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empty-fantasies · 10 months

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Heartbeat

a short rambling of Lee who’s blushing cheeks always seems to betray him in his denial of the heart fluttering actions of commandment.

Characters Included: Lee

gn!reader/commandment, fluff, no plot just lee and his tendency to blush at the slightest of things

Lee swears it is a minor bug that causes his temperature to raise and to bloom into an embarrassing shade of red on his cheeks.

“It’s nothing,” he would always say, quickly looking away with a near permanent frown etched onto his lips. A common response that has become expected whenever a certain someone would point out the sight.

He has always been so quick to deny it all. He’s a construct—these emotions and ticklish sensations are just mere afterthoughts that his conscious and M.I.N.D. managed to cling on to. No, the red hue blooming across his cheeks isn’t what you believe it to be. No, he didn’t mutter that the little frustrated pout Commandment had was cute. No, he isn’t denying this because he simply can’t place his emotions into words. He is only a construct, nothing more and nothing less.

“You’re being ridiculous, Commandment,” he would always scold.

Lee, an all too serious individual who can’t believe that Commandment would claim such a ridiculous thing in the first place. Lee, who could feel his patience beginning to wear thin, would rather toss himself into the abyss than to admit that something was amiss all because he was blushing.

Lee’s metal hands immediately swat away Commandment’s hands when they make an attempt to pinch his cheeks, grumbling and muttering about how this is merely no big deal. Swiftly, he turns around, arms crossed over his chest and frown even more apparent compared to before, unyielding in his efforts to hide his face from Commandment who continues their onslaught of teasing. Yet, it appears that his dear commandment is also relentless in their pursuit in making him admit it. How did he get stuck with a commandment like this one is beyond his understanding, but that was not the biggest concern right now.

Catching him going red in the face? Unwilling to admit it? Never happened in the first place.

#punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven x reader #punishing gray raven lee #punishing gray raven commandment being a menace #pgr lee #pgr x reader

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mionie · 10 months

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"Lee, do you think I'll get to have a vacation?"

"Commandant still has pending paperwork on their desk." The calculative construct said, gazing into the ruins of the city. The air was dry and pungent of the smell of rust and corpses. Mosses growing on the surfaces of the abandoned buildings looked dull and gray from the dark clouds blanketing above them. The Commandant snickered at the straight reply of Lee before letting out a deep sigh and falling into a contemplative silence.

"Lee..."

"Commandant, please refrain from talking. We're on a mission."

The Commandant laughed with mirth, easing the guard of Lee, "Come on! Just humor me for a moment, okay?"

"... Fine."

"Lee."

"What is it, Commandant?"

"I'm worried about my pension..."

"Commandant, please stop talking now."

"I'm serious!" They giggled, "I am worried about it! I assumed it would be quite big, and I think they'll take some of it."

"I doubt it. You gave Babylonia your best services and are humanity's hope."

"... Haha, maybe."

The surroundings were peaceful again, with the wind carrying the sounds of mournful spirits and the anguish of the living. Lee's Inver Device rang, but he chose to ignore it, giving his undivided attention to his Commandant.

"Lee," Commandant called once more.

"Yes, Commandant."

"Let's go, they're calling us now."

"Understood." Lee stepped forward, walking into the Red Tide where the Commandant was.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr commandant #punishing gray raven commandant #pgr lee x reader #punishing gray raven lee #punishing gray raven lee x reader #angst #short

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grausstar · 5 months

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Oops

The commandant played ahead of the curve 😎

And again, this is a random fem! commander.

I can't wait for the release Lee on global 👀

P. S. Another joke about this, yep

#pgr #pgr lee #punishing gray raven #pgr lee hyperreal #pgr shkikan #pgr commandant #punishing gray raven lee #funny #战双帕弥什

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unhappy-last-resort · 1 month

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Yandere Lee drabble

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior

A/N: Was listening to this when an idea came to mind and I wanted to write it down.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did it feel so good? Seeing you constantly look over your shoulder and how you'd ask him if he'd seen anyone watching you lately.

Oh god, at first it was just entertaining, but now it was exciting, almost pleasurable watching your every move every day and you had no idea! He didn't think he'd ever feel like this again as a construct- no, wait, he's never felt this fucking good in his entire life!

Lee clamped a hand over his face to stop any involuntary whimpers from coming out. His face felt hot and his heart was pounding, ah if only he could somehow stop that from happening in case someone caught him like this, most especially you.

What would you say if you saw a construct, your construct like this? Probably kick him out, or at least that's what he would do if he saw himself like this. He should stop, he really should, he knows he should, but you look so cute when you're confused and scared! When you ask him to stay by your side and watch over you because you're too scared of being left alone? Oh his mechanical body sings with pride.

He loves how it feels to watch you, he loves how you squirm when you're alone, he loves how you ask for his help with that look on your face, he loves it! He loves it all and he can't stop himself anymore!

To hell if this isn't good or normal! You'll still love him, right? You'll still love your Lee no matter what, right?

