#through matter of circumstance or perhaps simply for amusement

[yaksha-lover]

First Love/Late Spring

Summary: Having a gorgeous prince as a soulmate is practically a dream come true. Unfortunately for you, Leona doesn’t exactly care for things like fate and love.

Leona Kingscholar x Reader (Soulmate AU), background Malleus & Reader

CW: Leona is a jerk/toxic also possessive, mild discussion of class issues, unrequited love

His first words to you, written in beautiful script on your wrist, hadn’t made your mother excited at the prospects of your soulmate, but you hadn’t much cared about their brashness. Growing up, they were all you had to fantasize about as a distraction from your tedious life.

Meeting Leona had finally changed that, crumbling your hopes of his first words simply being a misunderstanding to dust.

You hadn’t grown up in the the Sunset Savanna, but you’d been able to catch glimpses of him here and there because of your place in Briar Valley’s court. The child of the Draconia’s head servant, you’d grown up in the halls of the castle, often attending to the royals while helping your mother. Despite your station, Malleus never treated you differently, often asking his grandmother to give you time off to play with him, for which she conceded with a smile and ruffle to her grandson’s head.

You remember the first time you’d seen Leona. He was merely a child of fourteen, a couple years older than yourself. Him and his brother had come for a diplomatic visit, the two princes strutting through the large halls. One brother warm and friendly, the other as icy as the snow that fell outside the castle that day.

Leona had caught your attention immediately. You watched him, transfixed as you hid behind the skirt of your mother. Your soulmate mark hadn’t even been at the front of your mind, but even then you’d felt an instinctual pull toward him. There was a sense of familiarity there, almost as though he was the prince you had grown up around and not Malleus, despite never having spoken to him.

Even as your mother forced you out from behind her to stand in a respectable line with the rest of the servants lowering themselves into a bow in front of the foreign princes, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

Leona hadn’t glanced at you even once during that visit.

Years passed before you ever laid eyes on him again, but he would still grace your thoughts from time to time. Lord Malleus and the queen didn’t have guests very often, so his visit lingered.

You’d asked Malleus about him one day, wondering aloud about the second prince of the Sunset Savanna. The fae hadn’t known much. He’d also been strangely silent for the rest of the evening, so you wondered if perhaps you’d touched on a sore subject.

Those were the days when you were still a child and allowed to play alongside Briar Valley’s heir. Before your stations caught up with you. Back when you were allowed to be friends, instead of ruler and subject.

It was your own mother’s insistence, more than the queen’s, that forced you into days away from your childhood friend. Now that you were growing up, you had much to learn about how to run the domestic side of a kingdom, ensuring everything would be perfectly coordinated to keep the royals happy. After all, you were expected to replace your mother’s position and serve Lord Malleus after she passed.

Now, you rarely saw Malleus apart from when you were serving him his meals. When you’d bring him his breakfast in the morning, he’d try to chat with you, but you had to leave apologetically with all the chores you needed to do. You could tell by the softness of his voice, lacking in his usual amusement, that he was disappointed with your absence, but you hadn’t had much choice.

Once Malleus departed for NRC with Lilia, you saw him even less. Soon, Silver and Sebek followed, leaving the castle to have fewer familiar faces to liven your day. You weren’t a magic user, but you’d known that even if you were, you’d never have been allowed to leave the castle. No matter your circumstances, the one thing that kept you holding on was the fantasy of your soulmate coming to sweep you away from this life of simplicity.

-

When Malleus was in his last year of schooling, you turned eighteen and were permitted to temporarily visit Lilia and your prince.

Arriving at NRC, the two guided you to their dorm, where you would be staying for your visit. The other students had stared at you as you walked into Diasomnia; apparently it wasn’t common for anyone to have visitors, but the headmaster had made an exception for the Draconia’s.

All the other rooms were full for the school year, so Malleus agreed to let you stay with him, as he had his own single room.

As you unpacked your things, Malleus floated a second bed into the room. You thanked him softly, and he nodded in turn. It saddened you a bit, how things had become so distant between you and your childhood friend. You understood, of course, you were practically living in different worlds; his full of magic and royalty, yours of mundaneness and servitude. Despite the lack of time spent together, you hoped this visit would bring the two of you closer together again, dispelling some of the awkwardness you’d felt since returning to his presence.

After settling in, Lilia promised to take you on a tour of campus. Malleus had housewarden responsibilities to deal with, so he bid you a goodbye and left you alone in his room. Your eyes settled on the greyness of the walls; just like home. It seemed Malleus, too, found comfort in the familiar.

Lilia knocked on the door, smiling at you excitedly before pulling you into the hall, giggling all about the excitement to come. He showed you around the campus grounds, pointing out the different dorm uniforms and various areas he found interesting.

-

“Oh dear,” he suddenly remarked, “I’ve forgotten to remind Malleus of the housewarden meeting again.”

Lilia took your hand again, pulling you towards the other side of the school, despite your protests that Malleus had already known.

“Just one reminder isn’t typically enough for Malleus,” he said.

Soon enough, the two of you arrived in front of a small room. As Lilia tried to peek in the window to see if Malleus was already there, you approached the door, curious of this new place. Before you could look too closely at the name on the plaque, the door swung open, leading someone on the other side to crash into you.

The man managed to steady himself, but you fell backwards, landing painfully on your tailbone. You stared at the lion beastman, noting his strong build. His flowing brown locks fell across his shoulders, his cute ears perked on the top of his head. His piercing jade eyes were narrowed in judgement, but you found them beautiful all the same. He scoffed when he saw you sitting pathetically on the ground after your fall.

“Who the hell are you?” he glared.

The words rung in your ears, leaving you shell-shocked even as he awaited an answer. The words you’d dreamed of, over and over again, romanticizing every possibility and hoping they were different to what they sounded like. You couldn’t form a response, only staring up at your apparent soulmate, the prince from so many years ago, Leona Kingscholar.

“Whatever, I don’t care. Just get out of my way,” he huffed, leaving before you could even get a word in.

You’d heard rumours about Leona before, but it was hard to know which of them was true. People often said that Malleus would turn you to stone with one look, and that was the farthest thing from the truth.

Lilia, when you inquired briefly after Malleus’ silence on the topic, had informed you that Leona could supposedly be quite disagreeable. You hadn’t thought much of it then, let alone the words on your wrist.

Now, Lilia giggled for a moment, before helping you up. “That’s the Kingscholar fellow who visited Briar Valley when you were a child.”

“I know,” you replied, too lost in thought to realize your sleeve had slid up, allowing Lilia to catch a glimpse of the very words Leona had said a few moments ago.

He looked back at you, surprised. “Leona is-”

“So rude!” you interrupted him as Malleus exited the meeting with the rest of the housewardens. It seems Leona left as soon as he could, while the rest lingered behind for a moment. “Can you believe he knocked me over like that?”

“Kingscholar harmed you?” Malleus asked, approaching you. His eyes hardened as they scanned over your body, searching for injury. “I will take you to the infirmary.”

“No need,” you waved his concern off. “We just bumped into each other.”

Lilia watched the exchange between you two, and you held eye contact with him, imploring him not to share his discovery with the prince.

“You actually made it to the meeting, Malleus?” Lilia inquired, thankfully changing the topic.

“Yes. It seems having MC here reminded me.” Malleus smiled gently at you.

“I’m glad to be of service.” You smile back, happy a bit of the awkwardness built up from distance is going away.

“No,” Malleus said. “While you’re here, you’ll be under no one’s service. Certainly not my own.”

“Thank you. That means a lot, Mal,” you replied, using a nickname for him that you haven’t used since you were children.

The light dusting of pink that coloured his cheeks went unnoticed by you.

-

You stayed up that night, just thinking about your soulmate. All this time you’d wondered who it could be, only to find out you had already met him years ago. Not only that, you’d admired him. You wanted to deny it, but even back then you’d felt an intrinsic but inexplicable pull towards him.

You’d never considered it could be because he was your soulmate. After all, the two of you couldn’t be more different. Were you really destined to find him after being locked away in Briar Valley your entire life?

For better or for worse, Leona was yours. Even he couldn’t deny it with your first words to him presumably printed on his own forearm. Sure, your first encounter hadn’t been the best, but you’d probably just caught him at a bad time.

Despite your fears, you resigned yourself to try and talk to him at the next possible chance.

-

You’d thought about talking to Lilia about what to say to him, but you quickly dismissed the thought. As much as you loved him, you knew Lilia was hardly a romantic by anyone’s definition but his own.

Instead, you enlisted the help of Silver to point you towards the direction of Savanaclaw, Leona’s apparent dorm. Thankfully, he hadn’t asked too many questions and only wished you luck, dropping in a quick warning about avoiding angering anyone in the dorm. It seemed Savanaclaw had many strong fighters; it was no wonder someone like Leona was their leader.

Silver spotted a shorter boy as you approached the dorm, calling out to him. “Hello, Ruggie.”

The blond boy walked towards him, eyeing you by Silver’s side. “Silver. Who is this?”

“Malleus’ guest. They’ve come to see Leona.”

“Leona?” he questioned, turning to you. “Why do you want to see him?”

“I have my reasons,” you replied, not exactly wanting to tell this stranger about your relationship to his housewarden.

“No can do. Leona’s in a bad mood today. If you annoy him anymore, he’ll just take it out for me.”

“Thanks for taking me here, Silver. I’ll be okay on my own for now.”

Silver took the hint and stated that he’d see you back at Diasomnia, before heading off. You turned back to Ruggie.

“I’m his soulmate,” you revealed, pulling up your sleeve for him to examine Leona’s words. You hadn’t wanted to, but Ruggie looked awfully reluctant to take you before.

His eyes widened, suddenly much more aware of you. Ruggie’s eyes surveilled you top to bottom. “That does sound like him. Huh. I was beginning to think Leona didn’t have one.” He shook his head. “Okay, I’ll take you to his room. He would probably want me to. I think. But I’ve warned you, he’s not feeling good right now. You sure you still want to see him?”

You hesitated to reply for a moment. Your first interaction with him had gone terribly wrong. Your poor heart couldn’t risk another one, but you also knew if you waited even a day longer to speak to him you’d go stir-crazy.

“Take me,” you told him. You would need to face Leona sooner or later.

-

Leona’s room was huge in comparison to the others you’d passed by. Every surface seemed to be draped in luxury silks and handmade tapestries of only the finest quality. It’s high ceiling and fancy decor gave it an open feeling, but also one of impersonality. You couldn’t get a grasp on him at all.

He was sleeping when you entered, which should have been your first sign to turn and run. Warnings about ‘waking a sleeping beast’ and all. Ruggie had approached Leona, urging him quietly to wake up. Leona glared at him, until he turned and pointed at you, standing in the doorway.

“You again? Get out. Ruggie, what the hell? You just bringing anyone in here now?”

“I’m out of here,” Ruggie said, quickly leaving the room.

“What do you want?”

“My name is-”

He interrupted you, bored. “That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m your soulmate,” you blurted out. “Sorry, I know this isn’t the best way for us to officially meet but-”

Leona instinctively glanced down at his arm, furrowing his brow. Surely enough, the beginning on an introduction swiftly cut off was printed on forearm. He’d wondered about the abrupt end of the sentence back when he was younger. He took a few seconds to examine you as you stood rambling on.

“Do you really think I care? Being my soulmate doesn’t make you special. You’re just as pathetic as the rest of them.”

You hadn’t expected him to sweep you off your feet, but his cruel words cut deeper than you’d thought. You felt yourself tearing up, no matter how you tried to resist it.

“I’m sorry you feel that way. But I won’t stop trying, you know we’re meant to be toge-”

He glared, looking down on you. “You’re a pathetic little herbivore, through and through. Even if I cared about having a soulmate, do you really think I’d want you?”

It hurt, even though you think you’d known what was coming. To be rejected by one’s soulmate was unthinkable; did he truly find you that repulsive? You fled his room, not willing to hear anymore of his words.

Leona, exhausted from his day and only half-remembering this interaction, went back to sleep.

-

The next day, Ruggie found Leona napping in the garden.

“You know, that was harsh, even for you. Rejecting your soulmate? What were you thinking?”

“I know. Stop eavesdropping.”

“Whatever. I think Malleus is on warpath now that you’ve broken the heart of his guest.”

“Malleus’ guest, huh?”

“Yeah. Apparently they were raised as a servant in his castle.”

“That lizard has been ordering around my soulmate?”

“Now you care?” Ruggie asked, exasperated.

“Fine, I overreacted yesterday. You caught me at a bad time. It’s not a big deal.”

“I think Malleus would disagree.”

“Will you shut up about him?”

“I’m pretty sure your soulmate would too.”

“…”

“You fucked up, man.”

“Whatever. It’s either disappointing them now, or disappointing them later. They’ll get over it.”

“Why’d you even say that stuff about not wanting them as a soulmate? They’re certainly attractive, and seemed nice enough.”

“I needed to get rid of them and finish my nap.”

“Once again, you’ve fucked up.”

Leona glared at him. “I told you, I know. My soulmate was bound to hate me at some point or another. Why disappoint them by letting them get to know me and then finding out? Plus, I don’t need someone dragging me down with sappy shit and more responsibilities like dates and anniversaries.”

“Dude, soulmates are literally designed to love you. I know this is rich coming from me, but maybe don’t be such a jerk for once.”

With that, Ruggie left Leona behind to stew in his thoughts.

-

“Malleus,” you cried into his shoulder. “He doesn’t want me. My own soulmate!”

You’d been able to mostly hold it together when you returned to Diasomnia, but after Malleus had asked you what was wrong as you were about to sleep, all the pent up feelings burst through in waves of angst and regret.

“Kingscholar has always been a brute. You deserve far better.” Malleus stroked a hand gently over your head, moving to wiping away stray tears from your cheek.

