#reverse hurt/comfort

[marblemoovt]

Lace - Simon Riley/Reader

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Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Fluff with some reverse hurt/comfort. The reader's gender is not explicitly mentioned or referred to, but you do wear a dress and makeup in this.

Summary:

Going undercover at a Gala, you need some help lacing up the back of your dress. Luckily Ghost is around to help you.

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You turn around and show him your back. “Can you lace up my dress, please?”

“I think it looks better this way.” He nuzzles behind your earlobe, inhaling your scent. Goosebumps litter your skin, and you grip the table to ease the shiver that runs through your body. Ghost hums appreciatively, grabbing your waist and rubbing circles into your lower back. “In fact, I think you should take it off.”

Note:

This was almost complete and sitting in my drafts forever. So as a little birthday present to myself, I powered through and finished this fic. I could have worked on this more, but I'm happy with where it is. This entire idea started with a gif I saw on Instagram, which I can no longer find cause I didn't save it :(

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

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You smooth the gown of your dress, admiring yourself in the mirror. The fabric hugs your waist and flares out at your calves, with a slit up to your thighs on one side for more freedom. Turning around, you frown at the reflection of your back. You didn’t think that part through when you bought the dress. It looked so pretty at the time that it never occurred to you how you would close up the back by yourself. 

The dress needs to be laced up and tied. While you could struggle and try to manipulate the ribbon on your own, you know the result will be far from passing to fit in with the crowd at the gala. Laswell needs intel—intel kept in a mansion opened to the public only once a year. Price deemed you had the best chance at infiltrating the event; you didn’t get much say. At least you get to keep the dress after this, which is why you bought one of the most expensive dresses from the store. 

Heaving a sigh, you walk to the door and peek into the hallway. Ghost is leaning against the wall next to the doorway, skeletal gloves swiping across his phone. You bought him a new pair with thermal tips when you noticed him tugging off his gloves with a grumble every time he reached for his phone. Brown eyes shift from the screen to your face. Maybe it’s because of the flickering fluorescent lights, but his pupils almost tremble when they land on you. He doesn’t say a word, only pockets his phone and pushes himself off the wall stiffly. 

“I need help,” you say. His mask shifts, and he tilts his head. Stepping back from the door, you wait. Ghost walks in, his broad shoulders brushing against the doorframe. He pauses after one step, not quite in the room, but not outside either. A statue stuck in limbo. You wave a hand in front of his face, keeping the other on your chest to prevent the dress from falling. “Fucks sake, Simon. I’m half dressed—close the fucking door!” you hiss. He jolts and slams the door behind him. The walls rattle, and the lights flicker. God, you hope Price didn’t notice anything upstairs. When you don’t hear the pounding of footsteps from above, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Ghost continues his silence, but you can feel his eyes rake over you. You shiver under his gaze. “Y’look nice,” he mumbles.

You blink, not registering a single word. “I beg your pardon? I didn’t catch that.” Ghost walks closer, slow and steady steps that send a flutter in your chest. His hands grip your waist and pull you to him. Shivers run through your body when his gloved fingers trace your spine.

“You look ravishing,” he whispers, lightly massaging your exposed back. You bite your lip to suppress a groan, but he hears the quiet noise coming from the back of your throat and chuckles. “How’d I get so lucky?” You can tell from his tone that the question isn’t directed at you.

“I have to be in position in 30 minutes,” you remind him. His hands pause, and he pulls back. Beneath the stoic exterior, Simon is admiring you, burning your image into memory. You’ve noticed that he likes to watch, to silently absorb the world around him and all its minute details. The man makes planning surprises a living hell. There’s a silent promise in his eyes to continue this later.

Ghost clears his throat. “Right. What’d you need me for?” he asks, voice still husky.

You turn around and show him your back. “Can you lace up my dress, please?”

“I think it looks better this way.” He nuzzles behind your earlobe, inhaling your scent. Goosebumps litter your skin, and you grip the table to ease the shiver that runs through your body. Ghost hums appreciatively, grabbing your waist and rubbing circles into your lower back. “In fact, I think you should take it off.”

A throaty chuckle escapes your lips, and you lean into his touch. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You can see his reflection in the vanity mirror. The darkness in his eyes threatens to drown you in liquid pools of obsidian. His gaze is intense, but his touch remains featherlight. Constantly aware of his size. Sometimes you wonder how he would react if you told him you want to be torn apart. Would his self-control finally unravel? You suppose you’ll find out tonight. 

“30 minutes is plenty. I can give you at least 5 orgasms in that timeframe,” and he sounds almost boastful. You decide to knock him down a few pegs. Bastard’s cheeky enough as is. Personally, you think his banter with Soap has inflated his ego. You’re surprised his head fit through the door when he came in earlier. 

“Only 5?” you tsk and shake your head. “You’re losing your touch,” you tease.

Ghost chuffs, sliding his hands down and kneading your thighs. “Didn’t seem like that last night. Had ya beggin’ me to stop,” and his fingers brush dangerously close to your crotch.

Breathing in a shuddery gasp, you grab his hands and squeeze them in a warning. “I need you to redirect the blood flow back to your other head. Mission first,” you insist. His eyes glint in the mirror.

“Didn’t stop us last time.”

“Last time didn’t involve the risk of being flayed alive by Laswell. We can’t fuck this up, Ghost. It’s our only chance.” Months of planning have led up to this moment. This evidence is the last piece of the puzzle needed. Then there will be one less group terrorizing the world. Who knows what will happen in a year—if there even will be another event next time. Laswell has intel that the higher-ups are going through a reformation, and it’ll be too late afterwards. No. This is the one shot your team has at finding those files. You take a deep breath and grip the edge of the table. Your fingernails dig into the old wood, engraving crescent moons onto the surface. “Alright, I’m ready to have my organs rearranged.”

“Thought that was my job.”

“Jesus Christ, Simon!”

He snickers, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the edges. You fight the grin on your face and hand him the ribbon. He gets to work. His deft fingers lace the back of your dress, tightening as he goes. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” he says, nearly finished. You clench your teeth when it feels like a hydraulic press is squeezing your insides. Ghost hears you wheeze and immediately loosens the ribbon. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s not a real corset. Just has to be tight enough so it doesn’t slip,” you say, and he loosens the rest of the back until your organs aren’t one compact ball.

Ghost pauses. You’re not sure why. All he has to do now is tie a knot, and then you’ll be on your merry way to the party. Soap and Gaz are already posing as servers. Lucky bastards get access to the fancy food before you do. You don’t doubt that some expensive bottles will go missing by the end of tonight. You make a mental reminder to pilfer some of their bounties when everyone returns to base.

“Don’t….” It’s barely a whisper. You look back at Ghost, cocking an eyebrow.

“Did you say something?” you ask.

Ghost, gripping one end of the ribbon in each hand, tugs you into his chest. The air is knocked out of your lungs—more out of surprise than force. The warmth from his body seeps into your exposed skin, stoking the flames that are steadily building. You would have to be a goddamn liar if you said the maneuver didn’t turn you on in the slightest. “Careful,” he mumbles into the nape of your neck, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. His mask is cold, and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Are you worried, Riley?” you tease. The arms around you tighten, and your gaze softens. “I always am,” you say, reaching behind to pat his head. Ghost huffs, but he leans into your body. You like to call him your personal weighted blanket.

You don’t need to ask what’s bothering him. You don’t typically go on the field for missions. Your position keeps you out of immediate harm, a blessing that Ghost would never admit. He must feel anxious. And while you trust Gaz and Soap with your life, the thought does little to quell his fears. Ghost can’t save or stop you from doing something stupid where his scope can’t follow. 

“Come back to me, please,” he whispers. You stare at him in amazement. It’s rare to see him beg. Normally he nags you instead.

“I will. I won’t leave you—not unless I die.” A wry grin cracks your face, but he’s not amused. 

Ghost’s signature glare burns into your face. “I’ll kill you if you die on me,” he grunts.

“That’s not how death works,” you say. Despite the ridiculous notion, it’s sweet in its own way.

His expression remains the same. “I’m a ghost, Poppet. I’ll find your spirit and kill you again.”

You tsk, “And here I thought you were going to say something romantic about bringing me back from the dead; I expected too much from you.” When his posture remains rigid, you sigh. “I’ll be fine, Simon,” you say, leaning into his chest. You hear the click of his jaw when he clenches his teeth.

Ghost remains silent for a few moments, lost in a memory from another life. He sighs, the words coming out scratchy, “You don’t know that—no one does.”

You lay a hand over his and give it a gentle squeeze. His fingers dig into your skin, desperate to keep you encircled in his arms where he knows you’re safe. “Well, I know an excellent sniper has my back,” you say.

“Rest of the team would feel left out.” You can’t see the grin on his face, but you can see his reflection squint and hear the lilt in his tone. He’s so cute, puffing up after a little bit of praise.

You snort, “Gaz and Soap are probably guzzling hors d’oeuvres without me as we speak, so fuck them. Mom and Dad always have our backs, so that’s a given.”

A low rumble tickles your back. “I dare ya to call Laswell and Price that to their faces,” Ghost says. 

You bark out a laugh. “Do I look suicidal to you?”

Ghost shrugs, “Must be if you’re with me.” Your smile quickly flips into a frown. 

“Uh uh. What did I say about self-deprecation?” You sigh and turn around when he doesn’t answer. Hopping onto the table, you sit and cross your legs. Ghost doesn’t meet your gaze. He stares at the mirror behind you. “Simon, you’re not as bad as you think you are,” you whisper, slowly reaching out a hand. When nothing happens, you gently grab his chin and tilt his face to you. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

His pupils swallow his irises. A faint halo of brown that struggles to contain pools of ink. “I think I love you.”

Your lips slant into a crooked smile. “I would hope so, considering we’ve been together for a while.”

He sighs. “Would it kill ya to just say it back?”

“I love you too,” and you go limp like a ragdoll, groaning for added effect.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Ghost scoffs. 

Your lifeless body snaps to life. “The hypocrisy! If I have to put up with your Dad jokes, I’m allowed to have my bits.” Ever since you groaned at the first joke, the number of puns on the radio channel has doubled—quadrupled if Ghost manages to wrangle Soap in on it. His posture is more relaxed now. “Better?” you ask.

“Mhmm.”

You place your right hand over your heart and hold the left one up. “I promise to neuter any man that tries anything with me.” The knife sheathed in your thigh strap will be your best friend tonight. 

Ghost crosses his arms, and you know he’s smirking underneath the mask. “Present company excluded, of course?”

“….”

“…Darling.”

“My knives aren’t picky; let’s leave it at that, yeah?” 

Ghost’s hands travel down your hips, squeezing them firmly. “Misbehaving already?” he purrs. 

You pat his cheek and trail your finger along his jaw. “I like riling you up, same as how you like putting me in my place.” 

He pulls you off the table, pressing his growing erection flush against your stomach. “What a pair we make,” he says, his smooth voice caressing your ears.

“Would now be a terrible time to remind you that I must leave in 15 minutes?” you whisper.

Simon doesn’t speak, only tugs his mask off before initiating a heated kiss that sends your head spinning. Minutes pass, and the table thumps against the wall when he pins you against it. Simon is insatiable, devouring you until you’re a gasping mess. His hands prevent you from melting into a puddle on the floor, keeping you upright when your legs lose the ability to stand.

He pulls away with a smug grin, thumb tracing your puffy lips. The bottom half of Simon’s face and his neck are covered in a smattering of red lipstick stains. You’ll need to touch up your makeup before you head out. His eyes flicker to the mirror, and he chuckles, admiring the marks you left behind.

“C’mon, love. You’ve got intel to steal, men to castrate,” he says. 

“Don’t forget a buffet to eat,” you add, patting your stomach. You haven’t eaten the entire day besides a light snack in anticipation of this mission. Who says you can’t enjoy yourself at a party thrown by a terrorist?

Simon shakes his head and chuckles. “I fear for whichever poor sod gets between you and the buffet table.” He gazes at you lovingly. His eyes always remain the same. Warm and filled with adoration. “And Poppet?”

“Yeah?”

Simon pauses and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Give ‘em hell,” he says, grinning widely. 

“Yes, sir,” you say with a salute, turning to strut out of the room. 

Simon leans against the table and adjusts his pants. Fuck, you look delicious from behind. Ghost will have to make sure not to pull the trigger tonight on anybody who shows an interest in you. But Simon? Simon is going to rail you into your bed later and leave some marks of his own. He admires the lipstick stains in the mirror once more. A pleasant reminder that there’s someone still alive who loves him unconditionally. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he assumes it’s a message to get onto the rooftop.