#unhappy drabbles #yandere lee #yandere lee pgr #yandere pgr #yandere punishing gray raven #male yandere #yandere lee x reader #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #tw stalking #tw.stalking #yandere stalker #punishing gray raven imagines #punishing gray raven #punishing: gray raven #punishing gray raven lee

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fleetingskylark · 7 months

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/head in hands/

today I shall bring an um... nsfw A-Z headcanon of Lee HAGSJAGAJ I am going to be very self indulgent and yes this is my personal headcanon so you may agree or disagree orz

i'll put it under the cut below. stay away if you cannot handle nsfw orz

A–Aftercare

Lee wouldn't really give any aftercare besides asking you if the session was painful or not, or whether you find it enjoyable or nah. He will also pat you a lot. Other than that, he prolly won't do anything.

B–Body Part

He'll enjoy every part of you, but enjoys your neck, ears, and chest the most.

C–Cum

Since he's a construct, he can't really cum (unless Asimov installed some module similar to human reproductive systems) so if anything his length would just vibrate. As a human however, he'd just taste like sin /hj

D–Dirty Secret

He secretly enjoys going inside his own M.I.N.D. and imagine himself fucking you. May look like he's in a trance when doing it.

E–Experienced

He knows a thing or two before he became a Construct, but after that he just does his own 'research' to give you the best feeling. He's the awkward first-timer, but improves as time passes.

F–Favorite Position

He enjoys every position as long as he's with you, but loves missionary and standing up a lot.

G–Goofy

I–Intimacy

Lee is more serious when it comes to sessions with you. He focuses on pleasuring you and himself, though he may tease or taunt you with his words. Joking in bed isn't his forte.

H–Hair

Constructs don't typically have hair over there. But as a human, Lee would groom himself pretty well and keeps his hair short.

Lee makes sure that he feels amazing, and so does you. However, if he's in a domineering mood, he'd just use you like a personal cumdump.

J–Jack Off

As a Construct, he'd just do as mentioned on the 'Dirty Secret' section of this post. As a human, he'd lock himself in a room and masturbates when he craved for you.

K–Kink

Degradation, tying up, blindfolds, mirror sex. Personally, he'd enjoy seeing you being nothing but a common slut when you're alone with him in bed.

L–Location

He prefers doing it somewhere private, like his room, your room, or the office when no one is around.

M–Motivation

Whenever you tease him about how good he would feel inside you, it would get him going. He has a good job of holding back however–until he can't take your teasing anymore and straight up fucks you.

N–NO

He would not like it whenever you would look like you're in genuine pain. He loves his kinky stuff, but if you feel discomfort around him, he'd immediately stop and calm you down before asking if you'd like to continue or not.

O–Oral

He prefers receiving slightly above giving.

P–Pace

Depending on his mood, Lee could take it slow and make you feel the best pleasure as he grinds into you. Or he could just pound you in a fast pace and make you cum over and over (as a human, he'd cum again and again too honestly)

R–Risk

If Lee feels like it, he would ask you to try a new kink or a new toy. But most of the time, he prefers following your desires when it comes to trying new things. Your comfort is his priority, no matter how kinky he could be.

Q–Quickie

He does not mind quickies once in a while, but prefers long, actual sessions where he'd get to enjoy you fully.

S–Stamina

As a Construct, he could go until you're completely worn out since Constructs has bigger energy than humans. As a human, Lee could last around five to six rounds.

T–Toy

Sometimes, he would use something like vibrators. If he's not in the mood, then his length is enough.

U–Unfair

Oh, this man ENJOYS teasing. Especially if he's in the mood to be a do-S dom. How he teases you is up for you to decide.

V–Volume

Lee's voice is breathy, and he is slightly loud when he is nearing the edge.

W–Wild Card

He lowkey has a submissive side to him, and enjoys getting degraded the same way he enjoys degrading you. Will never admit to this, though.

X–X-ray

Length is around 15-17 centimeters, be it as a human or as a Construct. Also, quite thick.

Y–Yearning

Lee's drive is somewhere in the middle, as he has a pretty strong self-control. If his drive is at a high however, tease him a few times and it's all over.

Z–Zzz

Constructs don't typically need rest, but he would accompany you to sleep. As a human however, he falls asleep roughly 15 minutes after the session (unless he has enough stamina to continue a few more rounds until morning)

#pgr #punishing gray raven #exhibishoun #pgr lee #punishing: gray raven #this is self indulgent #i am very normal #not safe fw #punishing gray raven lee

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noctipherr · 3 months

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Had to draw some reqs for PGRtwt! I’m more active there, I’m afraid. 😞

#my art #punishing gray raven #pgr #pgr lee #pgr wanshi #pgr watanabe #pgr teasell #pgr asimov #pgr camu #lee hyperreal #wanshi hypnos #watanabe astral #teasell #asimov #camu crocotta

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valsshadow · 8 months

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so. i found out where the fandom get its delicious official art from(i love cn servers for this)

here’s some of the official arts i found that i dont think are being circulated about the fandom as much. TIME TO UPDATE YOUR WALLPAPERS GUYS

enjoy

this is like one of the rare times i appreciate knowing chinese. the chinese wikis>>> they have so many high quality official arts. and all the fanart is also linked to it. there are some upright ones for phones too

yall dm me if theres a particular chatacter you want i have some more downloaded(but its mostly the guys)

#pgr #pgr global #punishing gray raven #战双帕弥什 #pgr noan #pgr chrome #pgr cn #pgr noctis #pgr lee #pgr camu #pgr karenina #pgr kamui #pgr roland #pgr changyu

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keilng · 2 months

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my sweet meowmeow

#artists on tumblr #punishing gray raven #pgr fanart #fanart #pgr lee #lee hyperreal

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starryficsfinishwen · 2 months

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✧。◟ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ! — PGR Men x reader

last night, I laid in bed so blue / then I realized the truth!

summary // how do your favorite constructs kiss you?

a.n. - post Valentine's post :D I've been so busy with irl lately, I only just got back on my Tumblr 🫠 how'd your valentine's go?(I had a date with my school project :'D so peinful)

pairing(s) - lee, chrome, wanshi, kamui, camu, watanabe, noan, roland, noctis x f!commandant (and can be gender neutral!) (separate!)

content // suggestive LOL basically how your favorite playable characters would kiss you scenarios~

dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lee: Hyperreal

Kissing Lee is like breathing.