“No, no, he’s right. Why would he want to be with me? I’m just a pathetic magicless human, there’s no reason-”

“Stop,” Malleus orders sharply. “I will not allow you to talk about yourself in this manner.” He leaned in to pull you into his arms, whispering gently into your ear. “Anyone, prince or not, would be the luckiest in the world to have you. I wish you might see yourself as I do, my dear.”

“Malleus,” you sighed, missing the true meaning of his words and instead plunging the knife deeper, “sometimes I wish you were my soulmate instead of him.”

He only dared to speak his response once you were well asleep, snoring from across the room.

“As do I.”

-

Over the last few days of your visit, you tried your best to avoid Leona, but it proved more difficult than one would think. No matter where you went, he seemed to appear, watching you from across the field or cafeteria or classroom. Thankfully, Malleus stayed by your side the entire time.

That was, until he was once again forced to attend to housewarden duties. Feeling the need for fresh air, you resigned yourself to taking a walk around campus.

Unfortunately, you managed to run into Leona again. Without Malleus by your side, he finally approached you. Knowing that you would be forced to face him eventually, you waited for him to speak.

“Where’s your guard dog?” he asked dryly.

“Busy. What do you want?” you echo his words back at him.

“The real question is what do you want? First you come around claiming to be my soulmate, now you’ve got the lizard’s scent all over you. What, you want him instead?”

You glared at him. How dare he act like you were in the wrong after what he’d said to you. “And if I do?”

Your words lit a fire in his eyes, replacing the tired apathy. “You want Malleus? Too bad. I’m the one the universe designed for you. You belong to me, and no one else.”

Taken aback by his response, you replied: “What’s your problem? You’re the one who rejected me.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind about you.”

“And if I have too?”

“Take it up with the universe, I guess.”

“Screw you.” You’d thought, hoped, that he might try for an apology. You suppose the words on your wrist had been a warning instead of an opportunity.

“MC.” He called your name as you started walking away. “I know you feel what’s between us. I never really believed in this ‘fate’ shit, but I even I can’t deny it. Why do you think I approached you? I guess I can’t help it. I don’t know a thing about you, and it pisses me off that I want to.”

You stand rooted in place by his confession. He’s been horrible to you, and yet his words ring true. You do feel it, no matter how much you don’t want to. You want to be near him, getting some kind of sick pleasure out of how he’s been hovering around you the past few days.

“You know we’ve met before. Back in Briar Valley.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Obviously. You know, I never wanted to go on that dumb visit. Father insisted, but now I know, everything was done to put as together, MC. No matter how much we try to stay away from each other, no matter how angry we make each other, we’ll also belong to each other, and I think you know that.”

You are his and he is yours. Those green eyes look at you, and you know your decision has already been made.

“You have a lifetime of things to make up for, and we’ve only just met.”

“I know,” he smirks. “Good thing for you, soulmates are for life.”

#leona is a meanie here im sorry i love him but he’s a jerk and emotionally stunted #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #malleus draconia x reader #leona x reader #malleus x reader #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi #silver vanrouge #twst #twisted wonderland

[themissinghand]

Genshin Impact: Queen's Guard Dog [1]

Part 2!

Summary: In which you are Tsaritsa’s closest retainer and servant, the one who is at the Queen’s beck and call.

You are Brighella, the Queen’s Guard Dog.

Or, the Harbingers treat you a bit differently. 

Pairing: Tartaglia, Arlecchino, Pantalone, Il Dottore x GN! Reader

Note: Okay. The Foutaine Trailer though? I simply had to write something for Harbingers.

Warning: None.

★・・・・・・★

To Tartaglia, you are a mysterious shadow. 

You weren’t a Harbinger, but your status makes you one, if not higher. 

Like a shadow, you appear and disappear with an elegance that matches Her Majesty. But unlike Her Majesty, your heart has not frozen from the truth of the world.

As such, you would appear more human at times. 

Which was why Tartaglia would dare to ever approach you when he first became a Harbinger, and actively seek you out whenever he could.

He wanted to fight against you, but he never had the opportunity.

Yet, who knew he would be the one approached by you. 

“Brighella. It’s been a while.” 

“Brighella, how have you been?” You smiled in response and nodded in acknowledgement. 

“La Signora, Tartaglia. Her Majesty has bestowed me your mission.” Your voice was quite relaxed, almost sing-song as you pulled out a scroll. 

In an instant, Tartaglia and Signora knelt on one knee and bowed their heads, your were Her Majesty’s proxy and your words should be treated as if they came from Her Majesty herself. 

“Go to Liyue, and take Morax’s Gnosis.” 

“We will obey your order!” They both chorused and stood up. You nod in approval before the scroll evaporates in midair. 

“Good. That is all.” La Signora immediately left without looking back at all. Typical. 

“Brighella.” Tartaglia called out, making the Guard Dog perk up.

“Care for a spar? Help me warm up before I fight Morax.” He proposed, watching you with his challenging eyes. 

Slowly, a dangerous smirk rose to your face, making him excited too. 

But to his disappointment, you quickly returned to your composure.

“Perhaps when you rise in rank, dear youngest.” You reached out with one hand and ruffled his hair. 

Tartaglia widens his eyes in surprise, but he takes full advantage of it by leaning forward and enjoying the attention from such a high entity like yourself. 

“Then, I look forward to your success.” Before you left, he had grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. 

“Of course, Your Highness.”

To Arlecchino, you are a deceptive actor.

You are a shapeshifter, one that could be adapted to whatever the needs of the scenario might be, to any circumstance or play.

The world is your stage, and with each performance, you unveil a new face, assuming countless aliases to deceive those around you. You don’t discriminate in who you fool, so long as it brings joy to you. 

But Arlecchino could see through your intricate web of deception, and easily pinpoint you in the crowd. While others may fall prey to your cruel manipulations, she remains untangled, resistant to your deceptive allure.

“Brighella, stop with your disgusting act.” She says with her stoic expression, but you know she’s hiding her amusement. 

“Then why do you clap? Dear Arlecchino?” 

In a world of illusions and falsehoods, Arlecchino is the one who understands the craft of acting, the art of transformation.

“Ha. Don’t get ahead of yourself Brighella, Your act is nothing more than a distraction, all that’s left for you is pity for your worthless act.” She approaches in strides, easily reaching you in a matter of seconds. 

She raises your chin with a finger and stares into your eyes. 

It’s dangerous but thrilling. This game you two play.

“Cut the crap, tell me what you’re here for.” Authoritarian as always, some things never change. 

You responded to her move with your own, bringing a strand of her hair to your lips. 

(Who will fall first?)

“It’s showtime my dear Knave. Her Majesty expects a good show.” Both pulled away with their masks thrown aside. Arlecchino bowed deeply. 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

To Pantalone, you are an unsatiated dog.

Money slips through your fingers effortlessly, as if you give it little thought. Perhaps this lavishness is merely a facade, a clever act to hide your true cunning nature.

Pantalone, however, sees the duality within you. He witnesses your unwavering devotion towards Tsaritsa, but beneath that surface, he also sees your selfish motives, your relentless pursuit of personal gain at the cost of others.

You are shrewd as you are “kind”. You are greedy, just as you are “generous”. 

But Pantalone can’t say such things about you, when he’s the same, or when he’s fully enjoying the benefits of your “generosity”. 

“Brighella, to what do I owe the pleasure of the Queen’s Guard dog?” 

“Oh dear Pantalone, it’s that time of the year again.” Though you had your usual smile on your lips, you stood upright and expectant. 

The yearly report requires a thorough checkup of all Harbingers’s work, accomplishments and progress since the previous year. This will then be reported to Her Majesty for her discretion.

“Of course, let me show you around.” Pantalone offered a hand, which you took graciously as he led you around the Central Bank of Snezhnaya, reporting every single thing that needed to be heard. 

As always, he expected your arrival and your purpose, and had always prepared ahead to ensure nothing but perfection and luxury reached your eyes. 

After all, your eyes are Her Majesty’s eyes. What you see is what She will see. 

So why do such pests have to exist and make a mistake in front of your presence? 

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness! Please spare me!” A little rat dare spill wine on you? 

Before you said anything, Pantalone covered your eyes with his gloved hands. A quick shuffle of feet and a muffled cry before it slowly faded into nothing but silence. When Pantalone uncovered your eyes, the employee was out of your sight. 

“Your Highness, please come this way. I will get you a change of clothes immediately.” 

“Be sure to ‘take care’ of the little servant. After all, it was just one mistake.” You advised, when suddenly a few employees rushed forward to take care of you. 

Pantalone didn’t need to be told twice, it was what he intended after all. With a subtle bow and a glint in his eyes, he responded with the utmost courtesy. 

“Your Highness, I promise you will never see that servant again.”  

To Il Dottore, you are an ancient antique, a relic from a bygone era. An ageless monster as rumours would say, as time seems to be nothing to you.

Throughout the years, Il Dottore has seen you in action.

Where you are a masterful liar, and an inveterate schemer. If a plan fails, you have a magnificent ability to weave the situation in your favour and make it the fault of others. But such an occasion is a rarity, where Dottore had only seen once in his life. 

After all, you are meticulous and calculating underneath your charming facade.

From a sinner to an innocent, Dottore marveled at how you manipulated the scene at a moment’s notice.

But that was not what caught his attention.

It was your seemingly timeless existence that has remained unfazed for a long long time by Her Majesty’s side. Your existence has never been confirmed and he had always wanted to be the first to discover.

To him, you are an enigma, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

So when you arrived in his lab to congratulate him on achieving a higher rank, he was thoroughly pleased. 

“To think Your Highness would be personally here to congratulate me and deliver me such good news from Her Majesty, I am honoured.” Dottore grins as he bows before you. 

“You have shown your skills worthy of Her Majesty’s praise, as such, you may ask for a reward.” 

“Oh, any reward? Is this from yourself, Your Highness?” A sly smile rose to his lips. 

When Brighella nodded, Dottore immediately extended a hand. 

“I would like a sample of your blood, Your Highness.” 

“Oh?” You had a knowing and sly expression on your face. 

“Yes, that is all I need.” A beat of silence, before you placed your hand in his.

“Then, I will fulfill your curiosity.” Dottore had never been happier. 

With your approval, he obtained your blood sample without any problems and immediately began formulating experiments in his head. 

Not before gently placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your elbow, where your blood was taken out.

“Your Highness, I promise to bring you results.” 

#manga #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fic #genshin impact fanfic #genshin #harbingers x reader #genshin harbingers #fatui harbingers #tartaglia #childe #childe genshin impact #tartaglia x reader #childe tartagalia #gn reader #x reader #genshin x you #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #pantalone #genshin dottore #fatui arlecchino #il dottore #dottore #fatui #pantalone x reader #the tsaritsa

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Alhaitham — Let You Break My Heart

cw: hanahaki disease, major character de4th, angst

It first happened during a sunny afternoon, the same day Alhaitham first smiled at you. A soft smile, barely even noticeable, but it was certainly there. His eyes tinged with amusement as they bore through yours, and the world was brighter for a moment, though, it was gone just as quickly as it came.

However, the same can't be said for the lingering feelings it has left in your chest.

It started out as simple warm feelings blooming in your chest every time you see him, choking on air whenever his eyes meet yours, the feeling of your windpipe closing up whenever he shows any emotions towards you. It was lovely, those feelings, and you never wished for them to go away.

Until the coughing started.

Blue petals tinted with red now lay on your palms and you could only look on in horror.

Alhaitham can't know. He can never know.

But Alhaitham is intelligent and observant, and you're a dear friend to him. He was bound to notice the increasingly frequent trips to the bathroom, the poorly hidden efforts to cough, and all the petals peeking out of your pockets. It was only a matter of time before he questioned you—before he found out.

When the inevitable finally came, you were already prepared to accept your fate. But Alhaitham had other plans. While you closed your eyes and braced yourself for rejection, Alhaitham simply looked on as unbothered as he could be.

"I love you too,"

And his confession felt like a vine that wrapped itself around your heart, its little thorns digging themselves into the flesh to solidify their position there.

The next few months were the happiest moments of your life; Every day with Alhaitham was too good to be true. He cared for you, he made sure to look after you the best as he could, and made you feel loved as much as he could, despite him having the emotional range of a brick wall.

He kissed you, held your hand, brushed his fingers through your hair every morning, and held you in his chest every night. Not a day goes by that you don't hear him professing his love for you.

But your illness never got any better.

Every day he left for work, you would hunch over the bathroom, whole flowers surrounding the place.

Daffodils. Please respond to my feelings.

Blue Roses. Unrequited love.

Snapdragons. Deception.

And every day, you rush to clean everything up, careful not to leave a single petal behind that will clue Alhaitham into the ever-growing illness that's supposed to have left you ages ago.

It was unheard of, this case of yours, as Hanahaki Disease is supposed to go away the moment its bearer finds out that their feelings are returned, and yet here you are with vines poking out of your throat and flowers in your palms, struggling to breathe.

Perhaps, it was because despite your boyfriend's constant reassurance that he loves you, despite his actions to convince you... deep down, you knew it was all a lie.

Deep down, you knew Alhaitham isn't capable of loving you.

It was only a matter of time before your illness gets the better of you, so you never said anything to him. You allowed yourself to enjoy his act. You relished in his touches, ignoring the flowers pushing past your throat every time he tells you he loves you.

You allowed yourself to live in a lie.

And when the day finally came, you lay in the bed of the man you loved, not able to move anymore and he walked in on you like that. Tucked in his bed, flowers everywhere, it would have seemed romantic in a different circumstance.

Not a single emotion can be seen on his face as he approaches you, one hand reaching out to hold onto yours. In a last effort to communicate with him despite the restraints against your throat, you finally asked for the last time.

"Did you ever love me?"

The moment his irises look away from yours, you allow your tears to escape, his gesture was enough to answer your question and you didn't have the energy to inquire any further. You wanted to thank him for everything, for at least trying for the past few months, but the rejection was enough for your illness to reach full bloom.

One last time, Alhaitham leans in to place a final kiss on your temples, hoping to, at the very least, ease your pain.

