomach, fed the more he turned over rhinedottir’s words in his mind.

she didn’t seem to notice, busying herself with brushing off feathers from a door in the corner, but albedo couldn’t shake it off as easily as she did.

why did it bother him so much?

the walk back to the lab was cold, both because he had left his jacket and because it was nearing nighttime. the lamp on rhine’s head was the only source of light, forcing him to walk behind her and keep his eyes trained on the floor to watch where she stepped. now that it was dark, he could see that something in her bag was glowing, blue light barely edging through the gaps in her zippers. she’s taken something from the domain, but what?

he didn’t notice when they arrived, too lost in his thoughts, only pulled out by the sudden warmth around him. he shut and locked the door and watched as rhine goes through her normal routine. boots off, coat off, bag in hand, and it’s only when she pushes open her door that he takes a step and realizes a problem.

“master?”

she pauses, slight annoyance flashing for a brief moment across her face. “what?”

albedo undoes the loop of the sheath, holding up the sword, but she shakes her head.

“keep it. you’ll need it later.”

without another word, her door closes, the silent click of the lock solidifying the barrier between them.

the next day is wrong.

it’s the only way he can describe it. there’s a tension in the air he can’t quite understand.

he’s cold even under his blanket, and he thinks about putting on his jacket only to remember he doesn’t have it. the floor is cold, and he shivers as he walks to his door.

the fire is out, which explains why the room is so cold, but it still feels empty beyond that. everything is in its place, nothing is overtly missing, but…

albedo grabs a lighter and some tinder, crouching besides the fireplace and relighting it. sparks fly and flame catches, and he stays for a moment to warm up, looking around the room. snow has swept in besides the door, which makes him frown. why would rhine leave again so soon after a discovery?

the fire crackles and pops to life, and he stands, backing away a bit so he doesn’t get burned.

what’s wrong?

why does the room feel so empty?

he turns, intending to check the small table by her door where she sometimes leaves him notes, but his attention catches on his desk.

it’s mostly as it was when they left the day before, with one vital exception: a large and thick book, weighing down two envelopes.

if he had a heart, he had a feeling it cracked.

he feels… a word comes to mind, dread, but he doesn’t understand it, not fully. his breath picks up as he approaches the book, as his shaking hand brushes over the print of his name in his master’s handwriting and he feels cold.

‘albedo,’ it reads. nothing more. nothing less.

his chest feels tight, his mind running rampant as it tries desperately to catalogue, define, and diagnose whatever makes him feel so nervous.

carefully, cautiously, albedo pulls the envelope from beneath the leather bound book, feeling afraid.

he pulls out his stool and sits, mostly so he doesn’t feel as nauseous, and rips open the letter, pulling out the twin sheets of paper inside. its… small. the ‘paragraphs’ are barely a line or two long, yet the handful of sentences feel like they’re being forced into his mind by chisel.

Kreideprinz,

I have found what I have been looking for. Locked within the domain we searched was the Heart of Naberius, and I have no further matters to attend to here.

Go to Mondstadt. Find my old friend, Alice, and give her the recommendation letter. Then, complete your final assignment. Any other projects you were working on prior are now void; consider this to be the only one that matters.

Your final assignment: show me the truth and the meaning of this world.

— Gold

he reads and rereads the words over and over again, but they don’t stick. his hands are shaking, worse now, and something in his chest begins to hurt. he checks the other page but only finds a map, the backs of both papers empty. nothing more. nothing less.

albedo drops the papers, if only to read them without the words shaking, but finds that his sight has begun to blur. he wipes the water from his eyes and tries again, and again, and again to understand what’s written in the letter.

rhinedottir always said that if he didn’t perform well she would simply leave; was this the end result of that? had he failed to keep up with the pace she had silently set? was there some silent cue he was meant to follow, something to direct him to the answers she wanted quicker than he would organically find them? was he meant to be quicker, more efficient, was he meant to find things at such an inhuman pace because he was never truly human to begin with?

‘kreideprinz,’ she says (nothing more, nothing less), pretending as if the title from his ‘childhood’ wasn’t something he had clearly failed to earn if she had left, if he had somehow failed. ‘recommendation letter,’ for an ‘old friend,’ as if she hadn’t stopped talking about her after the incident with klee, never inviting them back no matter how many times albedo subtly hinted alice might be able to help her.

even as he stands, as his mind registers the command of his final assignment, a large portion of his mental space is taken up by the instincts she drilled into him, desperately attempting to make sense of at least something.

maybe it’s hunger, his thoughts nudge, but he’s never had the largest appetite to begin with, and accidentally skipping days of meals while he was focused on a project never made his stomach hurt like it did now. he feels- he doesn’t know how he feels, he could stop and sit and think for a year but never know. the words he’s searching for are out of his reach, blurry, unknown to him even as he feels them all the same. he knows that it’s likely some sort of panic response, the ever-analytical sector of his mind forever chugging away and collecting data on his own feelings, but he doesn’t know why.

why?

he pulled a bag from his closet, blankly running through a checklist his brain pulled from thin air. the book rhinedottir left him was tucked into a pocket, the letter put away while the map stayed out. ‘mondstat,’ she said. he’d heard about it from alice—made sense, he was supposed to go there to see her—but while the name was familiar, he still didn’t know where it was.

he’d packed. nearly all of his belongings were tucked within the bag, save for maybe a few of the early textbooks he studied from simply due to space and weight. still, even as he set it on his desk and stared at the map, reading the names yet not registering the information, he didn’t feel ready.

feel. the word was beginning to lose meaning.

he felt things he didn’t understand and didn’t feel what he thought he should. he wasn’t angry that she left without warning, nor sad at the lack of assignments or the vagueness of the one he did receive. he wasn’t resentful—a word that hardly applied to him anyway—because she had left before she reviewed something he’d submitted to her. he wasn’t anything he knew, and everything he didn’t.

he was just… hollow.

albedo wiped the tears from his eyes and made an effort to read the map, understanding only the location of the lab, the marker designating north, and the city labeled mondstat. he folded the map and put it in his pocket, pulling a lab coat over his shoulders and hefting the bag. the door was cold, the wind outside even colder, and as he stared at the key in his palm, he wondered if it was even worth it to lock the door.

metal twisted within metal.

the chalk prince crumbled.

the first thing albedo noticed about mondstat was that it was tall.

buildings stretched higher than he’d ever seen, walls so tall he had to look up to see the guards patrolling along the top, bows in hand.

the second was that it was an island.

he checked the map rhine left him—and blocked out the part of his mind still documenting the bitterness in the back of his throat, wondering if it was emotion or illness—and upon further inspection, if he squinted.. the blurry lines revealed there was in fact water around the city.

he folded it away. at least he knows he has the right place?

he steps from the treeline where he’d been resting, pulling the familiar weight of his bag i’ve this shoulders and-

“albedo?”

he freezes, barely a foot from the shade of the whispering woods.

he turns, slowly, and sees red within one of the bushes. bright, a hat on top of a red coat, blonde twin tails broken up by specks of grass caught within them. the clover charm on klee’s hat caught the light, shining, and a warm pressure built up in his throat.

familiarity.

“klee.”

he can’t stop the way his voice almost cracks, strained with his journey (he’s alone) and the realization he’s been avoiding (maybe he was meant to be)

she lights up upon recognizing his voice, quickly rushing from the bush to latch herself onto his side. her arms wrap around him, and he tentatively sets one of his on her hat, unsure where to put it.

(her hair reminds him of rhinedottir’s, of the time she spent meticulously washing dust and debris from it after a long journey, of the blades of grass she flicked into the fire as she braided it away, tying it with a bright red ribbon alice had gifted her)

“klee’s so happy to see you! what are you doing here? where’s your mom? are you here to stay? oh, can i show you my new dodoco?”

albedo picked through her questions in his mind, deciding which would be safe ones to answer. “i’m here for your mother, alice. i’m… to deliver a letter to her.”

klee backed away, fitting her thumbs under her backpack straps. “klee can take you to her! i was going back to the city anyways.”

he glanced at the forest. “what were you doing there?”

her face suddenly flushed a bright pink, eyes flashing with what he assumed was embarrassment before she rushed forward, taking him by the hand and walking at a shockingly fast pace for somebody so young. “don’t worry about it!”

albedo had a feeling he should.

nonetheless, he followed, letting her lead up up to and across the bridge. it was empty, an eerie feeling settling over it as he walked. he wasn’t sure why; maybe it was the imposing height of the walls? maybe it was the guards in front of the gate, swords at their sides?

(suddenly, he was aware of the blade hanging at his side that rhinedottir had given him. had she known that would be the last time they met? or had she intended to teach him how to wield it?)

(he’s not sure which is more unbelievable)

the guard on the left brought his hand up in what albedo could only assume was some form of salute, in the process slightly blocking their path. “klee. who is with you?”

“this is albedo! he’s the son of a friend of mama’s, and klee’s friend too!”

the knight scanned him up and down, lingering slightly on his sword.

(would he have the heart to hand it over? would he feel better without a reminder of her, or worse that he’d give it up so easily?)

the guard eventually settled with a second salute, dipping slightly in a half-bow. “mondstat welcomes you, strange yet respectable traveler. please state your identity and purpose; the knight of favonius are here to ensure your safety.”

‘knights of favonius’… the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t tell why. maybe from one of alice’s tales?

still, he dipped his own head in greeting, partially to stall. ‘identity’…

“i am albedo… disciple of rhinedottir in the study of alchemy. i am here to deliver a letter to alice, klee’s mother.”

klee looked up at him with a pout. “you’re not staying longer? what happened to all the things we were going to do?”

he didn’t remember ever committing to anything prior. “that isn’t my choice, klee. even if i wished to stay, i have nowhere to.”

the knight cleared his throat before the conversation could continue. “according to the knights of favonius handbook, we are to accompany travelers through the city as needed…”

“it’s okay mr. knight! klee knows her way around the city! i can take albedo to mama and then show him around.”

the knights were clearly uneasy about the prospect, likely because of klee’s age, but eventually nodded, moving back to their posts.

“mondstat welcomes you.”

klee quickly pulled him forward again, into the city, a quick ‘thank you!’ thrown over her shoulder that was likely lost in the sea of noise.

mondstat was loud. and full. more people than he’d ever seen in his entire life were gathered in just the simple courtyard she pulled him through, the calls of venders and the orders of customers melding together into an indecipherable mess. he was thankful she took him to the side, up a staircase, if only to get away from the massive crowds.

“mama is at a meeting with the knights right now, which is good! you can bring her your letter and get help from the knights at the same time,” klee explained, slowing down slightly from all the stairs. no wonder the walls were giant: so was the rest of the city.

he tugged her back, slowing to a stop. “klee, i don’t think i’ll need the help of the knights. if alice is in a meeting, then we shouldn’t bother her.”

“who said i was in a meeting?”

klee moved faster than he did, turning towards her mothers voice and running towards her, attaching to her side much in the same way she did to him. the thought pulled the corners of his lips into a smile.

“mama!”

alice laughed, catching her daughter easily. “hello, little clover.” she looked up, shock and recognition pooling in her eyes. “albedo? what are you doing here? is rhinedottir with you?”

his muscles tensed at the mention of her name, the memories of the past week of travel threatening to bubble up. he swallowed them down and hoped his voice wasn’t shaky, “no, but i’m to bring you a letter from her.”

alice’s eyes moved to his shoulders, to the large bag he’d been carrying. “are you staying here?”

“…i don’t know.”

her face twisted with something, and she turned her attention to klee before he could ask.

“clover, could you do me a favor?”

klee stepped back, “of course! what is it?”

“i need to read over albedo’s letter and sort some other things out, okay? while i do that, could you show him around the city? he’s never been here, and i’m sure he’d love for you to help him get his bearings.”

klee nodded, clearly excited, and alice walked around her to him. he pulled the letter from his pocket, but she reached for his bag instead. “let me take this.”

“that’s not necessary, i-“

“-have nowhere to go, albedo. i’ll hold your things while you walk with klee.”

something earnest and soft cradled her words, a care to the way she smiled at him when he caved and handed over his bag. he felt lighter without it.

before he could think about it further, alice was gone and klee had taken his hand in hers again, tugging on it.

“albedo? are you okay? you look upset.”

ah….

he tried for a smile. “i was just thinking about something. where do you want to go first?”

she studied him for a moment, squinting slightly, before apparently coming to a decision.

“we’ll go to the cathedral first. mama always says that if you ask the creator really nicely you’ll sometimes get help with whatever your problem is, and you look like you have a lot of problems!”

there it was again, that title…

she began to walk before he could say anything, taking him up let another flight of stairs. this one was longer, curving, and gave him time to figure out how to phrase what he wanted.

“klee?”

she turned, but didn’t so much as slow, “hm?”

“who’s the creator? you left before you could say last time.”

klee did stop this time, so abruptly he nearly ran into her.

“how do you not know? everybody knows.”

she spoke with a mix of confusion and… something akin to indignation, so strange coming from somebody so young that by the time he registered her words, she had pulled him along again, faster.

