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For Anyone But Us (Criston Cole x Alicent's Daughter!reader)

A/N: Sorry Daeron, you didn’t exist here either

Summary: You had grown up with Ser Criston as your protector, and almost a father figure. You didn’t know when exactly you began to crave him in carnal ways, in ways that had you blushing redder than a summer strawberry and running to hide away. But now you can handle it no longer. You must have him.

Word count: 3,867

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap, oral f & m receiving, handjob, smut smut smut, self-hating, slightly manipulative reader (??), daddy issues, sexualising a father figure, era-typical negative view of sex, (please let me know if I missed any)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

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You sat in your mother’s quarters, embroidery on your lap and a gentle melody humming from your lips. She was answering letters at her writing table while you reclined on her couch, enjoying the sudden breeze that had settled upon king’s landing and blew through her open windows. Occasionally you looked up to Ser Criston, standing stoic as ever by the door, and offered him a joyful little smile, one which he returned in his own muted way.

Since you were born, you have been your mother’s constant companion. From her breast to her lap to her side, you have spent almost your entire life beside her. You are her youngest child, the apple of her eye by far, and the one that looks most like her. When you cried, she was the only one to comfort you, when you showed an interest in music, she had the best musicians come to foster your talent, when you said you wanted to learn history, she had as many books as would fit in your chambers brought from the library. You may be half Targaryen, but you will always be Alicent’s daughter.

Due to being your mother’s constant companion, you soon became one for Ser Criston as well. Alicent trusted no guard more than Ser Criston and so he often had the task of being your carer. He has soothed your tears and washed your cuts when you’ve played too hard. He has tickled you until your laughs became shrieks and been the first to compliment every single one of your new dresses. You have grown up watching Ser Criston be your mother’s protector, be your protector. When you think of safety, you think of his face. So it makes sense that when you look upon his face as he watches out the window, a stoic set to his lips and brow, that your chest heats up and an errant throb pangs between your legs?

You don’t really remember when you started feeling this way for him. You vividly remember one night, a feast for some celebration or other, and your mother had gifted you a new dress made of silk dyed in thin red water to make the prettiest baby pink. The maids had done your hair with intricate braids and curls that fell down your back but left your neck and chest exposed. You had rushed out of your room and found Ser Criston first, hopping in front of him to show off the dress. You had spun around in excitement, swishing the skirt of your dress back and forth and asking him what he thought. He had said you were the most beautiful girl in the world with a smile on his face and those dark eyes of his that never truly softened and kept a certain harsh quality to them. Your whole chest had turned red and your stomach had twisted in the most pleasurable way and you had wanted him to watch you for the rest of eternity. Even during the feast you had kept standing by him despite your siblings scolding you to mingle, pouting like a child if he turned his attention away from you for even a minute.

Another memory, only a few years past, when Aegon had said something to upset you and you had come sobbing to your mother. After soothing your tears she had left you in her quarters under the watchful eye of Ser Criston to go and scold Aegon. You had sidled up to him, asking if whatever taunt Aegon had made was true. He had been quick to shush you, telling you that Aegon was a young man and he could still be stupid, that you needn’t take everything he said to heart. You had pressed yourself to his chest then, wrapping your arms around the armour on his midriff. He had gently rubbed your back for a few moments before clearing his throat and pulling away, guiding you back to the couch and bringing you whatever embroidery project you had left on the side table. But the feeling of his large hand on your back, his palm and fingers spanning so wide, his smell and even the look of his skin from so close had stuck inside your mind and body and you had tossed and turned that entire night to thoughts of him.

You startled out of your thoughts of the man when your mother abruptly stood from her chair, tutting as she mumbled to herself about the time. You knew she was overdue to tea with Larys Strong so you smiled cheekily at her as she breezed past you, pressing a kiss to your head before heading to the door.

“Ser Criston, stay here with Y/n, I shall take Ser Berrill with me to my meeting,” and she was out the door before Criston could nod his assent.

You smiled then, looking to where Ser Criston stood and abandoning your embroidery to skip over to him. He smiled at you, bowing his head in greeting and you giggled. Criston didn’t know when that had become his favourite sound in the world but it was better than even the Septon bells on a wedding day.

“I think I shall head back to my quarters Ser Criston, accompany me?” You asked, reaching to grab his arm and threading yours through his. Criston cleared his throat and nodded, his neck and cheeks going hot at the feeling of your body pressed so close to his side. It was inappropriate for a girl of your age and stature to be standing so close to him. But you had been doing this all your life, and despite the whispers that now began to pervade the keep about this behaviour, you refused to stop. (And of course Ser Criston was incapable of saying no to you).

Criston opened the door and led the way out into the hallway, walking slow enough for you to keep pace with him. You were chattering on about something or other, he was too busy surveying your surroundings to fully pay attention, and the glimpse of your breasts that he caught every time he looked down to you was enough for him to keep his eyes away from your form completely.

“...and that’s why Aemond has cemented his place as my favourite brother.” You giggled and he couldn’t help but look down to you again, smiling distractedly when he caught sight of the way your breasts curved under your emerald green gown, at the slight bumps of your nipples that he could see through the fabric.

“He is a true prince of the realm and a great brother for you, Princess,” Criston answered, hoping it would be enough of an answer for you. You smiled and nodded and began on another story but stopped as you reached the doors to your chambers. You paused outside the door, opening and closing your mouth a few times. You chewed at the tip of the nail on your index finger and looked up at Criston with big doe eyes that had his entire body clenching up.

“Ser Criston… would you come into my chambers with me? I don’t particularly feel like being alone right now.” You were twisting side to side at the waist lightly, hoping he would cave.

“I do not think that is appropriate Princess,” he replied quietly, voice going low and gruff.

“Please, Ser Criston? There is nothing wrong with my protector joining me in my chambers,” you argued, eyes going teary.

“Princess…” he sighed, shaking his head. “We may know we are not doing anything scandalous but others will not know. I will not be responsible for anyone questioning your honour.” You sighed, almost admitting defeat, before looking up at him once more.

“What if there is someone in there right now, waiting to destroy my honour? Then it would be irresponsible of you not to accompany me into my chambers,” you smiled triumphantly, before quickly pouting again when you remembered that cheekiness would not work in your favour.

“Do not speak of such things Princess,” he replied sharply, swallowing aggressively at the thought of someone daring to come close to you with those intentions.

“Then do not risk it Ser Criston and accompany me into my chambers,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Criston sighed once more before nodding in acquiescence. He knew you would always win, it was only a matter of how long he was willing to fight against you.

You smiled brightly and grabbed onto his arm, dragging him into the room with you and shutting the door firmly behind you, sliding the lock closed before Criston could even realise you had done it.

You leaned back against the door and watched him stand in the middle of the room, looking around the entire room before deeming it safe for you. He turned back to you and saw the mischievous smile on your face before sighing once more.

“The room is safe Princess, I must return to my guardpost now,” he said, but he knew it would be easier said than done leaving now that he was inside. You just shook your head, continuing to block the door.

“But I don’t feel safe Ser Criston, you must stay and continue protecting me,” you whined, rushing forward and falling to your knees right in front of him. You clasped one of his hands between yours and pouted as he began trying to get you to stand up. If someone walked in now and saw the princess on her knees in front of a knight, he would be sent to death quicker than he could pray for forgiveness.

“Stand up Princess, please, you should not be on the floor,” he sounded pained, holding onto your elbows and trying to get you to stand without yanking you up. You just shook your head and did something that made his heart stop directly in his chest. You brought his hands to your lips and gently kissed the backs of both, staring up at him from under fluttering eyelashes.

“This is exactly where I should be, Ser Criston. You have protected me my entire life, you have cared for me like no other, loved me like no other. I am devoted to you even beyond the gods. It is only right that I show you my devotion, show you my thanks, right here on my knees.” All breath abandoned him as he looked upon you, innocent and pure, on your knees with your face right by his cock. He swallowed harshly, shaking his head. No, no, no. He could not do this. He had abandoned his vows once already. And while he wholeheartedly believed that if he abandoned them with you then it wouldn’t be a waste as it had been with Rhaenyra, the thought of sullying you, of allowing himself to feel all that… heat and desperation, filled him with a shame that would eventually kill him.

“Princess, please heed my words, you cannot do this, we cannot do this. You say I have protected you my entire life, and it is from this too I have protected you. From the men who wish to steal your honour and sully your body. I will not be one of them.” He wanted to sound firm but it came out pleading, almost verging on a desperate whine that had you frowning and tilting your head.

“I only want you, Ser Criston. I don’t want any other, and I know I never will. You have never denied me anything, please do not deny me this,” your lip began to wobble and tears pooled so quickly in your eyes that they began to spill over before he could try and sway you away. You began to blubber and he dropped to his knees awkwardly in his armour,

“Please don’t cry Princess, please don’t cry,” he begged, throwing off his gloves and cupping your face with his hands as you began to sniffle. His skin was rough and warm and you rubbed your cheek into his palm like a puppy.

“You will not be sullying me, you will still be protecting me. If you do this for me then I will know what love feels like and I will know how to judge a suitor. I-I will know what pleasure feels like,” you added shyly, leaning closer to him. “You will only be teaching me. There is nothing wrong with teaching, you have been teaching me and my brothers since we were children.”

Criston sighed and shook his head, grunting at the battle that waged a war in his head. He closed his eyes, knowing that if he kept looking at you he would break much too quickly. He shouldn’t be feeling like this for you. He shouldn’t be feeling like this for anyone. It was wrong to be such a lustful creature. But you whimpered and whined in his hands, turning to press open-mouthed kisses against his palms and he could feel the cracks appearing in his resolve along with his shame. When you took his index finger into your mouth, sucking on it like a child with a treat, the feeling of your warm, wet, mouth had spikes of hot pleasure shooting through his body and any remaining resolve dissolving as easier than salt into water.

Criston moaned, too loud for his liking, and his breath shook out of him, head bowing as he panted against his chest. You could see the change in him, could see that you had won as his free hand began to roughly tug at the straps of his chestplate. It fell away and clattered onto the floor as you continued sucking on his finger, swirling your tongue around the digit. Criston sucked in a breath before pulling his finger from your mouth, cupping your cheek with the same hand and spreading your spit over your face. He pulled you into a kiss, a harsh thing that had you gasping and keening and yelping slightly when your bottom lip pinched between his mouth and your teeth. But all bonds on him had been unleashed, and he was ravenous.

You fell against him, becoming just as desperate though with far less experience. You shoved your hands into his hair and pressed your chest to his, settling yourself onto his lap as he fell back onto the floor, torso held up by his elbows. He plunged his tongue into your mouth while you collected your skirts into your hands so you could sit on him without any intrusion. Criston pulled away from you, panting against your mouth for a moment before gently shoving you off and standing up again. He began undoing the rest of his armour and you sat on your knees and watched him. His hair was mussed from your hands and his cheeks had gone rosy pink. You heard the clanks of metal as each piece fell away and more of his body was revealed to you. The soft clothes he wore underneath were next, his shirt pulled over his head and tossed to the side without a care in the world.

The soft bronze skin of his abdomen was taut and curved along each defined muscle. A light dusting of dark hair sat along his chest and trailed down his stomach until it disappeared below his breeches. You couldn’t handle being away from him any longer, a desperate heat crawling over your skin as if bugs had begun buzzing under your skin.

You shuffled forward on your knees until you were right before him. You pressed a hand to the warm skin of his stomach, lightly scratching your nails down toward the waist of his pants. He shuddered, curling forward slightly and resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Princess…” he sighed, but he didn’t stop you either.

You slipped your fingers into the waistband and slowly began to move it down. His cock caught in it before popping out and gently slapping against his abdomen. You stared at it, mouth suddenly full of saliva and legs trembling. You reached out and grasped it, the skin soft and burning hot. The tip was bright red and glistening, a small pearl dribbling out of it and sliding down the length. Another pearl dribbled onto your hand and you tightened your hold on him, listening to the gasps and moans he let out. You didn’t know where the desire to kiss it, to lick it, came from but you didn’t deny a single thing your body desired. You leaned forward and licked just under the head of his cock, smacking your lips slightly to try and decipher what exactly the taste was, before going in for another lick. You ran your tongue up the length of his shaft and back down. The hand on your shoulder clenched tight into your gown and pulled you closer to him. You opened your mouth wide and took the head just past your lips, suckling on it. You stared up into Criston’s face, his mouth open as he panted and moaned like he was in the most pain a man had ever felt. The sounds of your mouth smacking as you suckled on his cock echoed into the room and you rubbed your legs together. It sounded so wrong but oh so good.

You pulled off of his length before going back to drag long licks along the length of his shaft. Everywhere you could reach you licked until Criston was keening loudly and pulling away.

“Princess! Princess, please,” he huffed, cupping your face as you sat there staring up at him. You reached to your back and pulled on the ties to unlace your dress as much as you could on your own. The top loosened and the collar fell below your breasts, baring them to the cool air and the eyes of your protector. Your nipples had pebbled and you shivered as the cool air of the keep brushed over your skin.

Criston stood you up and you allowed the dress to fall fully to your waist, smiling unashamedly as he continued to stare at your body. You wanted him to see you, to see every part of you. You loved him like you had loved no other, and you wanted to show him somehow. He led you to your bed, sitting on the edge and staring up at you. He bent forward and kissed the space between your breasts, rubbing his cheeks against the flesh on either side of his head. He breathed in the smell of your skin, kissing along the softness to your left nipple. He swirled his tongue over it, flicking it, before engulfing it with his mouth and sucking lightly. His mouth felt too hot against your skin and you moaned as you leaned back slightly to continue watching him.

