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⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

─── he never meant to fall so hard for you. ⟢ repost !

✦ content. gender neutral! reader, mute! reader, reader uses sign language, established relationship, Blade being emotionally constipated, depictions of injury and gore ✦ w/c. 5.3k (unedited) ✦ tags. @thetwinkims

In all the years you had been Blade’s companion, he always found himself surprised at finding you in his home whenever he would return from a mission. He still could not understand what incited you to stay with him, or in his home.

It was not a particularly nice place; it was dingy, small, and someone had certainly been murdered in the bathroom, but for the likes of him, such trivial material things did not hold much importance. So long as he had a place to sleep and to heal, he would make do. That was until you came prancing into his life. You had turned his hovel into a home, turned it into a place that he did not dread coming home to, alone.

Blade’s clothes were in tatters, shredded away alongside large chunks of his flesh. Deep scratches had torn away the skin on his back; each movement his powerful muscles made as he walked sent pain ricocheting along his nerves, blossoming into throbbing flowers. He clenched his jaw, locking it in place like a secret.

Blood oozed from his wounds, cascading down his body as if it were a crimson waterfall. His ripped tailcoat was stained a deep red; there was no use in trying to salvage these clothes, no matter how hard he knew you would insist. Some things were just better thrown away. Dark rings circled his eyes, shadowing the contrasted alertness of his piercing red gaze. He trudged into his gloomy home, the prospect of resting his aching limbs calling out to him like sweet nectar.

A strong aroma of stew wafted along from the kitchen, leading Blade towards you like a treasure map. You had drawn open the blinds enabling sunlight to drip through the murky windows, highlighting the dust motes that floated in the air like starlight. The table was set, at its centre you had replaced the wilted carcasses of the spider-lilies with fresh ones – his favourite flower. And to the left of the table, your back turned to him, stood you. Preoccupied with your cooking, you did not notice Blade’s arrival until he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled your body close to his. Your cheeks heated as he dragged his lips along your neck, his hot breath sending shivers in their wake. Being this close to him, you could smell the coppery stench of blood clinging to him like death was his second lover.

Blade’s heart was contained in an impenetrable fortress. But the moment he stepped through the door, he shed those fortified walls like a snakeskin, pulling you into his arms and refusing to let go of you usually until the meal you were cooking burned. He was like a vicious, caged animal, imprisoned inside a body he did not ask for, nor one he wanted to sustain. Only with you did he feel like he was temporarily free from the fetters that bound him to existence. You made him feel free, as if he were in his natural habitat.

Although, whenever Kafka would ask, Blade would always emphasise how he was not in love with you. That this was a temporary arrangement that benefited both parties until Blade could meet his eventual, long awaited end.

“If you say so, Bladie,” Kafka would always say, her honey-sweet voice oozing with amusement at his emotional turmoils. His lips would always curl into a sneer at her words, and Blade would return to sharpening his sword.

You shifted around in his grasp so that your chests were pressed against each other, faces only inches apart as you faced each other. The fatigue on his face was evident, but he wore his expression of endurance and stoicism like a mask. Over the years you had been together, though, it had slowly eroded for you, enabling you to read your secretive boyfriend progressively better. There were many cracks in his visor, failing to conceal an innate fragility that threatened to consume him.

Smiling up at him, you started signing.

“I’ve made you your favourite!” Blade noticed how your eyes wavered towards his highly dishevelled appearance, widening infinitesimally with ill-hidden concern. He nodded slightly, relinquishing you from his vice-like hold. You seemed to not notice the droplets of blood that trailed across your clothes and apron like stars in the sky – to someone looking in on this domestic scene, they would have just thought it was ink. Maybe you did not care.

You looked up at him.

“Shouldn’t you go and wash up?”

“I’ll do so later.” He signed back. For some reason Blade didn’t want to tell you that in the past he had often come home in far worse condition. He didn’t want to see your brow crease with worry for him – you already had enough to worry about, with or without him.

Interlacing your smaller hand with his bandaged one, you led Blade towards his assigned seat and, placing your other hand on his shoulder, gently eased him into his seat. He never failed to marvel at how soft your little hands were by comparison to his scarred, calloused ones.

You then skipped to the stove and carried the steaming pot towards the table. Without even considering his injuries, Blade quickly ascended and strode over to you, taking the pot from your hands and taking it to the table.

He grimaced as one of the gashes in his side twisted from his sudden movement. Your mouth hung open slightly, eyes wide like that of a doe – an undeniably cute expression. Blade chuckled slightly. Quickly, you drew your composure like a curtain and, grabbing two plates, started to dish out the stew you had prepared.

