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“A place that I could call home

with Azul Ashengrotto”

He was feared by quite a few of his peers. And he was content with that reputation. The air that surrounded him was a reminder to avoid messing with him. Not even including the Leech twins that instilled terror in most, if not, all students.

But not you. In fact, his mysterious nature and facade only interested you. Like an oblivious researcher, you felt the need to learn more. To discover the secrets he’s permit you to.

Even as he tried to scare you off with threats or empty gestures, you remained stationary as a figure in his life. Pestering him about schoolwork or his plans when the lounge is closed. It was as if you were trying to weasel your way in.

He was teased relentlessly by Floyd Leech, and a little more quietly questioned by Jade Leech. What was a human outside of their knowledge trying to do? Intercepting their routine with curiosity and intrigue.

He had no answer to offer them, as he was also lost. You didn’t appear to have malicious intentions from what he interrogated you on. In fact, aside from blindly trusting him at every moment, there was really nothing he knew about you.

Perhaps he could keep you around, being the benevolent man he is.

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“Overslept

with Floyd Leech”

He was completely silent, for once.

As you sobbed into his chest, the merman remained completely still. The hand that rested on your head appeared to be the only reminder that he was still functioning.

“I’m a wreck,” you breathed out through shaky and pitchy syllables. You didn’t dare to look at him, in case the look on his face wasn’t pleasant. You’d rather be oblivious to any boredom he may face during your session of weakness.

He was silent for a while though. So long that if you weren’t sitting up on his bed, you’d think he had fallen asleep.

After a bit, you decided to take that risk of being faced with distaste. Looking up at him though, you saw something else.

He looked defeated. Like he was to blame for something.

“I wanna help.” When he looked into your eyes, his arms wrapped around you in order to pull you close. “So, how can I help my Fishy?”

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“I’m not pretty when I’m naked

with Lynette”

Nudity

She shed her clothes in your bedroom, feeling dread pool in her stomach.

Hearing you walk in, she tried to make sure she maintained a face of indifference. Being left in her undergarments as she searched for her pajamas, she felt pathetic. You would never pressure her to do something like this, changing with the door open, rendering herself vulnerable.

“Dear, what’s the matter?” She hadn’t even noticed the tears falling down her face. She stared at the loose t-shirt in her clenched fists.

She was shaking.

“I’d like to change alone, I think.” She braced herself for something. Maybe physical contact from your hand, or a sigh of disappointment. Something to try to coerce her into continuing despite her hesitation.

But she wasn’t met with any distaste, as you pulled away and reached behind you. You handed her the pajama pants she’d brought for your sleepover.

“You don’t need my permission to do what makes you comfortable, Lynette. You’re safe to do whatever you need.”

Before she could start sobbing, she quickly turned away to leave for the bathroom. At times like this, you knew it was not best to force her to be too open. Lynette allowing you to see a side of her that reveals her fear is rare. It was best not to push it.

And while you returned to making sure your room was ready for her return, she stood in the mirror.

What did she do to deserve you?

Or is this maybe what she earned, through all the hellish experiences she’s faced in her lifetime.

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“Commercial break

with Riddle Rosehearts”

with Trans! reader + Transphobic Riddle

(Takes place before his overblot)

“You don’t get it, do you?” He despised the dejected expression on your face. Still, he nodded with your blunt inquiry. “I’m not who I used to be, Riddle.”

He wanted to be understanding, and he was trying so hard to. It was taking everything in him not to push you away in angry confusion.

You were you.

Why were you saying that you were someone else, someone aside from who he grew up with? Was this some stupid prank Ace and Deuce put you up to? Why are you going against all it is he was raised to believe? Did you hate him?

“Why are you being delusional?” He slipped up in his thoughts.

“Huh?” He knows you’d heard that reaction from others within your classes, but not him. And even though he could see the pain in your eyes, he chose to continue.

“You’re selfisb, pulling the rug out from everyone just because you want to be different. I will not support your actions and behavior. And the only ones who will stand by your stupidity is those who see you’re a pitiful fool. Remember that.”

I do not believe Riddle would be discriminating against any minority after his overblot, however this is a short drabble containing my speculation for how it could be. Transphobia will not be tolerated.

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“Rising water levels

with Furina”

Modern AU

You’d been made aware of her fear of the rain, well, the anxiety at least. When a clap of thunder would reign down, you were no fool when it came to feeling her grip tighten around your hand or waist.

Or perhaps you were.