Inhaling, in the way his hands are on your jaw, the little smile on your lips when his breath fans yours. Breathing in, the smell of the cologne you've gifted him makes you dizzy in a good way, the softest brush of his mouth on the corner of your lips. Taking in, the taste of chocolate; bitter as the coffee you made the first time, yet morphs into something so sweet as sugar cookies, and you can feel him smiling as your lips meet, savoring every drop he offers—

Exhaling, as Lee pulls away to give you air, foreheads touching, because you are both too intertwined to move away from one another.

“We made quite a mess here,” you giggled.

The newly-made kitchen of the Gray Raven base is as messy as a child's breakfast: pots and pans strung everywhere, chocolates and other liquids splattered all over the counter, the drain is probably clogging for some reason (it was Lee's fault), and there was a burnt cake placed somewhere (your fault) but you both never minded those.

“I told you to let me handle all the baking,” Lee huffs, thumbs unconsciously caressing your jaw, “You had to be so stubborn.”

“I knew what I was doing,” you pout, “You always follow the recipe, even though you could just do some feeling!”

“I am starting to doubt your feelings. Remember the first-”

“-not another word.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry to burst your bubble.” Lee smiles at you, hands now placed beside your legs on the table you sat on, “We might as well clean up and just order something else.”

“Nooo,” you whine, tugging on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, “The last cake is in the oven. It'll be done. I promise, it will taste yummy.”

Your lover laughs, his head rubbing your cheek, “Remind me again why we are baking?”

“It was supposed to be my surprise for you for Valentine's.” You admit, sighing, “You had to come and ruin it.”

Everything feels natural; his body fills in the gaps in yours. His head rests on your neck, your hand on his cheek and hair, his arms on your waist. You breathe in the same air, laughing off the smell of the burnt cake from earlier.

“I'm sorry,” he softly murmurs, his lips lightly kissing your neck, “...at least I get to take you out tonight.”

“Tonight?” Did you have a plan for tonight?

“Yes. I reserved a table for us at the restaurant you like.”

What a surprise. Pulling away to look at Lee's cerulean eyes, you somehow realized something:

“I thought you hated dining outside of our lounge.”

“I do,” Lee purses his lips, before sighing, “but I know we've been busy and you wanted to eat outside. Besides, it's still practical because of the restaurant's offer for Valentine's.”

Ah, this man is so smooth. You already knew that it wasn't just for that reason. Leaning to press your lips into his, you could feel your heart leap out of joy. You could hear the ting of the oven, but you never cared. You only wanted Lee's kiss— Lee's love, in the form of inhaling, taking in, exhaling.

“Commandant,” Lee pulls away slightly, whispering, “the cake-”

“I love you, Lee,” you giggled, hands threading in his hair as you purposely let your leg catch that particular spot that made him shudder, “You're so sly.”

“...You better finish what you've started, Commandant.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Chrome: Glory

Kissing Chrome is needy.

It's hot, it's heavy— his hands that grasped your shoulders, almost afraid you'd disappear if he wasn't careful; yet, still so gentle— his lips on yours are so soft, you feel like you'd melt if he wasn't holding you.

“I missed you,” Chrome mumbles when he parted from yours for air, “I missed you so damn much.”

It's not a common occurrence for the both of you to be away from each other. He was the Captain of Strike Hawk, and you had your own team. But to be away from the public eye, to be in some random corner of the streets, as your heavy breathing mingled with one another and your bodies touching, you remember that you couldn't be away from your lover far too long now.

“I missed you, Chrome, I missed you, too.” You could sob from the intensity of your situation, hands reaching for whatever part of him—his shoulders, his arms, his cheek— “Thank God, I can finally see you.”

“Me too,” Chrome breathes, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “I couldn't wait any longer.”

“Do you still have more appointments?”

“I do,” he groans, frustration evident on his pretty face, “I still have to meet a few more people...”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Chrome is the one who apologizes instead, starry eyed twinkling that made you frown instead.

It's always busy and no rest days. Apart from your lover being such a dependable leader, sometimes, your greed makes you want to steal him away. But alas, as you caress his cheek, the cool touch of his skin underneath your fingertips, it makes you lean onto him, lips kissing his jaw.

“[Y/N]...?”

“I missed your touch,” You admit, hands now on his cheeks, “I missed your face. I missed your hands, your kisses— I don't want to be away from you longer.”

Was it your position that somehow made you hot? Or was it the way Chrome leaned more into you, kisses reaching every inch of your face, to your chin, to your exposed jaw— you stifle a quiet moan, as Chrome nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, something that you've never touched before, something that was a step closer into your relationship.