His stomach churned at the mouth watering scent of the stew. When out on missions, Blade did not just disregard his body, but also his appetite. Perhaps, deep down, he knew that you would always make up for his lack of eating whenever he would come home from missions by showering him with your cooking. Blade stared down at the bowl as he waited for it to cool, and then back up at you. His tired heart lurched when your eyes met; you regarded him with such tenderness that you could have moulded stone like putty. Your countenance softened.

“Is everything okay, Blade?”

“I’m fine,” he replied softly.

When you were with him he was more than fine. With you, his penchant for death’s sweet embrace seemed a little less intense – less of an all-consuming obsession and rather an itch that needed to be scratched. But itches could be ignored, with enough will. You were more important–

A deep frown settled onto Blade’s brow, his ruby eyes burning holes into the dented, warped, table. You paused mid-spoonful as you saw your boyfriend bristle, body tensing up as if he had just been struck by some invisible blow. Suddenly Blade stood up, invisible strings of fate pulling him up and dragging him out of the house as he stormed off. He shoved his hands in his pockets, the sweltering vexation wavering from him almost palpable. You rose, trailing after him, but in spite of his injuries hindering his movements, Blade was out of the door before you could reach him. The door slammed shut in your face.

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Blade had no recollection of just how long he had been walking. Aimless and thoughtless, he charged forwards like he was going to battle – although the enemy was unknown. Was it you? You made him feel. Or was it him? For letting himself fall for you. No. He would not think about it. He refused to.

Having retreated to the furthest confines of his mind, the world passed Blade as a blur. By the time he came to, the sun’s authority over the world diminished as its bright rays began to falter and fade, falling victim to the incoming nighttime. Everything was poised in perfect suspension between night and day in the incoming twilight. Clouds swirled across the sky, dusted pink and amber by the sunset. Towards the horizon, the sky bled magenta; Blade knew that you would be marvelling at the sight, and for a moment he wished he were there to see the awe-stricken expression, the beauty of the twilight amplified through its reflection in your eyes.

Blade clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He kept on walking.

His wounds stung, the pain proliferating with each passing minute. Without being addressed, they were more than likely to grow infected. But at this point in time Blade could not care less. He just kept walking, directionless.

Tempestuous thoughts invaded him, probing at his shattered peace of mind. They unlocked the parts of his labyrinthine consciousness that he had held under lock and key for so damn long. The part of him that he had ensured remained imprisoned; for so long, he had succeeded in being his own jailer. Until you. Slowly, he was unravelling. Blade was coming undone because of you.

He didn’t know what to feel, how to feel. It had been so long since his heart had been opened that its hinges were so rusty they were almost arthritic, shrieking with pain from the aperture. The opening had unleashed a torrent of emotion that, for one who had been so emotionally repressed for so long, drowned him in its sweeping currents.

He hated the way he was the centre of your world. The way you looked at him like he was soft instead of all hardened edges, eyes brimming with pure, unconditional affection. Why were you not afraid? You should fear him; he would ruin you, tarnish you. Centuries of adversity and suffering had transformed Blade into a weapon, forged in the infernal furnace of life. Now, his body was no better than steel, dripping with malice. Yet you continued to find the beauty in his cracks, planting flowers between them and watching them bloom in your presence. Instead of finding the ugliness in his scars, you found the beauty in them.

Out of all the mysteries of the cosmos, you were certainly the greatest one.

When did he even fall for you? Blade had been so careful. This was supposed to be provisional, a temporary remedy for his depraved soul. Although Blade had pledged his entire hateful existence to Elio, his body still had certain needs, which he had found you to fulfil. Your cool touch doused the flames that rampaged within him, so fervent that his rage could engulf a city in an inferno. Your tender kisses made him forget the memories that coiled themselves around his scarred limbs like chains, dragging him down to the umbral pits of despair.

Just at the thought of you, his body began to shake – a visceral yearning to find himself in the comfort of your embrace. Blade wanted to be as far away from you as possible, but his heart was now inextricably bound to you. As his true North, you called to him, pulling him in your direction like a magnet. The question: was Blade ready to surrender his heart to you, to openly admit his attachment to you?

He never meant to fall for you. Was this what Elio had meant when he said that unexpected complications would arise in his life? He was already sworn to Destiny’s Slave. Blade didn't want to also become a slave to his heart.

Slowly, like the petals of a flower unfurling, Blade grew accustomed to your company. Even liked it, actually. Your smile slowly thawed his frozen heart, your words soothed his tormented soul. You were his anchor during the storms that being mara-struck confronted him with. Even when the skies were completely suffocated by the menacing army of black clouds, when the thunder would roll, trampling anything in its path as the mara induced a rabid frenzy in Blade, you sat beside him, a sentinel watching over him in the darkness. Together you would wait out the storm. You never relinquished his hand as you awaited the clear skies to return. Although you could not speak, your touch spoke volumes.