“everybody knows,” she mumbled to herself. “everybody. the grand master asks for guidance and captain kaeya for wisdom, mama prays for knowledge and klee asks for inspiration. how do you not know?”

he felt bad, somehow, even though it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know. he knew that, he wasn’t a fool, it wasn’t his fault, it was…

(flashes of blonde hair flicker in his mind, the sharp command to ‘try again, and get it right this time’ echoing in his mind. already, it felt like a year ago he last saw her)

(could be truly blame her when his mistakes were his fault?)

klee leads him up to a large building—‘cathedral,’ he remembers—but takes him past the large doors, to the back. at the end, behind it all, was a small park-like space, large stones spaces equally across the space. the stones are carved with words, but she doesn’t let him get closer to read it.

she pointed, and he followed, jumping slightly at what he saw. against the back wall of the cathedral, seeming oddly at rest for being carved of stone, was a large statue. the pedestal it sat on was simple, but littered with offerings, the flowers looking fresh. if he had to guess, it was likely a shrine of sorts, probably to-

“that’s the creator.”

ah. he’d thought as much.

klee sat him down in front of the shrine, beginning to tell a story. it’s simple, one told to children, but it’s gets the message across to him.

the creator was to teyvat what rhinedottir was to him. divine hands shaped the mountains and plains, breathing life into the soil. the very purest form of creation, forming something- forming everything from nothing, the smallest of flowers and largest of trees planted with barely a thought. rivers cut through the earth at will, every blade of grass placed by the hand of the one that made it.

klee told a story of the birth of the universe, of the colors on an invisible pallet that painted the planets and dotted the sky with stars. she sat on stone and fiddled with her dodoco, her voice never wavering as she repeated everything she was told, graciously filling albedo in.

in return, albedo untied the sword at his side, laying it down in front of the shrine. the blade felt uncharacteristically heavy, his hands cold, but he still set it down gently.

it was a lot of information, but he managed, carefully filing everything away as the way he viewed the world slowly changed. it made sense; everything had to come from somewhere, after all.

he looked not at the sheath, but through it, at the inscription along the center. ‘as the creator forged, so too do i serve.’

perhaps he and the blade were more similar than he thought.

no bladesmith made a weapon without a purpose. no alchemist dedicated years to a project only to stop when they reached the final product. nothing was made without being tested, nothing was alive without being taught, no sword was made without an edge.

and yet, somebody had to teach the smith. somebody had to guide their hammer to the stool, their hands along a sharpening stone, trained them in the skills of polishing and oiling. no god created an art without a an artist, and no teacher let their pupil loose without granting them the skills to continue the craft.

no tool existed without intention. no smith existed without their mentor prior, nor without their own student to teach.

rhinedottir may have abandoned him, but his creator never would. they would not let him be set loose without purpose, nor discarded without reason. he could tell, simply by sitting in front of the marble statue, that this was the case.

he could feel it in the wind. in the gentle breeze they guided, sweeping his worth from his shoulders. in the ground beneath him, that never grew uncomfortable. he could sense the subtle presence of the creator, the way the grass seemed to point towards the pedestal of the statue or how the sun seemed a little less harsh back here making it evident. albedo could feel the creator’s intentions as his eyes moved back to the sword, to the reminder of rhine that bore a carved reminder of them, feel the reassurance in the etched words. amidst the sea of confusion surrounding rhinedottir’s disappearance, they had appeared, stretching a hand to pull him out and back ashore, to the banks of stability.

albedo reached back.

they felt warm.

#philosophical rambles + explanations in the tags btw #genshin #genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin self aware au #sagau albedo #albedo #genshin albedo #klee #sagau klee #this piece totals a bit over 10k. what does albedo do to me.#oh and to summarize the admittedly kinda shit metaphor: rhine saw albedo as a tool to be used; one she discarded after he served his purpose #sorry fellas :/ i know i tend to be vague but this…. is a whole other level #oh vindagnyr was the name of dragonspine before durin’s body fell on it btw. she’s bitter abt the name bc she saw durin as a failed project #OH and the feathers are bc naberius was described as a raven. sorry for all the explaining i’m doing—#(described as in the genshin wiki referenced wikipedias page on naberius that said raven)#the title is from albedos character story abt a lesson rhine taught him and represents how he understands the creator created him not rhine #< technically. but oh well i hate rhine anyway. at least in this specific fic #also in this rhines final assignment is never meant to be completed. she probably doesn’t think synthetic beings are capable of shit like #feelings or rational thought. her mind: chance of albedo finding meaning in life is <0. too bad for her because IM writing this. not her #PLOT TWIST RHINEDOTTIR I GET TO WRITE THE RULES AND I SAY ALBEDO IS AS HUMAN AS I AM #EAT ASS #I FUCKED UP THE TITLE FUCK

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1eoness · 10 months

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i literally cant stop thjnking abt joji ever since i got tickets to his concert so ... can i request an angst that's based on his song glimpse of us :') leon and reader are dating and all leon can think of is ada ( OR VICE VERSA IDEK )

okay flexing on me i see u anon.......... /stares condescendingly/ jk

and sure let me just put the song on repeat until i start convulsing and oh wow an actual title that is only mildly shitty? go me.

also, i received this request like probably over a month ago im sooo sorry about that TT

cw; angst, depressed re4remake!leon x gn!reader. shitty toxic relationship, super fucking short bc im uncreative.

blind glances

synopsis :

deep down, leon aches for his ex-girlfriend. you're the gauze of a heart that does not bleed for you. you're looking at him but his affection does not rouse at the sound of your name.

it's eating at him. he'll never escape the realization that even a lifetime of getting used to you won't ever amount to having a brief glimpse of ada wong.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

if guilt is a penalty then leon is a man for the guillotine. he wakes up beside you, warm skin on just skin when he reaches over to gently kiss you on the forehead for a love-empty greeting. does he like doing it?

no.

leon has a blurry count of how long it has been since he last felt the high of love.

he will never deny it. leon is a fool for tying tight strings for a woman that kissed him with lies but you just don't know anything. you don't know the raw care that lingers on ada's face, her stoic tendencies, her slender shoulders that carry the burden of a past he'll never know of. he's a fucking idiot for keeping scores with a bossy woman and finding love in her during a citywide bloodshed.

but because of the wrong of it all, shit, he felt the most human in the fucking world. leon deserving a healthy relationship after the incident in raccoon? bullshit, he doesn't deserve that; not when he's just going to end up hurting you with his pain. it won't ever change the fact that a part of him shudders at the sheer thought of ada.

and the naive look on your face will always remind him where it hurts.

during the first few weeks of trying to rehabilitate from a forsaken and true love, leon has already told you his issues and tendencies. you came with the guess that "it's most likely the trauma, leon.. you know i'm here. and let's hope ada is okay." and he nods quietly, kissing your cheek in mechanical reflex.

so you've had this discussion with him before—you were so open, so warm. but leon does not let himself relax around you. you're both a manifestation of his culpability and a cognitive drug to him— it drives him insane sometimes he cries at night and he doesn't even tell you why, just nuzzling into your skin and staining it wet with the depression that seeps in his nerves.

leon's never the smoker but you're a cigarette to him—he needs you when he feels like you're all he's got and he needs you to disconnect from a world that won't give him his ada back, even if it's just for a little while.

you wanted to be so mature but no, you're just a fucking human being as well. you desperately wanted to help leon but what if this is it? what if this is all you might be?

so, you both try to reconcile.

he's blind to the eager light in your eyes when you ramble about your day. he's smiling and playing with his straw while your words go from one ear out the other; because when he locks eyes with you he doesn't see you. he only sees a reflection of himself using you to his mending. and it's anything but your fault.

he somehow still has the audacity to feel some sort of affection towards you; but who will ever tell him he's just guilty and sympathetic? or, no. he just thinks that way.

is it possible? god, is it possible to care for someone you don't love? perhaps, but was that the care you needed?

you needed leon to care for you.

you wished ada was just here to whisk him away and maybe you wouldn't find yourself here. you know it, deep in your stomach. but you are bittersweet, you love to fucking convince yourself leon loves you. he loves you, doesn't he?

he felt like dying that night he saw your face drop when he opened his wallet to pay. he still had a picture of ada in his wallet. why was he so blind? why was he so careless?

...

"...i think i left the faucet open."

you utter begrudgingly after you stood up, calculating your share quickly and dumping it on the table with a rush. he stares at the table with horror gorging at his heart, watching his 'love' walk away from him with tear-blurring eyes. the faucet doesn't stop running when you reach the car. leon knew this, your heart was just too big for your own good.

you felt like a fool; you're the one trying to prove that leon loves you. how stupid does that fucking sound?

so later that night he's at home, inebriated out of his fucking mental while he's hunched over the sink. slightly sunken eyes stare back at him blurrily.

leon tries to rinse the guilt off his face but when he sees himself it's hard to even look—he doesn't know himself anymore, he's just the husk of a man that has his love taken away from him and stuffed in an abyss that stares back. and you don't have to guess which 'love' he's thinking of.

love. the word is so simply ridiculous, isn't it? one minute it's warm and gentle but it feels like a whole war when you try to conquer it. love always wins, it wins over him when he tries his fucking best to just be a better boyfriend for you.

it's like that one quote from that one book. "love is the only rational act."

what leon feels for you is right. he cares for you enough not to bring your hopes up anymore. he should just leave, but he doesn't want to abandon you. but what good is leon if he stays? if there was a god up there, leon pleas, tell me what to do to make it hurt less for them.

temptation is non-existent. his heart belonged to ada. ada ada ada. he's sorry but he can only think of her. even the name sounds right to him. it's a poisonous solace, the way his sombers connect with ada's.

he sleeps before you. you both stopped having the innocent intimacy before bed and now it's just restless individuals sharing the same comforters, desperately finding a warmth in the cold room you both soak in. it's so cold. you reach over to hold him. leon feels so cold.

it gnaws at your heart when you're constantly visualizing a scenario of him choosing whether to save you or ada if it ever came down to it. and you know who he would pick.

"..." leon turns over.

"bad dream?" he whispers but his voice is empty of projected care. but he still cares. he still fucking cares. but why should he?

you answer anyway.

"yeah."

you answer anyway because you still want to be wrapped in his safety. you find yourself pressed to his heart, the back of his hand on your head. soak in the comfort all you want,

but leon still feels cold.

#im eating fried rice while writing ths #MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM #leon kennedy angst

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defensivelee · 3 months

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all dolled up for the bingo

Omg I didn't expect to get another one but thank you for it!! I really enjoyed writing this.

So I took the prompt rather literally as you will see and ran with YTD!Marly, even tho I did it last time I still wanna write more bc I rlly love the concept :] warning for objectification, nonsexual nudity, hypnosis, and implied vivisection ig??

Churchill winced as he felt his hair tugged back by the android Duchess, the woman clearly unaware of her own strength. She was mostly playing with it, letting out a curious buzzing noise every time he made a face or bit his lip at each tug. So she pulled harder.

"Maria, dear," the Duke of York spoke up. He was tying a bow rather tightly around the back of Churchill's neck, though his fingers constantly getting tangled in Churchill's hair hurt more than Duchess's tugs. "You d-do not want to ruin him b-before we even gift him to my daughters."

"But he's so soft!" Maria said. "Besides, I know you, James. You would really give them your most valuable possession? It's a human!"

"They know I will w-want him back at times," James said. "He shows some t-talent on the battlefield...courage I haven't s-seen in a while. Thrilling for a s-skittering l-little human." He ran a cold finger down Churchill's cheek, tilting his head up slightly by the chin, and Churchill kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Be still. Look at nothing like he taught you. Don't move, let him have his way.

That was the best way to survive here, the King had told him. The best way to make his brother happy.

So he let James tie the rest of the ribbons on his body, right next to the jewels and diamonds glittering over his skin that covered nothing. They were cold and heavy, but nothing like the feeling of James' hand upon his neck, running down to adjust the pearl necklace on him.

"You l-look like an angel," James said. The words were proud, but the tone was not. "They will love y-you."

Do I want these girls to love me? He'd heard much talk about the princesses, most of it positive. But Maria brought them up like they scared her as much as their father did.

"Very good, d-dear, look at that face!" James said, barking out a buzzing laugh. "Isn't he beautiful, M-Maria? The human form is...truly a m-masterpiece all on its own."

"Yes." Maria's voice sounded deeper, strained all of a sudden like she was forcing it out of her speakers. "Very."

Churchill wasn't particularly scared of James' daughters, not yet, not as he walked along the halls with James at his side. He thought he was ready to deal with them until he heard Godolphin laugh through his microphone. He could have been any two of the dozens of eyes in the darkness, watching him.

"Pretty, pretty Churchill. Anybody should be grateful to receive such a gift! I have a feeling that these girls will be....incredibly grateful. So very, very grateful."

Now that was what scared Churchill.

But he told himself that, if they were grateful, perhaps they'd be less inclined to break him like James had wanted to do at first before he realized that would mean the end of his little doll.

Little doll....that's me. He didn't like how he no longer shuddered at the thought.

He heard the loud, buzzing sound before he saw them. It was strange how James slammed his fist down on a button, stranger still how he shouted that it was their father here and they had better open up right now. Maria winced and took a step behind Churchill, though she was, as most other androids here, quite taller than him.

But he wasn't prepared for the height of the Princess Anne, as James informed him. She was twisting a lock of her hair around her finger as she blinked down at a book in her hand, like any normal human girl, except, of course, he knew that she was as sadistic a robot as all of them and the only difference was that she was massive. She towered over everyone, far taller than even James, so that they were all reduced to mere insects before her. Her size, Churchill supposed, was the reason for this very wide, very open room, and frankly, very cold room as well.

Oh, she can absolutely kill me.

"I cannot read this!" she declared. "This book is too small! I'm tired of it!"

"Let me look at it, Anne," spoke another slightly larger android girl, painted a pearly white compared to the soft pink of her sister. Churchill could only assume it was Mary.

"Your eyesight is worse than mine!" Anne snatched the book away, and Mary buzzed, which sounded more like a jet engine to Churchill.

"Papa, I've asked you many times to get me better eyes." She crouched down so that her nose was hovering inches away from her father, and Churchill flinched back. Her huge eyes were too bright. "Are they ready yet?"

"Y-You can just s-search for the audiobook o-on your database," James sighed, pushing his hand against Mary's nose.

"I would," Anne sneered, "if I could read what the title was." She slammed the book shut between two fingers and let it fall to the ground, where it landed beside James with a loud thump. James sprung back with a startled buzz, and Churchill stepped closer to Maria.

"Please, c-calm yourselves, girls," James said. "I have brought y-you a new d-doll."

"A doll?" Anne narrowed her eyes, making the whole room slightly darker. "Oh, is it that little human you've been talking about? What do you think I am?"

"Anne." Mary prodded her sister in the side and looked down right at Churchill. "The human? You're giving us the human?" She blinked once, and Churchill swallowed. There was the heartlessness of her father in her eyes.

"F-For a little while, yes," James said. "Do not b-break him."