“I am trying so hard not to overwhelm you, [Y/N]. I missed you so badly,” Chrome groans, “but finally seeing you, finally being able to touch you...I want to show you how much I missed you, but I'm afraid it'll be too much...”

“Don't stop,” Boldly, you proclaimed, hands running through his hair, disrupting it into a messy one, “Let's go home, Chrome. Show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you mine.”

Pulling away so slightly, Chrome's turquoise irises reflecting a darker shade amidst the light from the crack of the corner. In between those eyes and your pending responsibilities, you already made your decision. As you feel Chrome's hold on your hips, you pressed your lips to him.

“I hope you'll stay true to that offer, [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Wanshi: Hypnos

Kissing Wanshi is dreamy.

In the tender tones of daylight, the artificial sun bleeding into your skin. There are too many touches all at once, but neither the two of you bother to pull away. Wanshi's lips find your skin without a hassle, humming when you swallow your laughs. He's everywhere— your hand, your arm, your shoulder, the dip of your breasts, your clavicle— everywhere but your face.

“Wanshi,” you purred, never bothering to open your eyes, “you're so needy...”

“Hush, let me dream a bit longer,” your lover sighs in your neck, nibbling your skin, “it's not everyday I get to kiss you like this.”

“We'll both be late at this point. Didn't you say Captain Chrome warned you already?”

“He already put those rules before,” he pauses, yawning, arms now wrapped possessively around your waist, “I'm exempted.”

“I won't be surprised if you get to be deprived of your capsule for another week...”

“Hey, this is about us today,” he murmurs, lightly kissing the side of your neck, “I don't want to hear another man's name in our bed...”

Your lover never learns. But still, you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. It's his problem anyways, not yours. As you giggle, your hand finds itself cupping Wanshi's soft cheeks, squeezing it.

“Wanshi, darling, we really need to get up soon. I also have work.”

You could feel Wanshi pouting against your skin. Without a warning, he gets on top of you, golden eyes looking at you. “Five minutes. Give me five more minutes, and I'll let you go.”

As you were about to ask what he meant, Wanshi leans down to capture your lips with his. You squeak from surprise, but in the end, you couldn't help but submit to his whims. His soft lips, the love that permeates from him, slipping in so deeply into you as you felt yourself buried deeper into the sheets. Your hand finds his, intertwining as he leads it above your head. Forget your job, forget that it's another shitty work day; it's only you and Wanshi, in your bed, and his dreamy kisses.

You love Wanshi, and you'd always pick him, despite his sleepy circumstances, despite everything else.

“Mm...Wanshi, give me more than five minutes.” You mutter, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pressing into him.

“Oh?”

“Yes, nngh, you win this time. Now, give me more kisses.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Kamui: Tenebrion

Kissing Kamui is like catching the sun in both hands.

More like a surprise; playful shouting as he wins another round of your favorite game, leaving you dumbfounded in your chair. You love your man so much that you'd rather see him with that goofy smile on his face. But sometimes, some victories feel like they are being rubbed hard on your face.

“Haha! This is the third time now!”

“Alright, alright,” you shrug, placing the controller down, watching Kamui lead out of his seat, “You win.”

“Does this mean I get to have the seat for a week?”

“A month, too, if you want,” you shrug again, “Congratulations, Kamui.”

It's his playful character that made you fall for him in the first place— a unique laughter, the way his eyes crinkled with delight, how Kamui's feet would curl. But unbeknownst to him, however, you had another trick on your sleeve.

“Time for a free round!”

“No, thank you,” you flutter your eyes at him, “I'd like to see you play for now. I might get you next time if I watch your movements.”

Kamui laughs instead, making your stomach jump, “Babe, just watch, then. But I'm sure that I'll win again like always.”

As Kamui positions, your plan goes into play. He won't win against you, the real mastermind of the game.

Kamui's eyes glimmer as he focuses intently on the game. Somehow, in the middle of scoring another new record, his mind lands on you.

“[Y/N]? You seem qui-”

When he turns his head, he is met with a surprise kiss on his lips. Kissing Kamui always felt like reaching for the sun in your hands, especially this way: the surprised sound from his lips when they met yours, the softest yet so hot as he absentmindedly drops his console, reaching to hold you; Kamui doesn't hesitate to kiss you back with the same intensity— tongue tasting his favorite drink on yours, the smell of your perfume, and the dizzying heat when he refuses the pull away, in spite of your little plan.

You squeak when Kamui gently pushes you onto the sofa, him breaking away to find your saliva strung together on both of your lips. The game plays in the background, forgotten as Kamui straddles you. Looking back at his glinting eyes, you seem to miss this in your equation.

“Really, [Y/N]?”

“Y-you didn't have to- I-I thought you'd-”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kamui laughs, thumb caressing your swollen lips, “[Y/N], you already knew I'd let you win. I guess you'll be getting your present early, then~”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Camu: Crocotta

Kissing Camu is like snow on the beach.

So rare, so sudden. It's the rumble of the vending machine of some unknown brand, dropping a new kind of food. Was it edible?

“So they really did put up these things.”

It's the low sound of Camu's husky voice surprising you on a random sunny afternoon. You quickly pick up the food, presenting it in front of him, “Do you mean this?”