Blade could not deny that learning how to sign for you was challenging. But, since you had been so accepting of his predicament, he gritted his teeth and learned your language with unfaltering resolve. As a man of few words, there was something innately relieving about not needing to speak in order to communicate. He appreciated, though, that were he unable to speak, he might have thought differently.

He struggled with expressing himself, especially with words, but he knew how much you adored listening to his deep, quiet voice, so would often talk to you into the night, knowing very well that he was speaking for the both of you.

When you would lie down on the roof of your apartment, eyes fixed onto the heavens, Blade could never help but betray his promise of stargazing with you. While you were transfixed on the sprinkling of stars across the velvet night sky, lambent and brilliant like tiny gemstones, Blade’s unwavering gaze would be on you. Beneath the moonlight’s pale strokes of light, you looked positively ethereal. Your skin glimmered like it was coated in layers upon layers of stardust; while you looked up at the stars, Blade found himself looking at his own star, his light during the witching hour: you.

He hated how much he had come to depend on you. These days, Blade could never leave the house without first embracing you, as if you were a good luck charm without which his endeavours would surely fail spectacularly.

While he longed for death, his heart also churned at the thought of leaving you behind, all alone like a war widow. Before you, he would have waltzed into the afterlife with Death as his dance partner; now, he was not so sure. The urge to die persisted of course, but you had planted the seeds of doubt within him that were beginning to take root, the blooming petals suffocating his lungs, his heart. You were truly infectious, ailing his body more so than the mara.

He hated you for what you had made him feel. He loved you so goddamn much it hurt, more so than any wound ever inflicted on him. With you Blade was raw, vulnerable. He was unaccustomed to existing without the armour he had donned for so many centuries, that which protected him from the anguishes of life. Of love. His heart rattled against his chest, unaccustomed to such emotions. He wondered if this was what would finally kill him; feeling again. Blade was a warrior; you were the first battle he wanted to flee from. And yet, being away from you felt like a dagger being driven into his heart

Blade’s walking suddenly ceased as he stopped in his tracks. Beside the canal by which he walked, on the small promenade, stood a tiny flower stall. It housed a jungle of flora, many of which Blade had never seen before. He could not help but be impressed by the sheer amount of the different varieties there were – Blade would have never even stopped to admire the flora if you had not been in his life. Usually, he would not have cared for such ephemeral things as flowers. The spectrum of colour the stall’s flowers provided contrasted the festering shadows, a final defence against the oncoming nightfall.

His aching body urged him towards the stall before he could even think things through. He was spurred forwards only by the knowledge of how much you loved flowers. Perhaps this was the store from which you always brought the flowers you used to brighten up his home? The owner, an aged woman wearing gardening clothes, was just packing up for the day when she heard his approaching footsteps. Fear flickered in her eyes, like a candle flame, when she looked up at him. Clearly someone had seen the IPC’s wanted posters. Her smile was contrived, an emblem of the fear his presence normally imposed on people.

“How may I help you, sir?” The woman cowered beneath his sharp glare, shielding herself behind the immense number of plant pots stacked upon the stall counter.

“I’m just looking,” Blade grumbled, voice cold enough to make hell freeze over. . And that was true. He was not entirely sure why he was here. Maybe his heart had pulled him towards the closest vestige of you that was in fact not you. He hated how he wanted to be so close to you, yet so far at the same time.

Blade regarded the flowers, scanning them all intently. None seemed to be a good enough amendment for the way he had just stormed out on you. Perhaps he should buy you some – that was, if he even went home that night. Blade had no money on him, but he was already so morally foregone that he did not mind having to steal the flowers for you. Then again, he could imagine the look on your face if you ever found out.

In the time he had spent looking at the flowers, Blade had not noticed the owner dialling her phone, nor the squadron of IPC officers that arrived shortly after. This was the effect you had on him. His senses, perfectly honed into a deadly point by years’ of fighting, had blurred, encompassed only by thoughts of you. You had reverted him from being a lethal weapon back into a man, with a heart.

It was only when rough hands clasped his shoulders that his fighting instinct ignited within him. His hand found the hilt of his sword, only, Blade found himself wishing that it was your hand he was holding instead. A deep frown penetrated his stony face. He drew his sword, whirling round with vicious precision as he sliced at the officer’s chest. Blood spurted from the wound, and he staggered backwards. He threw himself into the fray, glad for the excuse to not think about you.

Blade was a weapon, and combat followed him like his own bloody shadow.

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Blade did not return home that night. He was probably wandering the world like a lost spirit, while you lay alone in your shared bed. Anxiety clawed at your insides. Not even holding Blade’s pillow close to you, inhaling his familiar scent, could quell the – of trepidation. What if he did not come back? That caused your grip on the pillow to tighten. You thought of the pot of stew that was still on the table, the empty plate you had left out for him – just in case he came home and was hungry.