"Yes, please don't," Churchill blurted, and the princesses gasped, as he thought they would. He had to look down to hide his smile; it was so easy to impress them. Beside him, James raised an eyebrow.

"He has a pretty voice," Anne said. She reached down, and Churchill closed his eyes, bracing himself for the giant, cold metal fingers wrapping around him. As she lifted him up in the air, he thought all air was escaping him-- her finger on his chest squeezed tighter every moment.

"What is that face he's making?" Mary leaned against Anne's shoulder. "I like it. Oh, his chest is moving quickly!" She reached out and tapped it, and Churchill jolted. The tip of her finger was very sharp.

"That means h-he is having trouble b-breathing," James said. "The act of bringing a-air into his lungs and p-pushing it out again, which all h-humans apparently need to do t-to survive. Loosen your grip, Anne."

"Oh, seriously? The legends are true?" Anne placed Churchill on her shoulder, and he stumbled, looking to the side so he wouldn't have to look down at how high he was. He didn't know what to hold on to, but he was slightly reassured by seeing Mary so close beside Anne. If he fell, it would be on her. "I've always wanted to breathe."

"It sounds...tedious," Maria said.

"What it sounds like is...heaven," Mary added. She leaned in to look closer at Churchill, and he swallowed, instinctively holding on to Anne's hair. "So quick and so fast. Is that fear?"

"You d-do not know what f-fear is," James muttered.

"I could never fear you, Your Highness," Churchill said. He looked up at Mary, trying to slow his breaths. She still stared at him. "I only respect you."

"There isn't much to respect," Mary said dryly. "And I couldn't live with myself if I was...feared." She shuddered. "That is what scares me."

"We didn't ask," Anne snapped. "He's your doll, not your programmer."

"Maybe he wants to listen to me," Mary said, and James cleared his throat beneath them.

"M-May I have him back for a m-moment?" he asked. "Then you can have him a-all night."

"Fine," Anne said, lifting a hand up to flick Churchill off of her. Churchill shuffled back, letting out a cry of protest before James buzzed as loud as he could, and both Mary and Anne froze.

"For God's sake, just p-put him down h-here!" he hissed, snapping his jaws in the air like a vicious dog. "If he falls from that t-tall a height, he'll break. Just like u-us."

"Never compare me to a human," Mary said indignantly. She swiped Churchill off of Anne's shoulder, placing him down gently in front of James. "There you go, little one."

Churchill scowled at the nickname, but he turned away as James approached him. He grunted as James sharply forced his head up by digging his claws into his chin.

"John," he said. "I d-didn't want you to s-speak. Do you think d-dolls talk?"

Churchill quickly tried to make his features as non-threatening as possible, clearing his throat. "N-No, sir."

"Then why are you t-talking?"

"To get along with your daughters."

"They would have l-liked you better if you shut your p-pretty mouth," James said. "W-We all know the only thing it's good f-for."

"For you, sir."

"Yes, precisely." James brought Churchill closer, his eyes widening. "You will s-satisfy my daughters and y-you will not say a word to them. Nothing about a-anything."

"I-" Churchill tried to say something, but he was cut off by the ringing starting from James, the sound that cut into his mind and chipped away at its edges. He gasped, shutting his eyes and lifting a hand to grip onto James' wrist.

"Y-you will b-be quiet. Y-you will p-p-play along."

Something about the constant glitch in his voice-- Churchill followed every awkward letter with its bounce, latching on to every bit of those broken words.

"You kn-know what you a-are. I t-told you what you a-are."

"I know what I am," Churchill whispered. It was the only thing that made the ringing fall back for a second. He wanted to pull away, and yet it was the only thing that brought him relief here. "I want to be quiet."

"D-Do you w-want me t-t-to make you sh-shut up?"

Churchill nodded.

"Then, be s-silent, and look at m-me."

Churchill looked up, and James waved a finger in the air, the ringing from him stopping. It was such a sudden pause that Churchill felt like he could faint in the absence of James in him.

He couldn't do much else. He only blinked dazedly as James pushed him forward, ordering him to be good, and Mary lifted him in her hands. She cooed at him, tugging at his hair until tears came to his eyes and he cried out. She was much, much stronger than her father.

"Be g-gentle, Mary," James called. "Treat him like how you t-treat me when you l-lift me."

"Oh, I don't know...very well..." Mary, too, seemed dazed, from the moment she heard Churchill cry. She rubbed a finger over his head, perhaps attempting to be soothing, but it only made him dizzier.

"Do you think we can dress him up with something nicer?" Anne asked. "The jewels are all well and good, but all that skin showing or whatever it's called-- it's boring."

"We could try finding what's underneath," Mary said, and Churchill was too sleepy to be frightened by what he had just heard.

"You are not doing that," Maria said firmly.

James merely chuckled. "No n-need, Mary. I will f-find out what lies inside of him...v-very soon."

#yes i featured the giant princesses sue me #i was gonna do AA!Marly but I've already done plenty with that dollface in private so heres this #your tears divine #whump tag #jamesborough tag #york'este tag

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sukunasweetheart · 3 years

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Am I still legible for the 100 followers req. event? If so, can I request an hc about how the first year trio react to their gn s/o getting involved in an arranged marriage? smut or not is on the table and up to you

yes you are!! ty for requesting ^^ i usually dont write for other characters at all, so forgive me if this is ooc or just kinda bad lmao

im not sure exactly what kind of au this is but i think i'll age them up to like, mid twenties? hope thats okay with you

Itadori Yuuji:

oh man- poor ol' yuuji would be so heartbroken upon hearing this news

but dw, as long as they dont want this marriage, yuuji's not gonna let them go through with it, no not on his watch

he is not bound to let them get tied to someone unwillingly

he'd try to tackle it in a rather straightforward way, approaching their family first, and try to convince them to drop it

everyday, he would come visit, in a comically lighthearted manner, to tell them that his s/o has the right to making decisions for their own life

if the family starts tightening up security around the house or keep on kicking him out, he'd wander about his s/o's window, to get a glimpse of them and to make sure theyre doing ok

however, i think for yuuji, it all boils down to what his s/o wants from him

if they told him they wanted to run away, he would happily accompany them

if they wanted him to let them go, he would also respect that and oblige, albeit wistfully

i have an underlying thought tho; bc hes quite charming and also very stubborn in an unusually strange way - utilising his immense perseverance, he would find a way to get them to cancel the arranged marriage eventually <3 main character power

Fushiguro Megumi:

megumi, i think, would sink into a quiet rage upon finding out abt it

the thought of someone else getting their hands on his s/o irks him deeply

he too would value his s/o's thoughts on what he should do

but unlike yuuji, i think megumi would honestly struggle more, if he had to just to let them go like that (if going along with the marriage was what they wanted)

while yuuji butts heads straight on with a problem, megumi does it more in a strategic, clever way

maybe he'd figure out a way to convince the other party (their s/o's arranged marriage partner) to drop it first

i would think that he'd also have less qualms about using a bit more sinister/sketchy methods - if it means it'll get them out of it in an efficient and preferably, quick way

or perhaps megumi would be a wedding crasher

on the day, he'd grab them by the hand and just run for it

that would get exhausting so eventually they'd hide somewhere

imagining him pressing himself close to them against a wall, in order to avoid being seen, out of breath <3

overall, megumis more lowkey about expressing his feelings but his constant texting and calls show that he cares

possessive/jealous sex? 👀 most likely outta the three

Kugisaki Nobara:

oh mannnn they better prepare for the storm thats comin

if megumi sinks into a quiet rage, nobara does the opposite

shes open and loud about it, not afraid to show everyone

but if her s/o told her that they want to just go along with it, she'd respect their decision and maintain her cool demeanor whilst she says her goodbye

but once shes behind a closed door, nobaras bound to shed tears

and then eventually move on after picking up the remnants of her broken heart

however!! if she knows that they're not willing to marry this person, she'd do everything in her power to stop it as well ^^

whilst the other two kinda do their own thing to ruin this arranged marriage, i think nobara would involve her s/o with her plans more?

get them in on the plan and ruin the wedding in a flashy way

similar to megumi, would maybe also approach the other party, (or more specifically, the marriage partner)

also no hesitation to do so if her s/o said they wanted to run away

experience some thrilling travel with nobara, on the run from a wedding

imagine chilling in a nice hotel with her whilst the family is in frantic search for them haha

nobara doesnt let just anybody in her heart so easily, so i feel like for her s/o, who'd be someone she values just as much as herself, she'd flip the whole world up for them <3

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(i dont care to do c! tags bc theres. so many characters. if i dont say cc! then im talking abt the characters) normally i am not one to think much about the syndicate bc outside of ranboo being there to protect tubbo the syndicate Frustrates me a bit but. if phil starts to realize just how fucked over tubbo got by schlatt being erased from the narrative (and especially how shittily techno has treated tubbo) then i really hope they lean into like. the fact that the syndicate may soon turn into phil, niki, ranboo, and possibly the mystery member (im including mystery member mostly because i think tubbo is on good terms with almost everyone except like. dream, possibly wilbur but we'll see, and like the eggpire ppl but none of them are likely options but it is possible that the mystery member could just be neutral) all like. wanting tubbo to be safe and phil is *just* reasonable enough that i think he'd realize how unfair it is for tubbo to have been subjected to so much shit just for techno to introduce even more fear and the need to hide in his life

like phil already keeps the bee duo marriage and michael a secret, he lets tubbo come over and while of course its mostly from the semi lore vibes phil seems vaguely fond of tubbo already (i dont think phil and tubbo have father/son vibes tho, more just like. tubbo is just That Kid that adults cant help but adore even though the kid will rob them of house and home. slightly amused elder watching a tiny fucking gremlin make sex jokes and talk about soviet russia), niki from what i remember still cares about tubbo (probably because she cant redirect any anger towards him without realizing how unjustified it would be kcnsks she can come up with excuses for hating tommy but tubbo didnt do anything that niki has a problem with outside of her maybe having a bad view on butcher army if she knows about it?), ranboo is. ranboo. i dont need to clarify. and then like said theres a very low possibility of the fifth member *disliking* tubbo or being unable to sympathize with him.

people talk a lot about how techno needs to lose in a way that he cant easily come back from without introspection and i think while the rest of the syndicate standing up for tubbo would increase technos grudge against tubbo initially its also like. something that i think would maybe force techno to see tubbo as a person because now theres nothing techno can box (haha gettit. tubbox tubbo in a box tubbo getting boxed into certain roles by people who refuse to let him out techno esp doin this teehoo) tubbo into that wouldnt just. acknowledge that tubbo is a person. hes not apart of the government anymore, not planning any failed revolution, the most negative title to his name is being one of the nuke makers but even then thats out of fear and safety and techno knows that. otherwise tubbos current crimes are nothing thats special to tubbo (like. stealing and searching for evidence in ppls homes and stuff, the latter of which techno doesnr even know about). right now tubbos a husband, a father, a friend, a kid, *ex*-government, a person. and just.

i think that with how much foreshadowing about tubbos execution no longer being a secret amongst the witnesses and tubbo himself and soon being something that people close to techno like phil and ranboo know about as well (in that i want phil to learn that techno did it and for ranboo to learn about it in general bc hes just biased enough for tubbo and just smart enough that i think even if somehow he wasnt told who did it he could figure it out), and with the fact that tubbos lore has been confirmed to now be something thats actively going to be played into? i think (or at least hope) that it might spur phil and techno into finally seeing tubbos side of the story (and probably also get into the possibility of tubbo opening up to tommy and ranboo but i do think realistically either tubbo will try to play it off/not truly open up about how much its effected him or tubbo will at first shut down or go into complete repression mode, especially if phil and ranboo get the story from other people rather than tubbo himself [but god do i hope they confront tubbo himself]. either those two or tubbo talks about his emotions through fucking snapping at something/someone like he did at quackity when reminded of his execution, which as long as its Not tommy or ranboo ill absolutely be cheering on him for)

which is all a very convoluted way of saying uhh. *grabby paws at the ccs currently involved in the arc of clearing up personal misconceptions about l'manberg (and especially tubbos involvement and how easily those around him judged him based off of their versions of the story)* tubbo lore? tubbo healing tubbo talking about his problems? characters learning to see him as a person and recognizing how traumatized he is and that hes not uneffected but actively repressing any effects? please? (also ending note as the cherry on top of this essay that im sorry for dropping into your inbox: im kind of glad that tommys healing arc and tubbos possible healing arc are going to happen at similar times but are still separate. something something its nice to see acknowledgement that tommy and tubbo wont heal in the same way and arent going to know how to help each other but theyre still going through it together. their arcs are intertwining without removing their individuality and as someone w major co-dependency issues its kind of nice idk. you can be there for someone and still acknowledge that you have your own things to go through too and that while you wont be alone you shouldnt force those around you to support you. the bench trio are all helping each other out of free will and genuine love for each other while still realizing they have some problems they arent ready to talk about yet that arent forced to the open because theyre all doing their best to handle each other with care and i just. bench trio my beloveds. the kids are alright.) -🎭🎪 (also as the actual end note if theres ever a need to refer to me as something other than the emojis mask or eyez works fine but the idea of my name being the emojis is also Very Funny to me so do what you will)

im working on my aperture camera college assignment rn and my brain is sort of fried so i dont have an intelligent answer, but i got the happy chemical reading this.

yeah. i think we all know here that my favorite character is tubbo, and i REALLY hope we get him addressing anything that’s happened to him in canon. pretty much all of what you said sounds very good. *grabby hands* spare tubbo lore? please? spare tubbo lore?

perhaps during the three weeks wilburs off in the fucking woods (/lh) we could have a the-others-find-out-what-happened-to-tubbo-(and in DETAIL)-arc. pleaseeeeeeeee and ty

#🎭🎪#lol #anonymous

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vermillioncrown · 3 years

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ZYX as Su She? (I think I've almost circled around to be a Su She apologist. Dude had some points!)

ngl i’m kinda a su she apologist too

have you read... that bitter draught by nirejseki?

i gotta preface w how mdzs (cql woobified things) is really about gray morality and no right answer. with some exceptions, no one is actually completely in the rightwrong. there are sympathetic characters, esp from certain perspectives, but it’s all biases and there’s too much to cover and i’m not a meta blogger.

that being said, su she is fucking annoying bc we’re going along wwx’s perspective. every time the guy gets dunked on it’s fucking hilarious. but if someone just gave it to me in the ‘am i the asshole’ thread on reddit, they’d all suck. and i’d be more inclined to side with su she.

guy tries his best to keep up. he sees the only people of worth are the young masters, and the rest are just footnotes and statistics. he’s clever enough to pull off that fake ‘badly-played’ battle song charade, and i really respected that. imagine being told, explicitly and implicitly, that you ain’t shit and you’ll never be shit. and the person who is shit can’t even deign to be magnanimous about it.