‘Stop shaking the walls, you animals.’ Simon can sense the annoyance in Price’s words. It isn’t until a stream of emojis appears that he realizes this was sent in the group chat. Gaz and Soap are already giving him shit, sending kissy faces and eggplants. His fingers tighten around his phone, the device creaking from the pressure. The screen updates, and he can see in the bottom corner that you’ve read the messages but haven’t said anything. He smirks and heads to the rooftop, putting his mask back on.

Simon gets to watch a free show tonight through the scope. He can’t wait to see how you’ll terrorize the ‘waiters.’ The spam in the group chat continues, messages zooming through his phone screen. He sets the device down next to him, setting up the rifle and locating you with the scope. Your dress makes it easy for him to find you, and you are power-walking straight to the buffet table, where a pair of waiters are discreetly sneaking food from. His phone screen stops flashing, and a chuckle rumbles through his chest. 

Those two are so fucked.

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End Note:

This was going to be spicy, but then I decided not to. So the ending is left open for everyone's interpretation.

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[rhas-writes]

Intelligent Encounters - Il Dottore x Reader

Possible Spoilers! for 3.0 Ardravi Valley - Zandik's Legacy

Warning! Dottore and his disregard for human life

| Content? Fluff, hurt/comfort, reverse hurt/comfort, slight angst. | Format? A long drabble? I never know how to categorize these. | Pronouns? You/Your. | Relationship? Up to you. |

Context: Fallen Archon Reader - Tldr; Reader is very smart and has seen lots of Teyvat's history but has forgotten most of it.

Context: Assumes Dottore is Zandik (link to fandom wiki on his character summary).

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Young!Dottore who crumples paper after paper, ruby eyes narrowing at the walls as he curses the Sages for their insolence.

Rejecting his thesis purely on the notion of it being longer than a thousand words is absurd. How is he supposed to put a cap on such genius?

In the midst of spouting ruthless threats to the Grand Sage for enforcing such a ridiculous rule, precise knocks sound from his door. He grimaces opening it, far too many insults readied on the tip of tongue. However, he clams up a little at the senior greeting him from the other side.

"Sharnama."

The older man politely nods in greeting, eyes far too tired to be open at this hour of night.

"Wh-"

"The Group of Daeva. You have heard of them, yes?"

The young scholar nods with pinched brows. The Group of Daeva is a supposed group of scholars that anonymously submit research to the Sages. But they're only an urban legend, so why bring them up?

"I am in contact with a few of their members and passed along your recent thesis proposal."

Before Dottore could spew his thoughts on carelessly sharing his work, the worn out man holds out a rolled parchment.

"There has yet to be a Daeva paper rejected by the Sages. I suggest you accept their revisions."

Sharnama leaves Dottore without another word, simultaneously solving the scholar's problem while creating a dozen more.

-

It takes Young!Dottore an obscene amount of time to track down his mentor's contact.

First it was Sharnama refusing to share any confirmed information about the Group of Daeva. Then it was finding and meeting many scholars who claim to be part of the group but after one conversation it's clear they do not have such academic prowess. Then it was getting railroaded by his teachers because they thought "he wasn't spending enough time on his research." The list goes on.

But he's finally managed to secure a line of communication with the group. Best of all, he's meeting one of their members tonight.

Young!Dottore who waits bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation. Oh the amount of questions he has for this unprepared individual. How many of you are there? Why publish anonymously? How do you publish anonymously while wearing an Akasha Terminal? Why do the Sages allow the group to exist?

His whirling thoughts come to a halt as a shadow falls across his shoes. A traveler, one that couldn't be any older than him - perhaps a few years younger, meets his imploring gaze.

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Young!Dottore who perks up as his name falls from your lips. The unfamiliar cluster of butterflies he's slowly becoming accustomed to bristles at your fleeting touches. Research no longer takes up all of his mind for it has made room for you.

If someone had told him he'd experience such feelings he'd think them madder than himself. He's only ever felt something while pursuing knowledge.

His ecstatic cheers and grins were reserved for breakthroughs in his research. They aren't shared over other accomplishments or with other people. His ceaseless thoughts were filled with what ifs and what could be. They don't wander aimlessly about your likes and dislikes. He's soon to complete his first thesis paper, his feelings should be trivial compared to such an achievement.

Yet...they're not.

You're not.

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Young!Dottore who you know as the slightly off the rails scholar Zandik. He is unique in every sense of the word. His crazed and often blasphemous spewings push people away but you can't help but be drawn in.

Like a moth to a flame, his ambition shines bright. His intellect is sharper than his piercing scarlet gaze. In all your recollection, you have never met someone quite like him.

There is an immediate bond when you first meet, one only made between like minds. A bond you haven't had since the betrayal that cost your life as an archon. But even then, Zandik understands you. He gets you in a way no other being has.

When you accidentally fall into a long tangent criticizing a Vahumana article on the many evildoings of the Scarlet King based on recently discovered ruins, Zandik doesn't listen just to placate your feelings, he listens because he sees you're making a valid point. He builds off your argument, poking and prodding at possible holes and the two of you spend the night debating the authenticity of scholarly conclusions on past civilizations.

Something dark and sinister brews within Zandik. He's swift to reel in its rare occurrence, but you know it's there. Even before meeting him, you knew it was there. His rejected thesis easily gave it away. He cares little for anything outside of himself. Everything is just a means to and end for his research. He desires only the answers to his endless questions.

But who are you to chastise him? After all, don't you desire the same?

-

Young!Dottore who bares all of himself to you in the light of the rising sun. It comes after weeks of not seeing him and days of him not sleeping.

He barges into your quaint abode, almost receiving a knife to the chest if not for his familiar ramblings. Ah, that's right. You had given him a key - should he need anything, he can find help in you.

He drags you through the forest by the wrist, hushing any protest from you with an excited grin. It's an easy but out of the way path, one that he's walked a countless number of times.

It's at a disguised entrance at the end of a shallow cave where he stops. Caught in the rush of finally overcoming his most difficult project yet, he didn't think about what he was doing. Not once did he question why he was running to find you. The want. The need. To show you his success was a far too natural instinct for him to ignore.

For the first time in his life, Zandik feels the crippling pressure of fear root him to the ground. What if you report him to the Sages for this? What if this goes beyond your morals? What if you want nothing to do with him after this?

Darkness creeps to the edges of his vision, thoughts tunneling in a way they've never done before. He doesn't want to lose you. He can't lose you.

"-ik? Zandik?"

Your free hand clasps around his while the other stays in his tight grip.

"Zandik, you look awful. Is this where you've been? You need to take better care of yourself, at least the bare minimum."

Anyone else's voice would have been nails on a chalk board. But yours is an exception. Perhaps that's what it's always been. You as the exception. The uncontrollable variable.

Wordlessly his fingers intertwine with yours and he leads you to his biggest secret.

A barely lit cave with only the bare minimum to call it a lab. Papers and chalk boards haphazardly strewn about. The odd combination of damp soil and artificial cleaner wrinkles your nose. But at the center of it all is a child scribbling with crayons.

The matching hues of blue hair, pale skin, and scarlet eyes is unmistakable. You've heard Zandik complain about how he wishes there were more of him, how he could get so much more done. But it was never more than that.

"Is this...what I think it is?"

His hand grips yours, afraid that you'll run.

"This is just the beginning. The replication of human beings is a mere stepping stone to what I truly think is possible."

He turns to you, eyes burning into yours with fervor.

"Think about it, the sanctity of the gods because they hold some great power is foolish. Humans are adaptable. They can have endless potential given the right circumstances. I believe one can become a god, perhaps even greater than. And I know I will achieve this in the future, today is proof of that."

You can feel the rapid thrums of his heartbeat, the blood rushing through his veins. You can feel the determination in every word he speaks. It's familiar. It's exhilarating. It's ambition.

Pure uninhibited ambition radiates from him in tidal waves. It cradles you with blazing flames that sears your skin. The sensation was once forgotten but it reaches your chest and blooms the memories from long ago.

Home. Everything in this moment reminds you of the home you built upon the cruelest lands the earth had to offer.

His skin is cool to the touch as you cup his face.

"Then do it. If this is your goal, reach it."

-

It's been a few months since he's shown you his true self and Young!Dottore could not be happier about the outcome.

He didn't think it was possible to grow so close to a person, to need someone so desperately. He works so much better with you around - he has a chart on it and everything. His efficiency, productivity, everything goes up when he's with you.

Life is smooth sailing for him. His experiments are progressing accordingly. He's on the last parts of his second thesis and he's sure it will pass the academic review. Even his body is in reasonable health, thanks to your constant reminders.

Oh, but how quickly the winds change and the tides turn.

It's in his little slice of heaven that your hell appears.

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Young!Dottore who plans a stargazing picnic and comes prepared to debate its celestial existence. Truth be told, he's noticed you've been a little off lately and hopes this will prove a helpful distraction.

Dinner is unusually quiet as Zandik tries to fill the empty space for two. You're distant and hardly touch the food.

"What's wrong with you?"

The words themselves seem harsh but his tone is soft and laced with concern. He's never been good or decent with emotions but he's trying.

"I-"

A somber torrent of conflict fills your eyes as your mouth opens and closes. Zandik waits with bated breath, his hand reaching yours, imploring you to continue.

"It was tonight."

Every instinct of self-preservation tells you to stop. Celestia erased your existence. Even the Irminsul has forgotten you. But you can't. You can't keep it in anymore. A hundred years of masquerading, of secrecy, of acting ignorant and trying to find so many answers.

It's all too much. And finally, finally, there's someone who has understood everything else about you. So maybe, just maybe, he'll believe what you have to say.

"They killed me this very night."

Layers upon layers of walls come tumbling down as you spill your true identity. Zandik listens intently, his arms holding your shaking body.

Everything you say should be music to his ears. Once you regain all your memories, you'll be an endless pool of knowledge - one far easier to deal with than the Akasha System. Archaic relics, automatons, long lost languages, surely you must hold even the thinnest sliver of information on them. Beyond all this, you're a perfect specimen to dissect.

And yet.

The thought of slicing your flesh raises bile in his throat. He feels an anger with cruel intensity course through his veins. His ice cold heart squeezes as your tears coat soak past his shirt. He couldn't care less about people's feelings but seeing your pain awakens an unruly beast in him.

Zandik pulls you impossibly closer, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is hot against your neck as he speaks so lowly you're not sure you were supposed to hear it.

"Those cretin had no forethought in disposing of such an intelligent and exquisite creature. Together, we will find every answer we seek. No knowledge shall be out of our grasps."

-

If only either of you knew what the words each of you spoke would lead to.

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Published: 09 October 2022

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[tiresomeimagination]

The Demons in the Details (707 x Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's note: This is an entry for @mysticmessengerenglish's fanfic contest. The theme was weddings and I had an idea to try playing with. Hope you enjoy! ^^

You paused in your inspection of the current venue and glanced back over at Saeyoung to gauge his reaction. He looked deep in thought as he scanned the building. You wished you could hear his thoughts… He looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

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Wedding preparations are always tiring. They become even more so when expectations or standards are a bit too particular. Saeyoung was by no means a very picky person. In fact, you often had to nag him about keeping his preferences quiet for the sake of others. So it was a bit out of the ordinary to find that Saeyoung was so critical of every venue you visited. There was always something. It was too public of a spot, it was too closed off, it didn’t have enough exits, and the list went on. Nothing was quite right. You got the feeling that if it were solely up to him, he would just have the whole thing in his bunker.

His mind was racing with every possible worst-case scenario. He had to. After all, he had finally gotten everything he ever wanted. He was reunited with his brother. He had found a new family in the RFA members. He had even found the love of his life. He had…everything to lose. With his father and the agency still out there looking for him, he had far too many enemies to take any chances.

Finally, Saeyoung seemed to reach a decision. “Hm…yeah…this place is nice and all, but I just don’t think it’s us, y’know? I mean… we can definitely do better,” he said with a slight chuckle, attempting to keep his voice light and casual.

You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “This is the fifth place we’ve seen today. We’re kind of running out of options…” You tried to point out as gently as possible.

Saeyoung let out a small sigh of his own as he ran a hand anxiously through his hair. “You’re right, you’re right. How about we just…sleep on it for now? I have some more research to do anyway.”

You knew this ‘research’ probably involved running background checks on all the venue’s staff that would even breathe in the general vicinity of the event.

“...Okay. Yeah… It’s getting late anyway. We might as well go back,” you relented. You wanted to try your best to be accommodating. You knew that he had to do whatever he could do to feel safe.

Spirits were low as the two of you returned to the bunker. There was a certain unspoken tension that neither you nor Saeyoung wished to address. You both made light small talk about the day as you had dinner with him and Saeran as usual, but you could tell Saeyoung was still worried. As much as you wanted to try and talk through things, you didn’t want to push him before he was ready…. And so, even as you retired to the guest room for bed, the topic was avoided entirely for the night.