In the bed of the man you loved, with your hand still in his, and his lips pressed against your skin, you took your last breath.

And for Alhaitham, that was the beginning of his end.

Hunching over, he, himself started coughing, and the flowers that came from you were mixed with ones that came from him.

Crimson Rose. Grief. Regret.

Purple hyacinths. I'm sorry.

Orchids. I will always love you.

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you

[gmalaart]

The Spectacled Beholder

Name: Doctor Emon Cavendish

Gender: Left it on the surface (he/they))

Height: 6'4" (197cm)

Occupation: Enquirer, working under the Honey-Addled Detective’s wing.

Prominent skills: Watchful, Shadowy, Persuasive

Prominent quirks: Subtle, Heartless, Hedonist, Steadfast

Reputation:

Dr. Cavendish hasn’t been in London long but they’ve surely been busy. It isn’t uncommon to see them skittering through alleyways and avenues alike, keen eyes flitting this and that way in search of opportunity. Not much is known for sure about them, just that he came from the surface and took to the city like it was his to begin with. However, there are rumours about a brother they apparently have on the surface, about their previous life being an overly sheltered one, or even about their academic pursuits being a front for activities tied to The Great Game. For now, the doctor hasn’t sworn allegiance to any faction yet, and their intentions remain a bit of a mystery to any prying eyes.

Personality:

SUBTLE; despite their eccentric appearance, Cavendish is nothing if not discreet. They’ve apparently spent a lot of their life avoiding people’s scrutiny and they prefer to be a fly on the wall rather than the centre of attention.

HEARTLESS; simply put, Cavendish doesn’t much care for the wellbeing of others. They’ve seen what it does to people, caring too much, and they’d rather avoid the hassle. Close relationships are quite alien to them due to this fact, but he’s amused when people try to form one (and someday, someone might sneak through one of his cracks)

HEDONIST; on the surface, the good doctor was said to be a bit of a shut-in, rarely leaving his family’s abode unless strictly necessary. Those restrictions are far behind them now, as they set out to sample all that London has to offer (especially the honey that their Detective friend is so fond of).

STEADFAST; despite their many faults, Cavendish is known to be a person of their word. That word may be bought with coin, secrets or favours, but outside of exceptional circumstances it is a matter of first come, first served.

+bonus: ALLERGIC TO BOREDOM; Cavendish has curiosity in spades as well as an overactive mind that can’t go very long without entertainment. A discerning mind will realise that this is the prime reason why they struggled in high society and why they decided to delve into Fallen London instead. Their smile is brightest when discovering something new and slightly scandalous (perhaps a bit too bright). Due to this they are also quite attracted to all manner of non-human beings found in the Neath.

Example Dialogue:

"Miss Bean,

If we are to cooperate in our investigation I must INSIST on getting rid of those wounds all over your person. I am acquainted with matters of the flesh and its rending (as I am sure you garnered from the scar across my own face, hah!) and I know that leaving a wound untreated is sure to cause unnecessary bleeding at the most inopportune time. If you were to leave a dripping trail of blood behind us right as our investigation is coming to its climax, why I fear I would have to abandon you there and then! And I would so miss your charm. Meet me in my lodgings within the next three days, I have some medical supplies left over from my latest errand for the Department of Menace Eradication.

Ever your servant,

Dr. E. Cavendish”

#fallen london oc #fallen london #art #original character #digital art #my art #the spectacled beholder #here they are!! finally!! #I spent a bunch of time just rendering this but I’m quite happy with the result #just in time to start the heart’s desire ambition and definitely not lose their soul

[genshin-scenarios]

Reunion: Pretenses [Part 3]

Read the first series (Adopt a Wanderer) here! An AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world - a found-family series.

Summary: A new (but familiar) person meets your acquaintance, but perhaps things aren't quite what they seem?

Warnings: contains spoilers of Wanderer's story in the archon quest!

Part 2 <-

-> Part 4

Despite your awkward attempts to bid him goodbye, Wanderer did a pretty good job of finding interest in your temporary home.

From what you can tell, he currently has no memories of his past, stuck in that uncertain stage of the Archon Quest after he’d tried erasing his existence. However, while you had an idea of Wanderer’s circumstances, a part of you still couldn’t get used to seeing him like this.

“So you found this place from exploring the forest?” He studies your small home, taking a quick look around. The space feels much smaller with two people, but you push that thought to the back of your mind.

“It’s nothing much.” You’re not sure if you should be wary or worried for him, with how good-natured he’s been acting ever since you met earlier. “I’m sure you would’ve seen better homes during your travels.”

“Sometimes when I wander too far away from civilization, I end up sleeping through the rain under a tree.” Wanderer chuckles to himself. “I’d be quite happy if I found a spot like this to return to.”

“R… Right…” For lack of better words, you resist the urge to ask him if he’s okay. “It sounds like you’ve traveled quite a lot.”

“Not as much as I would’ve liked.” He pauses. “I feel like I’ve been searching for something that is still unknown to me, even till this day.”

'If you smile as you feel joy and cry when in grief, isn't that enough to be considered human?'

The voice of your past self echoes in your mind, but the words die out before they can reach your tongue.

“I’m sure you’ll find it eventually.” You offer him a smile, genuinely hoping he’ll find some closure after the Traveler runs into him. Not you, who can't do much for him this time. You’d forgotten how conflicting it is to be a bystander in a situation like this, where the person in front of you was so close yet so far. 

At least back then, within the safety of an apartment and world you knew as yours, you had the chance to offer him some shelter from the rain.

.

.

.

…Kuni does have to admit, seeing your internal conflict whenever he makes a request as ‘Wanderer’ really is quite amusing. Try as you may to push him away with a variety of excuses, you couldn't seem to bring yourself to shut him out when he bore such a well-meaning, doe-eyed demeanor.

Was it a chore to feign innocence around you? Yes. But when it came to matters of predicting human intention, Kuni has grown to be more critical than not. It helped that he’s grown into a pretty good actor after centuries of questionable exploits. Whether it was to simply appear human or to play the part of a confused traveler, he’s practiced quite a lot of roles. It’s amazing what can be brought out of a person’s character when they believed the other person had nothing to hide, or was too innocent for their own good.

And while you may try to act like a simple stranger and resident of Teyvat, he could tell that you’ve been observing him, trying to match some information in your mind. 

Suffice to say, Irminsul did not contain data of you (you were not from here, much like the Traveler), yet after recovering his memories from his encounter with the Dendro Archon, Kuni started to receive odd visions in his dreams.

They contained bits and traces of an uneventful life in another world. For weeks it had only featured himself doing menial tasks such as chores and reading books, but the headaches only began when another character appeared; you.

It started as a flood of memories, one after another settling into his mind as if they belonged to him far longer than he’d been the Balladeer or Kabukimono. But just as quickly as that clarity came, it was snatched out of his hands as he woke, a foreign bundle of nerves crawling up his throat - burning, burning.

When asked, Kuni would simply tell Nahida that sleeping to pass the time was just about as interesting as the mundane ongoings of Sumeru. Within his dreams, he continues to piece together the puzzles of a past that seemed to evaporate from reality the moment he'd returned to Teyvat. 

Perhaps it was some cruel experiment by the gods, to place him in a life that might have been worth living, only to return him to a fate written by the stars.

But what of you, who was privy to the story of this world long before it occurred? As he continued upholding the image of a good-natured, amnesiac Wanderer, his suspicions that you were already aware of his fate only confirmed itself; for someone who tries to leave his side as soon as you'd met again, you were incredibly bad at controlling your body language from betraying your emotions. Why else would you look at him with such an odd tangle of relief and remorse?

Yet with every interaction, Kuni is finding it hard to feel anger towards you. Perhaps it’s because he’s encountered far greater evils in his long life — or perhaps it is because of the way you try to maintain your distance, only to give in to the illogical urge of stepping back towards him (out of sympathy, or guilt? He intends to find out.)

His own feelings about the matter was another story, so Kuni instead focuses on the matter at hand; finding a way to bring you into the city, which you seem to have been avoiding for a while. (Admittedly, after he found a name and general idea of your profile from his dreams, he’d begun to investigate if you could have existed in Teyvat or had a counterpart. The search came up empty, but luckily the Aranara were quite willing to pass along gossip to Kuni, and he soon learned there was an odd outlander living around the Avidya Forest. You seemed to be living quite cautiously, perhaps to avoid him.)

Kuni’s flattered that after arriving here, you’d seemingly based most of your actions around him (asking around about the situation in Sumeru, if there were any new gods cropping up… without actually trying to make contact with him. He'd settle that bit with you later.)

While slightly exasperated and annoyed about your avoidant antics, Kuni has to admit it was quite amusing to see how long you could keep up the act, squirming every time he prodded and tried to bait you into a situation where ‘Wanderer’ might unearth your lies.

“With how much it’s been raining lately, it’s easy to get sick.” Kuni says as he places down the firewood you’d collected together. Ulterior scheme or not, he highly doubts you were able to chop wood by yourself with no prior equipment or practice. He glances at you, playing this off as a passing thought. “Have you ever felt unwell lately?”

There’s a pause as you contemplate your answer. “...I had pretty bad headaches for a while, but they’ve subsided by now.” It’d occurred the same night you arrived in Teyvat, as if your body and mind were having to adjust to this new world and in recovering the memories you’d lost. Luckily, the Aranara you became acquainted with was quick to find you some herbs to soothe the pain. “I managed to get some medicine though, so it wasn’t too bad.”

The amount of herbs packed into bags around your desk says otherwise, but Kuni doesn’t mention it. “I see… If you’re free after this, would you like to head to the city together, then?”

“Oh, what for?”

(Was it a betrayal for you to shield him from the truth all those years ago, when you were already aware of what his future would hold?)

“I’ve worked for a merchant there, who has some products you may be interested in.” Kuni dusts off his hands, giving you a reproachful look. “I believe that the… produce you’ve been living off so far, may not be the most suitable for a healthy lifestyle. That is, if you don’t mind me saying this.”

In other words; ‘your living conditions are a little concerning, and that’s coming from me’. You can practically feel your pride deflating at the fact he’d tried to word it nicely. 

(Just what is truth, and why does it only ever bring him pain?)

“I… I see.” You clasp your hands together, entwining your fingers to calm your nerves. “I suppose we could do that, yes.”

But what if it triggers the Traveler’s quest? What if me being there changes something, and…

Before you could reconsider, Kuni takes your hand and leads you out the door. He offers you a smile and asks if you’ve been to the city before, letting the conversation fill the air.

(And why is it that despite you being the first to lie to me, the time we spent together remains the kindest in my memory?)

(Just why do I feel such regret?)

-> Part 4

#kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #wanderer genshin #wanderer x you #scaramouche x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin writing #genshin scenarios #genshin reader insert #traveler wishes

[scarletwritesshit]

🪞 Caelus x Mirror Caelus 🪞 It's Not Narcissim If Your Reflective Self Is Really Good At Flirting

Guinaifen...

Guinaifen Guinaifen Guinaifen... Caelus thought to himself as he was running through Fyxestroll Garden as fast as he could. A livestreamer wandering astray is never an ideal situation. They’re the absolute nosiest, and feel the need to get up close and personal with far too many dangerous situations risking their own lives just for the sake of chat reactions and follows. Worst case scenario, he would find himself too late to save her from becoming possessed by a stray heliobus.

That would most certainly be an amusing sight, however. A livestreamer sharing her body with a spirit, fighting for control of her own will. Imagine her attempting to do run of the mill chores. Or even get through a single level of a video game. That’s the type of content he wanted to see.

Probably something other people would like to see, too. Sounded a lot better than the jumpscares and overexaggerated screaming. Don’t a lot of people already do that, anyways?

Focus, he thought to himself. His main priority was making sure that, wherever she may be, Guinaifen was relatively safe and unharmed, no matter how amusing the idea of her becoming possessed may be.

He thought to check and see if her stream was live, hopefully to lead him on the right path. Perhaps he would luck out and catch her in a rather amusing situation for his own personal enjoyment. But Caelus swore that he was simply checking to see if he could find any leads.

Nothing. To be expected, given the current circumstances, though knowing Guinaifen, she wouldn’t in a million years pass up the opportunity to draw in some more followers.

After aimlessly wandering through the garden for some time, Caelus’s attention was caught by a rather strange looking circular mirror. As any normal person would do, he stopped to take a closer look at it. He saw just what he expected; an exact reflection of himself, mimicking his movements exactly. Caelus would move his head up, and his refection would replicate his movements in the exact same manner. Look down and around, his reflection didn’t skip a beat mimicking his actions.

You know, exactly like how mirrors are supposed to function, a concept that, in theory, should be nothing new for Almighty Galactic Batter Caelus.

Still, Caelus was fascinated by the mirror. Captivated, even. He was making rather good use of his time watching himself push aside his hair like some suave anime protagonist rather than investing these crucial moments into rescuing…who was it again? Nevertheless, surely a few short moments of amusement wouldn’t hurt.

Only this mirror didn’t exactly seem to be…functioning.

The reflection of Caelus winked at him, when he swore on his life that both of his eyes were wide open.

He either had them both open or both closed. Not one at a time. What exactly would he be trying to accomplish by winking in such a way to himself?

Perhaps he should’ve asked his reflection this question, as once more, when it had Caelus’s full attention, it shot him a seductive wink.

This reflection of his seemed to be quite appreciative of Caelus’s own beauty. Or was he simply appreciating himself? Bit of a gray area, he found himself in, but why not have a little bit of fun toying with some mirror that thinks it can do better than Caelus in the flesh?

Caelus pushed his hair aside and shot this eager reflection of his a half-lidded gaze, with the smirk of a man just begging to indulge himself. The reflection wasn’t one to back down from a fight, if you would call this one, and so it beckoned for him to come closer. Caelus, curious with the route that his seductive reflection was going to take with this, obeyed and moved closer. His face was practically against the glass now, and so his reflection seized the opportunity to reach its hand outside of the glass to gently stroke the side of his cheek, as if it was begging for a kiss.