Camu takes the food from your hand. It's a cake in a can, you presume, as it is written boldly on the cover. Squinting his eyes, Camu effortlessly tears off the lid without the use of the safety pin. At this point, such a scenario no longer surprises you.

“A cake in the can?”

“A cake in the can.” Camu affirms, giving it back to you, “It was a staple for the Japanese vending machines back in the Golden Age.”

The little treat (although forced open) seemed cute. Using the spoon provided, you took a few bites. Immediately, a yummy flavor pours into your mouth, making you squeal with joy. You quickly taste more.

“Mmh! It's so sweet~!”

“Yeah, they're usually really sweet.”

Taking a large spoonful, you hold it out to Camu. “Would you like some?”

Hesitant. Camu looks at you, somehow judging you (do you usually hold out food to random people?), yet cautiously leans down to your height. His eyes never leave yours as he takes a bite, even until he gulps it down. Your eyes twinkle as you notice your joy reflected in his, signaling the sweet taste of the dessert.

“What do you think?”

“...it is very sweet.”

“I really want to eat more of this~” you grin, “let me order-”

Camu holds your shoulder, causing you to stop. When you turned to look back at him, focused dark eyes looked at you.

“Wait.”

Camu leans forward, his face inches away from yours. As you feel your temperature grow higher, you only notice Camu's thumb caress the corner of your mouth.

“...you had a bit of cream there.”

Did you only notice Camu's handsomeness just now? Or was it because of the close proximity? His breath is cool on your lips, pretty dark eyes devoid of any harshness that he usually portrays, yet the subtle softness of his features somehow made him look more handsome up close. It makes you want to kiss him.

“I'm sorry?”

Snapping out of your reverie, you blink at him, “Huh?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Crap. You and your thoughts! You groan, trying to mask your reddening embarrassment, “Ah, Camu, I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

But Camu closes the gap anyways. It catches you off guard at first, but his kiss is cool and warm at the same time, almost felt like bathing in the sea amidst the snow. You taste the sweet cake on his lips, the smell of peppermint invading your senses. It is only a short while, ending as fast as it started. When he pulls away, you find dark eyes reflecting your emotion: curiosity.

“...ah-!”

“Technically, we indirectly kissed already.”

Camu points at the spoon, realization dawning on you. You squeak, trying to assess more of the situation. But Camu, with a small smile on his lips despite the deepening blush on his cheeks, coughs, “...I guess it's time for me to ask you out later during the Valentine's event, then.”

You were about to ask what the deal was about, until your mind whirred back to his initial words.

“I thought you don't like Valentine's?”

“I don't like Valentines.” He said.

“So why...?”

Camu, turning away from you, before looking back with a smile on his face, “I like you, obviously.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Watanabe: Epitaph

Kissing Watanabe is always a surprise.

It's when you least expected it. From the sudden kisses in front of children, to meet ups in the warehouse, and even in random times of the day. Watanabe would always keep surprising you, you almost think it's a routine at this point (God Bless your heart; hopefully his antics won't kill you before your fated day).

However, lately, it's almost not happening.

“Hello, [Y/N],” your lover greets you as he passes by, opting to continue talking to the man beside him. You retract your expectant hands.

“Watch out, [Y/N].” Watanabe calmly catches you by your hips, when a child nearly hits you with the ball. You wanted to reach out, but he was already walking away.

“I'll be taking that.” And gone was the playful kiss on your shoulder, instead, it was a smile on his lips as he took the supplies and left you in the dark. What the hell was going on?

On a random evening, he started to avoid you on purpose.

“Watanabe!” You cried out as you watched him disappear from the sea of people.

It was the nth time of you trying to track him down that day. Tired from running around, you slump against the wall, tears filling your eyes. Your tears began to escape your eyes as the atmosphere around you, despite it being Valentine's, was full of love and laughter.

What did you do wrong? Watanabe is your lover, one you've long promised to be with forever. But what was forever if he no longer looked at your way?

“Miss [Y/N]?”

Sniffling away your tears, you looked up to see one of the Forsaken soldiers. “Y-yes?”

“...are you alright?”

“Y-yes, yes,” you were not, but you still stood up, facing the soldier, “What do you need?”

“Could you kindly come with me to the warehouse? I need someone to inspect the weapons before we head out tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you follow the construct. Your mind swims in a hazy sea of doubts and self depreciation. Should you leave this place? Go back to Babylonia? You are still welcome there, last time you checked. But the people...

It didn't take a while before you both arrived at the destination. Stepping inside the dark warehouse, you failed to notice that the door behind you closed. As you ran to pry it open, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a lone light shine in the middle of the dark warehouse.

It's Watanabe.

All of your anger rushes to your brain. Your legs move quicker, however, sprinting to reach out to the estranged man.

“You selfish little-”

“[Y/N]-”

Anything Watanabe says is fast, but your reflexes are faster. You held onto his arms, your tears of anger flowing as you cried out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know, I know-”

“Do you know how sad and angry I am at you? For leaving me with no answers?”

Watanabe does not answer. He lets you speak.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am aware, yes.” He answers, sorrowful, “I am sorry for treating you that way, [Y/N]. I know I shouldn't have done that, but my actions hurt you instead.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Watanabe doesn't answer. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, genuine sadness reflecting in his expression.

“I have been thinking. And I made up my mind.”