The clock ticked away, marking the passing hours since Blade’s departure. The steady ticking of the time starkly juxtaposed the hammering of your heart, your shallow breaths. You knew that Blade was more than capable of looking after himself – he had done so for centuries – but your stomach churned at the thought of him out there, roaming the streets like some vicious stray dog. You hoped that Blade was not angry, as destruction would trail behind in his wake. As someone unable to speak, you knew that actions spoke volumes, more than words ever could; and Blade’s actions? They were like a roar of contempt to the world that made him suffer so much… and to you.

When the door was slammed in your face, it was like the swift stroke of a guillotine being brought down upon your heart. You knew you weren’t supposed to feel so deeply for Blade; he had specifically told you at the beginning of your partnership to not catch feelings for him. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and yours wanted Blade, scars and all. His heart was something forbidden, closed off from you. And that made you covet Blade’s even more. But it had escalated too far, your greed.

You had tried so hard to be a homemaker that you had inadvertently backed Blade into a corner, and like a wild animal he bared his teeth and lashed out at you, claws unleashed. Tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t help the way you felt. How in spite of all his evident flaws, your soul sang whenever you were together. You felt heard by him; with Blade, you had a voice. In a world filled with uncertainty and danger, he made you feel safe – after all, that was one of your main reasons for becoming his partner, before you became unconditionally, irrevocably, in love with him.

Sleep came at you in waves, yet whenever you closed your eyes, it eluded you like some apparition. Not even the pillow would suffice tonight. Yet, you did not relinquish it. For all you knew, this could be the last remnant of Blade in your life. You had seen the way his expression darkened at dinner earlier, how something far worse than a storm brewed behind his feral eyes. You only hoped that it would come to pass with the rising of the sun, and Blade would be back tomorrow morning like nothing had happened.

Were it anybody except Blade, you would inquire as to what bothered him. But Blade… he was less communicative than you were, and he actually had a voice he could use! You had never pushed him to come out of the shell which he had carved for himself, that which had been weathered away by the seas of time – thus he had retreated further and further within. How you longed to pry him out of it, to read his heart, but clearly your actions that evening had clearly hit a vulnerable spot, evoked something that he had hidden away. The display of your love causing him to retreat from you. You knew Blade was untamable like the sea, a beast in the guise of a man, but a part of you had hoped that your presence could have gentled him. Perhaps he was inherently unadaptable to the quiet life of domesticity you led.

You pulled the covers closer to yourself, a fruitless attempt to make up for the embrace Blade would cocoon you in as you slept together. Hopefully, sleep would submerge you in its deep waters soon. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you found yourself dreaming of Blade.

The sound of the door swinging open snatched you from the peaceful realm of sleep and dreams. You discarded your fatigue, eyes snapping open the second you heard the door shut. Slow, precise, footsteps ascended the stairs, the rhythm indicating that it was none other than Blade. As the door to your room inched open, a slither of light pierced the darkness of the early morning. Through half-closed eyes, you watched Blade’s tall silhouette enter the room, his normally powerful movements silent and feline. You squeezed your eyes shut, feigning sleep. Thankfully, in the darkness, Blade seemed not to notice.

He opened the closet, presumably taking out some fresh clothes to replace his ruined ones. However, his shuffling soon stopped. You were not ready to alert him of your being awake, so you kept your eyes closed, and waited.

Blade watched your dormant form, at the slow rise and fall of your chest. You were the perfect image of serenity, while he was gory and dishevelled. Something felt inherently wrong about intruding on your sanctuary after having killed all those IPC officers. Just his presence cast a shadow over your purity. Blood dripped onto the floor; while most of it was certainly Blade’s, he was sure that some of it was mingled with the innocent blood he had spilled that night.

Dawn was beginning to inch its way across the sky, sending fingers of light through the closed curtains of your bedroom. A new day was being marked, yet Blade felt far from renewed. His eyes were heavy, his body host to a score of different, yet collaborating agonies that made every step towards the bathroom feel like he was walking on a path littered with daggers.

As the bathroom door closed behind him, your eyes opened once more. You had not missed the coppery scent of blood that Blade had dragged inside with him, and you hoped that he had not injured himself further. Blade had looked like he was being held up by the strings of unwanted emotion, a puppet to the heart that he was so tired of hearing beating. You truly hoped that he was okay, that his thoughts were not devouring his state of being to rawness.

Ignoring your heavy limbs, your body yearning to go back to sleep, you climbed out of your bed and got up. You tip-toed with every step, not wanting to alert Blade of your arousal as you descended the stairs. After being out for so long, you reckoned the last thing he had thought of was food, so you went to the kitchen to make him something to eat. Were it not for you, his body would have most certainly decayed from neglect.