Caelus moved his head away from the glass and wiggled his finger “nuh-uh,” signaling that his reflection was going a bit too fast for his liking.

Note that it being to his liking was a rather important factor in this…curious situation. Caelus was deliberately taking things slow with his reflection, not out of boredom to waste time for whatever reason, but rather, he wanted to savor the moment, as he was quite frankly enjoying this.

This reflection of his has got some serious game, and Caelus was finding himself more and more smitten with the smooth moves that his mirror twin possessed. And, not once did he stop to think as to why his reflection had a mind of its own. Clearly shows what his priorities are, doesn’t it?

For the entire time, the two of them had been completely silent. Their exchanges of love had been purely though gestures and gentle touch. Shouldn’t Caelus finally put his desires into words? In order to clear the air between them, eliminate any possible misunderstandings, and perhaps…finally be together?

The reflection was giving him a very inviting look. Caelus so desperately wanted to plunge into its arms and be treated to the time of his life, but he took a step back.  

“You…” Caelus said, “just who are you exactly, attempting to ensnare me with the promise of your embrace?”

Caelus knew it was no mere “attempt.” As the two of them flirted with each other more and more, he could feel his heart rate increasing and his hands becoming sweaty. Almost as if he was being thrown off of his game due to some…rather distracting thoughts of longing and desire.

The reflection didn’t respond to his inquiry. Rather, it appeared to have laughed a little and give him yet another wink.

Caelus so very badly wanted to skip the slow-burner part and just dive straight in into its arms. But what little rationale that remained in his mind told him otherwise to wait.

And unfortunately, he was taking a step back not to reconsider the scope of his actions, but rather if the reflection would be willing to continue…whatever it was doing.

“A man of few words. Respectable, but I don’t have time to be second guessing myself with only your silent actions to go off of.”

The reflection tilted its head in curiosity.

“What I’m trying to ask you is, are your actions…genuine? Like, you’re not doing this for the sake of toying with me?”

The reflection laughed once again, as if to mock Caelus’s stupidity for his assumption. Of course, its actions were genuine! Would it really be teasing a specimen so irresistibly dashing without the intent to score big?

And Caelus would be silly to refuse such an enthusiastic invitation from an equally attractive individual as well. The gaze from the reflection’s eyes just screamed I want you, no, I need you, and Caelus had no choice but to gladly oblige. The temptation was too strong, and so he put his hand against the glass waiting for a signal from his newfound partner, and it copied his movements and placed its hand where his was.

By now, Caelus had completely forgotten that he was frantically running through Fyxestroll Garden trying to find…something. Regardless of what that something was, he found something far better than what he could possibly ask for. He rested his head against the glass and gently closed his eyes, satisfied that he was on track to tread a new path in his life with the reflection in the mirror. When he opened his eyes to look at it briefly, he saw that his reflection was giving him a rather devious smirk.

At the sight of this, Caelus could hardly contain his excitement. He focused on containing any and all urges he had, not allowing himself to act as rashly as his reflection did, initially. His immense concentration on suppressing his desires would ultimately cost him something far more valuable than his dignity, as the arm of his reflection reached out of the mirror, grabbed Caelus by his arm, and yanked him to the other side.

“You’re all mine now, my dear Caelus,” the heliobus said.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #caelus #caelus x caelus #caelus x mirror caelus #a whole new meaning to loving yourself #fanfic #fanfiction

[signedeclipse]

hello! may i request kyogai with an affectionate fem s/o?<3

Kyogai [X Reader]

In which Kyogai meets a human girl that he simply cant resist.

Kyogai had all kinds of humans finding their way into his domain

Grabbing them himself, those who explore 'abandoned' homes, heroes that try to help

But 'had the wrong address' was a new one

He heard you yell it semi frantically before slamming the screen door in front of him and running

He would have found it amusing if he wasn't keen on finding you before anyone else did

So you played chase, and on one occasion, you managed to slip into a room with a floor decorated in papers

It looked like it had plenty of hiding spaces, so you grabbed some papers and took a breather

You assured yourself that you'd hear him come closer by the drums and started sifting through the material, hoping it would lead you to an exit

Instead, you found yourself lost in the words, eagerly eating up every line

So infatuated that you didn't notice the drum demon towering right behind you

Kyogai figured you had nothing nice to say and picked you up by the back of your shirt, ready to swipe

" Wait!! Did you write this? "

Out of desperation, admiration or fear, you weren't sure, but you felt compelled to ask

And he answered

" What does it matter! "

He seemed upset, but you didn't let go of the papers and hugged them to your chest

You were going to die, but some part of you was okay with the circumstances

" It's incredible; thank you. "

Your eyes were closed, ready for impact, but it never came

Kyogai just stared at you, probably one of the most peaceful humans he had ever met in his company

And next thing you knew, you were tumbling out the front door

You still had the whole story in your hand, and you ran all the way home with it

Perhaps against better judgement, you returned a week later with the same papers; this time, they were neatly tied with hard covers protecting the contents

Without moving into the main house, you sat in the entryway; waiting to see him

Then you dropped it inside and ran

Kyogai found you had painted a beautiful cover of his story and written a summary on the inside, lining every page in gold foil

It was the first anyone had preserved his work with such care

' In which a heroine lost to the grasp of insanity fights his growing instincts to protect the strange girl who preserved his legacy, written with care by ----- '

He found the description to be a kiss on his shattered ego and held it carefully

Perhaps it was time he found his own 'strange girl' that proved she would protect his works

Authors Note - Please be mindful to include if you want headcanons or a oneshot next time! I had to assume. Normally I delete requests that don't follow rules but I reallyyyy like Kyogai so just this once!!! Please take care of yourself <3

#demon slayer #kny x reader #kny headcanons #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #x reader #reader insert #kimetsu no yaiba #kyogai #kyogai x reader

[astrxlfinale]

The comfort Himeko has found in the presence of Caelus is a bit startling to her. Not because of who he is or anything he has - or hasn't - done, but because she's done well at keeping an emotional distance from most everyone who's come aboard the Express. She's warm, welcoming, makes sure everyone is as comfortable as they can be. But she's never allowed herself to become entangled in anyone the way she has with him.

Figuratively and literally, oddly enough.

Most aboard the Express are asleep, or staying busy in whatever ways they see fit. Normally, Himeko would have been trying to sleep, or perhaps nursing a cup of coffee while working on some project or other. Tonight, however, she finds herself half draped in her sheets with Caelus tucked beside her, the lights of the room dimmed, which only serves to enhance the stars of the galaxy twinkling outside her viewport. She feels warm, even as the sweat cools on her skin, and one hand cards thoughtfully through his hair while the other rests just below her uncovered chest.

"This might be strange pillow talk," she starts with a smile, a hint of playfulness in her eyes, though the topic itself isn't a lighthearted one. Her amusement is simply that her afterglow left her thinking some strange things. Well, the topic isn't strange, just the timing. "Do you believe in fate? I think, as a scientist and engineer, people don't think it's a topic I put much stock into. But the universe is endless, and we don't know everything that exists or what we'll encounter or do."

She pauses for a moment, her gaze shifting from his face to the stars outside. "As a little girl, I'd always wanted to explore the stars, and then the Express crashed on my homeworld. That feels strangely like fate, don't you think?" She looks back to him, brushes her nails just behind his ear, and resists the urge to say that maybe it was fate that brought them together. Life is full of choices, consequences, outcomes. It isn't too romantic a gesture to think that a bit of fate or destiny could be sprinkled in there as well.

Life truly was his favorite basket of unexpected.

Pleasure was a balm that brings whimsy, a delight that edges to this form of contentment they share amidst a fluffy blanket and sheets that seen better days a simple two hours ago. Caelus himself was basking in the moment, loving the way he caught waves of that warm fire catching his vision, working with the lulls of paces of their own breathing. Right now, the position of being a preferred pillow for Himeko was akin to a dream for countless. Not that such an element was a detail he's bothering to think of.

No. Right now his attention was fixated in how she looks like some space bound angel spellbound by the view of the window, how the glimmering stars and swirling nebula worked an ethereal glow upon her figure. A low hum of contentment rumbles within his chest as leans into her touch, loving the delicate, skillful way she learned to tend to that mop of silver hair. In an amusing way it was dangerous, just how deviously quick she could acclimate to her favored circumstances.

"Mm? Talk your piece then. Already had me seeing heaven as is, where should be trailing along next?" He adds in. Allowing his bare body to momentarily shift, it's not enough to move their fixture, but for one of his hands to draw along the bare expanse of her back, settled underneath the roaring flame of her scarlet halo as it simple sweep and brush of the hand worked along her spine, drawing it's way into a repetitive art of hiking high and brushing low.

If only he could've seen just how right she was. After the intensity of passion's furnace nearly melted them, somehow fate found itself tucked into the equation? That managed to scrape together more of his awareness.

"....Hm." Once she begins to paint the picture through her sweet voice and the punctual note of her words, it almost intrigues him to bite upon the matter. Exactly where does fate stand with a being like himself?

"Hell. If we look at it that way, fate might as well opened the doorway for stepping into this stage too. Kinda bizarre if I give some invisible thing like that too much credit." The particular sigh in his tone fashions back up, allowing the gruff nature in his voice to run prevalent as those golden eyes peer down towards her, momentarily marveled in how beauty could easily steal that breath of his in a singular stroke.

"But fate sure as hell didn't cut into what our choices put into the picture." He boldly declares. Impulse for a moment reigns, the matter of pillow talk inside, it was seeing the pert pink of those lips speaking that was enough to prompt him to close the distance. To let that melody be drunk in with a shared kiss, the warmth of her magnanimity only adding to that sweetness before he edges back.

"I'd thank that will of yours moreso. Being such a badass to get all of this into motion? To push each and every limit till it's us bumping heads, and I'm no different. That's the biggest thing I wanna hold gratitude here for."

Leading him to Himeko's side.

@cybrvce

#cybrvce #| Shuttle Mail #suggestive tw #On one hand he can see the Vision #On another. He's selfish in wanting that value of choice be the factor that grips them #Throwing their hearts into the matter

[thehumaninteractivists]

Time Loop: Archived Incident #1

It’s the eighteenth year of this sun’s rotation as I report this. To be more exact, within the timespan I have existed within, it would be encroaching upon the nineteenth. Of course, to every other, the year has just begun. This would be my nine hundredth attempt to document my existence within this current timeline, or to be more exact, timeloop.

            One of, perhaps, the most amusing thing, is just how much time loop media their appears to be within the Archives. Movies after movies, books after books, short story after short story, and yet none of them detail the exact horror that comes with existing in the same day, over and over.

            Human Free Will, or the idea of it, is a joke. In most popular media, there’s a surprising amount of deviation dependent upon what you say to a certain individual at any given moment, and yet side characters and designated to repeat the same actions. Yet, within my circumstance, you can say something different to a person, and even still, it’s like their stuck on a course, a specific set-track, incapable of taking themselves off of the train that their inevitable conclusions will lead them towards. Larger actions, such as shooting someone in the head, does indeed seem to change this; as you would expect, but certain actions outside of Extreme Violent Force, utterly fail to change the pattern.

            I have come to call this system ‘The Railroad effect’, upon which an individual is so set upon what they have planned, or what they’re going to do, that they utterly fail to see the reality around them. It still influences them, in such minute ways that I imagine they hardly notice it, but otherwise they stick to the exact same route, without any purpose or imaginable design. It’s horrifying.

            None of this matters; what I have said so far is of entire unimportance, but if this works, I need this to be known. I have begun to postulate, that the only imaginable way to break the loop, is to kill myself. Within each timeline there is only one constant; I don’t die. Everything else might, but I survive. I drift into space, falling asleep at the last moment, choked from the shuttle as our oxygen tanks explode. But I do not reach the extent of death.

            Perhaps my life leads to something horrible, perhaps I simply do not matter, and am merely stuck within an impossible circumstance. Yet, it is my hope that through this action, I might finally break free of this cycle.

            If you are reading this, anywhere at all, within this universe, or one of its thousands of variants; that means I have won, I have beaten the odds, and through death, flown beyond this cruel machine.

            I wish, honestly, that any of this amounted to something. Perhaps if it did, there’d be research, stable time loops upon the human body, to preserve those close to death in a coma, so that they might be healed in some future time. Unfortunately, this time loop was not implemented by my own design, nor was an experiment that went wrong. I am trapped within some cruel fate, designed by machinations unknown to me.

            There isn’t much more to it; I’ve been stalling, and I know this. I have my weapon of choice ready, sitting beside me. Please, if you find this, tell them that it was necessary, that there was no other way.

#The Human Interactivists #Universe 409 #scifi story #science fiction #science fiction story #scifi writing #horror stories #scifi #tw death #tw sui attempt #suicide tw

[gigeo]

Dinner Party Success Advice

Tips and Advice For a Dinner Celebration

Any time you are brainstorming a dinner party for a birthday, anniversary, engagement, corporate affair or just a social event, it's time to be creative. Regardless of what the circumstance is, coming up with fun and innovative ideas can easily make all the difference. Begin by delivering creative dinner party invitations.

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The secret here is to make your dinner party invitations different and get your invited guests gabbing. The more playful the dinner party, the more relaxed you may be with the party invites.

Dinner Event Ideas That Invitees Will Appreciate

There are the common dinner parties that involve intimate gatherings amongst friends or perhaps colleagues but they tend to be forgotten pretty quickly. A wonderful dinner party idea is to have a mystery dinner party. Every person arrives with anticipation as they join together and try to solve a mystery. It is a wonderful way to get people to use their imaginations and interact with others. Plus, it can be loads of fun. Maybe a surprise dinner party where guests arrive wondering what the occasion is for. Maybe a Hawaiian, tropical, or beach concept would be fun. How about a movie-themed dinner party such as The Great Gatsby or James Bond's Casino Royale and have your guests make an appearance in their best attire. Make it a costume dinner party, no matter what season of the year it happens to be. But always cater it towards having a great time. Always remember that not everyone gets a kick out of games, so be sure to think it through. Done right, you can expect your dinner party guests talking about the event many years down the road.