He caresses your cheeks with such reverence, it almost makes you melt. “...being away from you is so cruel. I wanted to make such a heavy decision, to leave you so you could be with another human, but I realized that I was just like you— I would be angry, too.”

Watanabe leans down, your forehead touching, “I want to be greedy for you, [Y/N]. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly, you were aware of the weight of your words from earlier. You weren't mad; you were devastated. Should this man, the love of your life, leave you, what becomes of you, then?

“Watanabe...”

You tug on his collar, whispering, “Don't go. Kiss me, please.”

Kissing Watanabe really is a surprise. It's fulfilling, in a way that completes you like a puzzle, his warm lips on yours. You love him just as much as he loves you, perhaps more— it's agonizing, it's too much, yet you crave for him; he is all you have. When he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers your name.

The lights of the warehouse turn on. And behind him, a dazzling display of flowers and pictures are shown.

“What-”

“I know it's not much, unlike the luxuries in Babylonia,” Watanabe kneels down, the glittering stone on the engraved jewelry in his hand, “But this is all from every corner of my heart; I love you, my [Y/N]. Please accept my proposal.”

You couldn't hold your tears anymore— from anger, they turned into immense joy. The answer has long been spoken.

“Marry me, my [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noan: Arca

Kissing Noan is sweet.

Little kisses and noises of joy as you take breaks in between your book reading. It's his warm hand on top of yours, the other busy flipping through the pages. Noan's voice is a soothing lullaby, a gentle lull as he reads the passages for you.

“It's quite ironic,” Noan breaks away from the book, putting it aside as he brushes away the hair covering your face, “I thought you wanted me to read to you.”

There you were, comfortably laying on his lap, watching him with tired eyes. Slightly pouting, you weakly tugged on his scarf, “Noan, why did you stop...”

“My lap isn't very comfortable to sleep in. Let's move you back to your base.”

“Nooo,” you stubbornly shook your head, trying not to let Noan stand, “Finish reading the book, please? You're almost at the exciting part...”

Sighing, Noan picks up the book. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, one of the books that caught Noan's attention. Driven by your immense curiosity and how Noan was itching to read the story, judging by its summary, you thought it was a nice idea to let him read to you. It's hitting two birds with one stone!

“I don't get how you're so interested in the book,” Noan asks, flipping back to the page where he left, “You're already falling asleep.”

You don't have the heart to tell him you've already read it while you were still in the F.O.S. “Well, I think the concept is neat.”

“The concept of a man who has the body parts of dead people off killing people just to appease his creator?”

You shrugged, “I mean...”

Noan laughs, fingers idly drifting and drawing circles on your cheek, “Just tell me that you're just doing this because you think that I'm interested in it.”

“Are you not?” You turned to catch brown eyes looking at you with mirth.

“In a way, yeah.”

You pondered for a bit, trying to remember the contents of the book. Lifting your hand to cup Noan's cheeks, you huffed, “Y'know, you remind me a bit of the monster.”

Quickly catching yourself with your words (to which Noan laughs), “I mean, minus the killing. Wait, no, I mean-”

“Okay, okay, something related to that?”

“Yes, that.” You grinned, “the monster wasn't supposed to mean any harm. He simply wanted the attention and love from his creator.”

Your lover, in a way, was similar to the monster of the book. Rebuilt and revived, nearly as a killing machine. But does a killing machine have to look this beautiful in the hazy afternoon glow? Noan's lips parted for a bit, before pursing them. Lifting your head, you snuck in a short kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You're similar yet different from the monster, Noan.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you inhaled his smell, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

Noan chuckles, lightly squeezing your cheeks, “and you tell me you've never read the book before-”

“I didn't disagree, didn't I?”

“Hmm...”

“Noan,” you whispered, “Unlike Frankenstein's story, you are never feared, nor despised.”

You kissed Noan. It's sweet— the taste of the cookies you gave, the herbal tea; his lips that were made to kiss yours, to fit; and Noan, who went through too much, was yours to protect forevermore.

“You are loved, even more than your creator.”

When you pull away, deep red tinted his cheeks and ears, which made you laugh. “Well, Noan?”

“Mm...I should stop reading the book since you already know-”

“Keep going, please?” You purred, “I like you reading to me.”

“...mh, fine, you're lucky I like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Roland: Flambeau

Kissing Roland is, well, comedic.

He's laughing; the crescendo plays a melodic tune, as he plays his role. Your lover is a clown at this point, laughing manically with every step he takes.

But you love him anyway. You love your clown.

“Roland, dear,” you giggle, “Remind me again what's my role?”

He pauses, before approaching you. “Mi amor,” Roland reaches out to your hand, kissing it, “You are the lead of this play!”

As he continues to play his role, you are sitting in front of him, on a fancy chair. For Valentine's, you half-expected Roland to join the theatre, however, he was here in front of you— with only you as the audience and apparently the lead as well.

“What do I do?”

“Sit prettily there,” Roland winks, “That's your role.”

“Alright. Do I still get compensated?”

“Hush, the climax of this story is now nearly in full bloom.”

With a crisp spin, Roland turns to face you, the spotlight hitting every nice angle he had. In his hand, a single, beautifully blooming rose.

“Mi amor, my love, my light,” Roland began his monologue, “Though it has been a very long journey and story, here we are, still alive.”