From downstairs, you could hear the hot water tank stir into action, and the loud stream of water that followed.

Blade stripped himself of his ruined clothes and, standing before the foggy mirror, was confronted by the extent of his injuries, many of which would join the gallery of scars adorned by his skin. Bruises were scattered across his body like kisses, accompanied by varying scrapes and scratches. Then there were the deeper wounds. Despite having constantly borne witness to his injured state – with many instances having been worse than how he was today – Blade still averted his eyes.

You were never disgusted by the wounds Blade returned home with, nor with his scars that haunted his body like his own personal army of ghosts.

“They’re a testament to your strength” you had told him one time, when you were bandaging a particularly nasty wound on his chest. Sometimes, he felt like you were more of his nurse than a partner. He knew you could do better than him.

With your beauty, alluring charm, you would find no difficulty in finding another partner. One who was more present, one who actually had the courage to embrace their feelings. But the truth was he never wanted to see you with someone else. He was loath to admit it, but you were meant to be by his side. Yes, had his life durated its normal course, the two of you would have never even met – but perhaps in his cruel fate, were you a gift to appease the dire pains of immortality? He gritted his teeth and began to tend to his wounds.

Blade cast aside his thoughts just as he had done with his clothes and stepped into the shower, relishing the cool water against his burning skin. Maybe, if he washed himself enough, he could cleanse himself of all his sins and finally be good enough for you.

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In all the years you had been Blade’s companion, he had never seen you up so early before. He had purposefully gone downstairs instead of to your shared bedroom, with the intention of not waking you. It seems his best intentions failed, for you smiled softly at him from the couch on which you sat. His muscles tensed, brain instilling a fight-or-flight response in him. Blade had absolutely no idea what to do or say around you; any thought of action evaded his mind. But from the way you looked at him through long-lashed eyes stirred Blade. He clenched his jaw and walked into the kitchen. Behind him, there was shuffling as you got to your feet and followed him into the kitchen silently.

Hearing your footsteps was like flint to steel, igniting the final ounce of patience Blade had attempted to muster.

“Stop following me,” he snapped, words laced with venom. They struck home, for you recoiled, as if pricked by the poisoned fangs of his words. Your footsteps stopped. Blade pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly. His limbs shook slightly from the pent up frustration that threatened to consume him like a raging inferno. You were so quiet, he was not sure if you had gone or not. Blade glanced over his shoulder.

Your silence perturbed him, as it made your expressions all the more powerful. There was a look of quiet understanding in your eyes – no words were needed, the look you gave him said everything that needed to be said. Your lip quivered, droplets of tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you signed, “I can’t help but love you.”

Blade’s heart broke into a million pieces while also being simultaneously made whole again – a true cycle of death and rebirth. What had remained unsaid for so long by both of you was finally out in the open, no longer lurking in the backstage of your relationship.

The words he so desired to say lodged themselves in his throat. Even if his body had not prevented him from speaking, it would have been impossible to express how he was feeling with words alone. So, he took several strides towards you, took your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours.

This kiss was different to the way he usually kissed you; usually he was voracious, devouring your lips with an urgent hunger that spoke of his depravity of human contact, of how he had been isolated from another person for oh so long. What usually involved biting, dominance and force melted into something soft, like the sea rounding away the jagged edges of stones. In this kiss, you witnessed something inherently different about Blade. The tension in his chest eased as he relinquished his hold over emotions, allowing all the love and affection he felt towards you to swallow him whole, imbuing him with a new sense of purpose. To be yours.

He kissed you slowly, tenderly, each movement charged with so many things that Blade had left unsaid for far too long. One of his hands found the back of your head, pushing your face closer to his, as if the little distance between you was unbearable as it was. Blade loved you. He loved you so damn much. Your lips moved alongside his, quietly listening to everything they had to say; a profession of love. As you kissed, a new realm of understanding was reached – the final paving of what bridged the chasm between you being laid. You were his true North, and he never wanted to stop kissing you, his lips fixed onto yours with magnetic force.

His lips lingered against yours for one final moment before finally, Blade pulled away from you. You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes wide with surprise. Red creeped up your face like crimson vines, and Blade found himself thinking that was a much better form of red to see, rather than blood. Blade did not relinquish his cupping of your cheek; with his thumb, we wiped away the tears that fell like drops of starlight down your flushed cheeks.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, [y/n],” he murmured, his lowered voice sending shivers through your body, “I love you.” His lips curled into the fragment of a smile as he spoke. Having discarded all of his internal strife that weighed down on him like the earth, a look of utter tranquillity had swept over his face, the rigidity of his posture dissipating – finally, Blade was at ease.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him close and burying your face in his bandaged chest. Blade returned the embrace, placing his head in the crook of your neck, body melting into your touch. Relief’s hands pried away his agitated state, but not his guilt – Blade still had much to work on to make up for the way he had acted. That could wait. A lifetime spread out before you both, a whole universe at your disposal.