Designing New Year's Eve Bash Invitations

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When plotting a New Year's Eve bash, you should be considering how to get the invited guests to attend since you will be in conflict with other parties happening at the same time. Keeping that in mind, your invitations should certainly be personalized, exciting, and attention-grabbing. An ordinary invitation usually conveys an average party so make your invitations stand out and radiate a party to remember. Party planners have the choice to incorporate a theme into the New Year's Eve event as much or as little as they want. Guests who attend the gala have the choice of totally taking advantage of your theme and dressing or responding as a particular character during the event or simply attending the celebration and taking pleasure in the environment, food items, libations, and entertainment presented by the host. An illustration of a more luxurious theme for a New Year's Eve celebration could very well encompass a red carpet show where invitees are urged to dress like their beloved tv show superstar from a time period of their choice.

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Also, consider the theme could be narrowed to a specific time period with guests expected to dress like stars from the relevant point in time. This is a really good idea for a New Year's Eve celebration theme because lots of attendees like to dress in their most high-class clothing and this would give them the chance to dress to make an impression. Developing a themed New Year's Eve bash is a great deal of fun but it is also certainly more complex than arranging a party without a theme simply because there is more coordination involved in the planning process and in trying to ensure all of the aspects of the party fit within the theme.

Types of items that can be included in a party theme are as follows: amusement, food choice, libations, song selections, invites, flourishes, and dress.

Top Suggestions For a Christmas Party

As an event planner, you are ready to have a Christmas-era theme party and need strategies to help make it really terrific. One of the greatest strategies to uplift your affair and get everyone in the appropriate mindset is to establish a dress code. visit the site

When you mail out your invitations, tout that guests make the scene in their finest Christmas wardrobes. That will likely mean probing old fashion trends or even dressing as a beloved Christmas character from a movie or TV show. Another wonderful way to bring back the craze of Christmas fan culture is to hire a Christmas-related movie impersonator to be part of your party.

[hazelmagix]

how bag 😘

#the world we find ourselves in we often think of it to be a cruel place #not to say that it is cruel from the get go #but that often ordinary people are made to do cruel things #through matter of circumstance or perhaps simply for amusement #this is the way the world turns and this is the way it shall forever turn #though this notion should not deter oneself #but should allow you to move throughout life with kindness and touch everything with gracefulness as one with hold a flower #or perhaps listening to a babys laughter #*movie camera pans over an old english brick wall and a meadow of flowers* #.... #anonymous #on ur dash 24/7

[mismaeve]

→ Day 5 of February Writing Event 2022

↳ Entangled, Legolas Greenleaf x Fem!Elf Reader, fluff February Writing Event → old married couple syndrome Tagging my beloved and ever faithful @tharan-duil A/N: I've no idea what this is, my brain feels all scrambled and I'm beyond exhausted. This is what my delirious mind has produced today. Don't be too harsh, okay? Okay, thank you. → Gif source, → divider by @firefly-graphics

“You’re pulling too hard!” Legolas whined as he tried to escape Y/N’s expert fingers by moving his head forward, and then when that failed, from left to right yet to no avail which in turn both amused and annoyed her.

“I’m barely even touching it,” she chuckled as her fingers continued to comb through his hair, trying to untangle it as best she could given the circumstances. Despite all his complaints and the various attempts his head made to escape her fingers, the blonde-haired elf was otherwise sitting patiently on a tree stump between her legs.

“While I appreciate your efforts, my lady, they are of no use,” the elf grumbled while Y/N’s fingers were slowly achieving victory over the handful of knots that had taken residence in Legolas’ long hair.

“It would go a lot faster if you would sit still and let me work,” Y/N pointed out, a part of her amused by his constant grunts and groans, making her wonder how he would react to her offer of braiding his hair after she was done unknotting it.

“I am still,” Legolas emphasized the ‘am’ and crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N could only shake her head at his ridiculous behavior. Perhaps she should simply leave him and the knots in his hair to see how long he would last before crawling back to her and begging her to untangle it.

“I’ve seen elflings be more still on their parents’ laps,” Y/N mused as her fingers mercilessly pulled out yet another knot, causing Legolas to yelp in pain, followed by a rather unsavory choice of words in Elvish.

“That’s because they have the decency to use hair combs and brushes,” Legolas exclaimed painfully as Y/N had drawn out the last of the knots, leaving his hair perfectly smooth and knot-free. While Legolas continued to mumble about how he would much rather face an entire army of spiders than have his hair pulled out for the sake of some silly knots and tangles, Y/N was running her fingers through his silky hair, admiring how soft and smooth it now felt without the tangles. A secret smile stole upon her lips as she continued to stroke his hair, unaware of Legolas having grown quiet and still, the young elf found herself thinking of how precious moments like these were. It mattered not how he complained and fought her, for he never actually made her stop, he always endured it for however long it took.

“Lady Y/N?” Legolas’ soft voice brought her back from her thoughts, making her lips curl downwards in a disappointed smile. Their moment had come to an end, as soon as she told him his hair was smoothed out to perfection, he would get up and leave.

“Oh, forgive me,” Y/N cleared her throat and withdrew her fingers from the soft waterfall of silken hair. The young female elf cleared her throat once more in her feeble attempt to sound casual and mask her disappointment. “I’m pleased to inform you that we are finished here,” Y/N masked her regret with a cheery tone as she moved to get up from the fallen tree trunk on which she had been siting.

“Wait,” his hand gripped hers before she could move away, making her glance back to find the young Elven prince watching her with his dreamy blue eyes, trapping her with his gaze and making her unable to move. Y/N felt his thumb glide over her knuckles with a feather light touch, releasing a wave of pleasant flutters to travel down her spine.

“Perhaps, if it’s not too much to ask, would you mind braiding it for me?” his voice was almost a whisper, so soft and delicate, almost enchanting. There was undeniable hope in his eyes as he searched her face in his attempt to read her. Y/N knew at once that she would have an easier time teaching a spider how to dance and juggle than to say no to his request, especially since she had wanted to braid it earlier. She tipped her head and offered Legolas a playful frown.

“Are you going to behave then?” she teased him in a somewhat serious voice. A wide if somewhat mischievous grin appeared on his features at her words, making him seem like the happiest elf that had ever lived. Legolas lifted her hand to his face where his lips gave the top of her hand a gentle kiss.

“You have my word,” he quietly murmured as his hand let go of hers. Y/N would have believed his word if it hadn’t been for the wink he had given her before turning back around. Shaking her head in amusement, Y/N reclaimed her seat on the fallen tree trunk and buried her fingers into his golden hair for the second time that day.

#legolas greenleaf #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas fluff #legolas fanfiction #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #fotfics #tolkien #tolkienverse

[glowingbadger]

Hi it’s me, crawling through the window. Would it be possible to get a crumb of arranged marriage w/ Hubert? His line w/ Dorothea about being willing to get married for politics sake has fueled my brain rot for him.

Good God I need to secure my windows-

I mean HELLO FRIEND ANON YES IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE

Lol actually though, I have been thinking about this for Hubie since we all started chatting about that arranged marriage stuff! I think it's a perfect concept for him~

This like... got weird while I was writing it though?? Idk man hahaha it ended up on the less-spicy side of what I usually write, and with some very weird dialogue in places... Idk, I hope y'all like it. Maybe if there's interest, I'll follow this up eventually with a more smut-focused piece?

I've been traveling and working so much lately that I just don't even know what writing is anymore or how it works hahaha

TW: A brief mention of non-con

Hubert (FE3H) x Reader ("wife," neutral pronouns)

Arranged Marriage - semi spicy i guess?

"Frankly, he's a pain," Linhardt must be able to see your surprise and confusion written across your face. He goes on, "He's reliable and capable, of course, but also the most persistent nag you'll ever meet. Actually, no-" he glances upward as though to cross reference his own thoughts, "No, her Majesty is worse. But Hubert is a close second to be sure. Always on and on about sleep schedules and proper nutrition and etiquette..." He sighs and closes the massive tome on his lap, as though to close the conversation with it, "frankly, he's an insufferable mother hen. Does that help?"

"Well, it's... Not what I expected," you admit with a shrug, "but thank you all the same."

~

It's been several weeks since the papers binding you in marriage to Hubert Von Vestra had been signed- and this alone had sufficed. No ceremony, no grand ball, just paperwork and a handshake with your father. A handshake that ensured that, even under the Empire's unification, he would maintain nominal control over his considerable portion of land, and in return, would swear absolute loyalty to her Majesty. It was a beneficial arrangement for all parties, and you were not ignorant to the part you played. You were hardly even a bargaining chip- moreso, a hostage.

Your new husband had made no secret of what manner of harm may befall you if your family were to renege on their deal. Fortunately, you know your father to be a reliable coward, so you have no reason to believe he would be bold enough to step out of line.

Hubert Von Vestra is a terrifying man. A zealously loyal man of storied cruelty and a frigid disposition. His frame looms over you whenever he's near, and though he's hardly placed a finger on you since you'd been given over to him, his mere presence is... arresting. There's a sort of charisma to him that's equal parts frightening and fascinating. Perhaps it's madness brought on by your circumstances, but you can't help wanting to glimpse just the slightest bit into that brilliant, ever churning mind.

Unsurprisingly, he has been resistant to your attempts to understand him. He hardly indulges you in small talk, and if you were the paranoid sort, you'd think he intentionally makes himself busy when you're around. Eventually, perhaps out of sheer stubbornness, you'd settled on a routine of bringing coffee to his study adjoined to your bedroom in the evenings. He'd been visibly surprised the first time. It wasn't until the fourth night that he'd given a curt "thank you." About two weeks in, he'd actually sat back in his chair and laid down his quill pen to receive the cup from your hands. After a month, he'd leveled his narrow gaze at you and said,

"I cannot begin to fathom what satisfaction you glean from playing 'maid' to me."

"Well, I, uhm," you hadn't expected him to address you so directly, but you managed to say, "You... work so hard, I wanted to do something for you, I suppose."

His expression is inscrutable as he replies,

"You are aware that my work was much the same before you arrived."

"I am," you say softly, "But- all the same..." you trail off, and Hubert seems content to let the matter rest. And so you leave him be amidst his reports and correspondence, coffee at his side on the desk. Yet for as unproductive as your exchange might have seemed, it does leave you with an idea. The thought to learn about the man from those who knew him long before your arrival at the capitol.

~

Your investigation into the true character of your husband does not stop with Linhardt. In fact, his testimony only leaves you with further questions. But perhaps the others would say otherwise; perhaps the United Empire's most up and coming crest scholar simply inspires maternal behavior. This has to be the case- you simply can't imagine that the notoriously ruthless heir of the even more notorious Vestra lineage would be so... Doting.

And yet the more you learn of him, the more contradictory he seems.

Caspar's take is much like Linhardt's- a picture of a man far closer to a school marm than any assassin or master of torture. Ferdinand seems both smitten and incensed by him, oscillating wildly between the two. Then eventually, to your shock, Bernadetta takes the initiative to speak to you about Hubert of her own accord.

"I'm, uh, really so-sorry to bother you!" she approaches with arms drawn close to her chest and eyes resolutely avoiding yours, "I- I just heard that you were... asking about Hubert, so, I, uh..."

It takes some time to prompt her further. You assure her again and again- no, this isn't intrusive at all- yes, you'd very much like to hear her perspective- no, you're not mad at her. In truth, you're endlessly intrigued about what a gentle soul like Bernadetta would have to say about a man feared across the continent. Finally, she manages,

"He's... actually really kind!" she blurts out, as though the words would abandon her if she gave them the window of opportunity. Your eyebrows raise slightly.

"You think so..?"

"Yes, completely-!" she stammers, "I know he's super, super scary, and powerful and spooky and cold and, uh, all of that. But still," her voice falters as she continues, "He only scolds people when they do something dangerous. And he only hurts people to protect others. I... I know he's done some te-terrible things. But... he's always been nice to Bernie," finally, she meets your eyes with an imploring look in hers, "So, uh, I'm really grateful to him. And I think it would be really nice for someone to reach out to him. If... if that's not too weird or anything. For you."

You smile warmly and nod,

"Thank you, Bernadetta. I know it can't be easy for you to come to me with all of this, but... I'd like to try, if I can."

The opportunity doesn't come in the way you expect.

At first, it seems the night will proceed like many others before. You bring a cup of coffee to your husband's desk, setting it down quietly so as to not disturb him. He's silent, but this is common enough, so you head back to the bedroom to undress for the evening. All nights prior, he would lay beside you long after you'd settled in, then rise to resume work in the morning before you woke up- all the while never allowing your bodies to interact in any way.

Tonight, just as you're about to close the door to Hubert's study behind you, long fingers catch around your wrist, visibly startling you.

It's the most physical contact you've had to-date, but he only says,

"One moment."

You whip around to face him, a touch of anxiety evident in your eyes. It's clear in his own that he notices, but if anything, he only seems amused. He steps forward, his taller frame menacing you as he speaks,

"I understand that you have been busying yourself with some manner of investigation as of late."

It takes a moment for his meaning to reach you. When it does, your face burns and you can't bring yourself to meet his scrutinizing gaze,

"Oh, uhm..."

"I assure you, my dearest wife," he says with barely concealed venom, "anything that I do not wish for you to know will be kept from you. Aside from which, your efforts thus far have proven amateurish at best."

Something seems off about his tone. You could understand if he felt uncomfortable or hesitant about your efforts to learn about him, but this seems far more grave, more... business-like. He steps towards you once more, and you step back in turn. Yet before long, you feel your legs bump the edge of the bed. A gloved hand trails a fingertip down your jawline to your chin, then urges you to look up at him.