Ah, you realized this scene now. The first proper confession.

Roland walks to you, despite his clownish appearance, he genuinely had a sweet smile on his face. “Damned by those who defy our circumstances; from this day forward, I am yours, as much as you are mine.”

He looks at you, with gentle hands holding your cheek, “What do you say, mi amor?”

In the original story, you ran away out of fear. But you were in a new scenario with him now. Smiling, you dragged him to you with his shirt, “Hmm, sounds missing.”

You wink at Roland, “Ah, I know now.”

Without a warning, you closed the gap in between your lips. Roland eases into you easily; grasping at hands, responding to your move. It's still soft, his lips that make you dream of oceans and theatre plays— it makes you want more.

But Roland pulls away, chuckling, “Well, that certainly wasn't part of the script.”

“You kept missing the cues,” you stuck your tongue out, “I merely filled in the gaps.”

“That's my girl,” Roland praises, “My perfect muse, my perfect actress.”

Comedic, in a way that it's the perfect timing. You leaned further to kiss him more.

“Mm, I still have a few ideas you can add to your script.”

Roland's hand in your hips tightened, mirroring your smile, “Do tell, we should execute it afterwards.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noctis: Indomitus

Kissing Noctis is wild.

In how he holds you effortlessly in one hand. You grasp where your hands could reach, but you could only breathe in. In how Noctis's voice sends shivers. A melody that echoes so long.

His lips are begging to be with you. It's almost painful.

“[Y/N], [Y/N],” Noctis whines, “Please, let me touch you.”

“We are in a public area, Noctis,” you whisper, aware of his creeping fingers on your pants, “Mmh, it's not just me...”

Your lover was supposed to be a grown man, but who knew his neediness could make him such a needy child?

“Please, please, I promise it won't take long,” He groaned as his fingers rubbed your thighs, “I'll be very quick.”

Sighing, you try to look around you. Making sure that no one else could see, you pulled Noctis closer, lips mere inches away from one another.

“Be quick, okay?”

And you trust Noctis. Kissing him is wild— as if asking to be breathed back to life, he kisses you with such fervor. Never minding touchy hands, it's so hot that you unconsciously opened the buttons on your shirt. Noctis loves hard and harder, the beating of his heart a testament. His tongue on yours, hands everywhere else.

“Thank you,” he cries out, making you throb, “I owe you so much...”

“How about pushing it past my limits today, Noctis?”

Without a word, Noctis slips into you for one more stolen kiss. “You have my word, then, [Y/N].”

Writing this half asleep HAHAHAHAHSHSHA

— starry

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Anyway, last drawing in 2023 ✨ Happy New Year guys! 🎉🥳

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"What's wrong with you this time?" Lee's voice startled Julia from her musing. Her lips quivered up, facing him with the best smile she could muster, "'wrong with me?' Hm, I don't see anything wrong with me."

He grimaced, noting the shake in her hands as she had her meal.

She was aware that he was doubting her. With how his stern eyes narrowed and she could have swore he was making deductions based on her actions. She lowered her hands, settling the cutleries on the plate and stood up.

Not good... I'm going insane...

Prior to her meal, as she finished her long bath, she wrapped the clean towel around her, noticing scars riddled across her 'body' and the lean muscles contracting with her every move. A body that does not belong to her. With this sight alone, she was more convinced that she transmigrated to PGR, or more suitably, possessed the Commandant right now.

A shiver ran down her arms. Even the warm bath did not help settle the anxiousness she was feeling. But more so than that, standing in the middle of the bathroom would not improve her mentality either.

She walked to the bathroom sink where a fresh set of uniform was folded on top of the counter. Unfolding the uniform, she raised it in front of her. Similar to the uniform of Commandants in the game, it was of blue material and thick to the touch. If she could recall, Simon had similar design to what she was about to wear. Setting it aside, she first wore a long-sleeved, black turtle neck shirt above her undergarments, then slipped on the blue official shirt and pants, before doning the infamous Babylonia jacket.

Sighing, she rummaged in the cabinets for a comb and went to the full-body mirror near the door and screamed.

"Commandant!!" Voices of Lucia and Liv reached her hearing from behind the closed bathroom door, knocking endlessly in fear of something happening to her.

"I'm, I'm fine!.... I'm fine... I just... slipped...?"

"Are you sure, Commandant? Are you okay?! Liv, stand back--!"

"No! It's okay, Lucia, Liv! I'll be out in a minute... I'm still not dressed yet..." Julia's hands shakily reached for her reflection. This cannot be...

"... as you command."

She was taller than her original self, far stronger than she expected. Of course, every commandants had to undergo training in the academy. But it was not her 'body' she was shocked of, no... She was scared of her head.

Her face... has no definite features. Eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were present but they kept on changing, glitching to another feature. It also affected her hair. It keeps on glitching to other color and texture.

She fell to the side, away from the mirror and feeling her face and hair. Feeling whether they were there. She grabbed her hair that fell on her shoulders and it was auburn in color, just like her original color. It was not glitching and she checked her other body parts, whether she was glitching elsewhere. She gulped, hard. Crawling to the mirror, she closed her eyes before she would see herself once again.

Wait, maybe I was more tired than I thought that it affected my mental stability?... Goodness, I pray so...

Slowly, she opened her eyes and she almost fainted then and there on the floor. It's real... 'this' is all real...