You awoke a few hours later. After a quick glance at your phone to confirm that it was indeed the middle of the night, you decided to get up and check in on Saeyoung. Experience told you that there was a good chance he got caught up in something and would need to be talked into actually going to bed. However, rather than a chance for playful teasing between you two, what you found when you peeked in was much more concerning.

Saeyoung sat on the edge of his bed, hunched forward with his head in his hands. Without thinking, you entered and quickly crossed the room towards him. 

The sound of your footsteps jolted him out of whatever state he had been in and his head whipped up to lock eyes with you. “…Y/N…?” He asked quietly as if your presence had surprised him.

“Saeyoung! What’s wrong?? Did something happen?” You asked worriedly as you came to a stop by his side.

He took a moment to register your words, still lost in his thoughts. “...Um…yeah…I-I mean no.” He stammered out, pausing to rub tiredly at his face and try to recollect his jumbled thoughts. “Everything’s fine. I just…had a weird dream, hah…” He breathed out quietly.

You frowned deeply and sat down beside him, placing a light touch on his arm. “Do you want to talk about it…?” You asked softly.

He didn’t answer, so you continued. “Whatever it is…you can talk to me. We promised to handle things together, remember? You don’t have to talk about it right now, but I can tell you’ve been worried about something and it’s more than just whether we get married someplace with or without windows, so-”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saeyoung suddenly interrupted your ramble. 

“...What…?” You replied, caught off guard by his words.

Saeyoung took a deep breath in and let it out before he looked over at you. “Things aren’t going to be easy, you know. Living with me…won’t be easy.” He paused, glancing down at the engagement ring you wore on your hand. A sign of your connection to one another.

“...What? What are you talking about?”

He sighed again and gently took your hand in his. “I still have a lot of enemies. You could get caught in the crossfire of any one of them.”

“Saeyoung…”

“Every time I close my eyes… I see everything that could go wrong. And every time I open them again I think about how I’m not ready. If I fail to account for even one possible threat, you could get hurt…or worse…"

"Saeyoung." You called out a little louder, hoping to get his attention off of his spiraling anxious thoughts and back onto you. When he looked back up at you, you continued. "You don't have to bear everything alone anymore. Everyone in RFA has your back. Saeran and I too. We're all in this together. And if dealing with Mint Eye has taught us anything…it's that we're stronger together." You said with a soft smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

You brought your other hand up to gently touch his shoulder. "And to answer your question…yes. This is what I want. You are what I want, and nothing will change that."

The both of you were moments away from tears. Saeyoung quickly pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder and sniffling softly.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt. 

The second half went unspoken but you could hear it loud and clear. He was afraid of losing you. No amount of mere words could quell those fears entirely. They lived so deeply in his heart and you couldn’t chase them all out no matter how much you wanted to. All you could do was try to support him.

You let out a sigh as you hugged him back and let your own tears fall as well. "I love you too.”

Your happily ever after wouldn't be as easy as the fairy tales made them out to be…but you two would be okay so long as you stood together. You weren’t about to let go, and by the looks of his grip right now, neither was he.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger x reader #mm 707 #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #707 x mc #reverse hurt/comfort #mmed #possibly not my best work but eh I was pressed for time and did me best #this went through several different draft iterations hhh #credit to sapphyra for giving me the idea needed to help me reorient my approach and get the fic flowing better #whew it's been a while since I've written for my boi #hope I'm not too rusty #anyways #back into the void I go o7

[windwheeler-aster]

please, let me just take care of you

summary: your busy-bee of a partner suddenly gets sick, but is a little stubborn to accept your doting and care giving right away

masterlist

pairings (separate): mona, sucrose, and albedo x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), is in a relationship with the characters mentioned, and reader is not traveler

word count: 578 words~ per section (2 mins each~)

genre: romance, reverse hurt/comfort

format: one shot

warnings: descriptions of characters being sick (no vomit or anything) and characters (mona) being anxious to get back to work

a/n: currently twirling my hair and kicking my feet while thinking about taking care of my s/o whilst there sick💖 hope you enjoy this💖

Mona feels unproductive while she’s stuck in bed with a cold. She always does whenever she’s sick, but especially now. 

Because right now, you’re bustling around in her poor excuse of a kitchen, making her a soup. Ever since she described her symptoms to you this morning, you’ve taken on the role as Mona’s personal nurse. You waited on her beck and call, serving her fresh, warm meals that surely cost you something. And you’re ever so sweet to her, giving her sweet smiles and making light conversation with Mona so her sick brain isn’t overwhelmed. 

And she hates it. 

Not because she hates you, but more so that she hates that she is being forced to rest. Rent’s due sometime soon, and she barely has enough for it. She knows Goth’s patience is wearing thin, and she can’t afford any other place in Mondstadt as of now. Mona needs to work, making mora through the many side jobs she’s picked up from the Adventurer’s Guild. She absolutely cannot be resting right now, you don’t understand—

“Mona, you better be back in bed when I turn around,” you called from the kitchen, your voice carrying to the front entrance, where Mona was now frozen in place. “I just made some chicken noodle soup for you, so you better be resting like I asked you to.”

She faltered, but relented and went back to bed. “You don’t have to do that, dear.”

You brought her soup with a smile. “I want to, though.”

Mona looked at you, her lips thinning out into a tight frown. “Why?”

“Because I love you?”

“Oh. Well,” her cheeks had turned a pretty pink now, “you don’t need to do this for me, dear. I’ve gotten by just fine before, I really don’t need to rest or stay in bed all day. So, please, just let me—”

“No.”

“No, dear, you don’t understand. I need to complete the—”

You shook your head again. “Mona, what you ‘need’ is to rest so you can be better later. I’m just trying to make sure my girlfriend is taken care of, alright?” you sighed and looked at her once more. “Please don’t be mad at me. I know that you need some mora, and I’ve told you multiple times—”

“You aren’t paying my rent,” Mona snapped, her tone more angry than she meant it to.

“I basically live here.”

“...No comment.”

You chuckled, which made Mona smile reluctantly.

“Alright, babe. Whatever you say,” you tell her. “How about I run a few errands for you? Just so you don’t get overwhelmed by tasks when you’re feeling good enough to do side jobs. Is that alright?”

Mona looked at you, analysing your features. No hidden intent, no mischievous smile. Just her cute partner, being as sincere as you can be in this moment. Nothing to indicate that you’ll hold this above her in the future. 

As if they ever would, she snapped at herself as she met your loving gaze.

She sighed. “Alright. But you better come back in one piece, my dear. It would be a shame if I had no one to take care of me.”

You kissed her temple, causing Mona to blush quite hard. “Of course, Mona.”

She was in shock for a moment, silently screaming and clutching her head in her hands at the loving action. Mona blames it on her illness for making her so flustered. As if she didn’t react like that every time you touched her, no matter how long you two had been together.

She heard the door open and snapped up, quick to yell her adorations to you in her signature fashion.

“I love you!” she stammered out, blushing a deep red when she heard the sounds of Mondstadt driftting in. “Be back soon, please.”

“Anything for you, babe!” you shout back, blowing her a kiss that sent her under the covers, flustered beyond belief. “Rest up, my star!”

And as the door shut behind you, Mona clutched her head under the blankets as her face grew impossibly warm. 

If it’s not this stupid sickness that’ll kill me, it’ll be them, she thinks.

Time management has never been one of Sucrose’s strengths.

Like sand in an hourglass, time slipped by her quickly. Sucrose didn’t mind though, as she found her work enjoyable. She got lost in conducting experiments and writing lab reports, passion and coffee being the only things that fuel her to work. 

But whilst in the middle of her work, Sucrose often forgets to take care of herself. She began to favor coffee over sleeping, staying extra late at the lab so she could complete some “last minute” work before she went home. The lunches you packed for her were left forgotten in her office until the next day, the smell being so pungent she could smell it the moment she enters the room. And don’t even try to ask Sucrose when was the last time she drank water, because she doesn’t know the answer herself.

With these working conditions Sucrose put herself through, it was only inevitable for her to get sick. 

You had to drag her back into bed when she tried to go to work, stuffed up nose and weary eyed. She was insistent that she was fine, despite the snot that threatened to dribble out of her nose. But after a convincing offer of some well deserved rest and relaxation, Sucrose reluctantly agreed.

“M’fine,” she grumbled, squinting up at you in bed. “Don’t worry about me.”

You felt her forehead and chewed your lip in worry. “You’re hot.”

Sucrose pulled the covers up to her head, whining beneath the covers. “Don’t tease me when I’m sick!” You saw her pretty amber eyes and smirked. “Stop that!”

“Oh, you know I didn’t mean it that way,” you frowned. But then you perked up and grinned, “but I will say, you do look really—“

“Ah! That’s enough out of you,” Sucrose interjected, furrowing her brows.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you cooed. You bent down and hugged her through the covers. “I’m just speaking the truth, y’know?”

“Argh, cut it out! My brain’s all mushy gushy already,” she complained. “Don’t need you to make me all mushy and gushy, too.”

You chuckled. “Alright, alright. I’ll go easy on ya, deal?”

Sucrose let the covers down to her chin and nodded. Her face was flushed pink. She shuddered underneath the covers and bundled up more, making your heart tighten. Poor thing, is all you can think as you caress her cheek.

Sucrose nuzzled into your hand, her eyelashes fluttering close. “Mm, honey?”

“Yes?”

“You’re… you’re not mad at me, right?”

You frowned. “Mad at you? Angel, what for?”

Sucrose looked away from you and mumbled, “For not taking care of myself. I know you have better things to do—”

“—than take care of my sick girlfriend? Nonsense.” You leaned down and gave her temple a quick peck. “Don’t fret your pretty little head over that, angel. Now, get some sleep for me, okay?”

Sucrose nodded slowly, turning over to sleep on her preferred side. “Okay. I’ll try.”

You smiled and got up to leave, already planning some sort of dish that could help Sucrose feel better.

“Wait!”

You turned around and looked at her. Sucrose had sat up in bed quickly, still clutching onto the covers of your shared bed. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for doing all this,” she said. “And… and I love you, a lot.”

Your heart sped up quickly, urging you to run over to her and kiss her all over her cute face. But instead, you take a deep breath and lean on the door’s frame for a moment. 

“I love you a lot, too, Sucrose. Now, get some rest.”

Time and time again, Albedo tried to reassure you that he couldn’t get sick. He’s made out of limestone, for goodness sake! There is no way he could possibly be ill, Dragonspine’s freezing weather conditions be damned. So, really, there is absolutely no reason to worry your pretty little head over your boyfriend.

Until there is, in the form of Albedo greeting you with a pair of rosy cheeks and a sniffy nose after spending a week in Dragonspine alone. 

He’s more than aware that his current state is… quite pitiful, safe to say. As soon as he landed on your doorstep, you practically cradled him into your arms and swaddled him in blankets. The whole experience was infantilizing and slightly frustrating, as Albedo kept wanting to assure you he would be fine. Though, he would like to secretly admit that this feeling of being pampered wasn’t too bad, after all.

“Good morning, love,” you greeted from the doorway to your shared bedroom. You nudged the door open with your foot, smiling bright when you saw your boyfriend snuggled up into bed, begrudgingly.

“Good morning,” he mumbled. He raised his brow at the tray you carried. “What’s that?”

You sat down, gently, on the bed and placed it on Albedo’s lap, once he sat up. “Your breakfast. I made sure to make you something that’ll warm you up from the inside out.”

He gave you a strange look, as though he was analysing your actions. It almost made your heart sink.

“What’s that look for?” you asked, sheepishly.

Albedo blinked and then blushed, suddenly realising he was caught up in staring at you. “Sorry. I was just expecting a cheeky ‘I told you so.’”

“Oh,” you sighed, furrowing your brow as you recounted the many times you nagged at him to stay warm whilst away in Dragonspine. “Well, believe it or not, I’m not as petty as you think I am.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

You pecked his cheek and smiled. “I know. Don’t worry about silly things like that, alright? I want you to rest up and feel better, love.”

“I’ll try.”

You gave him a warning look.

“I will,” he corrected himself, quickly. “I’ll rest after I eat breakfast.”

You smiled, titling your head up in victory. “Good. Now, I’ll just be in the other room. If you need anything, just call me. Okay, Albedo?”

He nodded, his focus now on pushing his food around on the plate. “Yes, dear. Thank you for this meal.”

“Anything for you, my love,” you winked at him. “Now, eat up. You need all the energy you can get.”

thank you for reading 💖 all forms of interaction to my posts are appreciated 💖

#wheeler's works #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin one shots #genshin x reader one shots #mona x reader #sucrose x reader #albedo x reader #albedo hurt/comfort #mona hurt/comfort #sucrose hurt/comfort #romance #reverse hurt/comfort

[contentloadingandstuff]

Hi there, could you do more Eula fluff and/of smut contents pls? Of course sub!Eula.