While you were unconscious still, the false archon had been awoken by a trembling strike of lightning. It didn’t sound too close, but it certainly shook her. Helplessly turning to you, she was conflicted. You were sleeping through it fine.

The only thing she was capable of doing in that moment was try to shift her way closer without waking you. It didn’t matter to her if you would mind or not, she couldn’t let you see her like this. What idiot is afraid of storms anyway?

So she was focused on the rain that was attempting to make a forced entry into her mind. She didn’t even sense or feel your arms reach around her. Barely aware of her fright in its entirety, you pulled her closer into your own body.

Letting go for only a moment to grab your headphones off the bedside table, she panicked. “Wait, please!”

It was a near shriek. One she would surely be embarrassed by if she wasn’t so terrified.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere, Furina.” You placed the headphones in front of her shivering body. She was shaking, but rigid as well. “I am never going to leave your side in your time of need. I promise you that.”

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“Close, but not your favorite

with Navia”

With her obligations in her life, you should’ve expected that you wouldn’t take priority. Even with her attempts to fill in gaps and plan dates, it wasn’t rare when cancellations would take place due to her inability to attend. She just had too much to do.

So you’d bite your tongue each time one of the Spina’s members would come to you directly and inform you of her absence.

It was as if life had favorites, and you weren’t one of them.

But to tell her, claiming that it’s simply too much to handle. How pathetic would that be? That you can’t handle not being a focus in her already busy and bustling life.

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“Your name

with Lyney”

It’s such a cheesy sight. Seeing her own brother develop a new fondness for someone new. A curious glint would make its way to his eyes at just the mention of your name. A soft smile would join this curious expression.

But this is before. Before he realizes how deeply rooted you are inside of him. And before he is made aware just how special this audience member and friend is.

Your name is different. Holding priority in his mind in contrast to others. Originality doesn’t matter to him though. Only the individual.

So perhaps it isn’t your name that sticks out. Just the fact that it’s you, out of anyone else.

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“Rest well, my dear

with Kaveh”

He didn’t rest enough. That was why he was bothered. You kept reminding yourself of that while in your living room, as he had occupied your bedroom desk to work on a project with an upcoming deadline.

Within a few minutes he’d come out calmer and explain how he felt while apologizing.

But it didn’t occur. You were not sought out by him.

Worried that he was bothered on a deeper level, you made your way to where he was. As you creaked open the door, you heard soft mumbling. And pushing it open further, revealed a sleeping figure. Your boyfriend.

With a smile, you shook your head. At least he was resting. And as much as you’d love for him to be in the bed, a more comfortable place of rest, disturbing him might cause issue. He could, being the stubborn worker he was, try to work more on the project.

So you settled for grabbing a soft blanket from your bed and draping it over him.

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“No more theatrics

with Furina”

As she’s under you, her heart races. One arm of yours rests next to her, holding you up on her bed. The other is used to cup her cheek.

She felt conflicted. Wanting to loudly exclaim her thoughts on this predicament, but she wasn’t even sure what her thoughts were.

“Ahem! Is this any way to treat your— uhm— the beauty before you? I was once the most beloved in all of Fontaine! The— the least you could do is show me a more dignified display.”

With a smile spreading across your lips, you leaned down and kissed her other cheek. The one your hand was not holding.

“You really are beautiful.” Pink blush bloomed brightly across her face. Obvious in comparison to her pale features typically. “But, you’re correct, I should get off.”

“Hey, wait!” A hand reached up to grab the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like this, so stay…please,” her voice fell incredibly soft.

With her apparent desire to remain like this, perhaps you can indulge the ‘beauty before you.’

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ik i like girls but your cyno stuff got me feelin some kinda way 😭

That’s literally how I feel with your works

I typically only like male characters in most medias, but your works have made me obsessed

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“I forget if I ever loved anyone else

with Lynette”

When asked the question of if she’s loved another person like she’s loved you, her answer is immediate. Denying the existence of feelings for anyone else. “How could I love someone who isn’t you?”

You were her first relationship. The first and only one outside her family who has been able to succeed in making her feel comfortable. It was you, who made her feel ready to open her heart.

To you, she wasn’t like some robot, or object. She was your partner. You’d announce that to the world if you were able to. Because you’re proud of her. Proud of exactly who she is.

Offering to help her pick plants to add to her tea, or incorporate into her and Lyney’s magic performances. None of it was silly or unnecessary to you.

If she wanted or needed anything, you’d be there. You’ve never said those words aloud, but you didn’t have to. Because your actions spoke volumes your vocal cords could never achieve.

So, no. She’s never loved anyone the way she loves you. Because no one has loved her the way you do.