Criston pulled away and cupped your other breast, massaging it and rubbing the nipple with the pad of his thumb. It felt almost ticklish on the sensitive skin but sparks shot through you all the same.

“Ser Criston,” you whimpered, pressing your chest further into his hand and hoping he would put his mouth back to the skin.

“Yes, Princess, yes,” he said hurriedly, but instead of returning to your breasts, he bent at the waist and brought his face to your pussy. You gasped, his thumbs resting against either side and peeling your sticky lips apart.

You had felt the slick begin to seep out of you and slowly spread from your hole and over your lips, but to see his face begin to press between your thighs, to feel his thumbs gently rub the soft skin and hear the way he inhaled deeply as he settled his chin on the crevice of your thighs had you moaning louder than you ever had before.

“We must be quiet Princess,” he whispered, but you paid it no heed as he dove his tongue between your thighs right then.

His tongue was hot and wet, the rough bumps rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin of your pussy. He licked from bottom to top before focusing on a little nub near the top of the crevice, suckling on it so heat shot straight through you and your legs buckled. You were bowing over him now, nails digging into the skin of his back as you rested on his shoulder, panting and wailing. He lapped at your cunt like a dog drinking water, desperate and aggressive. He slurped and pressed his face as far as it would go into your flesh. You could feel his chin rub against the skin of your thighs, slipping and sliding in the juices that had dribbled out of you. From this angle only the tip of his tongue could reach your hole and he pushed it in just so, pulling it out and pushing it back in so your entrance clenched and unclenched over it, the rim becoming sensitive.

“Ser Criston!” You wailed, bucking against his face as he moved it back and forth, his nose rubbing against that swollen little nub that made you feel like the world was bursting behind your eyes.

You pressed your mouth to his back, and in a fleeting moment of clarity remembered that he needed to reach his release as well. You slid one of your hands between your bodies and grasped his cock, choking on a gasp when he moaned right into your flesh and the vibrations spread through every nerve ending. You grasped him tighter and he hissed. You mumbled apologies into his skin before beginning to jerk your hand back and forth along his shaft, listening to the squelch of not only his mouth on your pussy but his cum spreading over his shaft beneath your hand. The pleasure rose within you, his hips bucked frantically up into your hand, your legs twitched uncontrollably, your skin was on fire. Everything felt like it was moving too fast all of a sudden, a wave rising in your legs and stomach and deep in your core. He was moaning against you and the vibrations finally sent you over the edge, heat and overwhelming pleasure throbbing through you. Your fingers twitched and your arms felt like jelly and your ears were rushing with blood. You couldn’t hear Criston’s moans as he spurted onto your thighs and hands, as he pressed his face to your stomach and moaned.

When your ears quieted you could hear the mingling of both of your panted breaths, could feel the saliva that had drooled from your mouth and smeared onto his back under your cheek. Your weight was completely resting over his shoulder and you could feel the stickiness all along your thighs, the breeze beginning to cool it and sending shivers down your spine. Your hand was sticky and you slowly peeled it away from his cock. Criston shivered and slowly brought you off his shoulder and into his lap. You stared into his eyes, deep brown and endless. He leaned down and kissed you, lips salty and slick.

“Thank you, Ser Criston,” you said, smiling against his mouth.

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aemondtargaryenonlyfans · 11 months

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DEPRAVITIES.

Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x female!Reader

When your husband feels overwhelmed reining in the stead of the severely wounded King, it is your duty as his wife to comfort him.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; profanity, lactation kink, lactating, pregnant reader, p in v, cuckolding, degrading, humiliating, tiddy slapping hehe, blink and you'll miss the size kink, very brief breeding kink, female Reader, Prince Regent Aemond

WORDS: 1.8 K

NOTES: Re-posting something I really enjoyed writing before going on hiatus.

Credit for the center piece goes to @justkwordme on twitter.

When the Great Hall slowly cleared, it was your turn to approach your husband, still seated on the large Iron Throne and the Conqueror‘s Crown atop his silver-blonde mane.

His shoulders and head dropped slightly with the heavy doors falling shut behind the last person leaving, clearly displaying all the pressure that rested on them. Your lips had dropped as well, into a pout that showed the pity you held for him.

You approached him with slow, careful steps not to startle him as if you were a hunter stalking towards its prey, not making a sound to strike in an ambush.

And when your hand eventually brushed his shoulder, he released a long sigh.

Without either of you saying anything, you positioned yourself onto his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms wrapped around his neck and the skirts of your dress rucked up around your hips.

Ever since you got pregnant, you hadn’t touched any of your normal dresses–the fabric either too heavy or too tight for your changing body. Lighter dresses with much less embroideries and other decorations filled your closets, a new one being fitted to your growing bump and breasts at least every fortnight.

Much to your husband’s delight, since he was utterly infatuated seeing your body swell because of him–or much more his seed.

Aemond fully embraced your advances and the position, head tipping forwards to rest his forehead against your swollen bosom, enjoying the simple proximity and comfort you brought.

Your marriage with him hadn’t always been like that, starting cold and with him showing no emotions other than the sense of duty for your arranged marriage.

Only after you both had learned Aemond had put a child into you, something primal in him set itself free, making him protective of you… but also obsessed.

Your pregnancy was nearing the seventh moon, and your breasts were swollen enough for your back to ache from the weight and for your feet to hurt with each step. It was rare you even left your marital chambers, mostly laying in bed with your feet positioned atop a few pillows.

The dowager queen had told you it was normal for a woman carrying a Targaryen offspring to experience such terrible side-effects during their pregnancy, as both she and her daughter had shared the same fate many times before.

You believed her–but only because you didn’t have another choice.

Your breasts were hot and tender to the touch and already swollen to the point one easily overfilled Aemond’s large hands. And just like now, they always tended to strain against the low cut necklines of your dresses, the fabric cutting into the skin and making your flesh appear to spill over it. That had earned you the curious glances of more than one man of court, much to your husband’s dismay.

The swell of your belly put some distance between your bodies, and Aemond had his hands planted on either side of it–a habit he had picked up rather quickly with your unborn babe starting to kick just mere nights ago.

When he pressed his chiseled lips to the exposed and flushed skin over your breasts in a soft kiss, the familiar warmth spread throughout your body, settling at the apex between your legs. It was a subtle movement as you ground your hips down on his, but still enough for Aemond to groan against your body.

A dark-blown pupil gazed up at you with his eye widened slightly, the lilac almost completely eclipsed by black, not having to say anything for you to know what he wanted.

You gave him a reassuring nod, and in no time, he had pushed the neckline of your dress down enough to free not one, but both your breasts out of their confines.

From the heavy sigh you released it was clear you felt relieved already, more so when his lips wrapped around one of your hardened buds. But the familiar stimulation of his fingers around the other one was missing–until you eventually felt his hand eagerly undoing the laces in the front of his breeches.

It was difficult for him to do so with you sitting on top, so you slightly raised your hips, allowing him to pull out his hard and throbbing cock.

You were surprised he went that far, especially because you were in the Throne Room with the possibility of someone barging into the room–but you also were excited.

“Aemond,” you spoke softly. “We cannot.”

Though your words were a weak attempt to protest, there did not really come any objection from you as he fisted himself between your bodies, yours already craving what your mind still needed to process.

He pulled back from you with a lewd pop, just a bit of your milk resting in the corners of his mouth. It was obscene, but in your eyes he had never looked so good. “We can,” he all but barked. “I will have the head of anyone that chooses to interrupt us right now–regardless of who it is.”

With that, he tugged the center of your smallclothes aside enough for his digits to tease your entrance, positively surprised you were already soaked for him and whining at the contact.

“I did not know I have married a whore,” he teased shamelessly, bringing the fingers covered with your arousal up to smear it around the areola of your right breast. “Are you certain my brother did not fetch you from the Street of Silk or Flea Bottom even? Or is everyone in the Reach just as depraved as you are, sweet wife?”

The profanity of his words sent a shiver down your spine, and if there even was a sense of restraint still left in your body, it vanished with your hand entangling into his silver mane to tug his head towards your bosom, clearly wanting to silence him.

“Enough,” you scolded teasingly, biting the tip of your tongue to suppress a smirk from taking over your features.

When you eventually sank down on his throbbing length in one swift movement, you shuddered, and Aemond and you both released a contented moan.

His lips locked around the bud that was covered in your arousal, sucking it in the rhythm your core clenched around him. There was no need for you to move–no, you didn’t even want to–fully satisfied with the way his member was just buried inside of you.

Your head tipped back in pleasure, and you tried your best to stifle your moans, only quiet whines and whimpers leaving your lips at the stimulation.

As the pressure in your breast slowly subsided, you were finally able to feel him suckle, and when you looked down, you were blessed with a sight that was truly created by the Seven.

Aemond’s chiseled lips were wrapped around your little bud, his eye half closed and his cheeks dimpled from the suction, amplified each time he swallowed the bits of your milk.

His tongue flickered over your hardened bud, eliciting a soft moan from the depths of your chest. You were able to feel him throbbing inside of you at the sound, followed by a growl that vibrated through your whole body.

You not-so-gently tugged on his hair again, seeming to spur him on even more, and whined a ‘you will have to do the other as well.’

As he pulled back once again, you couldn’t stop yourself from pouting, which was mended by the sight of him licking over your bud to gather the remnants of your milk–all while he kept his eye locked with yours. No matter how badly you wanted not to moan, you couldn’t stop the sound from spilling past your lips. It was certainly getting a reaction out of you. The possibility of being caught long forgotten.

“Stop being greedy,” Aemond panted, and you just bowed your head in submission and nodded. “You should be grateful.” As if it was not him asking for permission to suck your breasts in the first place.

“Y-Yes,” you mumbled in feigned humility, choosing to play into his game.

“Yes, what?” Aemond asked, serving a slap to your sensitive breast that had you wincing.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Better.”

And with that, he locked his lips around your other bud, but not without groping your rear to pull you closer towards him and deeper onto his cock–at least as close as possible with your swollen belly between your bodies.

You sat just right with the hem of his tunic rubbing against your pearl, every lap of his tongue and squeeze of his fingers around your other breast sending a bolt of pleasure straight down between your legs.

But then your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding down on him, riding him while he sucked every last drop of milk from you.

The aching of your back and breasts was long forgotten as you chased your pleasure.

A couple of moments passed until you felt Aemond’s breathing growing labored, his chest almost heaving with more and more muffled grunts and groans escaping his throat. He was loud–much to your surprise–but your body seemed to keen at that, the knot in the pit of your belly tightening at a rapid pace.

And then, you toppled over the edge of your peak with a loud cry of his name.

Your body crouched forward while both arms just wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him closer into your bosom, the coldness of the crown pushing against your collar bone a stark contrast to the heat soaring within your body.

You were trembling astride him, whining when you felt how your peak’s contractions were practically forcing the spend out of your husband’s cock.

Just like he was sucking you dry, you were milking him for every last drop of his spill, too.

And as he spilled inside of you, he released your breast to curse your name and bury his face between your now soft and tender breasts.

There was silence between you safe for your heavy breathing, before you leaned back enough to look down at Aemond. His lips were red and swollen, a soft flush covered his cheeks and neck, and the lilac of his eye was still completely drowned out by black.

Your head bowed forwards to capture his lips in a kiss that was shy of gentleness, the remnants of your milk on his tongue and lips spreading over to yours.

When he pulled back, a sly smirk was draped over his lips–a smirk that couldn’t mean any good.

“Let us retreat to our chambers, wife. I am not yet full.”

Aemond was insatiable, you had learned that very early into your marriage. And that meant you were in for yet another sleepless night, preparing you for what was to come once the babe was born.

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qingxin-dream · 11 months

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“Crack of Thunder”

summary | after watching people fling themselves at you as you travel through teyvat, wanderer reaches his breaking point. (art credits: @/xiaojiaju on twitter)

warnings | profanity, hella jealous, possessive, toxic, scars, wanderer backstory, reader calls wanderer “ren”

genre | angst, thriller/action

word count | 2.6k

pairing | wanderer/scaramouche x reader

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Warmth. Comfort. It blankets you like a sweet dream, paralyzing you under its marvelous web of desire. The clouds descend on you like a thick fog, enshrouding you in a safe haven of your own making. You happily entangle myself in its grasp, until a cool drop hits your nose. Then another and another.

“Get up,” a deep baritone voice cuts through your delightful subconscious, causing you to groan and rub your eyes. He scoffs, “It’s about to rain.”

You recoil from the brightness of the sky, even as it is dull and darkened by a sheet of storm gray clouds. His eyes linger on you as you sat up slowly. Your eyes barely begin to adjust to your surroundings—a dead campfire, two sleeping bags, and rolling meadows empty and dampened by the looming storm—your companion snaps his fingers.

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” you grumble, hurriedly packing your things into the adventure bag. “Good morning to you too.”

You can hear the gentle jingle of the ornaments on the ribbons of his hat as he shakes his head in disapproval. “You should know by now I’m not going to wake you with eggs and bacon and a forehead kiss or whatever you humans do.”

“I would pay good money to see that.” You chuckle, flashing a smirk his way. It was never too early in the morning to pester your traveling companion, especially when he makes it so tantalizingly easy.

“You would,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as if expected such a sarcastic response from you.

Your companion is a man of many names, a well-traveled individual who has roamed Teyvat for hundreds of years. Though now he typically introduces himself as the Wanderer to others, to you he is simply Ren.

When he first met you through the Vahumana darshan of the Akademiya, you were told he was the Hat Guy. You vividly remember him tilting his head up at you, the intricate baby blue embroidery of a lotus catching your eye on the underside of his hat. He was definitely a foreigner, and you knew he had a reputation for being both elusive and sardonic.