A Quiet Evening - Eula x Male!Reader

A/N: Hello there, tokuroozora! Here you go. Hurt/comfort territory and a more serious theme, I hope you enjoy!

CW: Male!Reader, insults, suggestive, comfort for Eula.

This gif is quite big, but I really wanted sneezing Eula sooo

Soft, red light shines through the open window of your office. You bask in the warm breeze of the evening, and take in the soft sounds of Mondstadt. The soft rustle of the city falls pleasantly on your ears, and the wind pushes various smells into your nostrils. The somewhat pleasant hint of wine from The Angel's Share, the smell of flowers from Flora's shop, and the mouth watering hint of delicacies prepared in the Good Hunter. 

The air was humid - a nice refreshment from today's immense heat. You were lucky enough to work in the office, as being Jean's second-in-command involved doing almost exclusively paperwork. Your wife wasn't that lucky. She had to go out on patrols and sweep the floor with stray Hilichurls every now and then. But that wasn't what worried you the most. Despite her actions, proving the utmost care and good-will she had for the city, the common folk despised her. Not due to her wrong doings, but to her name. 

The simple fact that she was a Lawrence, a member of the nearly extinguished line of the city's former rulers, was enough for commoners to unload their worries on her. Insults flew her way, be they in public or in hushed tones when she passed by. Whore, bitch, slut, gold digger… all those names made your hands clench into fists, your arms instinctively reaching for your weapon. Though it was not befitting of a general, you did use… more direct arguments on a few occasions. But you were feeling more and more frustrated - you couldn't just attack everyone. So, you publicly humiliated one of her offenders, making clear that every snide remark aimed at her was also aimed at you.

After what you've done, nobody was brave enough to challenge you or Eula. More - they were scared of publicly talking about her. Most of the 'history philosophers', as you called them, suddenly went quiet. You reveled in their fear. Still, you couldn't be by her side at all times. You want to, yes, but your duties still have to be done. What would you give up to be with her every time…

Some voices, whether especially insolent or stupid you couldn’t work out, still reached her. Every time you would notice that, even if she didn’t tell you. The way her smile was barely held up, the way her shoulders were tense, the distant look in her eyes and, of course, her speech were all tell-tale signs of some idiot sharing with her the few contents of his brain. Every time your blood would boil, and your Vision would light up. She always calmed you down, arguing that you did so much for her already, and having no hate at all would be very improbable, if at all doable. Eula would wrap her hands around your waist and whisper in your ear soft words of assurance. She told you it was okay, that she could take it. She went with it for her entire life after all. 

For her entire life…

A soft knocking on your hardwood door takes you out of your considerations. You quickly look at the clock on your wrist. Half past seven, the exact time you agreed to meet. She was clearly down this week, and being the loving partner that you were, you decided to lift her mood with a date. 

You reach the door in quick strides, and open it. Your eyes land on her tall figure. She smiles tiredly, and you let her in without a word. Her outfit for the evening consists of a beautiful, flowing but still casual light blue dress, just like her hair. Her high heels click on the floor as she makes her way to your desk, and sits down on it, facing you. You close the door and approach her. 

“Good evening, Y/N. How has your day been?” 

She removes one of her long, silk gloves, and places her hand in yours. You lift it to meet your lips, and place a gentle kiss on her pale skin. It’s cold, but not in an unpleasant way. This was a habit of yours, one to which Eula was resistant to at first. She was ashamed of that, as it was associated with the aristocracy - an unpopular group in Mondstadt to say the least. You took your time explaining to her that you honored not her surname or noble origin, but her deeds, beauty and elegance. She simply deserved to be treated this way. 

Eula still blushes slightly at this little habit, even after all those years together. It makes her heart flutter just as if it was the first time. 

“Very boring, I assure you. The most interesting part of today was the rat found in the library. “You chuckle. “Immediately upon seeing it, Lisa fried it to death with her vision. Poor Noelle had to scoop it up and discard it.”

She smiles as well, covering her mouth with her hand. A habit of the noble, for sure. But there was no reason to be ashamed of it while in your company, not when you treated her this highly every day. 

“Anyway, how is the scouting going? Did you investigate the coordinates I gave you?”

“I did, yes. There was a large camp of Treasure Hoarders on location. “ She responds.

“Well? Did you take it down?”

“I did not, as there was no such order.” After a moment of silence, she adds: “I’m sorry.”

You turn to her, and cup her cheek. She looks up at you.

“You’re excused. It’s not your fault, I didn’t give the order. “ You place a small kiss on her lips. “I will tomorrow, however. We’ll both see it burned to the ground and its denizens served justice, yes?”

“Of course, my general.” She teases.

You let her go, and move towards the wine cabinet. You carefully open the old glass cover and survey the contents. 

“Oh please, Eula. We’re after hours. I stopped being the Befehlshaber about thirty minutes ago. “

A ‘hmpf’ can be heard from her. 

“You dare doubt my judgment of time? This insult will be avenged!”

Your gloved fingers glide over several bottles until they meet an especially old one. A heart is painted with ink on the cork. You move to pull it out, along with two simple red wine glasses.

“Oh no… Please spare my insignificant life, lady” - you emphasize that word, making her frown - “Eula!”

She turns her head in her characteristic fake tantrum.

“Anyway, how about a glass of a hundred years’ Dandelion Wine to start the evening, my love?”

She nods slightly, and you immediately go to open the bottle and pour a small amount of the red liquid into each cup. You hand one to Eula, and she accepts it elegantly. Well, as elegantly as she can, sitting on your desk like that. You look into her eyes, and easily get lost in the colors so alike the setting sun behind the window. She raises her glass in a silent toast. You join her, and you take a sip in unison. Your eyes meet again, but this time she averts her gaze. 

“Eula, is everything alright?”

She doesn’t reply for a moment, opting to instead look out the window. The sky is red, casting a crimson glow on her face. You know that look well, and you don’t like it at all. You place a hand on her shoulder.

“Please, talk to me. Are those people talking nonsense about you again?” You inquire, drawing her attention. She sighs a breath of exhaustion, and rubs her forehead. 

“I… please, don’t worry about me, Y/N. It was just a little tension, is all. I can take it.”

“Eula, please. Look at me. The fact that you can take it doesn’t mean you have to take it. Not when I’m around. Now, you don’t want to tell me their names, do you?”

Noticing the slight, subtle note of anger in your voice, she moves her hand to caress your face. 

“I just want to forget about them, alright?”

You can’t resist her eyes, so soft on yours. You sigh, deciding to let go. 

“Fine, Is there… Anything I could do to help you in that?”

She hums, and sets down her empty glass. She moves closer, your noses meeting as she shyly initiates. You catch on, and catch her lips with yours. You can still taste the wine on her thin lips. 

A moment passes, and you part to catch your breaths. You pant, foreheads resting against each other. She looks up at you.

“You can… take me to bed, if you would.” She leans into your ear, hands wrapping around your neck and legs locking on to your waist. “I need you. Please.”

“With pleasure.”

The curtains flow in the wind, just barely grazing the forgotten wine bottle. 

Thanks for reading!

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[dragonpyre]

Reverse Robins! Follow up to this comic where Robin!Jason meets a certain someone...

Commission info ko-fi

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[amber-sekio]

Oneshot -Diluc needs a hug

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships: Diluc x reader

TW: ooc? ; borderline panic attack? ; nightmares

He was too slow, just like last time. He couldn’t save you. Must he lose everyone he cherished? Must he always be too slow or weak to save the ones he loved? Did Celestia hate him so? 

He cradled you in his arms, your body was cold, much too cold. He couldn’t stop the tears or sobs that escaped, unrelenting. 

Diluc jolted awake, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His breaths are short and heavy. Next to him in bed -where you should be- is much too cold. He panicked thinking his nightmare might actually be his reality until he heard the click of the bedroom door opening. There you stood with a cup of tea in your hand. 

“Diluc, are you alright?”   

Tears brimmed his eyes, threating to fall as he looked at you. Closing the door you quickly walked over to him, placing your tea on the nightstand next the bed. When you sat yourself on the bed, Diluc’s arms were immediately around you holding you so close as if you’d disappear into thin air if he didn’t, and to him and his still panic stricken mind, that was a very possible outcome. 

“Do you want to talk about it, love?” You spoke lovingly, voice barely above a whisper.    

His response was a simple shake of his head, opting to instead pull you closer to him. 

“There’s still some tea left, I could go get you a cup if you’d like?” You whispered fondly.   

His response was a simple “Just hold me please.” His voice wavered slightly as he tried to will himself not to cry. 

You pulled him impossibly closer, his head in the crook of your neck, and as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear, the dam finally broke and his tears fell. His body shook with silent sobs as his tears stained your shirt --but you couldn’t care less about your shirt, your mind was only set on calming Diluc. 

“Please... Please d-don’t leave me.” His voice broke through the silence. 

“I’d never dream of leaving you, my love.” You cooed at him as you shifted yourself and Diluc into a more comfortable position. As his tears slowly came to a stop, so did his rapid breaths as they evened back out in the comfort of your embrace. He eventually fell asleep, not long after by you, falling asleep to a pleasant dream with Diluc in your arms --the tea by the bed long forgotten.  

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #nightmare comfort #reverse comfort #happy ending #fluff #angst and fluff #angst and hurt/comfort #the tea was forgotten

[m1d-45]

Hello! It's a new anon here!

My name is Baby Cat/Out of pocket anon!

If I may, a SAGAU Aether x GN! Reader who has a mortal form that is has similarities to the divine creator but not enough to be confused as an imposter.

I'll clarify a bit, Aether dosent know that his beloved is actually the divine one, but instead thinks that they have simply been blessed with part of their beauty. Tevyat dosent know the creator has descended and is waiting, meanwhile Aether has the creator in mortal form as his darling partner.

-Baby Cat anon

P.S! My cat Duckie has recently warmed up to a new person!

a new tomorrow

a/n: ignore my dogwater schedule i have not written like at all for the past 2-3 weeks ahahah (also this is isn’t very romantic coded but i already hate this piece so my bad g)

word count: ~3k

-> warnings: canon-typical violence, microscopic spoilers for liyue story quest ig

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24

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when you’d first arrived in teyvat, you had fully expected to die, in honesty.

you were up on the top of starsnatch cliff, and had nearly fallen off in your initial panic if not for a sharp wind and a lucky break. you were much more mindful of where you walked after that, but mondstat was littered with impossible cliffs, and your memory of the area was sharply diminished when you didn’t have a little circle in the corner of your screen to remind you where you were.

you grabbed a few low-hanging sunsettias as you walked, making your way across a nondescript patch of grass. your plan was to just eat them as-is, but after a moments more thought into the idea, perhaps washing them first would be wiser. according to your memory, there were four main bodies of water: a lake and waterfall further north, the ocean to the east, cider lake to the west, and the state of the seven… somewhere.

the lake was surrounded by hilichurls and was a bit too close to the anemo hypostasis for your liking, the ocean was a no for obvious reasons, and cider lake didn’t seem like a particularly good idea, not to mention the only closest access to it you could think of was surrounded by hilichurls.

so, the statue of the seven it is. the only problem, of course, was that you had no idea where you were.

you tried to keep track at first, but then you had to climb down from one too many cliffs and had to take one too many detours around impossible ones, and now you were blindly walking. you could tell by the dense forest and the small lamp grass that you were somewhere in the whispering woods, but the thin path you were following have no indication of your direction. you hoped, of course, that you were headed north, but you didn’t know how to tell. the three sunsettias in your arms looked more tempting by the minute, but you were determined to clean them first. not only would that help you get your bearings again, but you’d lower the risk of whatever diseases were native to teyvat.

…which was something to consider further, in truth. your body wasn’t native, and hadn’t grown up with and developed an immunity to the bacteria here. would you get sick? had you already, and just had to wait until the symptoms developed? should you be more worried than you were?

the path around you was opening up, but you were too busy worrying to bother look up. what were the long-term effects of staying in teyvat? would you be intolerant or allergic to the foods here, because your body wasn’t used to processing them? what were the long term effects of-

“watch out!”

would you find out at all?

you looked over your right shoulder, at the voice that had called, and barely get a glimpse of bright gold before something white covers your vision, tiny hands pulling at your shirt.

“come on,” a high voice says, “follow paimon! let’s get away from the trouble.”

paimon-?

you stumble along with her, letting her take you further into what you now recognize as windrise. damn, wrong way.