(you prob already know how much i identify with jc. i def identify with ss. not saying they didn’t do anything wrong, but we’re all our own protags and perhaps someone else’s antagonists/npcs. and just feeling like you’ll never be good enough and perhaps that’s just your natural limitations, which is something that cannot be fought.)

[START]

z!ss would have the mental maturity to just... let it go. luckily for the lans, they had the dubious privilege to look at things from lwj’s perspective. he’s not arrogant, he’s just... not well-socialized. it’s easier to forgive. also, some people are better at certain things than others. z!ss isn’t going to pick music to compete with lwj, that’s fucking stupid. music becomes a hobby, and by nature of z!ss’s scientific curiosity being nurtured by the gusu lan library, they study the guqin and musical cultivation just to put some theories together

(even being in a musical sect, z!ss’s playing skills are much lower than zyx’s)

somehow... because z!ss neither fears nor resents lwj, lwj looks at this oddly behaving outer disciple that doesn’t shy from him and “okay that’s a friend”. does his lwj thing. just pops in, silently listening, or ‘mn’s, a few words, and then leaves. or drifts alongside z!ss when everyone’s out on nighthunts or in public. occasionally solicits z!ss’s opinion.

(in lwj’s opinion: z!ss is a very mature and calm disciple, who gives great insights. intellectual. hard-working. kind and considerate. a credit to the gusu lan sect.)

(z!ss tying their ribbon into floppy bunny ears on their head in the privacy of their room: ???????)

z!ss is just living their life, studying at the lans (very peaceful, and they aren’t as anal about enforcing the rules on the outer disciples to some extent), trying not to freak out about the impending war and their possible death (they’ve kinda made peace with it. this second life feels like a dream, without anyone or anything tethering them down). bc they’re an outer disciple, lxc doesn’t cross paths with them nor does lwj talk much about them. so no lxc nor lqr involvement even if the two of them know that lwj has a ‘thing’.

during the cloud recesses, they keep out of the way. lwj doesn’t talk about himself, so wwx never learns about z!ss (not that z!ss thinks there’s much to learn). does NOT do the sword thing at biling lake, so nothing of interest there. just overall very innocuous.

the wens eventually attack to try and take down the cloud recesses. lxc flees with the books and as the sect leader. z!ss is resigned to giving their life here bc they’re just a nameless mook at this point of the novel, but lwj actually turns to ask them their opinion.

“honestly? go quietly with them for now. they need sect leader lan’s life, not ours. lan-er-gongzi will be a valuable hostage alive, and we’ll be able to live and rebuild better than fighting and ending gusu lan forever.”

z!ss is fucking baffled when lwj actively pulls them along to go surrender to the wens, and submit to attending the indoctrination camp. they expected lwj to just... go.

(still doesn’t realize that lwj considers them friends at this point).

doesn’t shoot wwx in the shoulder, so technically, everyone can escape the xuanwu. but, as precedence established... lwj turns to ask z!ss for their opinion.

“there’s a lot of us. what is the probability that we all make it out without further disturbing the xuanwu? and if we all don’t, can the people inside survive?”

piece said, z!ss sits back as a plan is formed to divvy up the disciples into two teams: one to escape and inform key people of this act of aggression by the wens (jc as the ymj sect heir, jzx as the llj sect heir, possibly lwj to return to CR) and taking some of the cultivators that rather retreat, and a second group to wait and hold off the xuanwu while they’re still fully fed and ready for a fight. the sect heirs were chosen bc the sect leaders were more likely to listen to them, and they’re considered ‘more important’ (insert z!ss eyeroll)

(z!ss knows that they could kill the stinky beast here and now, but they’ve finished talking for the day. good enough)

oop, no wangxian in the cave. guess all the romantic star-crossed development is just going to have to happen during the war ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ultimately, z!ss isn’t an all powerful deus ex machina, but happens to be an extra little voice of reason in lwj’s ear. and maybe that’s enough to reach peace and happiness before everyone’s 35 years old

#zyx au's #mdzyx #z!su she #su she is interesting and he brings out complicated feelings in me #idk anyone with more than a few lines of presence is complicated #mdzs is about complicated people and their complicated nonsense lol #Anonymous #inquiry

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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invisible string (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: there was always been a single thread of gold tying you to Steve Rogers.

This was also a request from an anon! But I planned to write an imagine ever since folklore came out haha...

Based on Taylor Swift - invisible string (highly recommend you to listen bc this is my favorite song off of folklore!)

Warnings: a lot of Taylor Swift references, language!, wordy (oops)

Word Count: ~3k

Love was quite a challenge – a never-ending struggle. You found it was more rejection than acceptance – more heartbreak and angst than romance and fluff. The romantic comedies you loved gave you so much hope and high expectations, leading you to believe you’d meet the love of your life whilst reading in the park or at an art museum where you’d be admiring paintings while he admired you.

It was all wrong.

Love wasn’t straight and narrow – black and white or even red. It was complex – full of twists and turns. You didn’t know this, but you were meant to get tangled up in the strings of love… Instead, you sought to straighten it out – to unravel the ball of yarn that love felt like.

You never stopped believing in true love despite the heartaches and the horrible men you’ve encountered. You often joked that you met the wrong ones at – what felt like – the right times.

But that’s the wondrous thing about timing – about fate, even…

Because the right one was always there … you weren’t ready for him just yet.

New to the city, your friends often set you up on numerous blind dates. They were their boyfriends’ friends, or coworkers, or their own friends. Most of the time, you had nothing in common with these men, but they’d tell you, “you gotta kiss a couple frogs to find your prince.” When you’d bring up your fantasizes of finding true love yourself, they’d snark and tell you, “true love’s a thing of the past.” You didn’t like to believe that, but maybe they were right…

Perhaps with the modern age of dating – Tinder and online sugar daddies and what not – that was true. Many blind dates ended with a confession – that they just wanted to hookup. You often found yourself a victim of mind games – pathetically drinking alone in the late nights wondering if he’d call (and when he did, it was always at his convenience and would chastise you if you weren’t available or in the mood).

However, one man seemingly put all your past relationships to shame. He was everything you ever wanted – tall, dark, handsome. Although it wasn’t a criterion for you, he had a great job and a promising career – one he was immensely proud of and often boasted about. That was one con about James – that and the aloofness, narcissism, and all too flirty personality though you always found yourself overlooking all of that.

Many of your friends didn’t quite approve. They found him a bit too arrogant and often called him out for taking advantage of your too kind and naïve heart. But you often found yourself brushing them off. You thought that perhaps they didn’t quite approve because they didn’t choose him for you.

Unlike the other men, you met him spontaneously at a Broadway show. You were gifted tickets for your birthday, and he happened to be sitting right next to your seat. He introduced himself to you, giddy with excitement – apparently, this was his favorite show. You thought his shameless excitement for Broadway was endearing and you hit it off instantly. It felt like destiny and months later, you were falling in love with James (ignoring all the red flags).

-=+=-

You smiled as you entered the bar. James, whom – as he says – has exquisite taste, picked out a bar in Brooklyn. It was quite unusual, really. He was an Upper East Side trust fund baby – although he claims that his career is self-made – and wasn’t too fond of the outer boroughs. But you welcomed the change in scenery. You found the five-star restaurants too flashy with food portions that were much too small for the huge price tags.

You quickly found him in the crowded bar and rushed over to give him a hug. He didn’t welcome you with an equally tight embrace. In fact, you didn’t feel his arms go around you at all.

“You okay?” You asked him as you settled into the seat next to him.

“Look, we gotta talk,” his voice was hushed. James scratched his head with his eyes glancing around. He looked tense – uncomfortable. His hands were shoved into his coat’s pockets, clutching onto his wallet as if he were afraid someone would just snatch it from him.

“Okay…” You nodded. You felt your heart begin to race. His tone, his composure – hell, he himself – radiated an all too familiar feeling. You felt the breakup speech coming before he even said the words.

“I think we gotta breakup,” he muttered. He refused to look at you. His eyes staring at your feet. You straightened up in your seat, rolling your shoulders back and picking at your dress’s skirt nervously.

“Is… is there something I did?” You asked, your voice breaking at the end. Although you felt the breakup happening, it still caught you off guard. Three months into dating, you were already falling so hard for him. Everything felt perfect up until now.

“No,” James shook his head. His eyes finally met yours, but it was your turn to look away. “I just think we’re not meant for each other.”

“Okay,” you nodded. A tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand.

“Yeah… Um… I gotta go – “

“Is there someone else?” You don’t know why you asked. You weren’t sure if you even wanted the answer. James coughed, awkwardly. You caught him nod in the corner of your eye. You exhaled a shaky breath before feeling your heart harden. “Fine. Have a good life.” He said your name and leaned over to hug you, but you shrugged him off. “Go fuck, yourself,” you spat. The words surprised you. You were never so vulgar, but you had enough.

Without another word, James retreated from the bar – disappearing out the door and out of your life. As soon as the door shut, the dam broke, and quickly came the tears.

Unbeknownst to you, there was an especially trained ear listening in to the short yet very heartbreaking conversation. Steve wasn’t much of an eavesdropping, but he couldn’t help if his enhanced hearing – thanks to the serum – picked up on distress. And you were chock full of it.

Steve stared on as you tried to compose yourself to no avail. You were shaking with anger, with sorrow, with heartbreak. His own heart broke for you.

What an asshole, Steve thought to himself.

Steve noticed James the moment the rich prick walked into the bar. He hated how the man snapped his fingers at the waitress and the bartender and how he talked down to those who were just doing their job. He remembered the man get on the phone, talking to – what sounded like – a woman, telling her that he was “handling it”. Steve didn’t need to have Bruce’s intelligence to know that James was a two-timing pig and he thought about the poor woman whom he was “handling”.

Then, you walked into the bar. A teal colored sundress. The color bringing him back to simpler times when he was sixteen and Bucky had hooked him up with a job at a yogurt place. He noticed how you gleamed in the dark room. He thought you were like daylight and cursed James even more – he didn’t deserve his own personal sun.

“Hey,” Steve called to the waitress. The young woman smiled at him, recognizing him as the regular who drank so much yet never stumbled out drunk. “Do me a favor and get that young lady a glass of your finest. On me.” He pointed over to you – the pretty girl in the teal sundress with tears rolling down her cheeks.

The waitress nodded. “Anything in particular you want me to tell her?”

Steve shook his head. “Just tell her that a man like that asshole ain’t worth her time nor her tears.”

“Gotcha,” the waitress winked before walking off.

Steve, knowing how a simple glass of alcohol can make or break a young woman’s evening, stayed to ensure that the drink was brought to you safely. His eyes were trained on the glass – from the moment the drink was poured up until the moment it was brought over to you.

“I … I didn’t order this,” you told the waitress.

“Yeah,” she smiled and nodded over to Steve though you didn’t follow her eyes, “that man did. Told me to tell you that that asshole you were with ain’t worth your time nor your tears and I agree.”

You gave her a little chuckle and a gracious nod as she walked away. You turned your head, craning over the many patrons of the bar to catch a glimpse of the man… but all you got was the back of his head as he walked out of the bar.

Tall. Blonde. Broad.

Those were the only thing you knew about this mystery man.

-=+=-

Months after James and several failed attempts to rebound, you decided to give up on your quest for love. Opting to love yourself, instead. Your friends supported the notion.

“I’m tired of trying to find love. Let love find me,” you rose a glass up on the night before your trip and your friends cheered in support.

The trip was two weeks well spent. A reprieve from the suffocating city of millions. Your friends found your sudden glowing, tanned skin, and bright smile suspicious. Chalking this “glow up” to you finding a new man and didn’t quite believe when you attributed it to self-love rather than romantic love.

But nevertheless, they were simply excited to have you back in the city. They wanted to celebrate your return – and you knew the perfect bar to do so.

“You’re staring,” Sam muttered over to Steve as Steve tore his eyes away from the familiar woman.

“’m not,” Steve chuckled. “You gonna ice that eye?” He pointed over to the dark bruise beneath Sam’s right eye. The pair had just returned from a successful mission and Sam, who clearly took a couple hits, wanted to go out and be “normal” – Steve knew the perfect place.

The waitress laughed as she brought over a Ziplock bag filled with ice wrapped with a paper towel. “Thought he might need this.” She joked. Sam thanked her as he took the bag and pressed it onto his eye. “Your girl’s here,” she teased Steve.

“Not my girl,” Steve laughed, glancing over his shoulder at you again.

She hummed teasingly. “Heard she just came back from a trip.”

“Wait, what do you mean his girl?” Sam asked.

The waitress shrugged. “She was here a few months ago and got broken up with. Stevie boy, here, bought her a drink but left right after. She came back a lot, saying she’d always see her asshole ex in the city and how he’d never come to Brooklyn, so she kinda made this place her safe place.” She laughed. “Funny thing is… She comes, Stevie’s not here. Stevie comes, she’s gone.”

“And tonight, they’re both here? Hm…” Sam narrowed his good eye at Steve. “I think that’s fate, pal.” Steve shook his head. “Oh, c’mon… I’ll even introduce ya.”

“Sam. No.”

The man caught your eye – not because he was handsome (you didn’t even see his face) but because the back of his head was just familiar. It looked similar to the mystery man that bought you a drink all those months ago. Tall. Blonde. Broad. You couldn’t help but stare.