"Whatever you are planning, my dear, I promise it will be fruitless. You had best rethink how you spend your days before your actions bring you to harm."

"No, I-" your brow creases deeply, your face burns, your body burns hotter and you don't want to consider why, "I've just been trying to learn about you as a person, nothing else. We're- we're married, after all, so..."

He gives an abrupt, dry laugh.

"Ah, so I am to believe that you've been interrogating my allies out of some misguided affection, is that it?"

"Hubert, just listen to me!" for a moment, you feel bolstered, defiant, and you straighten your posture, "You won't tell me the first thing about you- the only way to learn so much as your favorite color is to ask someone who's known you for a decade!"

Briefly, he does seem to consider your words. But his eventual reply is as aloof as any prior,

"If you're no spy or politician, then you're worse- a fool." he says, and before you can respond, he's seized both of your wrists and pushed you back onto the bed. For a moment, the room spins and your voice leaves you. A shrewd eye watches you with cruel condescension as he pins you against the sheets.

"I should think that you'd be well aware what I'm capable of," he nearly whispers, "I personally ensured that the rumors spread through your father's territory and further still. Do you think that anyone would even dare lift a finger to help you if I chose to seek retribution for this recent behavior?" He draws nearer, his grip tighter at your wrists, "Perhaps as punishment, I'll simply take my pleasure from you by force."

Your lips tighten, you take a breath. Then, meeting his gaze directly, you reply,

"You won't."

His visible eye narrows.

"And what evidence do you have to prompt such unfounded confidence? Perhaps you have crafted a flattering falsehood of me in your mind," a mocking smirk curls his lips, "Am I a misunderstood sentimental sort to you, then? A sad, lonely man for you to save?"

You scowl, though you suspect it looks more like a pout to him.

"I don't know what I think of you yet- not completely. But I don't pity you like that, and I don't think you're sad or lonely. I know you're not."

For the first time, it seems that you've caught him off guard. That frigid mask falters for just a moment, and you go on before he can replace it,

"You're surrounded by people who care about you. I've seen it for myself. Whatever you've had to do in the service of your ideals- it hasn't kept the people around you from wanting to know and understand you, even if it's despite you."

Hubert is silent for a moment. His gaze bores into you like he thinks he'll discover some hidden layer if he can just keep digging. Then, he sighs,

"How did I ever become bound to such a troublesome spouse..."

When you wrest your arms from his grasp, his hands fall away with little resistance, and you think that perhaps he had never truly intended to keep you in place by force to begin with. He moves to leave the bed, but your fists find the front of his clothing and tug him back down to you.

You press your lips to his without hesitation, and you can feel him inhale sharply, his entire body rigid above you. His lips are surprisingly soft, his scent like coffee and old parchment, and though your heart threatens to burst from your chest, you hold firmly to him by his clothes. Near imperceptibly, he leans down against you, and your fear, along with any remaining doubts, begin to dissolve. Knowing he won't pull away, you let your hands relax against him, running up his chest where you can feel his own pulse pounding. It's so human, so entirely reasonable and normal. Now, at last, Hubert Von Vestra is merely a man of flesh and bone.

Your tongue meets his naturally, your lips parting in time with his as your kiss deepens to a fevered pace. One hand reaches that sharp, handsome jawline, reveling in the erotic sensation of his mouth moving against yours. And yet, all the while, his hands remain staunchly on the bed beside you. He doesn't touch you- doesn't even let his body meet yours.

It's impossible to tell whether passion or madness drives you to bring your teeth to his lower lip, a single insistent bite communicating desire mounting faster than you can contain. And for a moment, you sense something new; a sound catches in Hubert's throat, a reaction he fights to stifle. Then, he pulls away. His pale skin is tinted a rare shade of pink, and his hair is ruffled out of place enough to reveal both narrowed eyes. His cloak has spilled around his frame to surround you both, and somewhere in your frazzled mind, you imagine that you're caught in some beautiful, velvet-lined trap.

"I- must... return to my work." Hubert says stiffly. He pushes up from you and turns away, leaving you still flustered on the bed behind him. You sit upright, holding your arms tight around your body as you watch him straighten his hair and clothes.

"You, uhm..." your face reddens still as you search for the right words, "you could... join me in bed, if you liked."

Hubert turns to the door of his study, speaking without daring to even glance your way,

"Anything that you offer to me now will be born from the impulse to survive. I have been bargained with before." His shoulders slack just slightly, his voice low and sober, "The proudest nobleman will even sell off his own child to a monster if he feels it will spare him its teeth."

You open your mouth to protest, then shut it without a word. You feel that you know your mind and heart, even in this moment, but you lack the words to convince a man like this. In a feeble attempt, you murmur,

"You don't frighten me, Hubert. Not anymore."

He half turns toward you, though his hand remains on the handle of his study door.

"You yourself said that you do not know what you think of me," he says, "As such, I will not lay a hand on you until the day that you do."

You stare down at your hands in your lap, barely registering the sound of the door clicking shut as he leaves you in the bedroom. No matter how you try to sort out your tangled thoughts, the memory of his lips on yours won't leave them. If anything, it eclipses any sense of reason, standing resolutely in the way of your path to clarity. Letting out a groaning sigh, you fall onto your back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it could offer you any advice.

What do I think about my own husband? You wonder, the thought nearly enough to make you laugh. Well for one, he's a pain.

#hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #fire emblem #feh #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem fic #x reader

[bruhbrosworld]

When You Court

Lady Dimitrescu x fem! reader

-dating your lady is something special, although it's a little unconventional due to your obliviousness

-at first, you're completely ignorant to the fact that you're on dates with her, thinking she's only using her authority to fulfill her needs

-in your mind, it's only a matter of you being there at the right time when she needs it

-it'll start with her asking you to stay and read something to her, patting the spot beside her as she hands you a book of oscar wilde poems

-it's achingly warm in her quarters, and you have no standing to refuse, so you simply sit and do as she says, not thinking anything of it

-she asks you what you think about the poetry, and it's honestly a little intimidating

-this large, powerful woman is looking down at you over her cigarette with a little smirk

-what if you get it wrong? what if you get it right? what's right and wrong in her book?

-you're walking a thin line between gay panic and gay fear at this point

-but you manage to stutter faintly through your thoughts, thinking honesty is the best way to navigate this

-and you sit in silence for a moment, as her golden eyes amusedly deliberate your answer as she never breaks eye contact

-if blood vessels could burst simply from the heat rising in your skin, your face would be webbed with them now

-will she dismiss you? will she react with vague disinterest? what would be worse?

-you don't have much time to ponder, because she's soon nodding thoughtfully and to your shock, she agrees

-after that, it gets easier and easier to understand what she wants

-but as you get to know her, she makes it clear that she knows you just as well

-one night, as you make your way to clean the dining table of all the mess, she covertly dismisses her daughters with a wave of her hand

-another thing that has you in a chokehold: her absolute dominance

-you can feel her eyes follow you around the table as you make an attempt to clean but then she stops you

-you freeze and prepare for her to reprimand you, or worse, but instead she asks you to sit and eat with her

-it's terrifyingly unexpected, but you do as she says, and you find as the night goes on, you're enjoying yourself

-she asks you what you like to wear, what your life was like before the castle, things of that nature

-your dreams, your aspirations, even your darkest desire begin to gradually lay themselves out for her on her dinner table

-how can you resist? she's not only your boss, but also perhaps the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen

-and god, the first time you make her laugh, genuinely laugh, you feel like you've snorted the strongest ecstasy known to man

-it's quietly amused as she slightly tilts her head back and chuckles. a laugh that isn't overzealous but subtly full of mirth

-she even tells you, straight to her masterful point, that she wants to take care of you in more ways than one

-and

-fuck, you're in love with a nine foot tall vampiric woman

-by then, if you don't know that your mistress is making it clear she has the desire to court you, you may never figure it out

-you never go outside the castle on dates

-she insists that it's not safe nor does the outside have anything more than she could give you right here, and you agree

-as long as you're with her, it never matters where you are after all

-your duties soon find themselves terminated as she brings you closer and closer into the folds of her life

-your life becomes the most exquisite in the most bizarre circumstances

-baths together are her favorite as you lounge together in the hot waves of water, your hands on her legs massaging them ever so appreciatively

-she talks about her day, her duties, and if she's comfortable, she even voices some of her worries and insecurities

-yes, even a woman of her greatness houses a few insecurities after all

-walks in the courtyard by day, and artful discussions by night

-she adores your discussions on art and music. what you think of this writer, or of this piece means all the world to her.

-to have someone on par with her intellectually, even if they aren't physically or in status, is something she treasures

-although, you still know deep down that she loves that she's still your superior more

-you love it too tbh

-she sings to you while she plays the piano here and there, and you always feel winded by the complete and utter 180

-one moment she makes little work of begging servants, and the next she's making soft, lulling music just for you

-ohhh, and she loves the effect she has on you, absolutely relishes in using it to her advantage

-she's so cruel, so purposely devious as she lifts her dress to ask for help with her heel, or when she demands you do her hair

-what can she say? she's a heartstopper in more ways than one

-but, over all else, the best dates are the ones where she speaks her heart

-you could be standing in devastating monsoon together and it would never matter, as long as she told you that she loved you and that you were different than anyone else she had ever cared for

-it takes your breath away when she leans down and kisses you, brushing a finger across your cheek, and whispers to only you that you take such good care of her

-when she says things like that, you know in your gut, in the very sinews of your being, that you would do anything at all for her, all she need do is ask

-and she knows that, but she rarely would ever take advantage of such a gift

-only every now and then when she needs you to remind her just how much you long to worship her after all

#lady dimitrescu #resident evil #resident evil village #vampire #lets go lesbians #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #re8 #re village #resident evil 8 #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu headcanons

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

unfair ii, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: You know how you end up fucking your next door neighbor and her boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook? No? Oh. Well, I guess that’s just Min Yoongi’s predicament then. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; smut (fem reader, threesome, shower sex, cum eating, f and m-receiving oral, cowgirl, nipple vibrators are involved); soft fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then switches to you, Jungkook is pretty much mad horny 24/7; Yoongi just wants to be cuddled mentally and physically; ft. a poor soul who was only trying to deliver pizza...

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Through a series of events, Min Yoongi now had two problems. He was quite sure these were not problems anyone else had. Actually, he was positive that no one else could relate to his two very distinct problems, one of which was in front of him right this very moment.

“Yoongi-ssi.”

The slight amount of disrespect should have annoyed him, but these were different circumstances.

“You need to be patient like everyone else.”

Slam.

Now Yoongi’s slim wrists were pinned against the wall with strong hands, one tattooed, one not. His problems weren’t bad per se. Inconvenient, perhaps. They made his life difficult. Hard, even. A very solid weight pressed against his crotch. He shifted his eyes away, lips twisted in a small pout.

“… What do you mean, like everyone else?”

A low chuckle. Yoongi felt lips on his neck. His muscles tensed and he drew in a sharp breath as those lips began to graze over his skin. Familiar lips now, lips that he thought way too much about and much too inappropriate times. Lips that set his skin on fire and made him grit his teeth to avoid sounding too pathetic.

“Aw, are you jealous? Afraid we’ll be interested in someone else?”

Him, Min Yoongi, jealous? No, of course not. He had never been jealous in his entire life. Jealousy was linked to sin and Yoongi wasn’t that kind of person. He was a kind boy. A good soul. He had also never felt lust either. Never.

Those firm hips rolled against his and Yoongi almost gasped, biting on his tongue.

“Don’t worry, it will always be only you for us, love.”

Yoongi stared up at the ceiling. The higher power up there put him in this position. He did not ask for this. He did not ask for his heart to skip two beats at those words. He did not ask for Jeon Jungkook to be this sexy, this sweet, and this rough all at once. Was this how he was going to go? Was he going to die by sensory overload from Jeon Jungkook’s hotness? Probably.

Not the worst way to go.

“… You’re breaking the rules.”

Jungkook lifted his head, smirk on his lips and eyes half-lidded. “You broke them first,” he shot back, tongue between his teeth, quirking his eyebrows.

Holy fuck.

A minute before, Jungkook had been in the bedroom, chatting with Yoongi about… something. Yoongi couldn’t remember, because he was distracted. Jungkook had come home from walking Holly and was in the middle of telling him some story. Holly was passed out in the living room, living his best life. Yoongi, however, had been staring at Jungkook pulling off his white t-shirt, lifting it over his head and shoulders. Tattoos against the tan skin of his right arm, back muscles flexing as he stripped. Maybe, just maybe, Yoongi had lifted his hand and touched Jungkook’s back, just for a second. Traced a muscle, mouth slightly open, awed at how a human body could be so different from his.

“You’re not supposed to imitate sex until we’re all together,” Jungkook purred.

Yoongi’s eyes flitted away from Jungkook��s amused expression. “It wasn’t sexual.”

“Hmm.”

Yoongi shifted his eyes back to those brown eyes framed by long dark hair. His problem was making him very, very hard right now. Ah, he meant, the moment was difficult–

Jungkook’s pink tongue slid out and licked Yoongi’s lips, the lightest, hottest touch.

Fuuuuuck.

The front door opened. Sounds of shoes being removed, a soft sigh. Holly barked and there was a jangle of dog tags paired with a cheerful laugh and cooing noises. He could hear Holly’s fur being ruffled by pets.

“How was your day, Holly? Hopefully not as tiring as mine.”

Holly made a soft woof. Footsteps. And then she rounded the corner.

Problem number two.

Dressed in a tailored black skirt suit, white shirt, and a red tie. Molded perfectly to her hips and her sharply legs. Arm raised, slowly pulling her hairpin out of her hair, which tumbled down onto her shoulders, cascading around her cheeks. The prettiest eyes Yoongi had ever seen, the kind of eyes that kept him rooted in place – well, besides the larger man literally pressing him against the wall. She cocked an eyebrow at them.