Before he could even introduce himself properly, you had let ‘Ren’ slip from your lips, noting the symbolic patterns on his clothing. The eccentric raised an amused eyebrow at you. He was impressed you were vaguely familiar with his native tongue, and somehow the name stuck.

It was a condition of mutual tolerance. At least, that’s what he told you. However, once you both warmed up to each other over time after working on a few departmental projects, the layers quickly unfurled and the rest is history.

He convinced you to join him on a sabbatical of sorts through a few nations for a comprehensive study, which is exactly how you ended up here. Though he often blames it on his mentor, a little girl you’ve met only once with soft white hair and brilliant green eyes. You gave him an incredulous look when Ren had explained his relation to her, and the Dendro Archon simply smiled knowingly at you as she sent you both off.

Admittedly, the trip has been less academic than anticipated. Every time you remind him of the work at hand, he immediately shuts you down. Ren is your senior after all, so you keep your lips sealed.

“(Y/N),” the firm edge to his words catches your attention amid your scattered thoughts.

“Did you say something?” you mindlessly reply. A moment passes before your eyes flick to his and you realize he’s giving you a deadpan expression.

“If I had known you were going to be this absentminded the whole trip, I would have left you in Sumeru,” Ren sighs. You stop in your tracks, knitting your eyebrows together in shame and looking anywhere but at him.

Your wrist is snatched without hesitation, launching you directly into his chest. “Hey!” you yelp, desperately reaching out to his shoulders to hopefully catch your balance at the last second.

The wind picks up, rustling through the foliage ominously. Impatience flickers within Ren’s violet irises at the sudden flash of lightning and is echoed by the roll of thunder that followed.

“You have a habit of just grabbing me whenever you feel like it, you know that? What the hell did I do?”

Ren clicks his tongue. “You certainly have had no problem letting any other man touch you during this excursion.”

Your cheeks flare a bright warm hue in complete disbelief at the audacity of his claim. Yanking your wrist from his hand, you ball your fists at your sides. “Excuse me?”

Ren opens his mouth, more than ready to lash out at you as if it’s a grudge he’s been harboring for awhile. He catches himself, narrowing his gaze. Your insolence surely knows no bounds.

“Don’t feign ignorance,” he retorts, the ribbons of his hat swirling ominously behind him in the wind of the incoming storm. You could tell he was on the verge of snapping. “Must you always be so preoccupied with trivial insects?”

You scoff at him indignantly. “What have you been doing since we left Sumeru, huh? Not the assignment we were given! You have no right to judge me, and what do you even care?”

The accents of Ren’s dark and sheer bodysuit begin to glow with Anemo energy. The wind picks up, and you have a feeling it’s not from the storm overhead. He was practically glaring daggers at you, taking you by the wrist and walking away furiously.

Stumbling forward and nearly tripping repeatedly, you struggle to keep up with his quickening pace deeper into the wetlands. Your surroundings dulled from the thickening of the clouds above, now swirling dangerously. You wouldn’t have been able to make out anything in front of you if it weren’t for the luminescent rings of Anemo on his wrists.

“W-where are we going?” you cry out, but the breeze threatens to drown out your voice as it rips through the trees. “Shit, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Brace yourself,” he growls and without warning, he scoops you right off of your feet. Ren’s hat dissipated into a gorgeous blue lotus on his back, framing his face like a ethereal angel. But his words were anything but heavenly.

Fwooom!

In an instant, Ren darted through the maze of trees like it was nothing. His electric irises pulsed a soft royal purple, as if he could see the obstacles ahead ten seconds in advance and violently weaved through the forest with you helplessly in his embrace.

You felt your mouth open to scream, but by the time you realized what was happening, you weren’t sure if you had screamed at all. “R-Ren! S-stop! You’re going to kill us!”

His gaze ahead didn’t falter once, focusing ahead like some sort of wild predator. You notice his voice is deeper and more agitated, yet it did retain his signature sarcasm. “What? Don’t you trust me? I wouldn’t think you’d travel across the entirety of Teyvat with someone you don’t trust in the first place.”

“Please!” You desperately climb on him, wrapping your arms around his neck like your life depended on it. Knowing him, it very well might. “Put me down! This is insane!”

Ren grunts in amusement. “I like you better when you beg, (Y/N). Do it again.”

Suddenly, he grips you tightly, coming to an abrupt halt. The wind is no longer deafening your ears; rather, it is the thousands of gallons of water rushing over the cliff face into oblivion below. You peer over his shoulder and shriek at how high you are suspended over certain death.

He can feel how rapid your little human heartbeat is pounding against his hollow chest and smirks mischievously. “It would be a shame if I lost my grip on you. The mist is quite slippery.”

“D-don’t you dare, Ren!” You yell, though it is more out of primal fear than a place of power. He’s right though, the pads of your fingers are losing their grasp on his skin.

“You think you can bark orders at me when you so clearly have no idea what you do to me?” He growls, looking down at you with disdain. “…How dare you.”

Just when you felt like you couldn’t breath any faster like a frightened rabbit, the air was ripped from your lungs as the puppet let you fall through his arms. Tears are swept from your eyes in the wind, lost in the suffocating mist of the waterfall. The last thing you see is the expression of pity etched on his beautiful face.

Swooosh!

Ren handles the gravity of your fall with surprising grace, catching you inches above the lake’s surface. The utter magnitude of the maneuver sent shockwaves across the water, continuing to move at intense speeds hovering just above the water as he traverses it.

Imploring you once more, his voice is sharp and dangerous, threatening you to disobey. “You know what I am. What I am designed for. What I am capable of.”

You feel yourself becoming dizzy as Ren shoots up vertically out of nowhere, swirling erratically and ensnaring you both in a raging water spout. He notices your hold on him weakening, his temper throttled by the sight of your eyes beginning to roll in the back of your head.

“Hey,” he commands your attention, but consciousness is eluding you. The gust softens into a warm breeze through your hair, attempting to rustle you awake. “I’m not done with you. I didn’t say you could pass out.”

A groan rumbles in your throat and you lazily raise your head to face him. Frankly, you wish you could strangle him for toying with you like this, but you’re at his mercy. You need him, there’s no denying it. “P-please… down…”

“Not before you answer me,” Ren’s tone is still firm, but nevertheless has an edge to that betrays the vulnerability he feels right now. “Why do you flock to others? What is the point in even… keeping me around?”

The question clicks vividly in your mind, like the forbidden key to Pandora’s box.

You distinctly remember the day the Wanderer let his guard down, using the innate power of his divine gaze to show you his story just like he did for Haypasia.

You had seen how he fumbled through human existence as a lowly puppet by the name of Kabukimono, learning the meaning of camaraderie but also the fickle, cruel nature of humanity. The puppet’s innocence had been stripped of him and without a heart, the feelings of betrayal and vengeance festered in the void of his chest like wildfire.

You had watched with sorrow as Kunikuzushi had turned his back on the world, smiting the blade smithing arts as revenge for the loss of those he held dear.

You felt every ounce of pain he did after he was taken in by the Fatui as Scaramouche, the Balladeer—experimented and corrupted in the depths of the Abyss.

You witnessed his ascension to godhood and his downfall. It plays through your head like a horrific flashback, how he desperately sought to erase his existence. He had shared every sickening thought and every visceral emotion. Every damned bit of it.

The weight of the realization is soul-crushing for him. He works tirelessly to maintain this stoic façade, fortifying his walls with endless insults and distancing himself constantly so he doesn’t have to face you.

In a twisted sense, he takes pride in knowing you’ve seen the darkest parts of his past. It serves as a clear warning to never betray him. Ren can destroy anyone and anything that has the gall to keep him from you. That’s not a threat, but a promise he gave you from the very beginning.

You were just too foolish to read between the lines.

Yet, Ren, the puppet, the Wanderer, is starved for the sublime satisfaction in preoccupying every ounce of your sacred attention. But he is chained by his egotism, for he should never need to stoop so low as begging for you.

The sound of his displeasure thrusts you back into reality, your heart fluttering like that of a hummingbird’s wing. You still haven’t answered him.

“I won’t hesitate to crush the next idiot who thinks they have any right to you,” Ren grits through his teeth, his words stinging you venomously. His grip tightens on you, the possessiveness practically striking through his fingertips like an electric current.

After taking a deep, measured breath, he decides to descend to the ground, carefully setting you on your feet. Immediately, you stumble forward and grab the bark of a nearby tree. The feeling of the grass beneath your feet is foreign after speeding through the air, giving you a sort of whiplash.

Once your eyes and bearings adjust, you see the cloth of his black belt fall to the floor. It’s starting to sprinkle and thunder bellows. The purple mauve of Ren’s disheveled hair darkens under the rain, sticking to his pale cheeks.

“W-what the hell are you doing?” you stutter out nervously, your lungs trying to recover from the acrobatics he performed with you.

“Shut it,” he demands. “Look.”

He reaches to unzip his bodysuit, making quick work of it, and shrugs off the white robe. The cloth falls over his hips, as does the top half of his bodysuit, revealing his toned chest. Ren approaches you intently, rain droplets beading down his muscles. You simply can’t help it as your eyes drink in his sculpted figure, memorizing every riveting contour.

Your eyes settle on a certain imperfection. It stretches up to his defined collarbone and all the way down to his upper abdomen. On his left, there resides an indistinguishable pattern of shattered lines racing in every which direction outward.

Cracks.

The cracks of a desolate cavity where a human heart would be, where a Gnosis should be, but instead is bathed in oblivion.

“Look at me, (Y/N),” Ren repeats, although this time with desperation. Your heart wrenches. You are compelled to reach out to his shoulder, but you find yourself distressed with how fragile he may truly be. He looks as if he is terrified of losing you.

“I have no heart. I have no soul. I have no human flesh,” he continues, his hair hiding his eyes. He digs his nails into the skin of his wretched imperfection. “The price for my sins… shouldn’t afford me an impossibility like you. Someone who eases my existence.”

“Ren,” you interject, finally putting your foot down amid all this nonsense. You don’t care that he’s a puppet. You don’t care that he committed atrocities. To hell with it. Let the rain pour, let it soak and wash away the filth of it all. “Why would it be impossible for you to deserve kindness?”

Your words hang in the air. His glistening periwinkle eyes peer at you through the damp strands of his bangs as he raised his head, evidently taken aback by your response.

For some reason, a faint smile curls up on the corner of your lips. You slip your fingers over his, clutching them over his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The puppet lets out a dry chuckle, leaning in closer to you. There’s this indescribable, profound relief on his face in the way his eyebrows scrunch together. It’s almost as if he’s in both disbelief and deep reverence of you.

“You have no idea how many centuries I’ve waited for you,” the Wanderer whispers, trailing his thumb down your jaw before finally capturing your lips with his own.

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autistpride · 4 months

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If wolfstar was a t4t couple...

Sirius the amazing king that he is, is a glorious man who rocks his long curls, dark eyeliner, slutty waist, and emo/grunge style.

But Remus...

Well she's just a mousy frizzy haired girl who wears oversized jumpers and oxfords.

The little goblin cottage core girl who is hopeless at anything resembling fashion. Most times people are just surprised to see her in matching socks.

She likes to read and embroider and crochet

She and Regulus have dreams of owning a bookshop that's covered in their ongoing profanity embroidery battle

She eats an absolutely insane amount of chocolate and during flare ups she has to be forced into bed by her loved ones because she refuses to rest

She struggles with interoception and more times than not can't remember to feed herself or use the toilet. She will infodump about her current hyperfixations or her special interest all day and then feel guilty and apologize for talking to much.

She mothers any thing. Friends, pets, plants, her students, and even her plushies. "Yes that froggy plushie needs a blanket it's cold okay?!"

And she secretly likes to send nudes and smut she's written to her husband Sirius while he's at work.... Because she can.

#mauraders #wolfstar #remus x sirius #autistic remus #remus lupin kinnie #t4t wolfstar #mauraders fandom #trans sirius black #trans remus lupin

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abstract-crossverse · 7 months

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can you do a halt x reader x rush (from doors)

*cracks knuckles* a two in one I see. Back to work for me!

Designs for these may take a while, Rush will be quick since yall have seen my design for him multiple times, just not in full color. Halt however is what Im most certain I'll have a time with, so many concepts for them, dress, cape, hood, I cant choose!

This is going to be extra long I know it

Btw, I'll be using they/them for Halt, Theyre both king and queen, best of both things ;] /ref

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Halt x Reader x Rush [headcanons/fic, fluff]

-> alr so honestly, the two are a very balanced duo if you put in theory, but in practice its a 50/50 if it works

-> hype energy bf and calm/no energy partner, pick your poison *you take both*

-> let's get on with how you meet before I forget my ideas

-> you met Rush first, of course you did, he's the first dude you meet unless your unlucky enough to meet Screech or Ambush before Rush can get the first sweep of the place *shudders at Ambush on door 2*

-> you're either really scared of him or thinks he's a mild inconvenience at best, though you'd rather have him charging at you than Ambush any day

-> you once lost the company of another Player to him, left you shook... In fact, that you you got that "Betrayal" badge thats hooked to your keychain.. you dont know how they get there, you didnt even have anything hooked to you when you woke up here, it was just a metal loop attached to your pocket, you're thankful theyre made of felt and embroidery, otherwise Figure would always know where you stood

-> you could kinda consider yourself a veteran here, you've been here before the Hotel got a rework, which threw you off significantly, when you saw the little note on the Lobby letting you and other Player's know of the update you didnt think they changed much

-> though you were surprised when they even had new entities around, took you a moment to get used to the new changes... Rush even more so, you'd often see him faceplant into walls sometimes or accidently knock over things as he ran because he wasnt used to the new changes either

-> it was often endearing to watch from the closet, sometimes he'd even stop for a moment, trying to figure out how to run through a room , thankfully he would be gone before Hide got mad mad at you

-> but comes the day both yours and his luck runs out

-> you saw the lights flicker and speed walked your way to a closet, you waited until you heard him screaming and breaking lights before walking into the closet

-> he got half way through the room before a bookshelf suddenly fell on top of him. You heard the screaming stop, replaced by a loud yell and profanities that made you double take, where you hearing this right?... Could Rush speak? You usually didnt come across other Players on the whim and you were traversing the hotel again alone

-> the voice you heard was glitchy, deep and loud, but hoarse and scratchy at the same time, he is always screaming after all, but how he can still be loud as he is puzzles you, you can even hear a boston accent in his voice

-> you snapped back from your thoughts as you say the bold black and red letters "GET OUT" flashy before your eyes, but you were too late to get your body to move, Hide pushed you out and you fell with a rough thump, the wooden floor wasnt too pleasant to fall on. The carped falling just short enough it wouldn't cushion your fall, you groaned in pain

-> Rush stared at you from his spot, falling silent as you regained your ground, he honestly didnt think there was anyone in the closet- he never does, thats the whole purpose of hiding. Honestly he thought you were quite good looking but nevermind that! He's fuckin' STUCK and he feels HUMILIATED dont look his way please dont witness him please ple- aw fuck you're looking at him, just lovely...