“Why are you staring at that guy’s head?” One of your friends nudged you, shaking you from your thoughts. “You know him?”

“Uh… No.” You shook your head, laughing a little. “He just looks familiar, ‘s all.”

“Okay…” She nodded before taking a swig of her drink. “I think you should go talk to him.”

You scoffed. “Why?”

“Because he seems to have your attention.” She giggled.

“Right…” you laughed, awkwardly. “Well… I’m hitting the ladies.”

You got up from your seat. As you were making your way across the bar, your phone began to buzz. Thinking it was strange, considering everyone you spoke to daily was in that bar, you pulled your phone out to investigate. You rolled your eyes when you saw James’s name on the caller ID. You scoffed and sent him straight to voicemail.

Distracted with your phone, you didn’t notice the wall of a man pushing himself out of his seat to stand. You ran straight into him, dropping your phone in the process.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Steve apologized.

“It’s my fault, really,” you laughed. You awkwardly combed through your hair with your fingers when you noticed it was the man you were staring at earlier.

“I doubt it. I’m pretty clumsy sometimes,” he chuckled. (Sam scoffed… like you’re not Captain America throwing that shield around with expert precision? Right…)

“You’d be surprised at my skill. If there’s an Olympics for clumsiness, I’d be the Michael Phelps.” You joked. You pushed down your shyness and offered him your hand, introducing yourself to the incredibly handsome man (thank you slight buzz).

Steve couldn’t find his words, suddenly becoming shy. It felt as if he were a skinny, stupid, sixteen-year-old again. “uh…”

“Steve Rogers.” The man Steve was sitting next to cut in. You frowned curiously at him seeing as he was holding a makeshift icepack to his face. “His name’s Steve Rogers.”

“Wait… like…” You found the name familiar as if you read it in a textbook or a museum. “Like Captain America?” You brought your voice down low, not wanting to draw attention to the man.

He smiled bashfully as he shook your hand. “Yeah…”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to salute, but your slowly sobering mind decided against it.

Just as he expected… to be smiled at by you was like being graced by daylight.

“You mean finally,” the waitress, the one who seemed to always work whenever you were there, butt in. “He’s the man who bought you the drink, by the way.” She told you just before walking off with a tray of drinks.

“Oh… that was you?”

Steve’s ears heated up and he felt himself flush, looking away. “Yeah… I just thought it might cheer you up a little… that guy was an ass.”

“Agreed.” You chuckled. “Thank you, Steve… and it’s nice to finally meet you, I guess.”

“Right back at you.” He nodded. He watched you turn and retreat to your table with your friends. He tried not to listen in on your conversation, distracting himself with Sam as your friends buzzed in excitement, badgering you with questions.

“Hey…” the waitress said, bending down and grabbing a phone off the hardwood floor. “You drop this, Stevie?” Steve checked his pockets and sure enough, his phone was there. “Sammy?” Sam did the same and shook his head. The waitress cocked her head to the side as she pressed the power button. The phone lit up and a mischievous smirk formed on her face as she turned the screen to show a photo of you and your friends. “I wonder who this belongs to?”

“Should probably give it back to her,” Steve suggested.

“Yeah, you should.” Sam encouraged, bumping Steve’s shoulder with his. “While you’re at it, get her number, you idiot! Girl was giving you ‘em eyes.”

“What eyes?” Steve frowned, obviously confused. Sam groaned, snatching the phone, and thrusting it into Steve’s hands.

“Go!” He said, pushing Steve away in your direction.

“Oh, my god, dreamy man is coming over!” Your friends muttered in excitement as you heard the faint footsteps near.

You heard Steve say your name and you turned around with a smile. “Hello again, Steve.”

“Hi…” he scratched his head awkwardly. “You lose your phone?”

“Oh shit…” you muttered, suddenly noticing your empty pockets. “Thank you so much!” You said as he handed it to you.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” Steve nodded before turning.

“Wait!” You called out. He stopped and turned to give you another shy smile. “How about I buy you a drink as a thank you?” He didn’t have the heart to tell you that alcohol had no affect on him, but he also didn’t like the idea of a lady spending her own money on him.

“No, it’s alright.” Steve shook his head. “Mom raised me to never let a woman spend money on me.”

You laughed. “No, please… call it a payback.”

“I don’t know …” He chuckled. He saw how your smile faltered, just a bit. You took his reluctance as rejection and he noticed you slowly retreat into yourself. “Not that I’m not interested in you,” he cringed at his words. “That sounds horrible, but umm… How about I buy you a drink, instead? Helps with my moral code.” He cringed at his joke. “Is it too forward if I say I just wanna get to know you?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head; your smile returning.

“You look like Captain America,” your friend, boldly stated.

Steve nodded. “I get that a lot.” He glanced over to you and winked.

“We’ll leave you guys to it, then…” One of your other friends coughed. “Let’s go, girls?” She made a telephone gesture with her hands and mouthed the words call me before pulling your friends away, leaving you and Steve alone.

Leaving you to entangle yourself in the invisible string that tied you and Steve Rogers together.

#steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine

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commanderserwin · 4 years

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I know ur requests are closed, but I’ve been thinking about this for ages!! Can you write a angst/fluff fic where Levi and reader are good friends, but reader has a shitty bf and reader confides in Levi often about it and Levi can’t help but feel like he can be a better bf and crushes on her. Then when reader leaves her bf, Levi overhears a cadet asking reader why she broke it off and she says it’s bc she fell for someone else, and Levi misunderstands and gets jealous but they end up together!!

here it is & i hope you like it!!! thank you for this ♥️ i’m sorry too if this took a while! ty again! mwa!!

⤅ thousands; levi ackerman

friendships worked mysteriously its way towards people’s lives that it often makes you wonder how you ended up being friends with him for so long. perhaps it started from him buying some things from the shop, making small talk, and all that but it bloomed into something deeper than the usual customer chat. then it ended up like a cycle that the usual conversations ended up in your apartment, or over the walk home, or whenever you would visit him in their base. even the scouts are already used to you visiting, but still fazed at how easily you could enter his office room without so much of a care.

levi already knew that it was you who visited because of the grinning faces of the soldiers as they chatter away, holding a familiar snack that he once watched you bake while he stayed over just because he wanted to. he walked around the base, surveying them train, while you stand by the shade, looking at them with a wide smile whenever they would greet you.

at most times, he’d knew already that it was you opening his office door, carrying a tray of tea for the chilly night. your nightly visits weren’t favorites because that’s when he knew you’d be a little teary-eyed— watching you flop down on his chair as the words became a haze on the paper. he tried to ignore the small sniffles and wiping of tears whenever you would visit him. he has tried to look away, but he knows it too well.

he just doesn’t know how to approach you on it.

it was always wes this, wes that— that levi has started to get used to it, but never to your tears.

“something the matter?” levi asked, piercing his eyes through you, watching you fiddle with your fingers.

“it’s nothing,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes as you tried to smile. “don’t worry about it.”

“you’re crying over it. it’s not nothing.”

you sighed, not wanting to burden him anymore with your problems. they were something you could handle on your own, you just couldn’t help but tear up. levi didn’t push as he resumed on his work, waiting for you to continue. you knew he wasn’t reading those papers well because you knew he was waiting for you to speak up. it was the subtle things you have picked up, knowing he was giving you the privacy to react or cry as much as you want without him looking.

he’s used to this, ever since from the beginning. he’d pick up on it, and when he finally asked before why you were so down on the times he would visit, he couldn’t help but feel irritated that it was just because of your boyfriend. he thought to get away or simply minimize his visits since he realized that you were in a relationship, but it only left him baffled when you would just visit him in turn of his absences in your apartment.

“you know how wes is,” you sighed, mustering up a smile at levi even when he wasn’t looking, “it’s our first anniversary today… and you know he isn’t good at dates-,”

“he didn’t remember your birthday.”

“way to rub salt into the wound,” you muttered angrily, more so to yourself.

levi finally looked up, anger contorted into your face, but he couldn’t do anything about it. he has told you multiple times of what he though of wes and sometimes he couldn’t help but compare wes and himself in his mind whenever you would come crying to him.

“that explains the visit?”

“huh,” you huffed, catching on that teasing glint in his eyes that made you genuinely smile for the first time today, “i don’t always visit you when i have a problem.”

“sure.”

“it’s true!” you smiled, relaxing back on the chair, “i do like your company.”

levi only quirked the corners of his lips as he nodded, going back to his work. few quiet minutes passed by, both of you lost in each other’s worlds: him in his work and you with your relationship.

you couldn’t just let go of wes, you kept thinking that maybe he would change. he would try to be better, show a little effort just when he pursued you in the beginning, but it all vanished. whenever you would visit wes, you’d be met with his empty home, while he drinks off somewhere. at some point, wes would come home with some marks on his neck, and all you could do was tear up a little when you would draw him a hot bath for his hungover. it was the little hint of different scents whenever you would come to him, then it build up to some more.

all you had was levi. you craved for the quiet murmurings, or the quiet hello’s and hi’s in his office, or his visits to your apartment.

“do you think i’m better off without him?” you quietly asked, resting your hand on your cheek as you glanced at levi.

he stopped writing. he licked his lips, raising his head to look at you, his grey eyes over at yours. he took notice of your puffy eyes, the pinked nose, and the tired look on your eyes.

“yes.”

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the next week, it worried levi that you haven’t visited, not that he was waiting for you. he strolled around the base, standing where he usually sees you enter the base. seconds turned into minutes, and when he has finally decided to resigned back to his office, he heard your voice.

he leaned in closer to the wall, moving his head to where he could hear bits and pieces of the conversation.

“did you finally break it off to wes?” a scout has asked.

“i did,” you answered.

“good riddance,” the scout sighed. “fall for a better guy next time.”

levi moved a little when he heard your footsteps coming nearer. levi leaned in, his feet moving as he watched the two of you walk.

“i already did,” you whispered, clutching on the scout’s arm as they walked with you.

“who?!” the scout smiled, holding their hand over yours.

levi could only watch, his back against the wall as the two of you retreated to the mess hall.

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who?

that questioned lingered in his mind for over a few months, and he couldn’t bare to ask you that question so he only wallowed in that question himself.

levi finished his paperwork, glancing outside and towards you, swaddled up in his spare blanket as you flipped through the books laying around. he fixed his table, putting back his ink in the drawers as well as the papers. he pushed off of his chair, as he wore his jacket, turning around to you.

“it’s getting late,” levi mentioned, lighting up another candle as you wrestle the blanket off. levi walked over, helping you with it, his hand holding yours to help you stand up even when you didn’t need any. “i’ll walk you home.”

“you don’t have to,” you said, squeezing his hand as you tighten the coat around your body, levi helped you with it, cursing to himself that he should stop. you didn’t miss the way his fingers stumbled with your coat, tying the ends tighter as his cheeks flushed with a subtle pink matching the scowl on his face. you smiled, when he perfected the ribbon, “thank you.”

levi nodded, heading over to his door to wait for you. he hung his head low, as he closed the door while you smiled widely on the way home.

the walk home was slower than usual, levi’s steps smaller than usual. it was also quiet, the only sounds were coming from the people walking their way home and the children screaming and playing still. his hand hovered above the small of your back, guiding you through the street towards your home. levi looked straight ahead, deciding to ask you— or make you say it.

who?

“i heard you talking to that scout.”

you raised a brow, leaning in, “i didn’t peg you for a being an eavesdropper. tell me, what did you hear?”

“you broke up with wes.”

“that’s true. i told you about that.”

“and you found someone else.”

“that’s true too. he’s... fantastic. i think.”

“okay.”

“aren’t you happy for me?”

levi turned his head, his hands finding safety inside his pockets. levi tried to hide the annoyance on his face, but he really couldn’t.

“do i know him?”

“sure.”

“have i seen him before?”

“yes, i think,” you smiled, reaching in for the key in your pocket as the apartment came to the view.

“have i seen you with him?”

a stupid question, you thought— glancing at levi. he’s only ever seen you with wes, or himself, if he counts it like that.

“i think so.”

“is he better than wes?”

“thousand times over, yes.”

levi stopped at your front door, watching you fiddle with the key.

“how long have you been together?”

“oh, we aren’t together. yet. he just hasn’t figured out that i like him. he’s stupid. but i hope he likes me or else everything is just... shit.”

that gave levi a feeling of relief. still, jealousy gnaws at his stomach, knowing that somebody caught your eyes and heart, quicker than him. he sighed deeply, defeat drowning him. still, he’s holding on to that thread that this man is stupid enough to not make a move at you. he’s holding on that thought even if it feels like he’s barely holding on it.

“yet?”

“yes. well i hope.” you breathed, staring right at him with a teasing smile. your cheeks blushed, and you didn’t hide them when levi stared at you. “he’s just a tad bit stupid when it comes to these things. sound familiar?”

levi sighed, urging you to go inside already. his scowl deepened as he thought of you and that someone, and admittedly, he doesn’t like it.

it’s no use, you’re too smitten with that guy, levi thought, he hates it.

all you did was laugh, staring at levi. he rolled his eyes, tugging on his trousers as he waited for you.

you weren’t stupid enough to look the other way when he made advances even if it feels too ordinary. the difference was when his touch lingered on yours for a second longer when he accepted his mug; his stares pierced right through you, his greys conveying warmth; the difference when he places a blanket over you as opposed to him tapping on your shoulder to wake you up for home; it was walking closer than usual, his hands brushing over yours when he would walk you home; the most subtle things that tells you a thousand different words.

and you answered his actions back, because that’s where you’ll know he’ll understand.

your hold lasted on his far longer, holding his stares with a smile, leaning on his touch, and holding on his arm in the middle of the walk.

and whenever you do that, levi couldn’t help but let his heart thump a bit harder and the color rushing up his neck. he didn’t think too much of it even if it sounded the alarms in his mind because he knows you aren’t usually like that.

“it’s you, idiot.”