“Jungkook,” she said slowly, leaning against the doorframe. That fucking line of her fucking body, every fucking curve held in that skirt suit. Was that even legal to wear in public? For Yoongi, it would definitely cause some complications. “I simply can’t guess what you want to do tonight.”

Jungkook grinned. “I didn’t start it.”

She chuckled. “Of course, you didn’t, darling.” Her eyes shifted to Yoongi. “How are you tonight, Yoongi, my love?”

These two were giving him constant heart arrhythmia. He was pretty sure his ears and his cheeks were both red.

“F-fine.”

-

The second you laid down those ground rules, you knew Jungkook was going to break them. That’s why you made them, of course. He always had that mischievous streak about him. Your initial meeting had been at the gym he worked at. You had signed up for a personal training session, just to see if it was something to commit to. Jungkook made you commit to something, all right. Were you two tangled in the sheets after your first or second meeting? You couldn’t remember.

You asked him why he had been so forward at the time and his response had been, “Excuse me, do you see yourself in the mirror? Literally every single guy at the gym was staring at you.”

“I didn’t see such a thing, Jungkook.”

“That’s because your eyes were on me.”

Moving out of your parents’ home had been a nice change. No longer did you have to worry about your parents accidentally hearing certain things. And the cherry on top had been a certain someone, a certain someone who was very, very interesting. Jungkook had eagerly nudged you the first time you two saw him innocently walking his dog.

“Let’s fuck him.”

“Excuse me?”

That devious smile. “Come on. You know you want to.”

Your raised eyebrows. “I do? I think you do.”

His mouth on your neck, making you melt. “I know we have similar taste, darling. Look at that cute, precious face. Don’t you want to sit on it?”

Poor clueless Min Yoongi had no idea what was coming as he trotted along the sidewalk with an excited Holly. He had no idea what you two were planning, how difficult his life was going to become, or what situations you two were going to put him in. For instance, he was currently sandwiched between you and Jungkook as water rained down on the three of you. The double showerheads had been a smart investment. You calmly worked shampoo into your hair, rubbing your ass against Yoongi’s hard cock as Jungkook held his arms behind his back, also rubbing his cock against Yoongi’s ass.

“T-this is not a shower,” Yoongi hissed out, throwing his head back as the head of his cock rubbed right between your ass cheeks.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook chuckled. “She’s shampooing her hair right now.”

The shampoo was dripping down your back, adding slick lubrication to an already dire situation for Yoongi. You reached back and pressed the head down in between your ass, creating a tighter crevice as Yoongi rolled his hips into you. Jungkook was humping Yoongi’s ass and making him lurch forward, increasing the speed by a few notches. You turned your head slightly with a smile, seeing Yoongi losing his control and Jungkook smirking at you.

“Fucking shit,” Yoongi moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Jungkook let go of his arms and gripped Yoongi’s hips instead, pushing his cheeks together, inhaling sharply.

“You have a great ass, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook murmured, lips on his shoulder, kissing lightly as he roughly thrust his hips up his ass cheeks, the head of his cock grazing Yoongi’s lower back.

Yoongi gasped, eyelids fluttering. “Not as nice as hers,” he mumbled back, chest heaving.

You squeezed Yoongi’s cock a little tighter. “Why, thank you.”

You watched Yoongi’s hands clench into fists as he shut his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he came, shooting warm, sticky cum up your back. You grinned and rubbed your ass against his crotch as the last residual bursts came, the sensitive head buried in between your ass cheeks as he shuddered, leaking into your tight crack.

You heard Jungkook hiss as he orgasmed, clamping Yoongi’s ass around his cock, jaw clenched tight, eyes closed. He seemed to feel your gaze and his eyes opened, paired with a cocky smile. Your name dropped from Jungkook’s lips, so low, so sexy.

“A gift for you.”

Jungkook spun Yoongi around at the waist and you dropped to your knees, tongue already out and slurping up Jungkook’s cum as he kissed Yoongi. Yoongi’s entire body was shivering, softly moaning to Jungkook’s mouth as your tongue slid low in between his ass. Jungkook really knew how to make you wetter than the fucking shower itself, sucking his cum out of Yoongi’s ass cheeks. You nipped at the skin and Yoongi whimpered into Jungkook’s mouth.

“You’re not being fair,” Yoongi hissed, trying to pull away.

Jungkook smiled.

“You don’t want fair, now do you?”

-

“What do you want on your pizza?”

Yoongi grunted. “Don’t care.”

You poked Yoongi in the chest.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

Jungkook pressed you down further. “He’s embarrassed,” he purred.

You looked up at Yoongi, who was scrolling on his phone and trying not to look at you. Either of you, for that matter. Yoongi was laying on the bed, in a gray t-shirt and his boxer briefs, with you on his lap and chest. Red bra and panties, with a black silk robe. Jungkook leaned against your back, shirtless and in his black sweatpants. Jungkook was also on his phone, ordering pizza. For some mysterious reason, you three were too tired to cook, thus the pizza.

You reached up and brushed Yoongi’s bangs out of his eyes. His mouth thinned into a line and he put his phone down on his chest. His eyes closed as you pet his dark hair. You smiled. Yoongi could act grumpy all he wanted. You saw right through him.

Yoongi let out a soft huff as Jungkook bounced on you a little. “I’m fine.”

You cupped his round cheek gently. “You can tell us, Yoongi.”

He cracked an eye open. “Too... much attention on me,” Yoongi mumbled. He puffed his cheeks and closed his eye again at your foxy smile. Well, Jungkook and you were generous lovers, after all.

“Pizza ordered and paid for.”

Jungkook’s phone bounced on the bed as he dropped it. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lovingly kissing your shoulders. Unsurprisingly, you felt your robe being pulled down a little as he kissed down your back. You placed your arms on Yoongi’s chest, chin on top.

“I love you.”

When Yoongi didn’t respond, you poked him again. He frowned and opened his eyes barely a sliver. You gazed up at him expectantly. His ears were turning red. You had said it before. Jungkook had said it before. But getting it out of Yoongi was proving to be more difficult.

“Jungkook, your girlfriend is in love with me,” Yoongi muttered. He was still looking at you, not closing his eyes.

“Me too, so you better say it back to her,” Jungkook replied cheerfully, an edge of danger in his voice.

Yoongi puffed his cheeks lightly again. “I’m being threatened by your boyfriend,” he said to you.

You stared deep into those dark brown eyes. You lifted your head, moving closer to Yoongi’s face. Your silk robe was sliding down your arms, thanks to Jungkook’s insistence.

“I love you,” you said again, voice husky and seductive.

Yoongi sucked in his lower lip anxiously.

Your head dipped down, lips softly touching his. You softly breathed into his mouth. He whimpered, tongue touching the edge of your lips. You sucked on it lightly, the tip of yours entwining with his. You mouthed the words again against his lips and he mouthed them back. The robe was leaving you completely now. You broke apart from Yoongi, smiling as Jungkook’s hands traveled up your belly.

Yoongi swallowed, nervousness fluttering in his expression.

“You say it… so easily.”

You frowned slightly. “Is that bad?”

Yoongi’s eyes shifted to the head of hair behind you, hearing his soft kisses on your back. You reached over and brushed your fingers against Yoongi’s cheek. His eyes flickered back to you, wordless.

“Jungkook and I are very happy to be with you.”

You could see the confliction on his face. You felt Jungkook raise his head and place it on your shoulder, arms around your waist. Yoongi seemed sensitive, aware of the two of you watching him as he struggled internally.

“Aren’t you happy… with just Jungkook?”

Ah.

You turned your head to look at Jungkook. He nuzzled your nose, smiling.

“Are you happy, darling?” you whispered against his lips.

“With you, always.”

You turned back to Yoongi and smiled down at him. His brown eyes were unsure, looking down, somewhat ashamed. As if he walked in on something he shouldn’t have. As if he wasn’t meant to be here. You placed your hands on his cheeks and gently lifted his face, forcing him to look at you and Jungkook.

“Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook said quietly. “You don’t have to worry. We want to love you.”

“Why?”

Yoongi’s voice cracked, just a little. He wrapped one of his hands around one of your wrists, blinking fast to push away his tears.

“I… I shouldn’t have… You two were happy without me…”

“Shh.”

You leaned down and placed kisses on his cheeks. His hand on your wrist trembled. Maybe he was scared. Scared he might ruin your relationship. Scared he might just be a toy in both of your hands, only used for fun. Scared he might lose you two when you get bored. Scared that it was all a fleeting happiness, a moment of lust that would disappear all too soon.

“Just want to make you happy, Yoongi,” you murmured against his skin. “Just want to be around you and hold you in my arms and wake up next to you every day.”

You felt Jungkook bend down and kiss Yoongi on the forehead. “Just want to see your face,” Jungkook continued softly. “Pour all of our love into you until you can’t take any more and then give you even more. You make us so, so happy.”

Jungkook and you pulled back a little, giving Yoongi some room to breathe. He sniffled sheepishly and wiped his eyes, frowning slightly. His eyes flickered from Jungkook and then to you.

“Hah… I didn’t need all that,” he mumbled clumsily.

“But you wanted to hear it anyway,” Jungkook replied playfully.

Yoongi turned his head away, blinking quickly. You tried not to smile at his shyness.

“Why would you even think… to add another?”

You rubbed the back of your head. “Well… actually, we both saw you at the same time and, ah, it wasn’t really planned.” You laughed a little. “We thought you were going to run away or just leave it at as a one-time thing.” You leaned down as Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. “Imagine our surprise when you knocked on the door once again.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You guys were literally fucking on our shared wall.”

“Maaaaaaybe…”

“If you were going to make a ruckus, at least let me enjoy too,” Yoongi grumbled.

You gently turned Yoongi’s face back towards you, dropping your head as Jungkook unhooked your bra.

“Now you can enjoy all the time.”

Your hands slid down his clothed chest. Yoongi gasped against your lips, suddenly feeling your bare breasts against the thin fabric. Jungkook was pulling your red panties down your legs, tossing them who-knows-where. You moaned as you felt Jungkook’s tongue on your wetness, licking a thick stripe up your slit. He stuck his tongue inside you, pushing it in once, twice. You squeezed the muscle with your pussy as you pulled Yoongi to you. Jungkook lifted you up, ass in the air, legs spread. He coated his tongue with your slick juices before flicking your clit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…” you whined, clutching onto Yoongi’s shirt and rubbing your tits against his chest. Yoongi inhaled sharply, gently nudging you.

“Let me take it off,” Yoongi chuckled. You frowned as you released him. Jungkook sucked on your clit as Yoongi pulled his gray t-shirt over his head, his hair fluffy as it was disturbed. You crawled up his chest and kissed him deeply, moaning as you felt his large hands on your breasts, kneading them roughly. You felt Jungkook slide one of his fingers inside you, teeth nipping at your ass.

“Mmm…”

You lifted your head. Yoongi smirked underneath you, pinching your nipples as Jungkook pushed another finger in your pussy. You bit your lip, moaning their names as Jungkook began to finger-fuck you, his free hand gripping your hip. You felt Yoongi press his thumbs against your nipples and rub them in circles, your body rocking upwards from the force of Jungkook’s fingers. You vaguely heard Yoongi call your name and you looked down at him, head fuzzy with pleasure.

“Y-yes?”

His pink lips so pretty, softly turned upward towards you.

“Kiss me.”

You leaned down and kissed him, whining as Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you to lick your pussy again, rubbing his slick fingertips on your clit. You moaned into Yoongi’s mouth and he caught your tongue, sucking on it. He pinched your nipples once again, hard, and it pushed you over the edge, gasping as you came in Jungkook’s mouth, his tongue lapping you up, smearing it all over your pussy.

You broke out of Yoongi’s kiss, trying to catch your breath. You felt movement under you and heard Yoongi’s surprised yelp as Jungkook yanked his underwear down his legs.

“Jungkook, what–”

You couldn’t even finish your question because Jungkook pushed your hips down with one hand, using his other to push Yoongi’s semi-hard dick up. Yoongi gasped as your wet, dripping pussy planted straight onto his balls and the base of his cock, immediately coating them with your orgasm and Jungkook’s saliva. The position left the head of Yoongi’s cock against his lower belly and your slippery pussy on his length and balls.

You felt Jungkook’s lips against your ear.

“Don’t move.”

You frowned slightly at Jungkook’s command, feeling Yoongi’s cock swell at the close contact to your pussy. Your preferred form of birth control was condoms, so you weren’t used to feeling raw cock against your pussy. It wasn’t inside you, so you didn’t panic, but you rubbed yourself against Yoongi’s balls just a little. Yoongi gritted his teeth, head pushed back against the pillows.

“What is that kid thinking?” Yoongi muttered, “He can’t leave us here like this.”

You could tell he was too scared to touch you, lest something slip. He caught you staring at him and he blushed, turning away quickly.

“W-what?”

Your tongue balanced between your teeth, smirking slightly. You clenched your walls, knowing he could feel the opening tighten against his balls. Yoongi hissed, digging his fingers into the sheets.

“You’re just as bad,” he pouted, giving you the side eye.

You heard movement behind you. Jungkook. Firm hands grasped your hips, lifting you up. You whimpered at the loss of warmth, looking down to see Yoongi’s cock covered with your juices. Jungkook let you go, and you were on one knee, other leg somewhat extended as Jungkook dipped his head downward between your legs. Yoongi moaned as Jungkook licked him all over, pink tongue flashing as you watched with bated breath. He took Yoongi’s balls in his mouth, sucking them clean. Yoongi’s eyes rolled back in his head, barely registering Jungkook putting a condom on his already-hard cock. A second later and Jungkook removed his mouth with a wet plop, grinning.

He slid up your body, kissing you deeply, your taste on his lips. You smiled, feeling him wrap his hands around your waist again, pulling you back down. Yoongi barely had time to orient his cock before you sank down on him, moaning into Jungkook’s mouth.

“Feeling good, love?” Jungkook growled against your lips, nipping at them.