“ooh, are those sunsettias?” you notice she’s blocking my your view of whatever’s behind her, likely the traveller and some enemies if you had to guess, judging by her presence and the sounds of metal on wood. “they look really fresh, too..”

you decide against trying to lean around her. best not to traumatize yourself on your first day. “uh, yeah, they are. would- do you want one?” you hold out one of the fruits. “i haven’t washed them yet, but…”

“oh, that’s okay!” she takes it eagerly, giving it a cursory wipe with her sleeve before taking a bite. “you don’t really need to wash em, in paimon’s experience! just a quick clean of any dirt and you’re all good to go!”

…that was stellar to hear.

you patiently wait, pretending the grunts and roars and sounds of clashing weaponry don’t exist. you try to offer paimon another sunsettia, since you know in-lore she’s almost always hungry, but she shakes her head.

“one for paimon, one for you, and one for the traveller! that way, everyone gets the same amount, and nobody’s upset!”

you don’t know how to feel about the fact that she addresses him as ‘the traveller’. on one hand, it makes sense she wouldn’t throw his name around like that. on the other, it feels… wrong. not in a way you can put a name to, but something about it is unsettling.

“did they offend you, or something?”

you startle, looking up, and see aether standing right in front of you, flipping through some hilichurl masks in his hands before passing two off to paimon, who puts them in a cloud of stars.

he looks at you expectantly, and you realize you had been frowning at the food in your hands. “o-oh! no, they.. sorry, i was lost in thought.”

he dismisses the rest of the masks into gold sparks with a nod. “are you alright?”

paimon gasps, hands over her mouth as she flies back a little. “oh, paimon forgot to ask! are you hurt at all? you don’t look like you’re from here…”

you flash her a smile you hope covers the change in topic. “i’m fine. and thank you,” you turn to aether, “your help is greatly appreciated-…” what do you address him as? you’ve technically never met, but to call him an honorary knight is probably unwise…

“the traveller is fine,” he says. “and you didn’t answer paimon’s question.” rats. “are you from teyvat?”

you hesitate, but eventually shake your head. “i’m not.”

he frowns. “how’d you get here?”

“i don’t know.”

“..you don’t have anywhere to stay, do you?”

oh no. you recognize that voice. “it’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” you glance around, eventually pointing at mondstat. it’s stunning in person, even from a distance, but you push past its beauty to talk. “there’s a city there, right? i’ll make do.”

“now’s a tense time, even mondstat isn’t as welcoming as usual.”

‘tense’? you don’t remember mondstat being involved in any scandals, and the skies seem clear, so you must be past the mondstat part of the story… “is something wrong? wait, don’t answer that; if it’s tense, then you surely have somewhere more important to be, right?”

paimon huffs. “paimon bets you’re broker than the tone-deaf bard!” wow, okay. “and a single sunsettia doesn’t get you far!”

aether raises a brow. “‘single’?”

“right!” you hurriedly pick the larger of the two, holding it out to him. “as thanks. she’s right, i don’t have any mor- uh, any more to give you, but it’s the least i can do.”

he shakes his head. “keep them. now, regarding your housing-“

“i can stay in mondstat-“

“the entirety of teyvat is on edge right now. the chances of an outlander being welcomed without hassle is low, even for mond.” he thinks about it, paimon mirroring the hand on his chin.

you try to think over the lore, attempting to remember something that could affect the entirety of teyvat. maybe you’re in the middle of the liyue quest? but why would he be in mond… unless you’re beyond the known lore, but in that case he has even less of a reason to be here, and not wherever the crisis is. not that that’s his obligation, of course, but given the trend-

“what’s your name, by the way?” you give it, and he frowns. “ah, that won’t do.” what. “i.. i don’t know about where you’re from, but where i’m from and here in teyvat, there’s a prominent religion that spans nearly the entire world here. this faith is the cause of the conflict i was talking about earlier.”

your heart picks up, and you pray it’s just some weird quirk of the lore you haven’t gotten to yet. maybe something with the heavenly principles? celestia? you regret not reading up on more of the lore now that you’re face to face with potentially a large part of it. “and?”

“you share the name with the primary god.” please don’t be what i’m thinking of, please don’t be- “the people of teyvat are rather protective of their creator, and doubly so now that their presence has gone missing.”

shit.

your mind flashes to all the sagau you’ve indulged in, to the break you’d taken a few days ago because your game had been acting up and you didn’t want to make whatever glitch it was worse in fear of losing your progress.

“oh,” is all you can say.

living with aether is easier than you thought it would be.

by the time you wake, he’s out working for the guild, leaving you and most of the realm within to yourself. you try and be useful by tidying up, but tubby keeps most of the realm clean, so there’s little for you to really do. there’s rooms that weren’t in the game—likely because this is his personal realm—such as a massive library and big sunroom, and you pick through the former on occasion. there’s books about everything, from encyclopedias on flowers in sumeru to the types of silk used in inazuman clothing. everything you don’t understand or want clarification on is bookmarked, and after he’s come home and rested, you both talk about them over dinner.

sometimes he knows the answers to your questions. other times you write them down on a slip of paper, and he takes a detour that day to ask. even if it’s something from a nation he hasn’t visited yet, he somehow finds the answers, returning to you with a longer sheet as he explains. you don’t ask where he got it, nor why he’s so willing to entertain your surely silly questions, but it probably has something to do with the fact that you didn’t fish up a companion that could answer all of your questions about a world you didn’t know deeper than surface level.

similarly, the transition in your relationship was also smooth, so quiet you almost didn’t notice it was happening. it was just so easy to be around him, your familiarity with him outside of the game and implicit reliance on him as an outlander during the mess of teyvat making him easy to talk to.

you didn’t notice when you started greeting him with hugs more often, nor when you started eating side by side at the table, talking about more than just the books. you told him about your world, and he spoke of his, telling you beautiful stories of his sister and their travels.

(“every world i’ve been to has worshipped the creator in one way or another,” he says, pushing his empty plate to the side. “does yours really not?”)

(you make the choice to set aside the many religions on earth. “we don’t,” you say simply, and he frowns, resting his chin in his hand.)

(“how interesting…”)

once he was confident that you knew enough of teyvat and it’s people, he began to take you on his commissions. the realm within was nice, and tubby held good conversation, but cabin fever began to set in after a month or so. he held your hand as you walked, steering you out of the way of monster camps or other adventurers. he didn’t dare bring you on the ones requiring fighting, but you’d helped find lost keys or fallen boards, paimon always certain to pull you away from battle, distracting you with a chat about whatever meal aether would make later.

(“do you guys always cook? doesn’t adventuring pay well?” you asked once, trying to remember how much commissions earned in terms of mora. you never really kept track, nor did you try and figure out how much it was to buy food from places, but surely…)

(“mostly! mora typically goes to either ingredients or first aid supplies. paimon’s thankful he’s a good cook, it’d be impossible to survive otherwise.” she said it so simply, as if it was an easy fact and not awful that they couldn’t afford to eat out even after everything they’ve done.)

(“that’s terrible…”)

(“its not that bad! you’ve tasted his cooking before, it’s great!” that’s true, but- “besides, it’s been getting better recently. with the creator absent, he’s able to take the commissions himself. though it is nice, it’s still worrying they haven’t come back..”)

(the idea that you’ve been indirectly contributing to their situation makes you a bit sick.)

the three of you were walking through liyue, heading for the last commission of the day. shitou, the jade betting guy, needed more ores for his business, and aether was leading you through the city. he’d chosen the waypoint on the western side of the harbor so you could walk through the city, and you were happy he did.

it was so beautiful in person, the buildings and bridges so much more ornate than their models could do justice. the streets were crowded, but you weren’t overwhelmed when aether was beside you, pointing out a jewelry store or a traveling merchant showing off bright balloons to children. you passed one man holding a conversation with a millelith soldier, who was his brother judging by the informal way they spoke and the mentions of shared relatives. you crossed the bridge leading to the eastern half of the harbor, the smell of something sweet and flowery drifting in the air.

“is there a flower shop around here?” you ask, and aether shakes his head, pointing at a building you vaguely recognize.

“there’s a tea house there, and they specialize in rose tea. we could pick up some if you wanted to try it?”

“that’s fine, i was just wondering. i wouldn’t want you to buy something for me if i didn’t like it.”

he stayed quiet, but you could tell he was still thinking about it. “what’s the appropriate way to brew it… wait, do we even have a teapot?”

“i’d hope so, otherwise you’ll have a lot to explain to the adepti.”

he bumps your shoulder as you both begin to turn toward shitou, but you see he’s smiling. “you know what i mean, not that kind of-“

“teapot?”

your steps stopped suddenly, the new voice one you regrettably recognized.

aether turned, greeting zhongli with a smile and a small wave. “not the realm within, don’t worry.”

“that’s good to hear. i’d hate for it to be causing problems.” his eyes flicked to you, seeming to search for something. “and your friend?”

it was weird, the way he looked at you, and aether seemed to pick up on it, stepping forward a bit to block you while also making it seem like he was just turning to face zhongli better. “just someone helping me out. what are you doing out here, don’t you have a shift at the parlor?”

bless aether and his ability to direct conversations, bless him and the speed with which he reminds zhongli of the necessary urgency when working at the funeral parlor, successfully sending the man on his way, even if he gives you another searching look as he does.

“sorry,” aether said, giving your had a squeeze as he approached shitou’s table. “he’s probably cautious because you look like the creator.”

you return it, staying quiet as he hands over the jade and only speaking up once the two of you turn around towards the closer waypoint. “it’s alright. thank you for talking to him.”

he flashed you a smile, putting one hand on the waypoint. “of course. it’s the least i could do.”

liyue fell away in a flash of white, the familiar music of the realm within washing away any lingering feaf or unease from talking to zhongli.

maybe one day you’d come clean, stop lying about reading information from his library. maybe you’d tell him, maybe you’d confess to how crystalflies always seemed to follow you, the wind always at your back.

“what would you like for lunch?” aether called, pulling down ingredients from various cabinets before you even answer because he knows what you’ll say.

“surprise me,” you reply, and he chuckles. the same answer, every time, and every time he manages to find something new to make you.

today you would keep quiet again, as you had every other day. today you would root through the pantry when he forgot the flour, today you would set the table and pull out some paper, asking him about whether or not they had silkworm farms if silk flowers were so common, at least in liyue.

today he would smile, and today he would answer, and maybe tomorrow you’d tell him something he couldn’t reply to.

but that was tomorrow. and this was today.

#baby cat anon #WELCOME BTW HELLO HI SORRY IM SO LATE #genshin #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau aether #aether #aether x reader #sagau x reader #fluff #sagau fluff #genshin fluff #aether fluff #genshin x reader #gender neutral reader #sorry besties ✌️ math and anxiety over my ap class has been kickin my ASS lowkey #only thing in my head is a specific flavor of hurt comfort (oh god could i adapt that into a reverse isekai) and on occasion zhongli #head empty. no juice only hatred for my statistics class #BUT. I ONLY HAVE A CHAPTER LEFT. WHICH SHOULDNT TAKE LONG I HOPE TO GOD #oh GOSH i missed writing for genshin actually wtf #oh man i was so lost in the statistics sauce i forgot how nice it is to be soft sometimes. shit. #anyway play nice with this piece or rip it to shreds idc i know it’s not my best work by a LOOONG shot

[oqwwah]

#DRUNK AS THEY WATCH MY SHATTERED EDGES GLISTEN mirrorball husband miguel

reverse comfort - fluff father! miguel o'hara x spouse!reader , (gn) use of y/n

~ you held your daughter in your arms as you multitasked, trying to boil some water as she rested her small head on your shoulder. when you finally got the kettle on the stove, you moved to the nursery to tuck gabriella in, pressing a kiss onto her forehead as you let her sleep.

you were curled up in your bed, sipping on some tea as you read. you knew that miguel hated when you stayed up later just for him, but you loved the smile he'd unknowingly show when he saw you were awake.

you yawned softly, glancing up when you heard your bedroom door opening, gasping in surprise at the sight.

you were used to everything, always eager and prepared to help him stitch up random cuts, or tend to his bruises, maybe even sticking a couple hello kitty bandaids on his knees, or at least that's what you thought.

his eyes were rimmed a dark red, he looked so unbelievably dejected it made you want to cry too.

"oh poor baby.." you murmured softly, sliding out of your warm bed as you walked towards him, taking his larger figure into your arms as you stroked his hair.

he shook slightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his pretty head into your shoulder.

you knew it was hard for him, you knew he didn't want to admit it. you noticed how he came home a little later and woke up a little earlier. you noticed how he started to appreciate the smaller things in your far from mundane life, dropping gabriella off at playgroup, then you at work, or coming home earlier and surprising you with dinner.

you weren't stupid, you noticed all of it.

"y/n, i-" he cut himself off, "i'm so sorry" he mumbled between light sobs, you felt the fabric of your shirt slowly dampening.