The same phenomenon she saw before, her facial features glitched randomly. She ran to the door, having more than enough horror of own self.

"Commandant!" Liv proceeded checking her while Lucia's blade were drawn. Dawn entered past Julia, ready to slash any intruder of the Babylonia transport terminal.

Their room door opened and came in Lee, witnessing the commotion of the female members of his team with a raised brow, "... I brought what you wanted, Commandant."

"Thank you..."

"Lee, confirm the number of individuals within the perimeter." Lucia said, emerging from the bathroom. With the fast calculation of Palefire, he also drew his guns, "36 figures along the corridor. Lucia--"

"Wait! Both of you!" Julia said from the bed with Liv tucking her in. Sighing, she motioned for them to ease down, "there is no need for that. I just slipped in the bathroom. We should use this chance to rest before going back to HQ."

They nodded and Liv and Lucia went to the pods before entering sleep mode. Lee went to the other bed and proceeded with cleaning his dual guns. Moments later, food arrived and Julia recieved it, careful not to disturb the resting constructs. She ate her meal on her bed and saw herself glitching from her reflection on the glass of water, which brought her to her current problem.

After forcefully swallowing the rather bland food, she reached for the notebook and started writing.

1. Manifest inner Commandant.

On the side, she drew a line connecting them to a bubble of the personality of the commandant based on what she remembered: caring, self-sacrificing, mischievous, hard-working, kind, strong, clever.

She paused, her eyes drifting around the room to the form of Lee cleaning and to the two sleeping constructs. She added another trait and connected it to the first phrase.

Has a harem.

"Ahem!" She coughed, hiding the snicker behind her fists then she stopped. Right, sooooooo... It would be me having a harem then?

Groaning, she rubbed her temple and scooped another food in her mouth. As a player that has a major adoration of the game, she was aware of the fanfictions written by other people, either shipping the Commandant with the constructs, or constructs paired to another construct. It was entertaining to see the various ships within the fandom and she also participated in making theories and ships.

She glanced at Lee. For example...

Julia almost choked on her food and sat up straight. Right!

The affection stories!

The affection stories were the most important bases on her interaction with the constructs. Problem was, she was unable to grow the affection level for all the characters. She was an F2P player and it was more than fine since PGR was F2P friendly, however, because of her busy schedule her time playing the game were sometimes sacrificed, missing her daily missions for the rewards. And because of the lack of black cards for pulling characters on A-rank banner or the limited S-rank banner, sometimes for their exclusive 6-star weapons, she settled on the available characters and unlocking their affection stories.

And because of that, she would be uninformed of how the Commandant interacted with them. Or even additional data and secrets they have.

Finishing her meal, she closed her notebook and turned to Lee who was also looking at her.

She tried calming her already stressed heart and held his calculating gaze, "Lee, I will be asking you questions, and don't ask nor wonder why I'm asking you such questions."

He gave a curt reply, resuming in wiping clean the dismantled pieces, "... Shoot."

"Okay," she started, "first, Liv mentioned this before. What was my injury before and when exactly did it happen?"

He raised a brow but relplied nonetheless, "you receive many injuries everytime we have our mission."

"If that's the case, which was the one Liv was referring to?"

"It's the heavy injury on your back a week ago. You landed on your back from the fourth floor of a complex. Liv checked it and it was a 3rd degree bruise."

Really? But why is it I didn't feel any pain? I should check it in the mirror–no, scratch that out.

"... I see. Second, give me the full description of the our current assignment."

He sighed, "I don't know the full details."

"What? Why is that?"

"We were given the description of the mission, yes, but the full description was only for the Commandant to see."

Shoot, so that means this was rather secretive then?

"Then tell me what was given to you."

Lee opened his terminal in the holographic screen.

Her eyes skimmed through the document and tried to make sense of the terminologies used inside the letter. It was obvious she would be clueless about military terminologies as she was just a normal civilian back in her world. But those words aside, she could connect the pieces together. The Gray Ravens were sent to clear a specific area for the expansion of reclaimed land on Earth.

But this was on the side of her team, her side was a mystery. What's sent to me?

"This was for us. The Commandant's been given the same thing but with the additional information."

Julia's white-gray eyes looked past the screen and met Lee's, "you sound like you know something."

"I don't, but I know that this mission was specifically a secret mission. It was obvious."

"Even if you were members of the Gray Raven?"

"Right."

"Then how come they kept it a hush to you guys when they gave it to Gray Ravens?"

"We are constructs, we are liable to report based on what we witness. They can also program into our M.I.N.D. when they suspect that we were hiding something."

"So that's why then..." If the higher-ups wanted this to be kept secret, then of course the Commandant was only given the raw information.

"Also, they will hack your memories?"

"Yes. Constructs--"

"No, don't answer that," she cutted him short.

No. If I remember correctly, Gray Ravens was among the Elite squads of the Babylonia. And I don't think there should be a need to hide full details regarding the mission to them...

Everything they do in the game required the full involvement of the team. This was the first time Julia witness her construct members excluded of the whole information. Is it possible to operate effectively with them not knowing the totality of the description?

"... Thank you, Lee."

He just went back to his task silently, allowing Julia to settle her messy thoughts peacefully. With the limited information available, she resigned herself to fate for the meeting in the following day back at Babylonia.