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levi clutched the small bouquet of flowers he bought, quickly finding sight of the place where you work. he hopes he isn’t pushing this, because you didn’t know that he’ll be visiting. he waited outside the shop, waiting for other people to exit as he crossed his arms, standing by the wall.

the door rung as it opened from the inside but he paid no attention to it. suddenly, he felt somebody throw a piece of paper at him.

and there you were.

peeking through the door with a wide smile, eyes glinting in surprise as you chuckled softly, making him freeze on the spot, the flowers clutched to his chest. you stepped towards him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek that left him flustered.

first kiss from you, and he’s frozen, his thoughts in ramble when he felt your lips on his skin.

“come inside, you idiot.”

#ok levi being clueless that somebody likes him lives in my mind rent free 😌#levi x reader #levi imagines #levi imagine #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman imagines #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan imagines #aot imagine #aot imagines #snk imagine #snk imagines #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot levi #snk levi

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perseusannabeth · 4 years

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Bottled Up Storms - Chapter 2

So I’m finally posting chapter 2! Shout out to work for putting me in the clinic that gives me lots of time to write.

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Chapter 1

Bottled Up Storms Masterlist

Word count: 2502 bc apparently I can’t write consistent sized chapters oops.

Cassian ran his fingers through his hair after shutting the door behind him. His shoulders and wings sagged as he thought about what had just happened, what he had just found out. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest it was beating so fast. Nesta, his Nesta, was pregnant. Except she wasn't his Nesta, she wasn't his anything, not in her eyes anyway, and definitely not in his eyes. He could never be worthy of Nesta, but she was everything to him, because she was his mate, a fact which he had known since he had seen her stood so tall and proud in her father's house as a human. Even then, despite her body being human and weaker, she looked like a warrior who could clear the battlefields in one fell swoop.

Cassian sigh as he forced himself to move from outside her bedroom door, and managed to force himself into their small living space. His mind was swirling with thoughts and unbidden memories from that night. He had gotten his mate pregnant. He fought his instincts, which were telling him to go to her and never leave her side again, just like they had the morning after they had slept together. But he knew he couldn't do that, not if he ever wanted a chance with Nesta. He knew that any wrong move could mean that he chases Nesta away, and this time for good, and he would do anything to prevent that. Perhaps the fear of losing her was what stopped him from telling Nesta about the mating bond. He knew she couldn't feel it, there was no way in hell that Nesta would leave his balls attached if she could feel the mating bond. Cassian had seen the disaster that was Feyre finding out Rhys hadn't told her about their mating bond, and knew that he should learn from his brother’s mistake, but he was a coward, and couldn't bring himself to add another strain on their relationship.

Before the war, he had considered telling her. He almost did so many times, but there was never the right time, or they were interrupted or something bigger was going on. Or maybe he was a coward. Actually, he was definitely a coward, he knew that. He knows that he should have told her a long time ago, when it first snapped into place for him. But Cassian knew that she didn't feel anything. He suspected the mating bond was one-sided, which is why he never told anyone. He had pulled at the tether tying him to Nesta and found nothing. So he had resigned himself to just accepting whatever scraps of Nesta he could get in his life.

Cassian couldn't quite believe that Nesta was pregnant. He had dreamt of it once or twice, and he couldn't quite believe that this was real, that this was happening. He had dreamt of having a loving family with Nesta, raising children together and being madly in love. They were always worse than the dreams he had of Nesta, now mixed in with memories of that night panting above him, moaning his name, kissing him, grinding down on him, throwing her head back in ecstasy, her pert breasts bouncing as she moved in ways to make sure that he hit her sweet spot, doing all the work because she thought Cassian was an idiot. Cassian was too in awe to do anything but let the goddess of a woman on him take her pleasure from him until she moaned his name and he felt something in him snap as he flipped her over and-

Cassian groaned, rubbing his face, trying to avoid going down that path. He adjusted himself, his trousers already feeling a little snug, an uncomfortable feeling which he'd had to get used to, because he can't ever stop himself from thinking about that night. Ever since they had sex, it had been hell trying to avoid Nesta. He wanted more, and not just of her body. He wanted to sit with her when she was reading her books, eat his dinner with her, wash the dishes with her. He wanted to hold her in his arms in bed because he had never slept so peacefully as he did when Nesta had laid next to him. He wanted Nesta to permeate his entire life, so he could feel her presence in every aspect. Even when she was driving him crazy, she somehow calmed him, soothed his soul in a way he had never felt before.

He had been stupid enough to assume that having sex with Nesta would make things easier for them, that there would be less explosive sexual tension involved. He was a fool for being so weak that night. He knew he shouldn't have, the voice of reason in his head warned him this was a bad idea. But the voice of reason that night had been too quiet, drowned out by the alcohol, and the lust coursing through both their veins. Rhys had once said to him that he thought with his dick, not his head. Cassian at the time had been very offended, but now he thought perhaps Rhys had been right. He didn't always think like that, but maybe he did with Nesta. He knew he had that night, anyway.

It didn't matter what was to blame. The damage was done, and Nesta was pregnant due to his carelessness. He should have made sure he had taken his tonic even if he hadn’t been having sex for months since before the war, he should have made sure Nesta had something afterwards just to make sure, he should have never slept with her in the first place, he should have never let her walk away that morning. He just hoped and prayed to any of the gods who would listen, that this pregnancy wouldn't be the thing that broke Nesta beyond repair. He couldn't live with himself if this made Nesta spiral even more than she already was. He had already guessed that perhaps the things he had said on Solstice had hurt Nesta more than she could ever say. Cassian just added it to the list of things he failed her in. He knew he should stay away from her after that because anything he did would make it worse. And now he had made it so much worse.

Cassian wasn't keeping tabs on Nesta, he would never do her the disservice, but he had heard people talking around the camp. He knew that she would visit Emerie, and the two had something that might resemble a friendship. He knew that she would spend time in the healers’ tent. He remembered the way that during the war she had helped in the healers’ tent. He was glad she was going out and about, that she was giving herself some sort of purpose. Although Nesta put up a front of being an ice queen, he knew that she cared about people, perhaps too much. Healing was a way for Nesta to help people, and he felt that perhaps that was a fitting place to start healing herself too.

Feyre had suggested that Nesta trained with the females, to try and give her a sense of purpose, and so she could fight. Cassian said he would see how things went, but had never mentioned it to Nesta. He saw the way she couldn't even look at the fighting rings, and that was enough to tell him that fighting and training with the females was the last thing that would give Nesta a purpose. Nesta could not be what Feyre had become. Cassian knew better than anyone that you couldn't send someone into the training ring if they didn't want to be there. It was always going to be a recipe for disaster, for the person training and everyone else close by. He wasn't going to force Nesta to do something she had made very clear she hated, despite all his jokes and teasing when she had been newly made. She had been through enough, she didn't need to suffer anymore. If Nesta ever asked him to help her train, he would be more than happy to help, but unless that happened then training would never happen. He knew that Amren had taught her some things, but he didn’t know what. He just knew that he trusted Amren to teach Nesta what she needed to know.

Cassian closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He finally was starting to understand why Azriel said he got stress headaches because sure enough, he could feel a dull pounding in his head. It wasn't incapacitating, but it was annoying. He'd have to go to the healer's tent before it got any worse. With Nesta asleep, there was nothing else to do but wait until she woke up. They needed to talk about what happened, and about what would happen in the future. He needed to make it very clear that he would support her no matter what, and be there every step of the way.

Cassian left Nesta a quick note telling her where he was just in case she woke up while he was gone and left it on the kitchen table. Then he left and quickly went over to the healers’ tents. He asked for a headache tonic which they procured quickly enough. Then, as he was leaving the tent he saw the healer who had been to see Nesta.

"Theodora!" He called over to catch her attention.

Theodora looked up slightly startled to hear her name being called, but her expression settled when she saw Cassian. She gave him a small nod, which Cassian took as he could go over to her. Theodora was sat cleaning her instruments, lots of little shiny objects that Cassian couldn't even begin to guess what their use would be. There was an empty chair nearby, which Cassian sat on, not wanting to loom over the female ominously as they spoke.

Before Cassian could even open his mouth, Theodora spoke in a rather cutting voice. " I hope you're not here to ask for personal information about my patient. You should know better by now. I will not indulge it to anyone. It is her choice who to tell, including the High Lord and Lady." She didn't even look up at him as she spoke. Rather than it being the picture of Illyrian female submission, Theodora somehow made her not looking at Cassian seem like an insult to him. Cassian felt the corners of his mouth lift slightly at the female who had obviously decided that Nesta needed to be defended no matter what happened and that she would be the person to do it. He was glad that Theodora was going to be looking out for Nesta.

"That's not why I'm here and you know it. I would never do her the disservice," Cassian raised his hands in surrender as Theodora finally looked up at him.

"Then why are you here? You have your headache tonic." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him.

"I wouldn't force her to tell anyone. Not even if it was my brother and her sister. That’s her business. I just want to help her." Cassian let a small sigh escape him.

"Good. If you did try, I would have to make sure you were unable to get anyone else pregnant," Theodora glared at Cassian now.

"How long will the sickness last?" Cassian asked, deciding to just ask the questions he needed to ask before Theodora castrated him, although he couldn't help frowning, feeling offended that she would ever assume he'd want to get anyone else pregnant.

"It can depend on the person. For some, it only lasts for a few weeks, for some it can be 3 months. There are even those unlucky souls who are sick for their entire pregnancy. The normal amount of time is around 3 months. I have a tea she can drink which will help in the mornings. She should drink it first thing when she wakes up."

"3 months?" Cassian couldn't hide the shock, the horror of the idea of Nesta suffering even for 3 months. He prayed to the caldron that she wouldn't be the rare cases that have it last the entire pregnancy. Then again, with her being made, who knows how different a pregnancy will be for her, compared to another fae.

"What does that look on your face mean?" Theodora asked, looking at Cassian as though she'd never seen him before.

"If she keeps the baby, will it be dangerous for her? I know it's dangerous anyway, but will it be more dangerous because she was made?" Cassian looked down at his hands which were pulling at a loose thread hanging off of his shirt. Even at over 500 years old, Cassian couldn’t hide his nerves when talking about Nesta.

"I'm not sure. She doesn't seem very different to anyone else, so I can't imagine her body will react too differently to someone who wasn't made. The thing is, I can't be sure. I've never met someone who was made before her, let alone treat them."

Cassian felt his whole body slump as a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He had done this. He had possibly put Nesta in danger, again! If she kept the baby, she could be putting herself at risk. He would never ask her to keep the baby, no matter how much he dreamed of having a family with her, but now, this was something else entirely. He had hurt Nesta so many times and in so many different ways, through failing her, being a coward and being the Illyrian bastard that he was.

Cassian stood up suddenly, almost dropping the headache tonic and the tea leaves for Nesta, but thankfully he managed to catch them. "Thank you for your help," he managed to choke out to Theodora as he quickly walked away.

He heard light footsteps following him. "Where are you going now?" Theodora asked him, eyeing him with concern.

"I have to go back to Nesta. I have to somehow convince her to get rid of this baby."

"What if she doesn't want to?" Theodora said, eyeing him warily. Cassian knew why. He knew what happened to those who wanted to keep a child when the father wanted to get rid of it. He knew enough of his mother's suffering.

"I won't force her, and I won't abandon her. I just, I can't-" Cassian choked up on his words. He paused, forcing himself to take several deep breaths before continuing, his voice shaking. "I can't let my stupidity kill her."

Theodora looked as though she was trying to formulate a response, but Cassian didn't give her enough time to do that. He simply nodded at her and walked away, back towards the cabin where he had left the female he loved, sleeping peacefully.

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hey! ty sm for doing the matchup exchange with me, i look forward to writing your match! i’m rita and i go by she/her pronouns. i have a preference for men & i’m 16. my quirk would be similar to shinso & inumaki from jjk,, i can control ppl and animals just by saying a command,,, an indicator for when i’m using my quirk would be my eyes changing color & a side effect to using my quirk would be getting light headed.

i’m a libra sun, aquarius moon, & leo rising. a slytherin & intj-t. i’m v polite and reserved when you first meet me. i’m pretty introverted and i have anxiety. it takes me while to open up since it takes me a while to trust ppl. i do tend to get annoyed and angry by others easily,, i’m a bit of a hot head. i’m pretty chill and like joking around once i open up,, i can also be kinda dumb. i’m a bit of a loner and i don’t have many friends. i’m actually a bit of an emotional person but only when it comes to shows, movies, books, etc,, i tend to keep my emotions bottled up. i’m self conscious and self critical. i care a lot about having perfect grades and getting into a good university but i’m so lazy (lots of breaks & procrastination) at the same time,, i end up getting everything done on time though. i’m impatient when it comes to my own things so i like doing things my way bc i feel more comfortable that way. i also like keeping things neat. i’ve also been told i have a resting sad face & that i’m intimidating. i wear a lot of black and i’d describe my style as dark academia mixed with 70s-90s fashion. when i’m at home i just wear comfortable clothing like pajama pants and a t-shirt.

my likes/hobbies/interests are baking, playing the sims, writing, and playing board games with ppl i’m close to. i also like relaxing in bed and spending time with people i’m close to and having fun. i’m interested in psychology, true crime, & history. i don’t like arrogant & closed minded people. i look for a partner who is loyal, kind, & open-minded. my love languages are gifts and quality time (both ways).

i hope this isn’t too much,, ty again! <3

Hey friend, it's my pleasure! Thanks sm for offering 💖

Can I just say super quick that your quirk is really cool? You could command an army of bears, raccoons or fire ants. I would be terrified. Also I'm an Aquarius moon and INTJ too, air moons gotta stay together. I totally got a Libra vibe off you when you first messaged me and you're super sweet 🎀 also I totally get you on the anxiety part, I have anxiety too. I know how terrifying it can be to reach out to new people so please know I'm proud of you for taking the chance to reach out to me 😊 and it's never too much; the more detail the better!

I match you with Shoto!