"don't apologise" you mumbled in return, rubbing his back with your palm, "let it all out."

you let him cry, whispering sweet nothings into the skin of his neck.

eventually, he pulled away. looking down into your eyes.

you smiled gently, needing him to know that he was okay, that you were here for him. you wiped his tears with your thumbs as he lovingly gazed into your eyes.

"are you ready for bed?" you whispered, gazing right back at him.

"yeah" he innocently pressed his lips to your forehead, giving you a tighter squeeze before pulling away. you slid back into bed, watching as he changed into his pajama pants.

he eventually got into bed himself, holding you tight against his bare chest. your fingers danced around his white scarring as his breath hitched.

"y/n?" he asked, his voice raw. "i- nevermind."

you glanced up at him, wondering if you should question it or not.

instead, you shuffled up slightly, pressing your lips onto his.

#YOU'LL FIND ME ON MY TALLEST TIP TOES, SPINNIN' IN MY HEELS, LOVE, SHINING JUST FOR YOU.

idk how i feel abt this

#miguel o'hara #astv #fluff #miguel o'hara astv #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader fluff #miguel o'hara x you #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara husband #miguel o'hara x reader angst #hurt/comfort #reverse comfort #i wihs i had a husband #gender neutral y/n #miguel o'hara x gn!reader

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Reverse Isekai Whumpee

What if you were not in that terrible place anymore? What if, halfway between two blows, suddenly, I was standing over you in the park?

It's a grey day, but the wind is sweet. People bustle past us, people who are ordinary and at ease, narrowly missing the moment you appeared, noticing nothing. You blink, and ask me how all this is possible. I say, "By sheer force of will."

Your face is still covered in blood and tears, and you're asking me what country we're in, what world we're in, how did you get here…it's a good thing there's nothing you'll miss from back "home."

I am putting you in my apartment like it's a pocket. How much money do you have on you, and is it in my currency? Do you need to go to a hospital? Are you addicted to anything, and do you need me to buy you some or to help you quit? Don't worry about anything. Just tell me what you need, and we'll figure it out. Paperwork, government registration, what the newspapers will say if they find out about you…I'm thinking about all that, but you…you should just follow me.

Back in grade school, when we brought my first puppy home from the shelter, I was so excited to pick out a dog bed. A bowl. I love this, walking through Walmart in my pea coat with you fussing at my side, protesting as I buy an air mattress to sleep on so I don't have to make you share a bed with a stranger. It would be cute and all, but I don't want to scare you. Just to have you here, standing here impossibly in my space, in my life - that's enough. I'm buying medical gauze. I'm asking what foods you like. What's your favorite scent? We need shampoo. We'll cook dinner later. No, don't worry about my day. A fucking miracle just happened. Everything else is on hold.

I see you scanning, assessing. Checking for threats. You're safe. I see the way it confuses you. I see it start to register. I see your desperation to make the most of it, to grab for power. They kept you down for so long, and now finally, a chance... Go ahead. There is nothing I'll miss if you start a revolution, babygirl.

I have so much to show you. Where do you want to go? What questions do you have? What can you teach me about the way a noble, defiant soul like yours occupies my world? Excuse me - your world. So much is about to change.

You have no idea…I am going to take such good care of you. I am going to give you everything.

#reverse isekai #whumpee x caretaker #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #hurt/comfort #put him in my pocket #take him home like a puppy

[profoundbondfanfic]

To Hold In Your Hands

To Hold In Your Hands by saltnhalo (@saltnhalo) Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 6k

Castiel has never wanted an angel. He does just fine on his own, has for a long time—since he was old enough to hold a shotgun and make a salt circle. He’s proud of what he’s been able to achieve without angelic help, and the longer he can keep hunting solo, the better. But judging by the summons he’s just received to the Men of Letters’ bunker, his time is up. He can’t avoid his future angel partner any longer. (aka. five times that Dean saves Castiel's life, and five times that Castiel slowly learns angels aren't as bad as he'd thought)

In a world where hunters are partnered with angels, Castiel prides himself in being an excellent solo hunter. Unfortunately, the Men of Letters force him into a partneship with one despite his wishes and his dislike for the feathery assholes, and Castiel now goes on hunts with a sarcastic dick in toe. Dean, however, proves himself useful very soon, and Castiel has to face the reality that angels might not be as bas as he thought they were.

This story is a delicious treat for anyone who loves a good reverse verse. Not only because we get hunter Castiel and angel Dean, but also because their characterization is just chef's kiss! Castiel is grumpy yet intrigued by the powerful angel - not that he would ever admit so out loud - and Dean is cocky but skilled in hunting and deadly effective. As Castiel learns to rely on Dean, and Dean grows more protective of his (always in some ridiculously dangerous situation) partner, the two go from apprehension to respecting each other to maybe something more. Castiel's denial about that something more just might get him into the most dangerous hunt he's ever found himself in.

#destiel #fic rec #teen and up #<10k #canon verse #reverse verse #case fic #human!castiel #hunter!castiel #bamf!castiel #angel!dean #bamf!dean #protective!dean #hurt and comfort #wing fic #enemies to lovers #canon typical violence #to hold in your hands #author: saltnhalo

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo

💙 Love Song In Reverse

by timetoboldlygo (@timetoboldlygo)

T, 237k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian gasps back into life without a single memory left. His friends, his siblings, his home — all lost to the fog in his head, nothing more than a mystery slipping through his fingers. What else was there to do but carry himself around in bits and parts, trying to become whole, a letter waiting to be written? He is – he is Mo Xuanyu, isn’t he? In this body, with these people. This family. He has to be Mo Xuanyu, he didn’t know anything else, even if the name sounded wrong. That was all he had. Well, that and Hanguang-jun. Lan Wangji, for his part, has had his taste of love and lost it. In all his grieving and searching, he didn’t expect to find another. - Wei Wuxian gets resurrected, loses his memories, and falls in love. Kay's comments: I devoured this fic, I binged it and it really got its claws in me. I could barely put it down because it had me that hooked. There were so many moments in this story that just peeled my heart open and made me ache in the best way possible. In which Wei Wuxian gets resurrected as per canon, but without his memories. Canon unfolds and of course, he falls in love with Lan Wangji. At the same time, we have Lan Wangji who slowly falls for "Mo Xuanyu" and feels as if he betrays Wei Wuxian. So many misunderstandings and miscommunications and they are struggling, but it all pays off in the end with a wonderful catharsis. Character-wise it feels more The Untamed-like and there's also some background SangCheng and features some stunning fanart! Excerpt: But Lan Wangji was already looking at him, eyes steady. He’d drawn his hands back to rest on his knees. “What do you need?” He could just pretend he hadn’t asked for anything. Lan Wangji would probably let it go; he wasn’t one to push if he didn’t think it was necessary. And it was a horrible feeling to ask this. But he’d said all those stupid words for a reason, so he let the rest fall of his tongue, water droplets on the lake. “Can you say my name?” Lan Wangji did an amazing impression of raising a dubious eyebrow without moving a single muscle. Mo Xuanyu wished for just a second that Lan Wangji was the sort of man who would just take a request like this with no questions, instead of making Mo Xuanyu unravel all the feelings knotted up in his chest. “It’s just that — I don’t have anyone else to say it. Informally, I mean.” There was no one who might call him gently. Xuanyu, his mother might have said. A-yu, come along! And he couldn’t bounce back at her, dragging his feet and demanding carry me, shijie, Xianxian is only three! I’m not tall enough! There was no one at all who might call him anything but a title and it was lonelier than anything Mo Xuanyu could hope to explain. There was no one who could hope to know him more intimately than a “Mo-gongzi.” “Ah, it’s okay if you can’t, I’m just—” “Mo Xuanyu,” Lan Wangji said, interrupting him. He paused, giving the name weight. “Mo Xuanyu.” The name Wei Ying from Lan Wangji’s lips had been cloaked in more warmth than Mo Xuanyu had heard from anyone before. Mo Xuanyu’s name didn’t sound like that. Lan Wangji said it the same way he said everything else. Serious, considered, but not warm.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, retelling, amnesia, memory loss, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, slow burn, falling in love, grief/mourning, misunderstandings, mistaken identity, miscommunication, sangcheng, good parents lan wangji/wei wuixan, past abuse, no homophobia, jiang cheng tries, somebody lives/not everybody dies

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #Kay's Favorite #epic length fic > 100k #Teen #Love Song In Reverse #timetoboldlygo #September 2023 #pov wei wuxian #canon divergence #retelling #amnesia #memory loss #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #slow burn #falling in love #grief/mourning #misunderstandings #mistaken identity #miscommunication #sangcheng #good parents lan wangji/wei wuixan #past abuse #no homophobia #jiang cheng tries

[windwheeler-aster]

Hi!! Can I get a black tea with milk art in a sky blue teacup (gentle touches) with marshmallows on the side? Could it also be reverse hurt/comfort?

deadlines and devotions 

summary: kaeya knew that putting aside all of that paper work would eventually catch up to him. but now he sat in his office, helpless and hopeless, staying there over the weekend to try and keep up with work. however, he did not expect you, his dearest friend and crush, to come help him just when he needs it most. 

masterlist | event

customer’s order: a black tea (kaeya) with milk art (one shot) in a sky blue teacup (gentle touches) with marshmallows (friends to lovers) on the side. extra: customer would like some reverse hurt/comfort.

pairing: kaeya x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), works at the knights of favonius, is close/good friends with kaeya, and reader is not traveler

word count: 1,979 words

genre: romance, friends to lovers, reverse hurt/comfort

format: one shot

warnings: deadlines for paperwork, kaeya feeling overwhelmed/wanting to breakdown, friends calling each other petnames, kaeya laying his head on your lap, playing with hair, exaggerated forms of expression love/how it feels (suffocating, pulsating) random/not planned out confession, and slight suggestive language/themes used (can still be read without suggestive interpenetration)

a/n: man, this one was tough to write!!! but i got it done, and now i hope i fulfilled your request💖 oh, and that you have a good read ofc💖

The sun’s light streamed in through Kaeya’s grand windows, highlighting the small dust molecules that floated through the air. When it landed on the books decorating his shelves, it revealed the thin layer of dust on each one. Truth be told, Kaeya hadn’t touched a single one of them since he had moved into this office. Although his copy of the Adventurer’s Handbook, which was incredibly outdated, had a thicker layer than the others. It had been an unexpected gift from the previous person who worked at his desk, seemingly left behind in forgetfulness.

Jean’s words echoed in his head. “I need these papers all filled out by Monday. I can’t keep waiting on you forever, Kaeya. It’s draining.” 

Kaeya shook his head slightly. “Alright, focus Alberich, you’ve got a job to do.”

He knew her words weren’t meant to be mean, but still Kaeya felt a small part of his heart break. Jean had always been direct, even blunt at times, when she needed things to be done. And Kaeya knew that she was just as stressed, and having all this spare paperwork lying around his office did no one any good.

So, why did he feel like breaking down after only filling out ten lengthy patrol reports?

“Archons above, Jean’ll eat me alive if I don’t hurry up,” he said under his breath, sorting out the papers into three piles. “Okay, this pile will be for the monthly reports…” 

He murmured instructions under his breath, only so he could remember them later. Kaeya’s eye skimmed over each paper’s title and date, determining what pile and order to put them in. 

Although it wasn’t the best use of his time, Kaeya felt less overwhelmed to do this. Technically, it is helping me later, he reasoned.  

A knock on his door pulled Kaeya from his thoughts. He froze, letting the paper in his hands go. For a moment, Kaeya’s exposed eye followed the paper as it flew to the floor. Then two gentle knocks moved his attention to his door.

He swallowed thickly, standing to retrieve the paper. “Come in,”

To his surprise, you carefully creeped into his office. He watched with great curiosity as you closed the door quietly behind you, shifting the papers in your hands.

“Hey Kaeya, I heard Jean asked you to fill out those papers. So, I wanted to help you out,” you looked up from the papers and smiled at him. “I hope that’s okay.”

He couldn’t help the faint smile that crept onto his lips. “Of course, any help is welcomed. Especially if it coming from the—”

You chuckled. “Oh, there’s no need for that now. It’s just us here, no need for titles and formalities when it’s just two friends working.”

“Well then, if you insist,” Kaeya smirked. 

You grab the paper that had fallen on the ground. Wordlessly, you hand it over to him as you place some of your weight onto one foot. Kaeya’s breath hitches when his fingertips brush against yours as you hand off the paper, but he’s sure you didn’t hear it. 

“Alright, if you just pull up a chair next to me,” he murmured, “we can get to work.”

You follow his suggestion, careful not to scrap the chair’s legs on his nice wooden floors. “How would you like me to help you, exactly?”

Just sit there and be there for me, please. “If you could read over some of the papers I’ve already written, that would be incredible. Just give it a look over, make sure everything that needs to be there is and that it makes sense,” Kaeya rests his face onto his palm, eyeing you with an emotion you could not recognize. “You think you got that darlin’?”