You stared down the bigger entity stuck under the book shelf and it's books, trying to understand why he had arms... Pretty strong looking ones too, hands dressed in black gloves. You blinked once, twice, you were clearly confused out of your mind, you came back to reality when you hear a deep groan coming from the entity

"ya got a starin' problem, pipsqueak?? Ya gonna help or what?" He scoffed, you double take'd, did he just call you pipsqueak??

"the fuck did you just call me?" You weren't mad, the situation was just really... Surreal? This place is surreal, thats not the word... Just, strange in general, you never thought you'd get to talk at all with these entities, specially like this

Rush deadpanned "pipsqueak, I called you pipsqueak, ya deaf or somethin'?" You stammered "n- no!- I just- I'm really taken a back right now is all-" you waved your hands as you denied, you slowly walked up to him after a moment of hesitation

"do you... Want- help?" You offered, he looked so offended "n- no! Im completely fine, I can get out by myself thank you very much!" He struggled to pull himself out, that shelf was really heavy what the hell ".... You don't- look fine." You added, a small grin starting to form on your face as you watched the entity barely move from where he was

He sighed dramatically, glaring at you with empty eye sockets "YOU don't look fine." "I'm not, I've been stuck here for months, maybe it's already been a year, I can't tell. Of course I'm not fine." He looked surprised, that was the most painfully honest answer he's heard about your situation, others would either say they're completely fine or just- not engage anymore

He stared at you for an... Uncomfortably long time before you approached him, analyzing the bookshelf over him in search of a way to get him out without having to try and shove it, if even this... Large.... Entity, couldn't raise it himself, what's to think you could? But you're not leaving him there to possibly have him holding grudges against you because you left him there. Rush was still staring at you, waiting for what you would do next

You hummed, placing your hands on your hips as you thought for a moment, "alright, listen, I'll need you to cooperate if you wanna get out of there, 'kay? I'm gonna try to push the shelf up so you'll have less weight on you and you try to pull yourself out." You explained as he nodded, you placed your hands on the edge of the shelf, counting down from three before you used all your strength to push it up even if just a bit

Rush pulled himself out with a bit of struggle, but at least he was out, you dropped the shelf as soon as he took his distance from you and the shelf, it fell with a harsh thump, shaking the ground under you enough you lost your ballance. You yelped and braced for impact with the ground, shutting your eyes, but instead you felt two large hands holding you by your back, they felt... Fuzzy.. like what you'd think static feels like but also not at the same time, warm, it was also warm

You opened your eyes, trailing them up to the entity holding you, you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours, before he spoke

"... You are SO tiny, holy shit-" Rush spoke with a laugh slipping through his words, you deadpanned "nah I'm not tiny, you're just fucking huge." You stated, you stared at each other for a bit longer, you taking in the fact the entity that seemed like a giant furball with a smiley face now had one hunk of a body to match, while Rush analysed you curiously, your clothes, your hair, your eyes, little visual details you have about yourself that people wouldnt exactly see if they didnt pay attention.

He had quite the toned figure it seemed, he styled a grey-ish purple button-down with its sleeves rolled up above his elbows and black tie, a dark grey vest with thin, light grey stripes going down the vest and dress pants in the same style- wait when did he get legs- he had a shadowy ghost tail just now- oh fuck it he's an entity beyond your comprehension, of course he can probably shapeshift. Looking back at his face you noted all the little withers and cracks on his face, you wandered if it was always like that or if he go through something to get like that, the shadowy, fluffy looking mass that you normally saw engulfed his entire body seemed to work like hair- or the rest of his head since his face did remind you of a mask of sorts... He had a grin on his face as he looked at you, his eye sockets seemed to distort and move as if they were eyelids, one of the eye sockets seemed to be half-lidded now as the other stayed open, you think he just lifted a brow at you

"take a picture, good-lookin', it'll last longer." His grin widened as you widened your eyes, growing embarrassed as you finally realized you were staring too long, not like he blamed you though, he'd be staring too if he were in your shoes. He chuckled at the red overtaking your cheeks, you looked aside with a small click of your tongue, you both feel silent as it dawned on you that he could just kill you right now, he had you in his hands

"... Are you going to kill me?" You asked in a mutter, his grin fell for a second, he looked at the door ahead of you both before looking back "I kinda owe ya for helpin' me, e~ven though I could've gotten out on my own!" He grinned as you deadpanned, he's that prideful huh, "so let's settle that right now, I let ya live and won't bother ya for... Say... The next 10 rooms?" You thought for a second, a hand on your face, completely forgetting he was still holding you as if in mid dip

".. 20 rooms." You argued "15.", "18, take it or leave it." You grinned, thinking you had the upper hand, but what made you think you could argue like that with a creature that can kill you right now? "15 and final, or would you rather give that up for your life?" He argued with a shit-eating grin on his face, you glared at him, you hated that he was right, you can't just throw away a chance like that, "fine. Deal." You extended a hand for him to shake, you felt one of his hands leave your back and took your hand in his, almost enveloping your entire hand as you shook hands

He pulled you back on your feet and you immediately stepped away from him, putting a decent distance between you, that made him laugh. "Still scared of me, Pipsqueak? I don't bite!... Not for now at least~" he sang, his body envoloped in shadows again as he dashed down the halls again in a matter of seconds, screaming again. You winced, having forgotten how loud he is for a moment, the sudden wind made by him messed up your clothes a bit.

Sighing, you corrected you clothes and walked along the next rooms, which for your "joy", were all dark rooms.... Fuck.

-> after that Rush kinda... seemed to linger in the room a few times when he decided to run by, which was annoying if Hide was especially mad at you. It confused you as well, was he looking for something?

-> But for now lets divert our attention to the blue specter youve just had the luck to get yoinked by- like you know how they basically kinda pull you into their corridor and you have to do the back and forth to get out? thats what I mean

-> Halt heard of you from Rush, the couple of times they actually talked at least, Halt is very reserved and it's not often they talk with the more... loud entities, Rush, Figure, Ambush. They don't talk with them a lot due to their liking to silence better, other entities like Seek, Hide, Eyes know them better as they're more quite.

-> However, Halt and Rush bump into each other from time to time and make small talk until Halt decided thats enough socializing for the hour. Rush told them about them a when they bumped into each other again, saying how a "cute lil' player helped him when he got himself stuck under a heavy ass bookshelf", it made Halt curious, especially when Rush would mention you didn't seem all that scared of him

-> Of course he got a description from the bigger entity and soon when on his search, he was far too curious of this... player who put their own 'run' at risk by helping one of them, so for the past month Halt pulled people into their hall more often than not, but not having the luck of finding you until about a month later

-> And to their luck, you were the backwards walk kind of player when they appeared in front of you

-> They analyzed your appearance, and found you were a direct match from what Rush told them, so for once, they stopped their pattern, chasing after you until your back hit the locked door you entered through

-> You grew confused and a bit scared, this wasnt the usual pattern, you couldnt escape, what the hell!

-> You felt a shiver down your spine, the corridor suddenly felt so much colder than before. The ghostly figure loomed over you with their glowing blue eyes staring you down. Suddenly only their eyes filled your vision, similar to how they'd tell you to turn around before the hotel got it's renovation, making you flinch and blink hard

-> Next thing you knew, a tall, slender figure was in front of you, so all of the entities can have a humanoid body? Not the time to question that now, what the fuck is going on

-> The figure wore a long dark blue-ish cloak, it was slightly torn on the edges(probably because of time, you'd guess) and had a shiny 4 pointed, light blue star pendent keeping it together near the hood. The cloak obscured the rest of its body, and the gloominess of the room didn't help in the slightest, you could see it wore black boots though; It's face was covered by a veil like fabric, similar to how Halt looked earlier, it's bright blue eyes staring dead into your soul, it intimidated you, especially with how close it was

-> You tried to keep yourself from showing fear, though you struggled to do so, this situation was really weird, they cornered you right at the start of the hall and arent moving away, just staring you down

-> Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest with how it was beating, you really wanted to stop staring at them, avert your eyes and brace for the worse but something kept you from it, giving you only moments to glance away in discomfort, you heard a reverberated hum before it turned around

-> "Rush was right." They mumbled lowly, before walking away and disappearing into the floor, the aura in the room dimmed, meaning they werent there anymore as you finally let out a breath you didnt know you were holding. Seriously what the fuck was that??? Whatever, you can think about that later, right now just focus on running out of this claustrophobic ass hall

→ After that weird encounter you felt like Halt would always show up in almost every run you had, and more than once. Eventually you grew fed up, what was their deal? Did they need something?

→ So the next time he pulled you into their corridor, you stood your ground and asked what they wanted in an annoyed tone. Surprising to say it took Halt off guard that you decided to confront them instead of running away

→ So they stood in place, not getting closer nor teleporting behind you, and its whatever if they kill you now, this run was a very unlucky one regardless...

"Okay, what's your deal, man? What do you want, either Im going insane or you're tormenting me far more often than usual." You complained, crossing your arms as you glared at the veiled entity in front of you, they stood, unmoving aside the light floating of their clothes from the chilly wind that somehow flowed through the closed hall

You raised a brow as their eyes seemed to move ever so slightly, seeming to scan your face for anything, perhaps were they trying to feel even a twinge of fear from you? Even if they did it would be overly covered by annoyance and frustration, their hall is very annoying to get through

They lowered their head a bit to look at the ground momentarily as they thought about how to articulate an answer, soon enough, they came up with something to say

"you are... Interesting... You helped one of my comrades when he was in distress... You confuse me..." They spoke, their voice echoing through the hall, it was breathy and soft, and quite monotone too. Hearing them surprised you a bit

"... Could you elaborate?" Your expression softened from the sneer you held before, they looked aside a bit again before looking back at you, staring dead into your eyes as if they tried to get a look into your soul

"no humans help us, none of them ever have, if one of us ends up getting stuck they either mock, run away or just stare in confusion... But you, you were kind— or pitiful —enough to help Rush from under the heavy bookshelf... That confuses me..." He paused briefly, raising his hand to snap his clawed fingers, surprisingly they weren't as sharp as the ones Rush has "Rush could snap you in half faster than I can snap my fingers... Why did you decide to help him?"

You were stunned at their words for a moment, standing still as you mind processed what they said before you unsurely shrug as you shook you head lightly "cause and consequence I guess? I mean, I'd be mad if someone mocked me while I was stuck under a bookshelf too, and given how... Murderous... He is- I didn't want to get an extra painful death because he'd be in a bad mood afterwards..." You rambled, gripping your arms as you did

Halt listened intently, nodding as you finished talking, you heard a hum coming from them as they glided closer, at least you figured they glided as you only heard a wind whistle instead of footsteps, but when you looked back up they were inches from your face, you nearly jumped in a scare, letting you a choked yelp as you stepped back for some distance

"May you answer some more questions? Curiosity is eating at me, I promise to let you leave unharmed afterwards." They said, not moving from their spot in mid air, they didn't seem to like moving too much. You nodded after a moment of hesitation "but.. how can I really trust you?"

"Im an entity of word. Besides, are you really willing to let this opportunity to learn more about this place go? I know you humans are oh-so curious about this facility." They tilted their head at you, you took a moment before nodding, they were right after all, again, not everyday you get to talk to an entity like this.

And so you both sat down.