Say hi to the walking AC and heater unit. A couple reasons I picked him is because you mentioned having anxiety and being hot headed. With his father being, well, himself and his mother being the anxious person she is, Shoto understands both sides of the coin very well and knows how to deal with both parts. He can balance being calm and stern at the same time and he has the patience of a saint. He would give you the time and space you need to grow comfortable around new people and surroundings, as well he would be able to keep you grounded when your temper gets the best of you. He mellows you out. My personal headcanon is that he's a Capricorn sun, Scorpio moon, Virgo rising, Ravenclaw and INFP.

He returns your jokes with dry humor. He can keep a dead serious face while making the stupidest jokes too. He could look you dead in the eye, face straight, and rip a monster fart and not giggle just to see your reaction. Honestly the image of him holding eye contact while aggressively farting is funny in my head. I know I have the humor of a 9 year old.

He isn't bothered by you not having many friends. He's a private person and doesn't want a lot of people up in his business. He prefers few close friends over many distant friends. He knows you aren't stupid and pays no attention to anything you say that may sound dumb. He's heard so much dumb shit he learned to filter it from his brain.

He understands that you're closed off on your emotions. He really can't blame you, he's quite the same. If you get a little teary eyed over a book or movie he'll let you talk it out and cry if you'd like, but he won't push you to be uncomfortably open to him. He values your happiness over his own and doesn't mind you keeping your feelings to yourself. He respects your privacy. Regardless of what you may feel conscious or critical of about yourself he's there to remind you that you're perfect. You're healthy, you're strong and you're doing the best you can. No one could ask any more from you. He's lived a majority of his life feeling outcasted and ignored because of his scar and wouldn't wish the same on anyone, so if there's any part of you that you feel bad about he's always reminding you that you have no imperfections, everything about you makes you one of a kind. You're irreplicable.

He isn't worried about you procrastinating on studying or homework. As long as you get it done and do well enough he isn't concerned. If you ever have difficulty with a subject he's happy to help you study and learn. If you want he can ask Momo to join for a study party if you want the extra help or company. He just wants to see you succeed and get into the college of your cotton candy dreams. Oh and don't worry about your tuition, he has it covered. Don't even mention it to him it'll already be paid off, including books and living arrangements. He only wants you to pay him back by doing your best in school and showing him you can handle the hard work.

He always has a suggestion on ways you can do things but he knows you prefer to do them by yourself, so he'll neber bombard you with his ideas. If you ask for his input he has plenty to give but otherwise he gives you the room to make your own moves. He's a neat freak himself and is always happy to help you keep your room clean and well put together. He has good room decor ideas too if you want to spruce up your room.

He really doesn't see you as intimidating. He sees a confident, independent and strong young woman who can hold her own. He occasionally wonders if you're really sad or if that's just your expression and he'll occasionally ask. He's only making sure you're okay. If you're sad he's on it with a cute or funny movie, some snacks, a shoulder to cry on and a whole night's worth of stuff to talk about.

He likes your sense of fashion, he enjoys darker and warmer colors. He lives for the 80s aesthetic and loves to see you mix the two so effortlessly. He can, wants to and will give you his t shirts to wear at home. He'll also loan you hoodies and sweaters. He won't outright buy you a hoodie, he'll buy one for himself and let you get away with stealing it from him.

He's so soft for home made cookies and would love for you to make him some. Home made dinners are also great. He would love to help you bake and would enjoy baking dates. He'll also watch shows like Hell's Kitchen with you. He isn't exactly a huge gamer but he likes simulation games and RPGs like Sims, Animal Crossing, Pokemon, Harvest Moon etc. He'll binge these games with you all day and night. Your Sims have to get married to each other it's the law. He enjoys reading what you write - what you don't mind sharing of course. He won't go peeking in your personal writing, he knows it isn't his place. Concerning what you do share he'll read it with great interest and share his thoughts and any ideas he has. He would really enjoy writing something with you, like a short story or a comic. He loves how you convey your writing and would be honored to take part in it. His favorite board game is Candy Land, a close second being Monopoly, followed by Scrabble. He pulls out a big ass dictionary during Scrabble just to prove to people that he knows his vocabulary. He loves you dearly but all bets are off during Monopoly, it's a dog eat dog world and he isn't bailing you out of jail. He will, however, offer you real money in turn for properties in the game. No that isn't cheating the rules say nothing about it. He has no problem with a lazy day in bed though and wouldn't mind just dozing or watching shows together. Any time spent with you is time spent well. You two could watch paint dry together and he would have a blast. He'll buy the paint.

With his personal involvment in hero work he has lots of info on true crime cases and can share stories and books with you. He has everything from small robberies to Ted Bundy and beyond. If you have a question about a true crime case he has an answer. As for psychology I imagine he would study it himself, perhaps as a secondary career or freelance hobby. He'll examine characters from books and movies with you and run his own behavioral analysis unit from his bedroom. The FBI doesn't hold a candle to him. He can, will and already has tracked down your enemies and he has their addresses. With his father being the new number one hero he essentially has the force of the law in his hands and if need be, he will use it. He won't do anything unjust unless your safety is in jeopardy but he won't hesitate to bring someone down. As for history he has plenty of books ranging from founding of countries to wars, to major technological advancements to the invention of toilet paper. He knows some very niche history facts. If you need to impress a teacher with knowledge on history he has you covered. He'll make the teacher quit their job in shame.

Shoto is absolutely loyal to the end, open minded and kind to a fault. He understands how it's like to be ignored, misunderstood and bullied and he won't treat anyone else that way. Regardless of his opinion on someone he still gives them respect and kindness. He doesn't care how rude or petty someone acts, they're still a human and deserve to be treated as such.

He goes out of his way to buy you special gifts, he values personal meaning over monetary value. Between a basic cheap necklace and an expensive bracelet of your favorite gemstone and color, you bet he's going for the bracelet. The cost isn't important to him, he just wants to see your face light up when you open the gift. As for gifts from you he doesn't care about how much you spent, he just wants something from the heart. You could give him an origami swan that cost you nothing to make and he would treasure it like a rare antique. As for quality time, he always enjoys a good movie, board game, cuddle session or just a nap. Like I mentioned before, any time spent together is time spent well.

I hope you enjoyed this friend!! 🥀 I'll be sending my part your way soon, thanks again for the offer! I had a lot of fun with this one 😘

#iidastiddies #mha x reader #bnha x reader #matchup #mha matchup #bnha matchup #matchup exchange #shoto #todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader

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artsy-alice · 4 years

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☕️ Ali’s March Ko-fi Run #13 for Hochiiiyo!

so. this request of jaguar!Shiro in leather + kitty!Keith in school girl clothes suddenly turned into a Yankee-kun to Megane-chan AU while I was sketching.

And it’s the requester’s birthday so I ended up throwing in a bonus drabble as a treat and bc I loved this concept so much!

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"Make you?" Keith blinks. "You mean drag you? Because I'm already trying to do that-"

"No-" Shiro groans and Keith pulls again with surprising strength. Shiro stumbles forward for a moment but quickly plants his boots on the ground. "I mean- Hey- No. I'm not going! Let me go!"

Keith pouts, looking up at him. His eyes look big and shiny behind the glasses. "You told me to make you!"

"No, I-I was-" What? Shiro asked himself. What was he trying to do? Flirting with the class president who's been popping up at his latest hiding spots for the past couple of days and trying to make him go to school and attend his classes?

Yes.

Yes, that was what he was doing because he's tried everything so far: the silent treatment, the death glare, intimidation, hiding, running, heck, the sad backstory - to make the other boy leave him alone but Keith Kogane had only stared him down and said that he'll go find Shiro "as many times as it takes" and take him back to school.

("Why?" Shiro had asked, after he ran what felt like a marathon and Keith had still caught up to him, only slightly breathless. "Why you?") ("I'm class president. It's my responsibility to keep my classmates from trouble. Our homeroom teacher told me you'll fail if you keep skipping classes.") ("Who'd want to do that?" Shiro whined. "You're class president? Did you volunteer?") ("N-No....") ("Who voted for you?") ("Uh... everyone.") ("Oh, man." Shiro shook his head. "No one likes you, huh.") (Keith frowned. "I get along with our classmates!") (Shiro actually felt bad for him.)

So. Yes. Today, he tried flirting, because the poor thing seemed like such a goody-two-shoes and Shiro was sure he'd get flustered after a few winks and grins and pick-up lines.

Also - the skirt. It looked very cute.

("Why?" Shiro had asked, once he was finally able to look away from the other boy's legs. "...are you wearing a skirt?") ("I spilled coffee on my only clean pants, the others were in the laundry. didn't wanna be late, and it's school policy to wear the uniform at all times when in the campus. So I borrowed from my sister.") ("But it's... the girls' uniform.") ("School policy just said wear the uniform, it didn't specify that boys can't wear the girls' uniform." ("Right. Of course.") (Shiro didn't know whether to be worried or impressed.)

So. Shiro flirted. And perhaps he should have expected it - the innuendos totally flew over Keith's head.

He just makes a frustrated sound at Keith tries to drag him forward again. "Lunchbreak will be over soon! If you're worried about catching up, I can lend you my notes. Come on!"

Shiro grits his teeth. No matter how cute the class president is, he's not going back to school- "Kogane, I already told you-"

Then Keith stops pulling, arm still looped around his. Shiro almost stumbles forward again but Keith holds him steady. He begins to ask why, then stops when he sees the group of students standing before them.

Five, ten, maybe fifteen of them - wearing a neighboring school's uniform - though they were all rumpled and dirty. They were scowling or smirking at him. Some of them were carrying nail bats and steel pipes, some cracking their knuckles.

The one in front, with the high pompadour that Shiro wants to burn, is flexing his fingers on his brass knuckles. "Aw, got yourself a girlfriend, Shirogane?"

"Not a girl." Keith corrects promptly, and Shiro closes his eyes, tired. He opens them again when Keith nudges his arm. "Shiro, are they friends of yours?"

'Shiro?' he mouths, before shaking it off. "Fuck, no."

"Oh, not a girl! My bad, my bad..." Pompadour laughs. "Well, we hate to interrupt whatever weird date you're having, but we have a score to settle with your boyfriend here, Megane-chan."

"My name's Keith-"

"Stop talking." Shiro mumbles, slipping from his arm and stepping forward, pushing Keith behind him protectively. "Shit. You shouldn't be here. When I tell you, you run, okay? Go back to school. Don't come back."

"Hey, now, Shirogane, don't hide the cutie! We like looking at him!"

Keith frowns, trying to step around Shiro, but Shiro moves to block his view. "Are these guys the reason why you can't go to school?"

"Yes- No. No. Stay out of this. You can get seriously hurt-"

"Oh. Oh. If we beat them, will they leave you alone? Will you go to school?"

"What- We? What do you mean 'we', you're not-"

But then Keith has slipped past Shiro's other side - the one where he doesn't have an arm to grab Keith with - and then he hands Shiro something. "Can you hold this, please?"

Shiro was too dumbfounded to do anything but accept the item, and he looks down to see Keith's red-rimmed glasses, folded neatly in his palm.

When he looks up, Keith is standing in front of Pompadour.

"Please leave Shiro alone."

Pompadour chuckles. "You're cute. But no."

"Okay."

Shiro watches, open-mouthed, as Keith grabs Pompadour, knees him in the gut and flips him over.

Everyone stood shock still for a moment, Pompadour groaning in pain on the ground, Keith squinting at him. Then the other fourteen thugs attack all at once. Shiro poises to join the fray, but Keith has grabbed one of the pipes and was pushing someone back with it. Then he takes down another guy, and another, and another... and another.... and another....

And another. Until he was the last one standing amidst a crowd of sorry high school delinquents crumpled and moaning in pain in the ground.

Keith, hair messy and free from his neat braid, uniform rumpled but looking relatively unharmed, groaned as he poked at a spot in his blazer. "Ah! I lost a button!"

Shiro just stood there, dumbfounded, as Keith gingerly toed around the bodies to walk back to him. He takes the glasses from Shiro's still outstretched palm. "At least my glasses are good. Thank you for keeping them safe, Shiro."

Shiro just blinks repeatedly at him, at the beat up delinquents, and back at Keith. "Y-You-"

"It's you!" someone cries, and they turn to see one of Pompadour's henchmen pointing a shaking finger at Keith.

Keith frowns. "What?"

"I-It's you! Akira! L-Leader of the... the strongest gang in this city! M-Marmora! You disappeared! Your gang disbanded! You're back?! W-Why... Why are you back?!"

Shiro gapes. "Marmora? I... I've heard that before-"

"I don't know what he's talking about." Keith says, patting his uniform down, then producing a hair tie from his pocket and tying his hair back in a messy bun. "He must have hit his head."

"It was you! You hit my head! AKIRA! Oh my god, I can't believe I got beaten up by you! I'm telling everyone- This is such an honor-"

Before Shiro could say anything more, Keith takes his arm again. "Come on, Shiro. We're going to be late for afternoon classes!"

And Shiro... well. Shiro finally goes to school.