You giggled. “Are we still doing this?”

“Oh? I have no idea what you mean,” he playfully rolled his eye, letting it land on the stack of papers in front of him. 

“The pet names,” you clarified. "And, if that’s the case, you better get used to being called sweetheart, sweetheart.”

“Me, a sweetheart? I’m afraid that you’re mistaken, my dear—”

You elbow him in the ribs, enough to hurt but not for long. “Oh, quit being so hard on yourself. You can be incredibly sweet when you want to, therefore proving that you are indeed a sweetheart.”

You lean over to look Kaeya in the eye, intent to make him a little flustered with direct eye contact. But your friend only looked at the papers in front of him, quietly scribbling down something. Behind his eye was little to no emotion, and under it was a heavy bag. 

“Sweetheart, when was the last time you slept?”

He blinked multiple times, his cheeks growing warm and his eye widening. “O-oh, I think I took a quick nap last night. There’s no need to worry about me, though.”

“How long were you asleep?”

“Something like three or four hours, I don’t know,” Kaeya dismissed, stifling a yawn. “Really, it’s not a big deal.”

You raised your brow. “Kaeya—”

“Listen, let’s just get to w-,” he interrupted himself with a large yawn, closing his eye as he did so. “Let’s just get to… to work, ‘k?”

“Or, hear me out,” you suggest, pushing your chair away from the desk. “You take a break and I’ll fill in some paperwork for you.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that—”

You smiled menacingly. “Well, good thing I’m not asking you. Now, Mr. Alberich, get on the couch and get comfortable.”

His cheeks were set ablaze at your words and commanding tone. Kaeya tried to appear nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders and pretended to follow your suggestion. Yet as he got up from his chair, he stumbled over to the nearest couch. Kaeya practically buried his face into his hands once he sat down, trying his best to hide his flustered face.

After grabbing your things, you let yourself fall back onto the couch. A gentle smirk spread across Kaeya’s face as he watched you bounce. However, his covert glance was still enough to garner your attention. 

He was shocked when you patted the space right beside so nonchalantly. But he still moved closer to you, albeit slowly and hesitantly.  

You offered Kaeya a gentle smile. “Would you like to rest your head on my lap? I hear it’s easier to sleep when in the close company of a loved one.”

His mouth opened in shock, but then Kaeya quickly snapped it shut. Did you already know of his feelings for you? But- but he did everything to make sure that—

“I-if you’re not comfortable with that, I completely understand,” you mumble. “I just want to help you get some rest, that’s all.”

Oh. 

“Of course I don’t mind,” he slid down the couch, slowly moving his head onto your lap. 

You hummed, gently guiding his head down. A peaceful look graces all of Kaeya’s face as his head lands on your thighs. Kaeya gently turns over so he faces your stomach, letting a gentle sigh leave him. You refrain from giggling at the sensation and instead choose to focus on the paperwork in your hands.

At one point while you were reading, your hands found their way to the base of Kaeya’s head. You gently scratched at his scalp, missing the quiet whimpers and gasps he let out as you did so. Your fingers pulled at stray bunches of his hair, careful not to pull them harshly, and twirled them around your index finger idly. But when you looked down at him, Kaeya stilled beneath your touch once again.

“Is this okay?” you whispered, knowing full well your friend was still awake.

He blinked slowly, now pretending he had just woken from his deep slumber. Kaeya tilted his head to look up at you, a sight you were realizing you could never be tired of seeing. Then he smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “it’s more than okay.”

“You must be pretty tired if you’re just accepting all of this so quickly.”

“Mm, I’m pretty, that’s for sure,” he practically nuzzled his face into your hand, “and you are too, of course. I think you’re probably the prettiest person in all of Monds— no, in all of Teyvat.”

“Probably?” 

“Okay, fine, you are the prettiest person in all of Teyvat.”

You giggle, patting his head in thanks. “Well, that’s very kind of you to say, Kaeya.”

Silence filled the office as you continued to pamper Kaeya. However, no matter what you did, it didn’t lull him back to sleep. 

Which was no fault of yours, technically. Yes, you were the reason why the blood pounded in his ears. Yes, Yyu were why his heart picked up the speed, pulsating against his ribcage over and over again. His thoughts raced as he looked to your stomach as some of the ideas made his cheeks warmer and warmer. Even imagining the simplest of actions, like holding your hand or hugging you from behind, made the butterflies in his stomach soar as he imagined it. 

“Kaeya? Are you alright?” you asked, moving your hand away from his cheek and to his forehead. You let out a gentle gasp, pulling at Kaeya’s heartstrings simultaneously. “Oh no, have you come down with something?”

Kaeya felt bad that this would be how he would confess. But it felt like another moment without speaking his mind would be another moment wasted. He didn’t even care if you rejected him, Kaeya needed to get these suffocating feelings off his chest already.

“No, I just love you,” he blurted out.

“Oh archons, you really have come down with something haven’t you?” you frowned. “I knew all this stress wouldn’t be good for you. Now you’re just being delirious.”

“No, I— I love you,” he explained. Kaeya sat up, moving your hands off of him and into his own. “I love you so much it hurts, and I can’t let another day pass without letting you know.”

You blink slowly at him, reminding Kaeya of the owls that perch in the trees on his patrol route. “You… you love me?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “what? Is it really that hard to imagine? I must have done so well at hiding my feelings from you if you can’t even believe it.”

“No, it’s not that,” you shook your head. “It’s just that… never, in my wildest dreams, would I ever think you’d like me back.”

You leaned forward, startling both you and Kaeya. You both chuckled nervously, taking note of the small space between you two. Then chuckling faded away quickly as your eyes trailed down to his lips. 

Kaeya’s eyes drifted down to your lips and his grip on your hands loosened. And he physically gulped, as his nerves got the best of him. Because despite his vast experience, you still made him feel like he was about to have his very first kiss. You still made him feel so young and in love, two things Kaeya believed he would never feel again. 

“May I?” you asked for him, grabbing his cheek tenderly.

He smirked. “Of course.”

You and Kaeya leaned in at once, gasping then giggling as your noses bumped against each other’s. But then Kaeya grabbed your chin, tilting you gently to the right. For a moment, all was still in his office as he looked up from your lips and to your eyes. Your cheeks grew impossibly warm as Kaeya finally leaned in, connecting both of your lips together.

“This is much better than I ever imagined,” you murmured against his lips, kissing him over and over again. You felt more desperate now, craving the taste of his lips when you were only an inch apart. “You’re much better than I ever imagined, Kaeya.”

He smirked. “I better be. Now, c’mere. I’m not done with you just yet.”

thank you for reading 💖 all forms of interaction to my posts are appreciated 💖

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[mysticovo]

Hiya! Could you do a Rise!Donnie reverse hurt/comfort fic?It could be about anything,I just feel like that silly goose needs a hug or something.✨🌕

I studied code because I wanted you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was falling in and out of sleep. The sound of a keyboard filled the almost silent room. Soon the noise switched to tinkering, then back to typing every few moments. The relaxed breathing slowly became strained. A few angered mumbles drifted through the air.

I opened my eyes to a room bathed in purple. My face resting on something green and scaley. I originally came to the lair for a study date with my boyfriend, Don. Eventually it evolved to me on his lap cuddling him. I suppose I fell asleep in the process of it.

He was probably running updates on Shelldon or fixing whatever his brothers must’ve broken, again.I shifted my head to the side to gaze down at what he was working on. It was a…smart..toaster? I feel like it was used in another pranking war by the others.

He took of the case and was focusing on fixing the very, very damaged internal machinery. Specifically the heaters and power source. While also untangling the wires. It wasn’t working as he planned. He slammed down the screwdriver in his hand and slapped the other over his eyes.

“Dee?” I asked. He jumped once i said something, “ Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I am”, he replied. His voice was wavering. The hand around his eyes tightened while the hand on his desk drifted to my back and hugged me closer to him. His entire body was shaking and his breathing became heavier. I sat up to fully look at him. It seemed as if he was on the verge of tears. “Oh Don”, I sighed out. That…might’ve been the final straw before he broke into tears. Donnie shoved his face into my top and threw an arm around my neck. I hugged him closer to my chest and laid my head on top of his. The sobs were a muffled mess and it was all I could hear. We sat there for a while. I don’t know for how long but it felt like hours…

A muffled noise came from Donatello. I looked down at him as he shifted his head to the side.

“What was that?” I asked him softly, I didn’t want to overstimulate him when he was already upset.

He sat back up and brought back that mask he usually had, the bad boy one of course.

“Never mind…I’m fine”, He mumbled back as he rubbed the last few tears out of his eyes.

“Donnie…you can’t just say you’re fine when you just broke down like that..” I at him again and brought a hand to his cheek/beak. He was avoiding my eyes. He was..hiding something. “You can tell me anything.”

“I just-“, He sighed and looked down at our laps,”-I’m the tech guy. I’m the smart one. It’s all I’m good for….if I can’t do this simple fix and be that, why would any of you need me..”. Tears had welled back up in his eyes, his voice was wavering again and it seemed like he was holding the cries back. He was…trembling.

“Don, none of us could ever think that-”, I paused, hugging him again and rubbing my thumb against his beak,”-Plus you’re more than that. Why even made you think that we wouldn’t need or want you?” I started to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

“You see everything my brothers do and are. Raphael is strong, everyone thinks Leo is funny and the face of the group and Mikey’s the creative one. I’m nothing like them..”, He mumbled it again, his gaze softened as he looked into mine.

“Donnie, I wouldn’t want you any other way. Preferably nothing like your brothers….no offense to them though.” I sort of laughed when I said it, I didn’t mean to though. I didn’t really expect him to laugh as well. More of a chuckle maybe? At least it was boosting his mood.

“You’re still funny at times, I love it when you make a science related joke that almost nobody gets. I sometimes get them though. You’re strong as well, it doesn’t matter if it’s with some tech or not. Remember that time you swung an entire giant drill with just a Bo stick? How is that not strong? What about all the battle shells, the turtle tank and all of the other tech you’ve made? You wouldn’t be able to without some creativity. I know you say you’re not like them but you are in your own special way. And I love that..I love you..”. I smiled at him, he had an expression on his face that was sort of hard to make out. I think it was a bit surprised, but somewhat happy? I gently and softly kissed him on his beak, right next to his mouth but not on it.

“I…love you as well…”. He mumbled it again. It was a hard thing for him to vocalize.

“please don’t ever think like that again. Now…do you wanna go back to cuddling? Maybe you can ramble as we do…”, I smiled at him and pressed my forehead against his.

“I’d..I’d like that..” He smiled back and hugged me, moving to grab his forgotten screwdriver.