→ You two talked for a long while, last time you check the clock outside the hall it was at least 3pm. It sure felt like an eternity inside the hall, and eventually you both drifted from the initial questions to other topics, like how the other entities acted, or things you remember about your own life, and even some gossip that had you both giggling and laughing

→ Just don't tell anyone you got this info from Halt, if anyone asks, you know nothing ;]

→ After a while, Halt grew tired sounding and quiet, letting you do most of the talking until you caught onto the fact they were tired now. You suggested you wrap up the night, but said you really enjoyed talking with them

→ They seemed to hum happily as you got up from your spots, saying the same to you and leading you to the end of the corridor. You felt a cold hand on your shoulder before you left, a reminder of your new found friend as you shivered at the sudden warm air hitting you cold form, you grew used to Halts cold room to the point where the normal air from the hotel nearly felt like a punch to the face

→ And so that was your routine fron then on, watch from a closet as Rush lingered around the room whenever he came by, talk to Half for a couple of hours and then move on with your run

→ Eventually, Rush lingered a little bit too long, and Hide was especially impatient tonight so you can guess what happened. You got shoved out as Rush was still looking around the room

→ You yelled as you were shoved out, but before you hit the floor you felt those familiar hands grab your shirt and lift you up, and in a matter of seconds, you were face to face with the Static creature again. Your eyes widen as he glared at you with empty eyes and a grin before realizing it was you

-> "Pipsqueak! It's you! I've been lookin' for ya!" He said with a laugh, placing you down and patting your shoulder, you couldn't even process when his body shifted to it's humanoid form, just taking a moment to absorb the situation

-> But Rush kept talking. "I really wanted to meet with ya again, Halt said y'all met?" He questioned, tugging you along as he walked to the next room, as he knew the next room at least had a couch you two could sit at

-> You stammered as confirmation, almost tripping over your feet as you walked with him. He let go of you as you got to the couch and dropped himself on one side of it, it creaked under his weight as he crossed his legs, patting the spot next to him after you were left standing for a few moments more

-> You sat down awkwardly as the entity next to you occupied a lot of the couch, what being 8 feet tall does to a motherfucker, anyway. He didn't seem to mind how you were still processing what was going on, and still asked you a lot of things, which you reluctantly answered because... Did you really have a choice on the matter? Though you did notice he gave off a warmth as you sat close to him

-> After a while you did ease into the conversation, which seemed to please him. He joked and told you funny stories about things he's done, be it with other players or other entities. It made him laugh as he told you the stories, you laughed along, his laugh was quite the contagious one

-> Once he seemed to run out of stories to tell you, you spoke up. "Why.. are you telling me this? And why were you looking for me?"

-> "Huh?-" he looked down at you for a moment, before processing your questions properly "Oh! Well, Halt mentioned how they were talkin' to you so often and how you were so nice to talk to n' blah blah blah. So I wanted to hear it for myself, and they were right! You are real nice t' talk to."

-> You blinked "they talk about me?" Rush jerked his head aside "eeeh not really??.. just when I bump into them at least, I usually ask how yer doin' given I can never find ya 'round." He dismissed quickly, you almost saw a darker shade of grey on his withered face. You'll never know he lied a bit, Halt mentioned you've been chatting often, but they didn't really share much of how you behaved, he'd never admit it but he felt a little bit jealous that Halt got to talk to you more than he did, he met and saw you first! He wants to talk to you too!! Why do you think he's been searching for you?

-> "A~nyway... I did like talkin' to ya, even if I did most of the talkin', I get I can be a lil' too fast for people to catch up with." He scratched the back of his head, you couldn't help but giggle a tiny bit "it was nice to chat with you too, Rush."

-> He said you should talk more, and you said sure, as long as he doesn't kill you if he comes running in, that made he laugh as he agreed

-> So, new routine again, talk with Rush as you two walk through the rooms a bit and then talk with Halt for a few hours, wether you get to the final elevator didnt really matter as much anymore

-> Eventually you finally got the two in the same room, Halt finally decided to come out of his corridor for once because you wanted to show him a cool plant in the Greenhouse

-> And oh what a coincidence! It was a room Rush was running to! What a silly coincidence!! He totally didn't bribe Screech to spy on you both and Halt was getting a little too close nope not at all :]]]]

You shined your flashlight at the Peace Lily that was blooming in one of the pots

"It's so cool that it grew in these conditions!" You gushed at the flower, Halt hummed, "certainly, I haven't seen a flower grow in a long while..." Their voice echoed around the room "I used to love these... It's also quite ironic a Peace Lily is growing here of all places"

You chuckled "yep, peace is not something to happen here, at least not to often..-" you got cut off by the sound of a particularly strong gush of wind hitting against the window and making it shake in its hinges, it startled you for a moment as you shivered at the remnants of a breeze managed to slip through the small gaps in the frame

"hmm... Seems like the storm is picking up, that hasn't happened in a while..." They turned their attention to the window before looking down at you, it took them a moment to realize you were cold before they fumbled with the broche on their cloak, they couldn't feel any more cold than they already were so its a bit hard to tell change in temperature

"oh forgive me, I didn't know it was cold, here-" they enveloped you in their large coat before you could say anything, you expected it to be cold just like they are, but you were quickly proven wrong as warmth took over your body, the quick change in temperature made you hair stand

"o-oh!- th-thanks-" you stuttered, noticing that Halt wore a pearly white, ruffled shirt with a cyan vest over it and a black puffy ascot around their neck, it seemed like many of the entities sported the same style of clothing, suits or vests... Was it a dress code they went by?

"it is no problem-" this time, Halt was interrupted by the loud static noise of Rush zooming near, Halt stared at the door you came through and immediately pulled you behind them, for whatever reason, they knew you talked to Rush already, why did they pull you back?

As soon as Rush entered the room and saw Halt, he stopped and took his usual humanoid form

"Oh! Halt! Buddy there you are! You dont usually leave your hall what's got ya all the way over here?-" he questioned, though his tone sounded a bit fake, like he already knew why Halt was here

Halt took a moment before responding, mumbling a hello as they slightly lowered their head, why did they seem so... Apprehensive? Annoyed maybe? It's hard to read this guy. Rush finally saw you and made a gesture by opening his arms

"Pipsqueak! There you are! What'cha doin' here with Halt? Y'all doin' anythin' fun?" He pried, and finally noticed you had Halt's cloak "... And uh, why do ya have their cloak?" His tone sounded a bit more strained now, his usual casual grin seemed a bit more forced

"I-" you started, unsure of what to say before Halt cut you off "they were cold, so I lended them my cloak. I may be one of the coldest entities here but my cloak is quite the blanket." They stated, staring up at Rush

"oh really? Well if they're cold they could've come look for me! Some say I'm quite the heat pack, y'know?" The taller entity laughed, his voice booming around the room "Plus, ya know very well these rooms aren't the safest." His voice fell serious, though still with a playful undertone, you grew confused, the fuck was this interaction

Halt scoffed "I am aware, Rush. However, they wanted to show me this lovely flower, I couldn't say No to such an interesting offer." They gestured to the Lily near you both "It's been a while since I've seen an actual flower, after all, the other only living plant here is...." Halt gently moved your hand to shine your flashlight at the snare on the floor, waiting for its next victim to trap

Rush was silent for a couple moment after looking at the snare, he turned himself to the Lily again, humming in thought "Well... that is a pretty nice flower.... the hell has he been doin'?..." he mumbled, shaking his head as he turned back to the conversation

"Nevermind that! C'mon, Pipsqueak, let's get outta here before ya get yourself hurt. An' Halt uuh... ya-.. ya can go back to ya room, I guess, ya never stay out for long anyway..." Rush mumbled, walking around Halt and put a hand on your back, leading you with him to the previous door slowly to keep up with you. But for some reason, the room felt colder than before, you shivered in discomfort, Halt heard it.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Halt questioned, their voice sounding stronger and passive-aggressive "Do speak your mind, Rush, you were never one to hold you thoughts to yourself anyway." they tilted their head at Rush as the room grew colder with every word, you felt Rush start to tense as you looked back at the ghostly entity

"OOOOkay!-" Rush laughed, you could hear a hit of forcefulness on his voice as he turned to Halt, putting his hands on his hips as he cackled "THOSE are some fightin' words, Buddy. Ya REALLY wanna go down that path?" He looked down at Halt, still being taller than them by a foot

"You started it, but If The Boot Fits I don't mind an altercation." You shuddered at Halt's tone, and at the cold getting so much worse that the windows have started to frost, you could see a small confused looking face staring from the other side, Sally was here

You got between the two, pushing them apart was they were glaring at each other "ENOUGH you both! There's someone else here, and Halt- you're fr-freezing the room." you shivered as you looked up at Halt and motioned at the half frosted window, the two looked over at the window and Sally quickly hid away from view with a small, echo-y gasp

Halt looked away to take some deep breaths and calm down, as Rush walked over to the window to talk to Sally a bit, it sounded like a bit of a lecture but you didn't care to process what he was blabbing about, focusing more on Halt and gently patting their arm to help, they looked back at you

"My apologies for my behavior.... I did not- mean to grow so upset..." they gently put their hand over yours on their arm, you shook your head "it's okay, you don't have to apologize, I'd be mad too. Just because you like being by yourself doesn't mean they get to just dismiss you like that." Their eyes seemed to soften their glow as you spoke, they hummed "usually I don't mind, I enjoy being given the assurance that I can leave if I wish to, but... this was just insulting..."

You nodded, they turned to you after a moment of silence, this time now holding both your hands, which caught you a bit by surprise

"[Name]... I know this may not be an appropriate place for such a thing, but I can no longer keep this to myself. It has been a delight to interact with you when you come around, I treasure every second we spend together and you're simply just..... an amazing person to be around, you bring me a warmth I've never had or felt before.... I was... wondering if....." they seemed to struggle a bit, which was odd since they always spoke so flawlessly, though you didn't mind it one bit. If this monologue was going in the direction you think it is then interrupting isn't an option

"my apologies, words are hard at the moment-" they mumbled "ah.... if-... you'd like to... be my partner...?" their eyes shifted, looking nervous and worried for your reaction as their hands got colder against yours

You were stunned for a moment, blinking dumbfoundedly, attempting to stammer some reply out but to no avail

Then Rush put an arm around you

"HEYYYY WHAT YALL TALKIN' ABOUT OVER HERE??" He loudly questioned, pulling you closer to his side, Halt seemed to deadpan at him, huffing annoyedly "Rush, you are ruining our moment."

"Moment? What moment?" Rush feigned cluelessness, then pulled you away from Halt, talking about how you had to get out of the greenhouse because it wasnt safe, or something, you didnt really listen as you looked over his arm at Halt, they seemed to still be holding their hands in the same position they were when holding yours but slightly reaching outat you

You mouthed a sorry back at him as Rush got you out the door.

→ good lord I got carried away, anyway

→ after that Rush seemed to always find you before you even managed to get in a closet, well, not find you but run into the room before you could get in

-> Hide mightve had a hand in it but you dont know that, they just want Rush to stop bugging them about it

-> Rush would tackle you to the floor and pretend hewas gonna bite you, then he'd laugh a bit before pulling you back to your feet, much to your annoyance he keeps on teasing you about being a little flinchy around him

-> He cant blame you though! He's killed you before when you first got here and he's unpredictable

-> But now you get to be the listener in a conversation again so thats something, he talks non stop, excited to talk to you

-> He drags you around to find a comfy place to sit down and chat while he talks. He constantly moves, some times after sitting on the couch for too long he gets up and paces around while he talks, sometimes sits on the ground in front or next to you.

-> Though his topics are interesting to talk about sometimes you end up even falling asleep while he talks

-> Another thing is that ever since that day, he's taken so much of your time and energy you havent gotten to talk to Halt at all, until they came to you after you and Rush were done talking

-> you shuddered as that familiar cold embraced your form again, smiling a bit at the quiet in the hallway, taking a few steps away from the door as Halt showed up.

-> you greeted them, and though they didnt respond, you explained how Rush was talking to you so often, how draining it was by the end of your conversations. You looked tired, they could tell

-> they didnt say a word as they hovered to you and wrapped their arms around you along with their cloak, you were surprised but melted into their cold form, wrapping your own arms around them

-> they guided you to the usual spot you two would sit down at, without letting you go, you leaned your head against their shoulder with a sigh as they held you with an arm, holding one of your hands with the other

-> You were dozing off, closing your eyes as you curled up to their side, you felt them adjust their cloak around you again

-> You heard a whisper from them, sounded like something along the lines of "I love you"? You werent sure, you could've misheard it, the memories of that night at the greenhouse came back briefly, you hummed softly as you snuggled to them, gently squeezing their hand mumbling the same back to them as you fell asleep

-> Next time you saw Rush, he was actually not running this time, standing in the middle of one of the rooms with Halt, they seemed to be arguing about something. The room was cold

-> You shivered as you walked in, Halt noticed you first and greeted you with a nod before Rush greeted you by saying your name happily, you waved

-> Rush requested you put an end to their argument and choose for them, which one is better in terms of their work

-> And well, given theyre both the easiest to avoid, Rush is deadlier with his strenght and Speed but Halt is harmful for his confusing rules that makes Players have to turn around and walk back and forth until theyre out of the hall. Your answer was that theyre both the best in their own different ways

-> They seemed satified enough, Halt more than Rush, though Rush got another idea and smirked, asking you who you liked better

-> That confused and flustered you, you stammered, claiming not knowing what he meant. So he repeated in better detail, who you like better to hang out

-> Of course you said both are nice to hang out with in their own ways, but that didnt satisfy Rush, he just kept pushing even as Halt attempted to stop him from doing so

"So? I'm still waitin' for an answer!" Rush crossed his arms with a smirk on his face "Rush, that's enough, dont you think?" Halt questioned

"No! I want a definate answer from them. Who do you like best??" It got to the point you didnt know how to answer anymore, you gave them your true answer what else does he want?

"Why are does it matter so much? I gave you the only answer I have" you shrugged "Because we're in love with you and you gotta choose onna us, wasn't it obvious?" Rush stated calmly

The way he said it so calmly, as if it was obvious information gave you a hard whiplash, your face flushing red as Halt smacked the back of Rush's head harshly

"Way to blow it, Rush. They'll hate us now!" For once, Halt raised their voice, even if slightly, the two began to argue again "Naw they won't! Plus, you already confessed that day at the Greenhouse and they don't seem to hate you for it!"

You tuned them out as you thought about what he just said, you've been catching feeling for them for a while, the two were charming in their own ways, it would be hard to choose one of them, but guess what! You have Two Hands!