♥ fin! ♥

#sheith #voltron #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #(art)#(fanfic)#(fanart)#ali's march kofi run #(april2020)

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haikyuu-matches · 3 years

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˚✶⋆｡˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 — [ LOVE SEMESTER 2 ]

❛ 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁 𝗈 𝗇 𝖾 𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖻 𝖾 𝖾 ❜

@my-me1ody x akaashi keiji !! ♡

REPORT CARD:

reporting … an wonderful match !

my two favs ! ouu you two are great together. to sum up your relationship in one word, it would be “wholesome.” i can clearly see you two bending over backwards for each other to make one another happy & loved. the level of selflessness and commitment in this match? unparalleled.

as to how you guys would ever come to be? the first thought that came to mind is through a friend of a friend-- perhaps, you first meet when you were invited to a small friend outing. . . and, you two really clicked?? like, it’s almost unreal how compatible you were from the first meeting. your polite and quiet nature was quite cute in akaashi’s humble opinion, and it meshes well with his reserved mannerisms. where the more extroverted people bounced around, you two hung back & engaged in lighthearted conversation (sometimes commenting on the group’s antics tho). but! once you two continue to be around each other’s presence, and akaashi bears witness to your clumsy & “no-common-sense” turn of ways-- he couldn’t help smile to himself, thinking, “okay, so she’s adorable-”

he feels compelled to protect you?? like, never does he want you to cry because of him-- but akaashi wants to take it a step further wherein if you’re in his care, he do anything to keep a smile on your face & keep you safe (bc he doesn’t want a repeat of that mixer incident he was told of). with that, he notices you’re the paragon of the type who bottles up their feelings & then may explode. so this thoughtful boy often tries to bluntly assure you that you can always talk with him. he gets in tune with your ways very quickly, and much like with bokuto, he just naturally memorizes your quirks & unique traits. thus, he’s more than prepared to calm you down when you’re feeling especially upset.

because you’re so hard on yourself in academics, akaashi often has to bribe you with food to take a break. if he sees you particularly stressed, he’ll offer treating you to your favorite dessert, and this boy will not take a ‘no.’ not like you were going to anyway- i mean, it’s food.

one of the most cutest things i can see you two doing in your relationship is you two snuggling up together on the bed, reading a book/manga. he’ll have his arm wrapped around your shoulder to bring you close, and you can naturally rest your head on his shoulder as he holds the book up. soft domestic things aw.

and finally, when you two aren’t chilling indoors, you definitely hit all the best food places! since you aren’t always down for lively atmosphere, you try to find the more low-key restaurants with a serene ambiance. i can imagine you two finding that one perfect cafe that you two will be regulars at (the baristas know your order right away ofc). plus, you have that spot where you always go to-- probably near the back, in a corner, when it’s just the two of you & you two can fully relish in each other’s company!

PROS OF RELATIONSHIP:

you and akaashi, from the outward glance, seem like you’re in your own world sometimes. to the jealous onlooker, it seems like you just don’t care about other people & that’s a testament of how close you two truly are. you can’t be bothered by outside opinion & the two of you continuously try to support each other. for instance, things like you going to his games and giving him a soft congratulatory hug after (whether he wins or loses), and him giving you a cute lil’ plushie he found at the store that reminded him of you . . .

as you two are very close & comfortable with one another, conversation will be akin to a stream of consciousness. you would never have to worry about him looking at you differently if you spoke your mind because akaashi is so soft for you, and he would love it if you were that comfortable in talking with him about personal things!

taking care of each other? definitely a pivotal element! tying in with your selflessness & overall support aspect of the relationship, you two never cease to go out of your way to take care of each other’s wellbeing. from giving much needed snacks and cuddles to exchanging sweet, considerate words . . . it’s no wonder you barely fight!

CONS OF RELATIONSHIP:

there can be cause for conflict because of the fact akaashi is logically-minded and you’re more driven by feelings. while akaashi is very in tune with your feelings & little things about you, he can sometimes slip up & be too blunt. at first, he won’t even realize if he ever said something that sort of bugged you, and since you’re the type to avoid any means of confrontation or conflict, the problem at hand will stew. once he notices his slip up (as he is the type to think quite a bit), he’ll quickly try to rectify it & apologize for his words.

i feel like you two would be so attentive of each other that sometimes you two overthink about taking the next step? like if things are good, you two worry if you change something or bring a new element, it could potentially ruin the good you two have. and perhaps, due to this, your relationship may seem a bit slow or even stagnant at times-- which can be a good thing if that’s the way you like, but if you actually want to move to the next step, one of you two have to step up & say it.

i think the level of selfness is both a pro & con because it can be a con if it’s too much-- i feel like it may come off as being overwhelming or coddled even if you two work far too hard to always please each other?? maybe not a con, but i know sometimes two much is bad.

LOVE COMPETENCIES

TRUST- 97% ; advanced

COMMITMENT- 94% ; competent

KINDNESS- 96% ; advanced

RESPECT- 98% ; advanced

COMMUNICATION- 93% ; competent

OVERALL COMPATIBILITY GRADE- 96%

comment: vy, thank you for waiting & always supporting me !! i hope you like your report card jhskaf !

— lily ! ♡

#report card event #report card #matchup event #matchups #love match #haikyuu matchup #haikyuu matchups #event matchup #hq matchups #hq!! matchup #haikyuu #hq!!#hq requests #vy #my me1ody

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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“#god his fucking arms... #imagine handcuffing him #tying him to the bed and watching his muscles flex as he tried to wriggle out” you genius! Or even knowing that if he really wanted to, he could get out, but he doesn’t use his full strength bc he wants (needs) you to be in control. Maybe even... like biting on the vein a little bit...👀👀👀 (@queenmylovely)

lauren oh my god here i am trying to write soft 70s boyfriend rog and you gotta go and send me absolutely feral for ben…rude…i love you.

anyway here’s a little something. Wrote part of it at like 7 in the morning and then the rest at midnight so I hope it makes sense lmao (under a cut cause its nearly 2k and also smut)

Thehandcuffs had been a gift, intended for you to wear. The pink fluff around themto keep you comfortable while Ben had you locked in position, playing outwhichever evil scheme he’d decided you’d both enjoy most. Your friend, evercheeky, caught one glimpse of Ben’s toned chest and overheard one tipsy joke youmade about being pushed to your knees and decided you’d get some use out ofthem. They weren’t the best handcuffs ever, cheap and flimsy, but they did thejob well enough. Perhaps not the job your friend had been hinting at but howwas she to know Ben was the one who preferred being tied up. One day you’d haveto upgrade, find something a little larger and a little more durable. Ben hadcome close to snapping the chain once or twice and the day was bound to comewhen he’d succeed. Until then though, they’d suffice.

Bencertainly enjoyed them, probably more than you did which was saying somethingconsidering seeing Ben restrained was one of your favourite sights in theworld. It was the vision that swam to the forefront of your mind when you wokeup one morning, Ben’s side of the bed empty and cold. There was a note on yourbedside table explaining he’d gone to the gym and you couldn’t help but thinkyou wouldn’t have to wake up alone if you kept him chained to the bed. It wastempting to stay in the cozy covers and follow the thought to its naturalconclusion, but instead you managed to talk yourself into getting up and goingthrough your morning routine.

Benwalked through the door an hour or so later, wearing a tank top with SunsOut Guns Out emblazoned on the front and a grin at the sight of you. It wasa fitting choice of shirt, his muscles bulging as he pulled you into a hug.

“Morningbabe,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around you and dropping a kiss toyour shoulder.You squealed as you felt the damp from his sweat stained shirt transfer to yourown, “Benny you’re all sweaty,” you half whined, trying to wriggle free.

“That’swhat happens when you spend all morning lifting weights,” he mumbled into yourneck, squeezing you tighter, “glad you’re up now though. You have any idea howhard it was to drag myself out of bed knowing you were still there in yourskimpy little PJs?”

Youlaughed and pried his fingers from you so you could move back a little, “me andmy skimpy PJs missed you this morning,”

“Didyou now?”

“Bigtime,” you dragged a finger along his shoulder and down his arm, following themuscles that had been worked out that morning.

“Well…‘m here now and…”

“Andwhat Bub?”

“Andif you cuffed me to the bed I wouldn’t be able to leave again,”

“Greatminds think alike,” you said through a grin.

Itdidn’t take long for Ben to strip to his underwear and lie down, arms above hishead, so practiced at getting into position. You straddled his stomach,clicking the cuffs into place.

“AllGood?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Nottoo tight?”

“Onlya little tight, just the normal amount.”

Youdouble checked the slightly too small cuffs were properly secured before youshuffled back, deliberately grinding against his crotch just to hear his sharpbreath.

“Tease,”he muttered when you came to a stop again.

“Ihaven’t even begun to tease, Benny,” you pulled your own shirt off, adding itto the pile of clothes Ben had left in the middle of the floor, leaning down toquickly kiss him before you pushed yourself from his hips and took off the restof your clothes too.

Ben’sfingers twitched as you reclaimed your place on his lap, the chain of thehandcuffs rattling slightly with the movement. You rewarded him by rolling yourhips, feeling the smooth material of his underwear sliding against your folds.

“Fuck,”he said softly, realization of what you were planning dawning on him as youcontinued to grind against him, able to feel him getting harder beneath you.

Itdidn’t take long for you to find the perfect rhythm, the perfect angle, yourclit dragging against his hardened cock over his underwear. Soft whines werefalling from Ben’s lips, his arms tensing and relaxing and tensing againwhenever you varied the pressure with which you pressed down onto him. Your ownbreaths were coming in pants, small moans escaping between them.

“GodI’m close,” Ben suddenly said, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his headback against the pillow. A vein stuck out in his neck and you shivered at thesight.

Youstopped your movements, “Already? Jesus Benny, for a big strong boy you don’thave much will power do you?”

“Ido,”

“AllI’ve done is hump you and you’re whinging about being close. And I’m nowherenear done with you yet.”

“Y/N,please,”

“Youknow the rules.”

“Iknow,” he panted, trying to calm himself down enough, “I don’t cum until youdo,”

“Good.Now show me you have enough will power to not cum in your pants. I’m going tocount to five and then I’m going to keep going whether you think you’re readyor not. And you’re going to hold it.”

Benjust nodded, eyes still closed as he fought to relax.

Youcounted down out loud, watching Ben closely. His lips moved though no soundcame out, as if he were speaking to himself, and his arms were tense in therestraints. But when you reached one and began to find your rhythm againhe didn’t complain.

“Goodboy,” you purred, leaning down to trail your lips over his chest. A thin sheenof sweat already clung to him, left over from his morning workout as well aswhat you’d been putting him though, salty on your tongue as you dragged yourmouth towards his neck.

“Christ,”he whimpered, voice breaking a little when you sucked at his pulse point,making you laugh.

Slowly,you moved your mouth across to his shoulder. Another love bite, another soft whine.You could feel his muscles move, his arms flexing in the restraints as youfollowed a vein with your tongue. Ben swore, hips bucking up towards you, whenyou sunk your teeth into the skin around the vein, sucking until you were surethere’d be a mark. You pulled back for a second, watching to see if he’d make aproper effort to break loose, whether this would be the day he’d actuallyachieve it. He didn’t and it wasn’t.

“Maybeyou do have some willpower after all,”

“Y-yes,”he stuttered, “why?”

“You’rebeing very good trying so hard not to tug on the cuffs too much. I know youcould get out if you wanted.”

“Idon- don’t want to,”

Yougave him a reprieve, pausing your grinding as you captured his lips in a bruisingkiss. He kissed you back, needily, trying to follow your lips when you brokeaway.

“Howclose are you?”

“S-sofucking close,”

“Thinkyou could hold on a little longer if I was riding you?”

Hisbreath hitched, “Not sure. But I’ll try to hold it, promise.”

“Loveyou,” you whispered against his lips, sinking into another kiss before you backedoff to pull his undies down, a large wet patch decorating the front where you’dbeen rubbing yourself.

Onanother day you might have teased him even longer, made him beg as you wrappedyour hand or your lips around him, but it seemed unfair to keep him waiting. Asit was, he hissed when you did take hold of his cock, lining him up with yourentrance. You paused for a second but he didn’t even have the chance to ask youto hurry up before you were sinking down on him, slowly, letting yourselfadjust. You kissed him as you began to ride him, bracing your hands on hisshoulders to give yourself a little more support and control. He bucked hiships up, pushing his cock deeper and making you gasp against his lips.

“S-sorry,��

Youshook your head, “Do it again,”

Hesmiled and did as you asked, repeating the movement.

“FuckBen,” you panted against his lips, trying to match him thrust for thrust.

Hisbrows were knitted together with the effort of holding back his orgasm, a beadof sweat rolling down the side of his face. You weren’t kissing any longer,though you remained close enough to, rough breaths mingling in the spacebetween, both of you too concerned with your impending orgasm to worry aboutwhat your lips were doing.

“Pleasete-tell me you’re clos-se,” he said, gritting his teeth as he desperately triedto follow your rule.

Youjust nodded, curling your fingers around one of his biceps as you shimmied yourother hand between you, towards your clit. It only took a few firm circlesuntil you were cumming, squeezing his arm and crying out.

“CanI?” he gasped as you rode your orgasm out, tightening around his cock, almostmaking him break.

“Godyes, cum for me Ben,”

Itwas all he needed to hear, letting go before you’d even finished talking.

Yourhand was still on his bicep, fingertips digging into him, and you felt themuscles flex again as he coated your walls, pretty moans dripping from his lipsto be swallowed by you.

Youcollapsed against his chest, small shockwaves still making you twitch as you felthis racing heart and every heavy breath he took.

“Hey,babe?”

“Yeah?”“Can you uncuff me?”

“Shit,yeah, sorry,” you carefully pushed yourself up and let him slip from you,wincing slightly with the sensitivity, once again resting against his stomachwhile you fiddled with the clasps of the cuffs, “does it hurt?”

“No,nothing like that. Just, if you’re going to lie on me like that I’d like to beable to cuddle you back, y’know.”

“Goshyou’re cute,”

“Ihave been told that before,”

Youtook one of his hands before he could wrap them around you, and then the other,checking his wrist for any potential broken skin, but aside from a few smallindents that disappeared as you rubbed the area there were no marks.

“Toldyou it was fine,”

“Iknow, but I wanted to make sure,”

“Nowwho’s the cute one?”

Youlaughed as he did what he’d been wanting to do almost since the moment you’dfirst cuffed him, pulling you down into his arms, “Still you.”

“Agree to disagreethen,” he said softly, loosening his arms just enough to let you shuffle into acomfortable position before he wrapped you up again. His skin felt hot and stickywith sweat, but you didn’t even consider changing position. For one thing, youcouldn’t imagine you were in a much better state, and for another, being heldby him, surrounded by his soft skin and firm muscles, felt too nice. No one cuddledas well as Ben did. You decided that losing him to the gym a few times a weekwas a small price to pay for such a comfort.

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #now i'm gonna go to sleep #and hopefully i'll be dreaming of domming benny #because it's what i deserve #whilstyouwalk

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