With you, Blade could relinquish the spite he had welded into a shield, protecting him from all the years of strife. With you, he could finally be vulnerable. Now, just being in your arms was more than enough for him. An eternity of suffering almost came undone entirely just by your bodies being close together. Finally, Blade had accepted his treacherous heart.

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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No worries! I completely understand! I wouldn't want you to write something if you're uncomfortable with it!

Do you think I could ask for a platonic Yanqing request where the reader sees him and is just like "I'm adopting you. You're my son now" lol this was basically my reaction to seeing him in game. Bonus points if they meet Jing Yuan and still insist Yanqing is their son

Of course if you're not comfortable or even simply don't want to, you don't have to write it! I know writing requests can take a lot of time and effort so don't worry! I appreciate you even listening to my little thought!

I hope you have a wonderful day/week/month/year and drink plenty of water and take care of yourself!

Ahhh what a cute request let’s do it-

and thank you!!

-reader sees Yanqing and decides it’s adoption time-

Sure you technically ranked under him in terms of status in the Cloud Knights. Sure he already had a very capable adult looking after him already. And sure the kid knew how to defend himself perfectly well on his own. But you just couldn’t help it. The moment you saw Yanqing, it was like being reunited with a long lost child. In fact it didn’t take you long at all to go to the General and ask about Yanqing’s home environment and living situation, to which the General replied to all your questions in that calm, lazy way he does, with a growing amusement in his voice as he realizes Yanqing has found yet another person who wanted to adopt him. The General politely reminds you that Yanqing is very capable, and he’s got him looking out for the boy, so there was really no reason to worry. But this can’t dissuade you. He’s your boy, it’s your JOB to protect him. To add fuel to the fire in a way, Jing Yuan amuses himself by assigning you under Yanqing, so the two of you will have more time together. Yanqing doesn’t really know how to feel about you constantly hovering over him, checking him for wounds after a fight, asking if he’s been eating okay and feeling well… I mean. It’s not like you’re his parent. I can see him eventually getting frustrated and raising his voice at you, but he will eventually apologize, and grow to appreciate you. After all, Jing Yuan doesn’t buy food for him, but you sure will. He just needs to learn to see the benefits of having yet another parental figure in his life. Yanqing is a sweet kid though. It does get to the point where he comes to you and Jing Yuan first to show you a new sword he bought or tell you about a criminal he captured. It’s cute to see him so excited about something. You’re eventually allowed to pat his head. He doesn’t mind it once he’s comfortable enough around you, even if he doesn’t like being treated like the child he is. All in all he’s just a great choice to adopt, and he’ll learn to accept you as a parental figure. Be patient.

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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Mornings with them

What are mornings like with them? Do they sleep in? Are they early risers? When they wake up, how long does it take them to get out of bed? Are they grumpy waking up or playful? Only you know the answer

Characters: March 7th, Dan Heng, Welt, Himeko, Caelus, Pom-Pom (platonic)

Request rules and masterlists

March 7th:

March is definitely not an early riser

she will stay in bed as long as possible with you all cuddled up under the covers

even if she wakes up before you, she will just cuddle closer up to you before falling back asleep

you have to be the one to tell her to get out of bed

once you do, she knows it's time to get up for real

...but she's very slow to rise

for someone so energetic during the day, she's very slow and quieter in the mornings

almost like she's walking around half asleep for the first hour

she's also very clingy in the mornings

Dan Heng:

not really an early riser, not really one to sleep in late either

it's honestly up to fate which one of you wakes up first

but him and his bed is so warm and comfortable

he doesn't really cling to you like March does, but he lightly has one or both of his arms very lightly wrapped around you

Dan Heng loves to stay in bed with you for a little while before getting up

he spends most of this time just admiring you and thinking about the day ahead

if you have to get up for anything, you'll never be late this man is your personal alarm clock

he will drag you out of bed if he has too

Caelus:

he loves to sleep in with you!

seriously, you have to be the one to get up first or else you two will never get out of bed

he's such a cuddle bug too

he won't let you go in the mornings for real like he is wrapped around you

you have to pry him off if you want to get up

there's a good chance you will always wake up first

waking him up is a nightmare too like he just keeps falling asleep again and again

but when you two do get up, he can be very cuddly and will travel with you in the mornings to go get breakfast

(he'd even carry you if you asked)