-> And thats what you told them, they were stunned for a moment, a deeper shade of grey floded Rush's cheeks while Halt seemed to glow brighter

-> they agreed to your offer, so you were now officially a polyamory couple

-> they did tell you the dangers of the entity the other players named Jack, and that he's not to know youre dating them

-> theyre both lovely and attentive to you, and incredible cuddlers too, Rush is very warm to cuddle with on colder nights and Halt is lovely to cuddle on hotter nights

-> Rush takes you on rides around the hotel sometimes on his back, and Halt shows you the quiet spots he hangs out on if he needs to detress

-> They still argue a bunch and youre usually the mediator, until the argument's with you-

-> They love you very much, they couldnt be happier every since you agreed to be theirs

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FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS, life got in the way and hyperfixations changed, but I really want to get back to writing and now that this is done, I can write other things in my inbox.

Never ask me to do duos again before Ive done their intro fics lmao /hj/lh

I did enjoy writing this though dw

#doors roblox #anon #roblox doors #rush doors #doors x reader #halt doors #doors halt #doors rush #rush x reader #halt x reader #fic/hc

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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having a robe and lingerie and sleepwear moment, here is what i think the genshin men would like on you:

(cw: not sfw, most of these link to pictures on irl models if you're uncomfortable with that, they're also for a more femme-presenting reader and as many as i could find are on plus models bc what is my blog for if not self-indulgence!!!)

as much as diluc loves you in his colours - and he does, for you're stunning in red - in the end, he falls over himself for you in soft pastels and whites with frills and lace and fluff and ruffles, that he can slowly prise his fingers beneath and admire the sight of you in. anything that might be read as 'bridal' has his heart beating too fast in his chest and his breath coming in hungry little pants.

alhaitham doesn't mind a little fanciness - a nice lace trim, for instance - but he's also logical and rational at heart, and if he has to fumble too often with too many complicated little fastenings, it is going to eat into the time he can spend doing what he really wants to do - which is, of course, make you feel so good that you cry out his name and kaveh gets a taste of his own medicines. he does love you in his colours, though - something about seeing you in that deep green he outfits himself in . . . it's hard to not want to run his hands all over you.

dottore likes restraints and leather and anything shiny; he loves harnesses and buckles and anything that reminds him that, at heart, you are a little mouse trapped by him (even if that entrapment is by choice). he appreciates an element of fetish; he wants you to remember that he's in charge. one of the most likely to have you in a corset and enjoy watching you learn to acclimatise; this particular set has buckles and fishnets, so . . . yes, that leaves him a happy man.

pantalone is a man of luxury. he wants his beloved in things made only of the finest - something elegant and lovely that makes him feel glad to come home to you and find you at the end of the bed with your lashes fluttering prettily. he likes classic colours and fabrics like silk and feathers; there is something of the classic hollywood in his preferences. and, naturally, he loves seeing you keep as much of it on as possible when he takes you.

ayato is yet another man who likes elegance; he thinks you ought to always have the proper underpinnings to any outfit you wear, and he gets great delight from both helping you dress and helping you undress, clipping stockings and artfully arranging things . . . and knowing that beneath the demure outfit you wear to the yashiro commission's latest elegant function, you're sinfully lovely. fine embroidery and lovely lace also greatly appeal to him; like on this lovely satin and roses piece.

childe likes anything he can rip off of you - and, unfortunately, he thinks his strength means he can indeed rip anything off of you. his favourite colour to see his beloved in is red; there's something of the 'red to a bull' in him, and when he sees it on you . . . oh, it's on. he likes things that are tight to your body and show off everything; he's not big on lace and frilly bits, he just wants to bite into you and take you for his own instead of playing around. there's something about a set like this - quarter cups, cut-outs - that has him going wild on how much flesh is on display.

venti likes something a little playful; he doesn't mind if you're wearing things hard to take off, that's half of the fun for him! he adores ruffles and floaty bits and pieces that he can toy with using the wind - and, naturally, he adores feathers. they feel so light and airy! so a set like this has him drooling onto the floor. there's so much potential there!

dainsleif, much like diluc, likes the reminder that you are a sweet lovely thing. the choice of pale colours and ribbons and lace do occasionally remind him that he feels like he is profaning something holy . . . but when you strip off your clothes and flutter your eyelashes and ask him to take you, please, it's not such a bad thing to be imagining. how could something sinful feel as good as you feel around him?

kaveh adores drama. he loves pieces with long trains, with feathers, with beautiful fabrics that drape over you lusciously so he can admire the way that it heightens your curve or sweeps elegantly across the floor. so it's entirely likely that he has a terribly sheer robe with mounds and mounds of feathery fluff (all the more likely because he knows it will shed feathers and that will drive alhaitham out of his mind - this pettiness is worth the fact that kaveh will be the one cleaning the feathers up) - but most of all, he likes your body and form underneath it. with nothing else on it at all.

after all; what inspires him most than your body in its purest and most natural form?

#nat.txt #most of these are femme in styling btw #not sfw #for the pictures #genshin impact posting

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forebodingprophet · 1 year

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Moirai || Clotho Interlude

@b-raypokemontime

It had been a week since Hikaze had reunited with his best friend from his previous life. He hadn’t expected Anastasios coming back the next day, but he’d started getting anxious wondering if he should be the one to seek him out. it’d only been for a couple hours, but he already missed horsing around with the other boy. Just when he was thinking about it, however, who else did he find in the town square that day but Celia and Anastasios. Hikaze couldn’t help the grin that came to his face as he ran over.

“Stasi!” he yelled. That definitely got the teen’s attention. Too bad all it earned him was a death glare.

“I still haven’t given you permission to call me that!” Anastasios spat as he trudged up to meet him. “I’m older than you, you know that right? At least show some modicum of respect.” There was no way Hikaze was doing that though, especially with the way the other boy was dressed. When they’d reunited, Anastasios had at least been wearing something relatively simple that, while in no means letting him pass for a commoner, still looked very casual. Today, however, oh today he was completely decked out in formalwear. Hikaze was actually surprised that he’d wear something that fancy to town. He was covered in decorative embroidery, gold jewelry, and even some light makeup. Anastasios looked like a noble child’s exotic doll, and it was kind of awkward to see. Not to mention, he looked even more like a girl than the first time they’d met.

“Oh come on, a life and death battle isn’t enough to earn the right to call you by your nickname?” Hikaze teased.

“I put up with Celia doing it because there’s no stopping her,” Anastasios sighed. “My parents eventually started doing it too, and I didn’t have the heart to make them stop either, but they’re the only people who call me that... mostly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anastasios didn’t reply, his response trailing off into a series of grumbles as he looked away.

Celia approached the two looking absolutely radiant. Hikaze wasn’t sure even Kazuya had even seen her smile this much.

“Hikaze! You’re coming over today!” she announced, pointing one of her childish fingers at him.

“What?” He looked to Anastasios for confirmation, but if anything, the boy only looked more annoyed than he was before. “Wait, why am I coming over? I thought you had to get permission.”

“Praise me, for I have gotten you permission far more quickly than it would take the average guest,” Celia said proudly. “There is an event at the estate today which you simply must be in attendance for.” Hikaze vaguely heard Anastasios mutter profanities under his breath, then something about tissues and a flood.

“Why would I need to attend though?”

“A surprise,” Celia replied. “You’ll know when you see it, if you truly are Kazuya.” Celia gave him one of her knowing smiles, the kind that made her look absolutely nothing like the childish form she’d taken. “Tell your family that you won’t need dinner tonight- that you’ve been invited to House Ofthalmós for an event and we’ll return you in due time.” A brief flash of panic ran through Hikaze. Given his family’s reaction the week prior, should he tell them the truth? But if he made up a lie and they found out, there would be no hiding it after. Anastasios seemed to catch on and started staring at him, no doubt picking his Ultrareality apart piece by piece. For the first time, he understood what Esaias meant when he said that his eyes freaked people out.

“Something wrong with that?” Anastasios asked. Anastasios’ golden eyes bored into him, and Kazuya reminded him not to lie.

“No. Nothing,” Hikaze replied. He couldn’t tell if Anastasios would be able to See that. Was it a lie? Hikaze wasn’t even sure himself. “Yeah, uhh... I’ll let them know that I’ll be out for a bit and not to make me anything. Give me twenty minutes or so.”

“Right...”

Hikaze didn’t see the look on Anastasios’ face when he turned to run back home. He just didn’t want the other boy to See him right now.

“Something’s wrong,” Anastasios pointed out once Hikaze was gone.

“Indeed. One needn’t have eyes to observe what just happened. Though he may be Kazuya, we should monitor him closely.” Anastasios stared quietly down at Celia. He had no doubt the immortal abomination was ecstatic to see another remnant of some of her happiest years, but that was it. She had never been nearly as attached to anyone else as she had been to Esaias. Balia was probably the only exception, but it spoke volumes that Celia had continued to remain around Esaias’ family rather than go to stay with her when the job no longer amused her. If Hikaze was a threat to House Ofhtalmós, she would eat him without a second thought. Anastasios would have to prevent that by any means possible. Even if he was a threat, Esaias would never let Kazuya die, and that meant that he couldn’t let Hikaze die either.

Hikaze returned closer to thirty minutes later with Itsu mounted on his shoulders and wearing that stupid smile again like nothing was wrong.

“Alright! Let’s go!” Hikaze cheered, heading for the town gate.

“You’re late,” Anastasios spat. Hikaze clapped him on the back, which almost earned him a punch.

“Aw come on, it’s just a few minutes, right?” It was definitely not just a few minutes. Hikaze looked okay, but his Ultrareality told Anastasios that he was desperate.

“Whatever. We need to get going. We’re running late,” Anastasios sighed and rolled his eyes. To anyone else, Hikaze looked fine, but Anastasios could still see that he was pushing himself. Still, he’d have bigger problems to worry about once they were at House Ofthalmós. It would be a good distraction for him.

“So, any reason you’re all dressed up today?” Hikaze asked, noting Anastasios’ clothes. “Did I need to dress up too?”

“There’ll be an esteemed guest for this event,” Anastasios sighed. “Normally, I wouldn’t even be allowed to leave the manor, let alone the estate, but Celia kicked up a fuss to my grandfather saying that I had to be the one to accompany her to get you, so, despite the fact that I had already been prepared to be the one to welcome our guest, I had to come to town in my ceremonial robes to come get you first. As for your clothes…” Hikaze almost missed a step over the smug grin Anastasios flashed him. “Your clothes have already been prepared. There’s no way the Ofthalmós could allow such an esteemed guest to be greeted in such cheap clothing.”

“Urk… Wait, am I going to have to get as dolled up as you?”

“No. I am the young patriarch. It’s my duty to accompany our guest throughout their stay,” Anastasios replied. “My state of dress confers my rank. You won’t need to go through this much, but you will need to be dressed and possibly have some makeup put on you.”

“This totally doesn’t suit you at all,” Hikaze teased. Anastaios definitely looked beautiful, but it was pretty hilarious to see someone so crass all dolled up like a well-behaved royal. Anastasios snorted at his comment.

“If I start a fight with you right now, even I won’t be able to survive the lecture I’ll receive, so behave yourself. For both our sakes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anastasios didn’t answer.

The two boys continued to chat idly until they reached the village gate, but, to Hikaze’s surprise, there wasn’t a horse-like Pokémon posted anywhere nearby. Instead, there was a person who strongly resembled Anastasios, but with dark brown hair and emerald eyes.

“I see you’re back safely, young master.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Anastasios spat. Hikaze pointed at the man and looked at Anastasios.

“One of my distant relatives.”

“A sixth cousin,” the man replied.

“A sixth?”

“Look, we have a large village’s worth of people at House Ofthalmós. The estate has been added to significantly since Esaias’ time to accommodate new additions. Not only do we have our own children and families, but House Ofthalmós still adopts any non-relatives born with The Eyes to See who’re born to the outside world. There are literally hundreds of us.”

“And young Anastasios here is set to be our next leader,” the man pointed out with an almost proud smile.

“I’m not doing it to be praised,” Anastasios huffed before motioning to the man. “Anyways, this is my relative, Théo. He does not have The Eyes to See, but he is, undoubtedly, an Ofthalmós.”

“Yeah, I mean, he doesn’t have the eyes or hair, but he looks just like you,” Hikaze replied. His facial features were a bit different, but he looked a lot like Esaias. “He at least looks like more of a boy than you,” Hikaze teased. Anastasios’ cautious judgement gave way to indignance.

“Just you wait until I’m allowed back in my casual clothes,” he growled. “I’ll tear you to pieces. Théo, teleport! We’re running late!” Anastasios stormed over and stood next to Théo, tapping his feet. Théo had to bring up an olive-brown hand to cover his growing smile.

“Yes, young master,” he replied, trying his absolute best not to laugh. Théo patted the Espurr in this arms, and suddenly all four of them (plus Itsu) found themselves in a completely new place. Wood-paneled walls spread out to form a small room decorated with tapestries from various cultures. In front of a door stood several other individuals, one of whom quickly came over to brush off Anastasios’ clothes.

“Get this one something reasonable to wear, and help him put it on,” Anastasios said, motioning to Hikaze. “I have a few other things to address before Lady Aria arrives, and we’re running short on time.”

“Who’s Lady Aria?” Hikaze whispered to Celia.

“Our esteemed guest of the day,” Celia replied. “Her Highness, Princess Aria of Ray Isle.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Hikaze muttered.

“You’ll know when you meet her,” Celia said knowingly. Hikaze balked, but before he could say anything more, he was being lead away.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” Anastasios stated, smoothing out the wrinkles in his sleeves.

“Well of course. I’m sure Balia will love it.”

“Least you can do is be the one carrying the mop,” Anastasios sighed and went to go take care of the rest of his part of the preparations (which was mostly just over-seeing at this point, making sure everything was cleaned and arranged properly for their guest.)