You squeezed Yoongi’s cock. It throbbed inside you as Yoongi groaned. “So good, Jungkook,” you panted, voice glazed with lust.

Yoongi rolled his hips up into you as Jungkook nuzzled your neck, kissing it softly. You closed your eyes, pleasure filling you up. You began to bounce on Yoongi’s cock, intertwining your fingers with his as you thrust him into you, hitting your favorite spot. Nice and deep, over and over. Jungkook cupped your breasts and your eyes snapped open, feeling something foreign being stuck to your breasts.

It couldn’t be–

“Jung- fuck!”

His name was quickly replaced by you swearing as he turned the nipple vibrators on, grinning infuriatingly into your shoulder. They were in the shape of little red hearts, taped right onto your nipples. You winced, body shuddering as you grabbed Yoongi’s other hand, clutching on them tight as the vibrations radiated through you. Your pussy clenched involuntarily and you were already orgasming, eyes rolling back into your head as Jungkook’s hands guided your hips, using your pussy to fuck Yoongi. How were you supposed to think? Breathe? Do anything, but feel the relentless vibrations on your sensitive nipples as Yoongi moaned under you, helpless as Jungkook controlled everything, bouncing you expertly.

And then you felt it.

Jungkook’s cock sliding up your back, his balls resting on the top of your ass.

“J-Jungkook, it’s t-too much…” you gasped, “I-I can’t…”

“You can,” Jungkook whispered, humping your back, breath tight. “Just for us, you can, my love. I know you can.”

Jungkook was actually crazy. You thought just him alone was wild. Pair that with Yoongi’s dick shoved so far inside you and the nipple vibrators – you were losing your mind, head lolling as Jungkook sucked in a tight breath, rubbing the head of his cock hard and fast against your back. He lifted one of his hands off your hip to press his cock down against your back, smearing pre-cum everywhere. Slick, wet slapping sounds mixed with your moans, amplified by the vibrations on your nipples.

“F-fuck, I’m going to…”

“Hold on, Yoongi, please,” Jungkook begged, throwing his head back. “Please, I’m so fucking close.”

“Easy for y-you to say,” Yoongi gasped, clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. “I’m the one inside her pussy.”

A choked wail tore through you, the multiple sensations too much as you came again, all over Yoongi’s cock, eyelids fluttering. You felt Jungkook’s grip tighten and he moaned out his release, shooting cum up your back. Yoongi pushed his head back into the pillows and groaned, cock jerking against your walls as he spurted into the condom, breathlessly calling out your name.

Jungkook grabbed the remote and turned off the nipple vibrators, finally giving you some rest. You flopped down on top of Yoongi, exhausted, fingers laced with his. He was panting hard, making you rise and fall with his chest.

The doorbell rang.

All three of you popped your heads towards the direction of the front door.

“Oh shit.” Jungkook’s eyes were wide. “The pizza.”

You frowned. “They wouldn’t ring the doorbell.”

Jungkook climbed off you, grabbing his sweatpants. Oh, great. Yes, just left his cum sprayed all over your back, especially when you were drained of energy. Yoongi let go of your hands gently.

“Let me get a towel,” Yoongi chuckled, disturbing you greatly as he slid out from under you.

-

Jungkook burst the door open, shirtless, black sweatpants low slung on his hips, tattooed arm extended with his right hand on the knob. A shorter man stood behind the door, recoiling quickly, as if he didn’t have his ear pressed against the door seconds before. His face was flushed pink, full lips trembling. He was in the pizza delivery boy uniform.

His name tag read “Park Jimin”.

“Ah, u-uh,” Jimin stuttered at Jungkook’s surprised expression. “We ran out of sweet potato, so we threw in an extra pizza. I-is that okay?”

“Oh!” Jungkook pouted as he took the pizzas. “Oh, that’s fine. We’ll get it next time.”

Jimin bowed deeply. “Sorry for the trouble! Thank you!”

And he ran.

Jungkook stood in the door, cradling the warm pizza, blinking at the swift exit.

“Uh… cool.”

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[demonictales]

May I ask for headcanons with Wei ying, Jiang Cheng and Nie huiashang (if I spelled that right). Where reader was their one of their best friend and a Wen, but soon disappeared when the Wen clan started to take over the other sects. Boys then finding their friend, disabled from their golden core and imprisoned in a remote place where no one could have found them, because they rebelled against the clan leader. Could be more angsty if they lost their hearing or sight, because they were tortured.

oh, i’m excited how this one will turn out. here we go! my heart while writing this went →↑→↑←↑↓↑→↑←↓ also I know you said imprisioned but i got kinda carried away writing this. I'm so sorry okijd

TW: TORTURE, BLINDNESS

GUSU LAN CLAN LECTURES

First of all you were Wen Chao's cousin, unfortunately. However, you pretty much did as you wanted to because who could really control you, so of course you went along to the Lan Clan's lectures alongside Wen Qing and Wen Ning.

Of course you arrived in old fashioned Wen manner and interrupted the ceremony already breaking rules at the entrance. When no one else but Wei Wuxian spoke up. It did indeed amuse you the way he spoke up agains Wen Chao so you carefully watched him.

Excused for the day all three of you eventually went their own way. You had no idea what Wen Qing was up to or Wen Ning, so you eventually walked around the clan, exploring your new home for the few lectures to come. Eventually, in the back hill you bumped into Wei Wuxian who thought Wen Ning to use bow and arrow until that nearly backfired when Wen Qing's voice rang through the air.

"Let's say we are even now that you nearly killed Lady Wen. ---" You were joking obviously, but refering to the earlier incident.

He wasn't quite sure how to deal with you yet but it seemed you made quite the point. Eventually you walked along with him, leaving Wen Ning and Qing to their own.

Meeting Jiang Cheng once more you, indeed did apologize for interrupting his greetings earlier that day. You were quite different than most in the Wen Clan, you did apologize and show manners, though you weren't completely innocent.

As much as you did enjoy art and classics, you were also a little troublemaker, It was a healthy combination of mischief and manners that allowed you to walk the grey zone. So of course you soon bonded with Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huiasang.

You became great friends soon. You learned about Wei Wuxian's mischief, enjoyed his stories of bickering with Lan Zhan, came to know Nie Huiasang's grand taste and love for art and other not so lady like things, as well as his dislike for fighting and of course Jiang Cheng, he was rather complicated but you still enjoyed his presence. You could never quite tell what was on his mind but you knew for sure he deeply cared for his family. He was in fact, someone who seemed to long for his own little happy ending.

Meeting up in secret for a drinking which was strictly forbidden, you had lots of fun until the next morning when you were called for punishment. Even though you were a Wen, you could simply walk away but decided to stay and take the 50 hits. You had made friends for a lifetime during the lectures.

WEN CLAN LECTURES

You'd lie if you say you weren't excited to see your friends again, however, it weren't the best circumstances. You greatly disliked the way it had processed to far yet there they stood, all clans: Nie Clan, Jin Clan, Jiang Clang and eventually Hanguang Jun.

This wasn't much of a lecture, more of Wen Chao showing of his power due to the enormous power the Quishan Wen Clan had gathered. You weren't sure if you were embarrassed or disgusted by your cousin but either way, knowing Wei Wuxian's character you soon had something to laugh. And you were right.

Wen Chao made him recite the Wen Clan rules which ironicially, he didn't even know himself so you nearly busted a lung and earned an angry side eye from your cousin when Wei Wuxian recited the Lan Clan rules.

Of course this would not go without punishment, not for you not for Wei Wuxian and co.

Eventually you helped with the dung being spread, being trapped between Jin Zixuan, Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan. Fun times. Once more, you apologizes for his behaviour knowing your words could do nothing. The only thing this gave you was the title of Gentle Wen. An embarrassment to your family but in the cultivation world between your friends quite the praise.

You tried getting their swords back but with no luck. You only ended up being grounded in your own room with guards outside.

You weren't able to help your friends out and it did annoy you. It seemed as if you tried harder the more complicated it would get for you to get out of here. It did drive you insane.

When every visitor was suppossed to hunt the monster that roamed through the mountain you once again were by their side, refusing to speak nor act according to your cousin's order.

Which led to quite the argument between you, who stood on your friends side, and Wen Chao and his woman, who for the love of cultivation, wondered where she came from

Either way, you stood between him and Wang Lingjiao when she had ordered to use Mianmian as a sacrifice. You at this point who would believe you, matter of fact, you knew that he was just being abusive. Safe to say it did piss your cousin off and ended up in a fight, eventually were Wei Wuxian would get hurt.

Just like the rest, you got stuck in the cave alongside the rest of the cultivators. Proofing your loyalty to your friends once more. Not so much to the other clans.

This time you helped out Huaisang the most. The poor guy was frightened to death. He was such a soft boy. You felt bad about it and apologzied multiple times while staying by his side, doing your best to help him through the situation. At this point, if you were no traitor to the Wen Clan what else could you possibly be?

You followed Jiang Cheng's introductions to leave the cave through the water, Nie Huaisang by your side.

After all you had made it out word spread proufoundly about you and the Wen Clan. Some said you were a spy, working for the Wen Clan and earning sympathy, others said you were honest about your intentions, later was some encouring words by Nie Huaisang. You truly did appreciate his words.

The moment you stepped foot into Qishan, you were confined to you room until they needed you. They made use of your connections to Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang whenever they needed to. Tricky but smart.

WEN CHAOS HAVOC + SUNHOT CAMPAIGN

It was only when you dumb cousin started to wreak havoc among the clans that you started to see the situation clearly and did not want to have anything to do with it. After cloud recesse had been burned to nearly ashes you spoke up, you were against it. Precious memories were made there and now they had became ashes, quite literally.

If you had known about all the scheming you'd have told Lan Xichen right away, made sure nothing would happen to the Gusu Lan Clan. But being confined barely gave you any choices until one day you fought your way out, meeting your uncle, confronting him about it.

You knew that the Wen Clan was better than that, but the yin iron had taken up to much of his sanity, he instructed Wen Chao to take care of you.

Of course it pained you to see all the chaos and blood being she'd of cour once former friends familie's. There did not a day go by where you begged him to stop. You even tried going against him, but failed miserably.

Wang Lingjiao enjoyed her given power, using it to destroy every piece of hope you still had. Even bringing you along to Lotus Pier to watch the massacre of your closest friends parents.

Daily torture was on your agenda. Being wipped, being burned, being starved or simply kicked and punched by her minions. But you were to prideful to give in just so easily, especially when you head news of Jiang Cheng being captured.

Again, you tried your best to stop him but Wen Chao had enough of your antic and ordered Wen Zuhliu to end it but his woman had a better idea. Get rid of her golden core and blind her. It was her revenge for you spitting the hot soup right into her face, eventually burning her slightly. It was worth it.

You were left in pain, after you felt the power leave your body, the spiritual power who kept healing you in a very slow pace if you needed it but eventually had lost it. The worst was losing your sight, the light of day, not knowing if it was day or night, not being able to navigate on your own.

Treason, that was the reason. You could have had so much more if it wasn't for your weak heart. The words were spoken as hot iron was pushed into your eyes. Your screams were hunting the people who were present. Yet you had lost all of hope and strength in one night, being dumped somewhere on a mountain with nothing but the purpose to die.

After the sunshot campaign people had wondered what happened to you as you were nowhere to be found, yet they all agreed to not search and leave things as they were, the Qishan Wen Clan was extinguished.

PASSING YEARS

Years had passed and you had managed to get yourself back on your feet, even if it wasn't as safe anymore. You learned to live with your blindness.

Deep in the forest in an abandoned little hut. It was perfect for you. You secluded yourself from the world, living in peace. You remembered some tricks your old friend Wei Wuxian had once taught you, and even though your golden core was gone, little tricks like these did do. Obviously you had to renew them every now and then but it was no bother at all.

What you did not know was that the mountain, or rather the forest you lived in belonged to a clan, and possible night hunt had given up your days of silence and years being secluded.

Only when you heard footsteps that did not belong to anything on your small land, you ended up hiding in your small hut, a knife held firmly in your hands.

The voices you could make out seemed familiar but you stayed quiet, perhaps they'd leave.

Of course they did not leave and soon it seemed, three people were standing in your small front yard where chicken where quietly eating and living.

They surely were surprised that someone had managed to live on the mountain of the Jin Clan largest property. That did put you quite in panic. You knew they were your death sentence if they would find you, so you tried to sneak away, but of course Wei Wuxian was one step ahead of you.

" Where do you think you're going ?"

" Wei Wuxian? "

Your voice was hesitant yet filled with surprise but you could definitely make out his voice between a hundred people. A smile almost creeped upon your lips, soley depending on your hearing.

Your attire was still very much simple. A very out worn red hanfu, the logos of the Wen Clan faded but still slightly visible. It was Nie Huaisang that pointed this out. Of course he would notice such details, so he still was alive and breathing. You were deligthed to know this.

However, it was Jiang Cheng who put 1 and 1 together.

" Lady Y/N ? ---"

Silence filled by gasp of Nie Huaisang, as you nodded quietly.

"Guilty."

You were not sure how to feel, happy that you finally met the people you once called friends or scared knowing it could now mean your death.

"I'm glad to hear you are all still well. How have you been all these years? -----"

They would have expected anything but not to meet you. It were raw and mixed feelings. You know you owed Jiang Cheng your live for your family had taken his. You dared not to move your head his way and kept it strictly on the ground.

It was also Wei Wuxians family but it wasn't as deeply rooted.

Nie Huaisang was the first one to approach you, carefully. Asking what had happened to you. So until late night, you told them what happened to you, what your clan did to you, how you ended up here.

You also apologized again, falling to your knees, knowing you could not make up for the loses they had suffered. You started crying, begging for forgiveness.

They explained what had happened on their side, and also admitting they hoped they had not lost you but eventually gave up. You on the other hand did not blame them.

It was a bittersweet reunion after years of forming friendship, betrayal and chaos. Feeling pain and rejoycing again.

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