Welt:

the earliest riser

what can I say? it's an old man trait

he wakes up around 5-6 in the morning

whenever Welt wakes up he always tries to avoid waking you up too

like he moves so slowly and stays as quiet as possible

still, he always spends a few moments in bed when he wakes up to admire your beauty and appreciate you

he'll place a gentle kiss on your forehead before he fully gets up

when he comes back later to wake you, he usually brings you a drink to help wake you

he's so gentle in the way he wakes you up because he's stroking your hair, giving you light kisses, and softly calling your name

Himeko:

another early riser!

she's usually up before most of the others, but she demands peace when it's early

she can get grumpy if things are too loud so early or chaotic before she's had her coffee

speaking of coffee, she will make you a cup every morning!

after she spends her time going through her morning routine and getting ready for the day, she'll wake you up

she'll help get you out of bed (she can be forceful if she needs)

Himeko insists on brushing your hair in the mornings because it's such a soft moment and it's a nice way to show her love so early

Pom-Pom:

Pom-Pom has to wake up early so they can get to work as the conductor

but if they didn't have that responsibility, you bet they would be sleeping in late

each morning they're super cuddly until they fully wake up

once they are fully woken up, they will deny being so cuddly and how cute they were during it

you get the special Pom-Pom treatment!

basically, no one is allowed to wake you and you get brought a nice breakfast! Conductor's orders!

you're the one they trust most to brush their fur or adjust their clothing

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In that case, can I request Sukuna (if you’re comfortable writing for him I understand if not), Gojo, and Geto with a smol partner? Like they’re all decently tall and their s/o is so short and how would they feel/interact with them because of it

Thank you again! And I hope this new start treats you very well!

── 𖦹˚✩ . ❝what's the weather like down there ?❞

★ synopsis. your only purpose in life now is to serve as your boyfriend's armrest.

★ includes. satoru gojo, suguru geto, ryoumen sukuna.

★ formatting. headcanons.

★ notes. established relationships, gn! reader, reader is roughly '5"0 for reference, excessive amounts of harassment from sukuna, gojo being insufferable as per usual, suguru being the only supportive person here, slightly toxic behavior (from sukuna).

꒰— ๑ author’s note. ryker ! hello, you !! always so good to see you in my inbox. im sorry this took me sm longer than expected.. ahaaaa so here the thing. i've tried writing for sukuna a couple times, but i don't think i'm too good at his character: i'm trying again, just for you, so you can let me know yourself, okay? >_< and ty for the well wishes!!! i hope my new start treats me just as kindly as you do.꒱

★彡 SATORU GOJO.

Don’t feel bad — everyone’s an ant compared to the 6'3" Satoru Gojo.

You’re his special ant, though! Useful and cute as a button!

(I say 'useful' because, unfortunately, you are no longer Y/N, the epicenter of Gojo's heart, but instead Y/N, the glorified rest for his chin and lanky arms.)

How sweet of him. ♡

The kind of boyfriend to make you ask him to bend down for a kiss, even if it's just on the cheek.

Also the kind to hold cups and books and whatever else you happen to have in your hand above your head, snickering like a child at the way you try (and fail) to get your items back.

Satoru is actually the king of short jokes. Please punch him. It's permitted. It's not even funny how good he is at slipping them into perfectly normal conversation.

“You're not happy? Which one are you, then?” (It's a seven dwarves joke. Please laugh.)

Yuji likes to call you out on it just as much as his teacher does, pointing and laughing as Gojo's elbow plops atop your head and he leans on you.

“Gyahahahaha!! Sen…Sensei — hehahaha — you look like an angry armrest…”

He’ll sort of just hoist you up out of nowhere — it’s kind of scary, but it gets more exciting once he starts running through the halls with you on his back like a maniac.

Receiving hugs out of nowhere is also a big fat trap. Don't fall for the way his eyes sparkle as he reaches out to embrace you. He’s full of trickery and bad intentions.

“Hey, you.” And like an unsuspecting idiot, you squeeze him back, wrapping your tiny arms around his big torso. “What's up, baby?”

“Oh, y'know. I'm just appreciating the little things in life.”

“We’re done.”

“WAIT—”

★彡 SUGURU GETO.

Geto is pretty sizeable himself. He may not show it too often, but he does preen a little at the fact that you have to look up at him.

Unlike a certain blue-eyed sorcerer, he won't be half as teasing about it.

He'll reassure you whenever and if ever you feel insecure about your height.

"No, no, you're never too short for me. You're just right."

"Your height just makes it easier to hold you."

"I love you just as you are."

(stargirl's screaming can be heard in the background.)

Honestly, you’re the cutest thing to him.

You're so precious, just look at you.

Despite that, Geto really isn't one to coo at you like Gojo other men might.

When the mood strikes him, he may rest his chin on your head, bending down to coil his arms around your waist, or he may just pick you up entirely.

Suguru likes to keep you in that sitting position, hoisting you up to where your bum is in the crook of his elbow like 5 foot tall piece of equipment. He'll just carry you around like that, too.