Roughly an hour later, the welcoming committee had been gathered, and Hikaze had been forced into a watered-down version of Anastasios’ robes, only where Anastasios’ were forest green, his were flaming red.

“So remind me again who this bigshot is and why they’re here? Celia was super unhelpful,” Hikaze said as they walked out to the estate’s gate.

Anastasios sighed in exasperation. “Lady Aria is a long-time friend of House Ofthalmós. While Celia can and will devour an entire army, it’s Lady Aria’s backing that intimidates most nations into not even bothering to try. She’s one of four rulers of an island nation that, while not as large as some others, still holds a great deal of power.”

“Okay, so she’s like a benefactor?”

“Something like that.” The fact was, Anastasios had decided to go along with Celia’s whim to not inform either of them that the other would be there. It was going to be a pain, but he would admit, he was looking forward to the spectacle.

The wrought-iron gates opened to reveal a moderate procession making their way towards them. At the front was a woman with seafoam-green hair surrounded by soldiers.

“Now presenting, Her Highness, Princess Aria of Ray,” came the annoncement.

“… Why does that sound famil-” Hikaze paused, blinking several times, before rubbing his eyes. “Hey,” he whispered to Anastasios, “is that???”

Anastasios nodded.

“How????”

Anastasios almost laughed at how confused his face looked. Almost. He was there as the Young Patriarch, he wasn’t allowed to do that. Not yet at least. “Something to ask her, I suppose.”

And before anyone could stop him, Hikaze had raised his arms to give her a big wave. “Long time no see, nee-sama!”

Several members of House Ofthalmós cringed. At least one tugged on Anastasios’ sleeve to get him to stop.

“Just leave it,” Anastasios stated, literally brushing them off. “Lady Aria is benevolent. She wouldn’t take issue with us over the insolence of a mere commoner.” If anything, Balia was probably about to have the second emotional breakdown in as many visits.

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can i request a zoya fic!! we need more zoya fic content out there!! and smutty plz!! im thinking zoya x fem!reader, where zoya hates everyone but the reader. maybe zoya and reader have always been close and protective of one another, but eventually zoya admits that her feelings are beyond platonic. then some fluffy smut ensues!

if you don’t wanna write that though, i honestly just wanna read anything for zoya!! thanks so much, you talented babe! :)

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Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky x f!Reader

A/N: I love me some good WLW Zoya fics!!! The smut is kinda short, so I apologize for that, but I still loved writing this. Feel free to send me more Zoya ideas, if you like! Also thank you for the compliment, love, I'm about to cry-

Summary: When the new supposed Sun Summoner starts going on Zoya's nerves, the reader decides that it's time to cheer her up. But what happens when cheeky flirting turns into something more?

Genre: Hurt, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut - not too graphic, but definitely there, mentions of a fight, shitty writing, profanities

The golden morning sunbeams lit up your face whilst you walked down the rocky path down to the river that was situated close by the Little Palace. The sun had just come up and, in all honesty, it was way too early for anyone to be there, but you knew that the person you were looking for wouldn't care for the concept of anything being too early.

You were determined to drag her to breakfast, even if she said she wasn't hungry, you knew that she was more than irritated, and you didn’t need her being that on an empty stomach. After getting into a fight with the supposed sun summoned the day prior, leading to her getting ridiculed by Botkin, she didn't show up to dinner, which worried you deeply. If she didn't eat something with the others, she probably did not eat at all. She was way too prideful to order something to be brought up to her chambers.

As if you could've foreseen it, Zoya sat next to a calmer section of the river, leaning against the branch of one of the well-kept lush trees.

That's where you always went to look first. And you were always right.

This had been one of your favourite spots since you were young children. She was one of the first people you met when starting your Grisha training, and the two of you immediately clicked. Nobody could've imagined that you would become such fast friends, but the squaller's ferocious temper seemed to compliment your calm and collected demeanour perfectly. Since then, you spent the majority of your time training, studying or just in general spending time together. You knew each other like the inside of your own pocket, so you were perfectly aware of when it was time to give her space and when you should maybe look into comforting her. On the other hand, Zoya knew exactly when she had to stand up for you or when it was time to let you handle conflicts on your own. That's what made you two such a great team.

That and totally not the constant underlying attraction buzzing between you.

"Z, it's way too early for you to be out here!" you called over, knowing that she was aware of your presence.

"You're out here too, so I suppose that it's not that early." she mocked light-heartedly, putting emphasis on the 'that'.

"Uhm, rude?" you said, dropping right in front of her, obstructing her view of the river.

"That's no news to you, is it?" she said, her tone rather depressed now.

"Zoya, I would never think badly of you. Yesterday was just… really unlucky. What does Botkin know anyway? That girl probably deserved it." you said, trying to lighten her already sour mood.

"You're always on my side, I don't think many people share your sentiment." she answered, closing her eyes to take in the warm summer breeze.

You analysed her carefully. Her dark brown hair was slightly dishevelled at the spots where it touched the rough surface of the tree. She wore her blue kefta, the silver embroidery signalling her Grisha type fitting her perfectly. If anyone else would've seen her like this, they would probably not believe it. She looked calm. As calm as she could be after what happened yesterday. You knew that she wouldn't be willing to show herself that vulnerable with someone that wasn't you, and the thought made your heart soar in your chest.

"Why are you here, Y/N. You didn't have to come looking for me." she inquired, opening one eye lazily to see what you were up to.

"What makes you think that I wasn't just outside to enjoy a peaceful morning stroll through the Palace grounds?" you joked, letting your upper body fall back into the grass next to Zoya.

She sighed, eyeing you slowly, seemingly taking every inch of your body intently. Her eyes stopped as she met yours again. In the blink of an eye, you saw her face upside down, hovering over yours, never breaking eye contact.

You felt your breath hitch, and heartbeat accelerate, as you just stared back into her luminous brown eyes. At moments like this, you were glad that she wasn’t a heartrender, because by now she must’ve already feared you dying of a heart attack. One of her hands tucked one strand of hair behind your ears, that had been partially blocking her view of your right eye.

Zoya opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get it past her lips, a voice called out for her from the general direction of the palace.

“Zoya! The General would like to speak to you.” Ivan’s voice boomed, sounding authoritative even from the distance.

Her expression changed to something between frustration and concern, but she still decided to get up on her feet slowly.

“Zoya? What does the General want from you?” you asked, secretly knowing the answer to that question.

“I doubt it’s anything necessarily good.” she huffed, giving you an apologetic look, “I’ll see you later, hopefully.”

And with that she was gone, leaving you lying alone on the slightly wet grass, now painfully aware of the moist feeling on your clothes.

You didn’t see her at breakfast. Or at dinner, and now a certain kind of worry bubbled up in your stomach. You tried your best not to listen to any of the rumours going around, telling you that she got exiled or hurt, but it got increasingly harder when even the people you would normally trust started saying it.

After you also didn’t catch sight of her in the evening, you decided to go check up on her. The corridors were strangely empty, but you didn’t think much about it, since most of the other Grisha were still sitting at dinner. You speed-walked through the empty corridors until you heard a sudden sound of voices coming from right around the corner.

“Oh, come on, Nazyalensky.” a rough voice cut through the air, “I thought you enjoyed being the Darkling’s little pet? Does he not enjoy you anymore?”

You recognized the voice as one of the male heartrender, that you knew Zoya loathed. Zoya loathed most people, but you feared that this encounter might end badly.

“Or was he just done using you?” a female voice purred spitefully.

Before you could step in, you heard an abrupt thud and both of them slithered across the polished floor.

You rounded the corner to stare at her form, breathing heavily, anger and exhaustion visible on her face. When her eyes locked with yours, her expression changed into one of embarrassment, as she tried to digest what just happened.

The two victims of Zoya’s wrath, stood up hastily, brushing themselves off, as they stared at her, mouths agape.

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I’ll make sure to accidentally break your necks the next time.” she threatened before you could grab one of her wrists to pull her back to her room.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you scolded, as you pushed her into her room, slamming the door, “I know that you hate these bitches, I do too, but that went just a bit too far. You know, what you can risk with that!”

But when you saw her eyes go glassy, you knew that something was wrong.

“Oh Zoya, what happened?” you asked, your previous anger replaced by concern, as you stepped closer to her.

She bit her lip, moving closer to you. Without any questions asked, you wrapped your arms around her tightly, just being there for her. Even though her sobbing caught you slightly off guard, you didn’t budge, unconsciously moving her towards the bed.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until her breathing steadied, and you felt her get more peaceful. One of your hands rubbed her back carefully, while the other pressed her closer to you.

You couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment creep back in, when she pulled back, wiping her tears away with the insides of her hand.

“The Darkling didn’t take lightly to me putting his little new plaything into place.” she chuckled bitterly, “He didn’t hurt me, but it wasn’t nice either.”

You just nodded, realizing that she probably wouldn’t appreciate you pressing the matter further.

“Can I do something for you, Z? Do you need anything?” you asked softly, caressing her arms comfortingly.

Her eyes pierced through you, and you, again, were at a complete loss for words at her beauty.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked suddenly, the words leaving you speechless.

“What?”

“I want to kiss you, Y/N. Can I?” she repeated herself, slower this time, as if she thought that you wouldn’t be able to process it at normal speed.

“Yes.” was the only word you could utter, before she leant forward, pressing her lips onto yours, softly at first, but progressively getting more passionate.

You had to pull away before, your mind lost all its abilities. She smiled at you smugly, cupping your face in her hands, stroking your cheeks with her thumbs.

“Saints…” you started, unable to form coherent sentences anymore.

“I love you.” she interjected, apparently her mind worked better than yours.

This time, you kissed her first, more urgently pressing against her. By now, her hands had already travelled down to your waist, pressing you down on the bed by her waist.

An intense burning rose up in your chest when you felt Zoya pinning you down on the bed. The way she looked at you suddenly held more worth to you than you could’ve imagined it, her gaze now filled with a deep sense of adoration and desire.

“Do you want this too?” she inquired before she moved down to kiss your neck, involuntarily causing you to let out a gasp.

“Yes, more than anything.” you huffed, your mind taken over by her. Only her.

You could feel her lips spanning over your skin, resting longer on certain spots to leave a teasing mark.

At this point, she was positioned on your lap, her lips meeting yours again. Your own hands were now on her waist, moving around aimlessly, as if you were looking for something to hold on to.

“Would you like me to help you out of this?” she offered, sitting up in your lap, eyeing the top and kefta you were wearing.

“Only if I can return the favour.” you proposed, self-satisfied by your answer.

Your kefta and shirt were the first thing to go, Zoya making sure to take them off neatly, only to toss them aside quickly. Her clothes followed right after, leaving you completely nude, after also removing the rest of the fabric covering you.

She pinned you back on the bed without any hesitation, leaning over you, looking absolutely flustered.

“What do you want?” she whispered lowly, placing a cheeky kiss on your cleavage, looking up at you.

“You.” you moaned softly, already putty in her hands.

Her body moved off of yours, immediately making you feel somewhat empty, missing her warm skin against yours. Instead, you felt her spread your legs slightly, placing kisses along your thighs up to the spot where she actually wanted to be.

Without any warning, her tongue started playing with your aroused clit, moving around sensually. You’ve had sex before, but never like this. Never with her.

You felt your hand mindlessly move into her hair, in order to have something to hold on to. She continued wordlessly, hitting all the right spots, seemingly without any effort. Her tongue swirled around your lips, making you moan even louder than before, not caring if anybody hears you now. Your breaths had got shorter and more uncontrolled since your mind was completely taken over by the feeling of her against you.

She didn’t stop her hold on you until she felt that you were close to reaching your edge, her pace only fastening, as she realized what was about to happen. Your grip on her hair tightened, ecstasy clouding any reasonable thought you might previously had.

“Saints Zoya, I’m-” you groaned heavily, feeling the burning sensation of the oncoming orgasm pulse through you.

With this sudden feeling roaming through you, you were reduced to a moaning, sweating mess, controlled by the powerful force that is called Zoya Nazyalensky.

“Well done baby.” she purred, her torso back on yours.

Helplessly, your lips found hers, connecting immediately into a sloppy but sensual kiss.

You grabbed her waist with newfound confidence, forcing both of you to sit back up, her propped up on your thighs.

She knew exactly where this was going, and instantly started grinding on your thigh, head thrown back in pleasure. Now it was your turn to leave deep love bites on her skin, your lips trailing down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples playfully. You could feel her wet folds clenching and releasing against your thighs.

In an instant, her arms wrapped around your neck, her lips so close to your ear so that you could hear every moaned curse or mention of your name as clear as ever. You would be lying if you would deny how much you loved seeing the all so stern Zoya senselessly riding your thigh, her body squirming under your touch.

She kissed you again, her pace intensifying as she pressed closer against you. You knew that she was close too, so you just held on to her waist to steady her. With a few more sloppy thrusts she reached her climax, sweat and pleasure evident on her face.

One last time, she pressed her lips against yours, trailing up to your ear.

“So, this is how it is?” she whispered, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“This is how it is.” you answered, less scared of the rising warmth building in your stomach.

#zoya nazyanelsky #zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky smut #grishaverse fanfic #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #smut #wlw smut

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smallgodseries · 2 years

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[image description: A smilin’ blue-eyed feller in a dark cowboy hat and a black shirt with white embroideries. Behind him, stacks of biscuits. In front, a banner naming his domain. Text reads, “120, Jeff, Small God of Biscuits.”]