“Want to hear some facts about uranium?”

~~~~~~~~~~~ The title is from Rat by Penelope Scott. I hope you liked this moon anonnie! Sorry it took so long! It’s been sitting in my school notebook for a while and has sort of become an inside joke from one line. Points to whoever guesses it. 💜🐢💜

(⌒▽⌒) Bai my mystic deers!!

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[sh1-n0bu]

✿ 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✿

Character: Vampire! Scaramouche x Reader

Warning: Blood, biting, nudity (but nothing too nsfw, y’all just open your button up shirts), cursing, angst, fluff, hurt/reverse comfort, gn! reader, Scaramouche might be a bit OOC here, Victorian!AU, a bit of everything lmao

no beta-read, we die like my will to live

first time actually writing on Tumblr low-key nervous ngl🤭

‘Whew, what a long day. But at least I managed to sell a lot tod-‘ hearing a glass shatter as you were closing up your tiny herbs and medicine shop was definitely not the way you wanted to finish your night. Your little shop was the only one that sells medicine in this small town without charging for extra moras unlike the big, famous ones the rich people like to go to. Everyone in this small town was forever grateful and respectful to you and your shop. Whenever your new boxes of goods would come, the people would always lend you a hand without you asking for it, and for that you were always grateful. So when your shop’s second floor window suddenly got broken in by a short man with a noble people clothes, you were greatly surprised. But now was not the time because he was bleeding and you don’t enjoy letting blood get everywhere unless it’s the small surgery room.

“Sir! Sir, can you hear me? Sir? I need you to get up so i can carry you to the surgery room!” shaking his shoulders while asking him basic questions, you definitely know his still alive because he still had a pulse. Before you can forcefully drag him like a corpse to the lower floor, the man yanked you down to the floor and straddled your waist.

“Hey! What do you think your doing?!” usually you’re not one for violence but if he was drunk off his ass and was thinking of molesting you, he’s got a rough, calloused hand to be slapped by.

“Shut up… I don’t h-have enough time… for your stupid babbling… nonsense…” before you can question what he was mumbling about the stranger tore off your cravet tie and had placed his mouth on your neck.

“You-?! Get off of me this instant you- Ow!” when you tried to kick him off, the stranger pinned your hands down and bit your neck harshly. You can already feel blood pouring out and it was not pleasant. Through all of your suffering the man was sucking and licking the blood off, almost like a depraved animal and you swore you could feel something akin to animal fangs penetrating your neck before your vision started to have black dots in the corner and you passed out due to blood loss.

—

When you woke up the next morning with a perfectly bandaged neck and your assaulter coming into the small attic room with something to eat and drink, you were ready to throw hands. It didn’t matter to you if he was some rich, snobby, nobleson or even the son of the queen. For all you care, this son of a bitch bit your neck so hard to the point he drew blood and caused you to pass out.

“Oh, you’re awake. Now before you start screaming your lungs off like a banshee let me explain myself first”

“And why the hell should I? You son of a bitch bit me like a fucking animal!” he chuckled at that. Now that you actually took a closer look at him, he was a rather odd looking fellow. There wasn’t anything rare or monstrous about his looks but, there was just something odd about him. And one thing you learned from years of running and managing a shop all by yourself is to trust your guts.

“Well you’re an interesting little thing. I have never met a human who reacts like you after what happened. But if you want me to explain myself then you have to keep your mouth shut little mouse”. You certainly didn’t like the way he referred to you. Like some kind of an insect, some kind of a toy that’s for his amusement who will later on get thrown away if he lost interest in you. But as long as he doesn’t get a centimeter closer, then you’re willing to cooperate.

“Fine. But if you get closer to me I won’t hesitate to smack you out of the window you broke last night” he laughed dryly at that. Seems like he was getting more and more amused by you and your choice of words.

“Oh, you’re an interesting one little mouse. Makes me want to keep toying with you like this. So little mouse…” he stalked closer to you despite what you had just said and leaned down to look at you right in the eyes. You didn’t like it. Not one bit. You wanted to punch him in his face and knock his teeth in but moving has never felt harder and your limbs has never felt like tons of bricks before. So you decided to challenge him and stared right back. The stranger’s stormy violet eyes seemed to darken and swirl. Getting uncomfortably close to your face he asked

“…Do you believe in vampires?”

—

It has already been 11 months since your run in with Scaramouche. Ever since he dropped the bomb that yes, vampires are very much real and not just some fairytale told by story-tellers and your parents to keep you awake at night you and Scaramouche had started some odd relationship. He would come by every now and then, through the door thankfully, and stay the night or a few in an exchange of helping you out with your shop. You would sometimes teach him a thing or two about herbs, medicines, wound treatment and he would talk about his kin and about himself if he feels like it. And on some nights, he would tear off your tie, forcefully pin you down and suck your blood until you passed out then in the morning you would scold him as he treats the bitemarks that he caused. It was a very strange relationship, the two of you had. More intimate than friends but not intimate enough to be considered lovers. Reading each other like an open book but also not exactly knowing what each other do or even enjoy. It was an odd line Scaramouche and you two were threading on.

The bells that hung above your hole in the corner shop’s doors jingled softly as someone came in. The medic knew who it was for this had happened all too frequently. A creaking of the woods sounded closer and closer until the person plotted down on the couch of the backrooms. Finishing up cleaning some jars and boxes, the medic saw the very same vampire they formed an odd relationship with over the last 11 months.

“How was the trip?”

“Fucking tiring” came the groan of Scaramouche. Snickering at his dramatic self, they handed him a cup of tea. The vampire gulped down the whole cup of tea, ignoring how his throat burned. Setting the cup down Scaramouche got up from his seat confusing the shop-keeper.

“Are you leaving again this so-?” before they could finish their question, said vampire began taking off his clothes. Tailcoat, tie, blazer, white button down shirt all fell down on the couch he was sitting on.

Coughing into their gloves, the medic turned their face away hoping to conceal the blooming red on their face, trying to forget what just happened from their memory. Now, the medic was no prude and they got quite used to seeing half naked people due to some harsh injury treatments. But no man they ever performed on was as good-looking as the hot vampire standing in front of them.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? When the shop is still open none the less?” bringing a hand up to cover the side of their face so they won’t accidentally look at his half naked form, the shop owner tried to cool off their face.

Looking at the flustered medic, the vampire smirked, a very mischievous idea forming in his head. Taking the hand that was covering the side of their face, the purple-head looked up studying every detail. His smirk widens when your face gets redder, loving how he was teasing you. His other hand came up to hold your chin, leaning his face in closer and closer to yours, until he suddenly pushed you down on the couch. The hand that was holding yours pinning it down while the other works on taking off your tie and unbuttoning your button down shirt.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing now?!” grabbing the hand that was stripping you, your [c] eyes looked at his stormy purple ones.

“I’m thirsty. I’ve been away for a week and i’ve only been drinking animal blood and those were fucking disgusting”

“Then why did you take off your clothes dumbass?!”

“They were dirty” he was quite blunt with it. After looking in his eyes if he was lying or not - finding none - you sighed and slowly let go of his hand, letting him finish with his previous actions. Now basically both of you were half-naked.

Fuck, the sexual tension is too damn much, why isn’t he biting? By now he should be on his process of sucking you dry until you pass out but he wasn’t. Instead he was just looking down at you.

Scaramouche’s POV

Oh fuck. He had you like this before but at that time he was too blinded by his hunger he didn’t realize just how damn ethereal you are. Gently running his hands over your tummy and up your chest, he noticed how you shivered and your breath hitched under his fingertips.

Then he looked up at your face, how you were biting your lips and red you were in the face. Your gorgeous [c] eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to bite you, to take your blood, to mark your whole body as his-

‘Oh fuck. This is bad’

When the vampire first met you, he only became acquainted with you just to quench his thirst and hunger but over time he had gotten attached to you as more than just bloodbank. Not only were you understanding, you were also kind, thoughtful, hard-working, intelligent and down-right intoxicating. Then he remembered the dream he had a few nights ago. In that dream he had you just like this. You on your back, beneath him but the difference was that you two seemed more… intimate than whatever you two have going on now. But right now, it wasn’t a dream.

It was real.

You were underneath him, shivering from his cold fingers, red faced, looking up at him with those eyes he fell for. Gulping, Scaramouche leaned down to your neck but instead of what he always does, he started placing soft kisses up your throat and to your chin. He noted how you flinched, shutting your eyes and how your free hand came up to his shoulder not being able to decide if you should push him away or not.

‘Fuck. If you keep being so intoxicating like this how am I suppose to give up on you?’ Scaramouche thought while leaving gentle kisses around your neck and shoulders, sometimes leaving hickeys or gnawing at your skin just to feel you flinch or squirm.

‘Do you have any idea how much I wanted this? How much I wanted you beneath me like this? Flinching and squirming, wiggling and moaning as I make you mine? I wanted it so much I even fucking dreamt about it. I want you. I want you so badly [Name], can’t you see?’ kissing up to your neck once more he finally bit down on the same spot he always bites, sinking his fangs deeper and more harshly just so he can hear you bite back your pained groans and squirm in his hold.

‘I want you. I want you [Name]. I’m a monster that drains someone’s life away and you’re someone that saves others. We’re opposites and yet there’s a saying that goes opposites attract. I know I shouldn’t but I want that to be true so badly’ after gulping down some he retracted his fangs, looking down at you just to see you staring back at him with your soft smile and kind eyes.This snapped something in him as he bit down on the other side of your neck harshly, almost as if wanting to completely tear off your neck. The way his mood changed caused you to jolt and yelp loudly in pain.

‘Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Stop smiling at me. Stop treating me like a human being or else… I will fall more deeper and I won’t be able to let you go’ Scaramouche stopped and moved away from you, panting and licking his mouth. Both sides of your neck were covered in blood, old and new bite marks littering it while you were panting, trying to recover from his last merciless attack. The sight made him tremble. He wanted you. He needed you. But you weren’t meant for him. He was a monster, you were a medic. He was a killer and you were a savior. Maybe it’ll be best if he just leave you behind and run far away-

A gentle hand on his cheek snapped him out from his spiraling dark thoughts. Looking at you, you were still wearing the same kind expression.

‘You being mine could never happen. But i’ll cherish every moment I share with you as long as you’d let me’ leaning in Scaramouche started cleaning your wounds then softly kissing and leaving hickeys on your upper body.

‘I could never have you’ another kiss ‘but I can’t help but yearn for you’ another bite ‘so i’ll stay here. Right by your side as long as you’d allow me to’

‘I love you. But i’ll kill this feeling over and over again if it means you will be safe and happy’

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[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Chokehold

(Sanzu/Takuya in bad Toman Takemichi timeline)

(drabble)

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

This song goes perfect with it:

Warnings: The Dove Isn't Dead But Is Not Looking Great. Dubious Consent. Substance Abuse. Angst. No smut at all, just angst.

(Mikey's existence haunting the narrative, also called background unrequited HaruMai. The cursed name joke is totally pun intended, if you know you know)

Notes: Well... This is a total surprise. I saw a fanart of Sanzu wearing red high-heels next to glow-up Takuya and my brain got possesed. So like always with rareships, I was suddenly starving and had to create something about them.

Also, I know @lucifugousart will provide us with some art of them sooner or later, the images are now hunting your brain. 😌

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

Takuya wakes up feeling like shit. The sun is burning his eyes, too bright for his hangover brain, to not feel his head hurting with it. His mouth feels dry and his throat scratches when he tries to swallow. To be honest, there isn't a part of his body that isn't aching right now, but his neck and his mind are the worst of it.

He doesn't remember too much, but the flashbacks try to flood his mind. A maniacal laughter, stabbing pain on his thighs.

He looks at the man sleeping next to him, pink strands scattered on the pillow. Is not the first time this happens, but Haruchiyo is still a mystery for the blonde. No, Sanzu. Takuya has to correct himself, something that is starting to become an habit lately. Is difficult to not get attached, to remember how dangerous this man is. Even for Toman's standards.

Blood. Red high-heels pressing his neck. A poisoning tongue licking every mark, hands playing with his choker. Ripping it off with hungry eyes.

Sanzu's job inside the organization is unclear for anyone who isn't a high ranked member. The only thing everyone knows, whispers with fear, is that he's the one that deals with traitors. His loyalty is unquestionable, he never disobeys a direct order even if he tends to have his particular way of follow them (always more violent, more loud). At the same time, he doesn't seem to be on the claws of Kisaki, not totally at least (Takuya envies him so much for that, he has seen on his friends the price of being mere puppets).

They were both completely intoxicated and he can't find the will to hate the other. No matter if the memories makes him want to throw up, if the violence really scared him this time. He doesn't blame him, no more than he blames himself.

One of the fews that actually still talks with Mikey, that always knows where their boss is, like an obsessive shadow. Maybe that's the point, Sanzu's true loyalty is to the one who was once called Invincible (he suspects that's also where the pinkette's heart is, even if he'll never dare to ask).

He wonders if he would've allowed Sanzu to do all that to his body if he had been sober. If Sanzu would've done it if he had also been sober. He shivers, not wanting to know the answer to that.

Sometimes, Takuya feels there is two different people inside that damaged man. The unhinged criminal, the psychopath, the mask he shows to the world (like an irony of the one he used to wear back then).

Possessive, controlling, the one that fucks him raw without mercy. Always demanding more, craving every piece of him.

And Haruchiyo,the one that breaks in his arms when he's too high to contain all that pain. His vulnerability feels even more raw, too honest, too broken. Takuya wonders who is Haruchiyo looking when he tears up, caressing his blond locks with an affection that feels too deep for being directed at the younger boy.

Another flashback hits him, sweet voice on his ear, a complete opposite to the actions on the rest of his body. A name repeated on a loop, making him finally try to resist, to complain. Not that the other cares, who knows if he even realizes, too deep in his delusion. In that cursed name. “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...”

“...Morning, pretty neck.”

Finally, a voice mumbles next to him, aquamarine eyes staring at his neck when he turns around. Haruchiyo touches the marks, guilt crossing his face when he does it.

“Last night... Shit. I'm sorry.”

Is just a whisper, so weak that he almost misses it. But it's full of shame and remorse, feelings that Takuya know too damn well (that are engraved in his body deeper than any mark or bruise the other could do to him).

“It's fine, we were both high. Don't worry about it.”

He tries to shrugged it off and kisses him softly, showing the same sweetness he learned to hide inside of Toman. Earning a faint smile in return, a couple of arms suddenly clinging on to him. Haruchiyo buries his face on the mistreated neck, exhaling loudly with relief. Deeply inhaling his scent right after, almost like it was oxygen.

Is difficult to not get attached and Takuya finds less reasons to resist every day. And it's fine, right? Everything is just fine.

If it wasn't for his body remembering, everything could be fine.

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