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“To be up with you

with Cyno”

“I want to be with you,” he weakly tried to argue. The general had been trying through the night to stay awake with you. His reasoning? That he wants to be with you

It seemed silly, and you’re right. Because he absolutely is.

After all his patrolling and work, you thought a day off was in order. Even though he challenged you to genius invokation TCG several times, you watched and took care of him. Ensuring he could rest.

He objected this arrangement, but eventually relented until it came time for bed.

Even as he struggled to keep his ruby eyes open, he claimed that he had to stay up with you.

“Allow me to stay awake, or face. . .” He trailed off as you gently pushed him back. He had no energy to put up a fight.

You crawled under the covers of your bed alongside him. While he drew you in close, you whispered something that didn’t quite register in his exhausted mind.

“I’m not leaving your side any time soon, so please. Try to rest.”

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comfort fic…hu tao comforting reader who lost a family member please..

“In my time of need

with Hu Tao”

With her arms around your waist, she allows you to rest your body into her own. Her grip is firm, and the atmosphere feels heavy. Unlike the director’s usual behavior, she was silent while embracing you.

Not because she didn’t want to speak. She just didn’t know how. Hu Tao has never been confident or sure of her abilities to comfort or be there for someone emotionally,

But for you, she makes an exception to her rule of keeping her distance. She wants to try to help. And not by trying to make you laugh with her, at times, poor humor.

But by trying to show you she cares. And she’s there.

Loss is a scary thing. She knows that. So if she can help you grieve in any healthy manner, she’ll be there. As both a friend and a lover. If you need her, you have her.

Losing someone is one of the hardest things someone can experience. The world can be so unfair to the most undeserving people. Try to keep your head up. I’m here if you need anything <3

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Queue — 0

“The state of my works

What a dreary topic. . .”

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do you do comfort fics…

Comfort fics

I absolutely do comfort fics, whether it’s the character comforting the reader or the other way around

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“Gentle with me

with Jade Leech”

Non-detailed NSFW

It shocks you, quite a bit. How every ask of confirmation has no hidden tease behind it. As he asks you if he can touch you here, or kiss you there. He is sincere and gentle with your body.

How amusing and sweet it is, to witness your beloved boyfriend offer you a blanket to hide your face if you find it necessary. He’s so attentive to your body’s reactions and the sounds you make. Trying to ensure you aren’t in too much pain, or discomfort.

He’s unfamiliar with this act, so he allows you to guide him. Telling him what you like or dislike. It’s all so soft, the way murmurs praises into your shoulder when it’s all said and done.

Although he isn’t accustomed to the heat of the ordeal, he can handle it if it means you’re okay. Unless, of course, you’d like to be cleaned. He can run a nice bath for the two of you.

He can save any chaotic thoughts or energy for another time, but all that’s important to him, is ensuring you are okay. You are his priority.

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MAFU, YOUR WORKS ARE BEAUTIFUL <333

ᯓ✿ there was no saving you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ inspired by this amazing fic by beau 🫶 in which your illness only seems to get worse

ˋ°•*⁀➷ baizhu x gn! reader

₊˚ ANGST!!! MUCH ANGST, marrying a corpse but like not in a weird way, character death (reader)

he wished he knew from the very second you met that it wasn’t meant to last. the medicines he had brewed for you kept you sleeping and comfortable until the inevitable end. something kept baizhu standing by that bed, he could have gave up but he took care of you. even as you became weaker and barely able to stand for longer than a minute, he was losing sleep looking for something, anything that could cure you. maybe it was his dedication to medicine, or maybe he loved you despite your fleeting life.

in the middle of the night, the doctor had fallen asleep at his desk when he awoke from a nightmare and decided that enough is enough. he had realized something that night, something he hadn’t realized he wanted. baizhu knew deep down that there was absolutely nothing he could do to save you from the rapidly approaching end, this thing is going to kill you sooner rather than later. he’d find himself talking to you while you were fast asleep under the influence of the cocktail of medicines he’d given you to keep you comfortable, telling you everything and pretending you could hear him. if he could only take the ailment that will soon take your life and transfer it to himself, he would in a heartbeat.

as your condition further deteriorated, he knew the end would come in only days. as you took your last breath before falling into an eternal sleep, baizhu’s heart shattered into a million pieces. placing a silver ring on your finger, he’d carry your lifeless body to the grave he prepared just outside his house.

day after day, the doctor would place the flowers you loved on your grave, hopelessly praying that you’d be happy and without the illness that had taken your fleeting life on the other side.