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Words mean things. This is unquestionable, incontrovertible, uncontroversial. Words mean things, or what’s the point in having words? They may mean different things in different languages, but when people are speaking the same language, they should be able to comfortably assume they’re understanding one another. That the words they use, identical and clear, should mean the same things. And then comes Jeff. Jeff seems at first glance to be a more pleasant fellow than his British cousin. He has such a lovely smile, after all, and he’s always so generous with the puff pastry and the butter. Such a pleasant fellow. Not like that Geoff, of the frosty silences and the refusal to share if you put a word out of line, oh, heavens, no! Not a bit of that. This is Jeff we’re talking about here, and Jeff is a good all-American god, happy to enrich the table and the tummy… As long as you never mention desserts, never speak of scones. The phrase “dessert biscuit” is as anathema at Jeff’s table as the word “cookie” is at Geoff’s. How dare you profane the dance of buttermilk and flour, the sweet interplay of heat and moisture? These are not games for pastry chefs, not feasts for children! There should be no sweetness here, and indeed, there is no sweetness in Jeff’s heart. Unlike his cousin, who comes off cold and has a heart of chocolate chip, Jeff comes off warm and has a heart like a hockey puck once the first blush of heat fades, leaving him hardened beyond all reason. Together, they can both open and conclude the feast. Together, they provide a delicious balance, and a wholeness to be dearly aspired to. But apart, they are incomplete, two pieces of a broken god, and it will take more than whipped butter to bring them back together.

It will take an Easy Bake miracle.

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houserosaire · 9 months

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Prompt #6: Ring

The high clear tone of a bell sounded in the distance. The cathedral, Silvaineaux thought, ringing a midnight mass. He was bound neither to nor from anything so holy. He had left a bar sacred only in name, and now wended his way home back through layers of streets for the entirely profane purpose of sleep.

He tugged his heavy coat tighter around him against the chill bite of Ishgard’s frigid night, and gazed upward past the lights in search of the sky. It was far too cold to make for a pleasant walk, and he had perhaps had a bit too much to drink for that as well. Even so he could appreciate the quiet of the empty streets and the distant sound of bells.

He was some way toward the Pillars when he became aware of the man behind him. His gloved hand left the pocket he had tucked it into and edged just a little nearer the hilt of his sword. But he did not draw or turn or call out. It was late, the other man might have been making his own way home from a different tavern or some late night assignation. There was no real reason to assume any hostile intent.

Silvaineaux was neither so drunk nor so foolhardy as to entirely rule it out either.

And so he continued, eyes mostly ahead of him, but his ears pricked for any sudden movement behind him. He could hear no footsteps to accompany the crunch of his own boots over frosty stone. No sound save for what was likely the very echo of his own feet. The stranger must have gone, he thought, and looked back.

His strange companion remained, perhaps a few strides nearer than he had been before. Silvaineaux could still not make out the sound of his feet. He turned his eyes resolutely ahead once more, and continued unhurried on his way. Unease pricked at him, but he felt more clarity than anything like fear. The cold was fierce enough to have begun clearing his head already, but the presence of that shadow behind him made him feel almost sober.

He made his way forward, to the next circle of light beneath a gently burning lamp and then just a little past it. Then he turned again, but this time not completely around, instead he spun slowly where he stood as if he were admiring the architecture or simply looking for the proper house. And all the while he watched the man advance.

The stranger stopped there at the edge of the lamplight, closer than he had been yet. Silvaineaux took him in slowly. The embroidered coat with its fine details of climbing roses and its cut that looked like something from one of Honore’s books, and far too light for such a frigid night. The waistcoat beneath, glimpsed only clearly enough to offer him an impression of equally intricate embroidery. Fish, Silvaineaux thought, swimming in silver waves. The fine tall boots with their shining buckles that made not a single sound on the stone.

The man lifted his head and it was then Silvaineaux fully understood. For the light that fell past the brim of a hat onto the man’s fine features was not the light of the streetlamp beside him, but some other light, clear and silver as stars. The gold of the lamp touched him not at all, not even when he stepped into the circle of it.

Their eyes met for only a moment. The man reached up with one be-ringed hand to tip his fine feathered hat in silent greeting and then continued past.

Silvaineaux watched the ghost until he faded out of sight in the shadows ahead, wondering as he did where it was he could remember having seen a ruby ring just like that one.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Silvaineaux #ghosts #my writings

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auroragehenna · 8 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 1 Drugging, sick, poisoned

TW/CW: Signs of poisoning, family angst, angels, nobility ~ 658 words

Technically she got lucky by getting disowned.

Her target today wouldn’t know the poison. Couldn’t possibly know it. Harmonia shifted her weight to the other leg and the expensive fabric of her dress swayed with her. Unlike those shoes her dress was something that actually brought her joy. She casually looked around the party and let her gaze streak the big crystal clock on the wall. It was almost time. Harmonia swirled her thin glass and looked at the glimmering liquid. Ah fuck it. She thought and drank the remaining drink in one fluid motion.

“Wow, that’s not how you’re supposed to drink that. Then again, you never measured up in that department.”

Harmonia’s eyes narrowed at the voice and she turned around. There, in the same A-line dress style as her stood Selah.

“Always a delight to see you. Sister.”

Her younger sister crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Oh I’m sure it is. So, how are you occupying yourself now? Spouting profanities everywhere? Maybe also associating yourself with ash bathers?”

Harmonia scoffed and smiled at her sister mockingly. "You’re so narrow-minded. You can’t even think of something outside of our picture-perfect theatre.”, Her sister opened her mouth to answer but before she got the chance Harmonia continued, “And since I am, as you are aware, no longer a part of this family it is of no concern to you what I engage in.” Casually she handed her glass to a bypassing server. Selah had winced when Harmonia mentioned her exclusion. For anybody that didn’t know her for as long and well as she does it wouldn’t have been visible.

Selah stretched her wings and raised her chin. “Shouldn’t you address me differently by now, commoner?”

Harmonia chuckled sadly “Huh, no chance, kiddo.”

Her sister’s composed facial expression started to distort and quickly Harmonia stepped close to her. She acted as if she was inspecting an embroidery on her sister’s dress as she spoke with an urgent voice: “You’re slipping ‘Steorra’. I can’t and won’t save you anymore. Come on.”

Selah squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then her face relaxed and she looked at her disgraced sister full of scorn. -Harmonia stepped back again- “Save me? Oh please. I don’t need you to save me. I never did.”

Only Harmonia could see the wish in her eyes and the hurt in her words. But before she could say something more a yell tore through the air.

Hurriedly the two of them stepped to the marble railing that overlooked the room.

Harmonia set up her practiced face. She had to look noble-thus unfaced, but not too noble because she wasn’t supposed to be good at that. She had to look shocked but not too shocked after all it wasn’t a personal friend.

A noble man had collapsed to the floor, wings squeezed underneath him in a surely uncomfortable angle. His friends had crouched down and inspected him. The person with the best healing magic was singled out from the guests and they tried their best.

But Harmonia knew it wouldn’t work, she had made sure of that.

Sweat was covering the noble’s face and his body had gone incredibly pale. He was barely conscious, that is until he started yelling at things only he could see.

Harmonia checked out mentally. It would take a bit for the man to die, even with such a high dosage. And despite her job she didn’t particularly enjoy killing people. She was just good at it.

The man had now started to shiver massively and the sounds leaving his throat were incredibly raspy.

By the time another healer arrived it was already too late.

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The guests were all questioned and Harmonia effortlessly stuck to her story. After that they were allowed to leave the property. Harmonia got out way before her sister and forcing her gaze forward she left. Back to her current employer. Task successfully executed.

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red-the-ghost · 1 year

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Tim’s Jacket. A Masky/Tim X Reader Oneshot :)

(art not mine)

(my submissions are open)

Ticking from the clock across from you filled the room and repetitively broke the silence within your room with every tick. Today had been dreadful and all you wanted to do was sleep, something which your body was determined not to let you do. Surprisingly it was only 9pm and everyone else was pretty much awake. Every so often you could hear Jeff yelling profanities due to loosing whatever game he was playing in him room with Ben. You could hear muffled music coming from someone’s room but you couldn’t pinpoint whos it was. Annoyed, you pulled yourself up and wandered your room, pacing to and fro trying to push your body to the point of exhaustion so you could finally sleep. After a few minutes your eyes landed on Tims jacket draped over an old and unused wooden chair, drafted away to the corner of your room. He had let you borrow the jacket a few days ago to warm you up in one of your late night walks around the forest and you’d simply forgotten to give it him- it wasn’t entirely your fault. He’d been on a mission for the past few days and you hadn’t heard a word from him. Sometimes you’d worry about him- is he safe? Or other times you’d wonder how cold he was from missing his jacket. That thought always made you laugh, did he regret lending you his jacket? You chuckled, picking up the jacket and holding it out in front of you, you traced your fingers over the pale-ish material and ran your hand over its seems and embroidery. When you brought it close to you Tim immediately rushed into your senses. His scent danced its way into your nose, causing your breath to hitch at this attack you’d just endured. it was aas if he was stood infront of you, pressed against you, finally allowing you to be close to him. You filtered through the layers of his scent- the faint smell of cigarette smoke covered up by a husky aftershave, the sweetness of outside where he spent most of his time and the warming touch of how he generally smelt most days. You stood in your darkened room for at least five minutes, holding this jacket, trying to get closer to Tim. You weren’t together but the feelings were present on both ends. A part of you questioned if he was scared of commitment, or abandonment, or even just being in a relationship.

You clenched the jacket tighter as your growing need for him bubbled inside your mind. You hated when he was gone for long periods of time. As a tear brewed in your eye you brought a sleeve to your face and delicately brushed it away, soothingly, slowly, softly. You imagined Tim was comforting you, whispering sweet truths in your ear that everything was going to be okay. That he would keep you safe. That he loves you. Your mind wandered and you began imagining what other things he would do to comfort you: would he kiss you? if so where? would he kiss your lips- causing you to stop speaking about your worries. Would he kiss your neck and shoulders- causing you to relax your muscles and melt beneath his touch. How would he kiss you? soft? slow? fast? rough? would he bite you? or would he hold you close? if so how? would he have a hand in your hair, stroking you and running his fingers within your strands? would he keep his hands pressed against your back? keeping you pressed against him? or would his hands remain on your waist? A banging noise from outside startled you and pulled you back to reality, the noise faded before bens voice echoed down the corridor “FUCK OFF JEFF YOU FUCKING CHEATER.” Defeated, and un-entertained by Jeff and Bens gaming night, you sighed and forced yourself back to bed, bringing the jacket with you. You covered yourself with the safety of your sheets before placing the jacket to your right side and laid it out on the bed. Moments passed and you finally felt tired. You shuffled closer to the jacket and wrapped your arms around it, imagining you were hugging him. Tims sent and imaginary presence began to smooth you to sleep, your brain grew quieter and your body relaxed more, loosening the grip on his jacket.

You weren’t fully asleep, but your eyes were closed and with every minute that passed you slipped further into a state of comfort. You heard your door creak open and footsteps move within your room. Your eyes stayed shut. You didn’t care who it was you just wanted to sleep. A slight mutter escaped the person but your brain was too sleepy to understand. Within a moment you felt the jacket shift and pull from beneath you and subconsciously a whimper left your mouth. Your eyes were still hazed but you began fighting yourself, begging them to open, begging you to hit whoever just took your comfort away and also woke you up. But before your eyes had time to focus the familiar scent of the jacket creeped back to your nose and the mattress dipped slightly. Your eyes began opening, your vision was glazed and unclear but you recognised the red plaid shirt as the person laid beside you wrapped himself in your sheets before pulling you closer. Your voice was craggy and rough but you managed to force a “Tim?” To escape. A small and quiet laugh came from the man as he responded, reaching a hand into your hair and guiding your head to lay on his chest. “Im here, late, but here” you felt a smile make its presence on your face and your arms wrapped around him, grabbing whatever you could of him. His hand, although slightly cold, brushed its way through your hair, gently wrapping fingers around your strands, in a soothing motion which caused your muscles to relax and melt in his arms. His right hand continued to stoke your hair as his left hand kept you close to him, every now and then shifting up and down, as if coaxing you to sleep, as if he knew how much you needed so sleep and how much you were struggling to do so. You cooed out soft whispers and noises of enjoyment and he brought his head down to kiss you, your eyes were open now as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I fucking missed you dove” he began “and my jacket” he added laughing quietly causing you to smile. “I missed you too, surprisingly” you replied before looking up at him, your eyes meeting his, with what little light was present in the room from the slightly opened door and partially opened blinds you were just able to make out his face. his soft umber eyes and slightly red cheeks, you managed to glance at his hair, slightly messy, with odd strands fighting their way down his features. You brought a hand to his face and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over his sideburn and he nestled into your touch. “Surprisingly?” He questioned, his voice still quiet but more emotive this time. You pushed your face up to his and planted a small kiss on his lips.

It had been months of wanting to do it and in your tired and dazed state your mustered up the confidence. You pulled your head back after the peck before whispering a low “sorry.” Tim laughed, his laugh slightly louder but somehow softer. He brought his face back down to meet yours and kissed you again- less delicate this time, he kissed you like he’d been gone for years, craving your touch and in return you welcomed him home with your lips. With what little strength you had left you pushed a hand into his hair gripping and slightly tugging at his soft, brunette mess. in return he slid his left hand up your back and pulled you even closer. you were both extremely fatigued so your kiss lost energy and efficiancy after a few seconds. After your kiss ended, you dropped your head back onto his chest, brought your left leg up onto him and tightened your grip around him. You didn’t care that you were now full blown cuddling him but he didn’t seem to mind either, he returned your grip, welcoming you and bringing his head down on top of you. The warmth of the blankets and tim combined settled you into a state of ease and with him finally holding you you drifted to sleep, eager to wake up in his arms.

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