Adores holding you while you sleep. It's usually you on top of him, sprawled out across his chest like a small starfish.

"You know, this is how Mimiko and Nanako used to sleep with me."

AAAAUUUGGGHJSJJD I NEED HIM TO HOLD ME

★彡 RYOUMEN SUKUNA.

Ha!

There was no chance in hell he’d ever let himself be smaller than you.

See, Yuji would probably make you feel better about your height (or lack thereof), tell you you're still just as cute, but Sukuna and Yuji are a far cry from each other, so instead, you get bullied.

"Me, have to look up at someone so puny and incompetent as you? Just who the hell do you think I am, y'little brat?"

(He says that as if he resents you, but he calls you a brat with affection. Don't take it too hard.)

Sukuna actually cannot handle when you stare up at him with those big doll eyes. He can't. He's gone soft, unfortunately, and he will kill you if you tell anyone.

Joke's on him, actually. Being '5"8 just means you've earned yourself a (very cranky) piggyback ride.

"Huh? ...What’s that? Can’t hear you from all the way down there."

He’s just as bad as Gojo with the short jokes, except he doesn’t stop when you whine at him to.

Will pick you up one way, and it's tossing you over his shoulder like a potato sack. You don't get the princess-carry, you don't get to wrap your legs around his stomach: you're a potato sack, got it?

Sukuna absolutely relishes in getting to look down at someone, especially his significant other.

You've seen the new opening, right? That's how he looks at you.

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I love him

But on another note: H I M

C H E V A L

I KNOW HIM

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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RYKER

Can I request a comfort fic w JY about reader feeling self concious with their clammy hands?

Basically premise is like Jing Yuan and reader is out on a date, and reader feels nervous. So when Jing Yuan went to hold their hand, the reader felt self concious and pull em back. Then JY gave em reassurance

Hope this is okay, take your time :double_thumbsup:

MAI of course you can! I'm happy you requested something especially for the love of my life! This is my first time writing a full comfort fic though so I hope it's okay

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Nights on the Xianzhou Luofu were usually calm and peaceful. It usually left all who were still awake with a sense of peace and tranquility. But while the atmosphere was the same, you couldn't help but feel incredibly nervous.

The dozing general had invited you out on a date. That alone was reason to be nervous, but to actually be here walking around after eating a light meal together, it was almost terrifying. Anyone would be nervous.

Dinner went pretty well. He was very polite and kind the entire time, but that didn't stop you from being incredibly nervous. This was the general after all. Of all the people that this incredibly handsome and talented man could ask on a date, he chose you.

The more you thought about it, the more nervous you got. Now as you two walked around the Luofu, those nerves were really acting up. There wasn't a table and meal to separate you two. He was walking right next to you with a smile on his face.

He's a very observant man, so it's no surprise he picked up on your nerves, but he didn't comment on it. Instead he tried making light conversation or scooting slightly closer, perhaps thinking it was the fact you were walking around at night that had you nervous. Oh how wrong that was.

When his presence didn't do much to ease your nerves at all, he tried a new approach; physically proving he was here with you as support (while getting affection). Jing Yuan carefully reached for your hand, only managing to touch a finger before you pulled it away and held it close to you.

It's not that you didn't want to hold his hand! Heck it would be amazing if you could. But when you get nervous. your hands get clammy. You knew that some people didn't like that and didn't want Jing yuan to have to feel your hands like this on your date.

He couldn't help but grow worried at your reaction, but he still looked at you with such care and a gentle smile.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, sorry. My hands are just...gross right now is all. You wouldn't want to hold them."

Jing Yuan chuckled lightly before grabbing one of your hands with both of his and giving you a reassuring smile.

"I believe I should be the judge of that. For the record, I think your hands would be quite wonderful to hold, regardless of what state they're in."

He left no room for argument as he confidently and comfortably held your hand in his. And as the two of you continued to walk through the Luofu, he never once let go of your hand. In fact, he looked rather happy and smug the entire time. Only at the end, before you two parted for the night, did he say something.

"The date was wonderful, but my favorite part of it all was getting to hold your hand."

#im not super proud of this im sorry mai #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan my beloved #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader

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Hallo I came across your writing via the clingy dan heng/sampo post and I am here with an idea for you :D

The idea is jing yuan wanting readers attention but mimi is hogging it and just oshskeushakdkf yk?

Hello! I'm glad you liked my other piece! And I'm very happy you dropped this little request in my inbox :3

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Jing Yuan had been alive for many years, centuries even. He'd felt and experienced many things, so almost nothing was new to him. This included several betrayals. Each one hurt in their own way and left deep scars on his heart.

But never, in all his years, did he expect to be betrayed by his own lion like this.

You'd come to visit him in his office, but Mimi had your attention. He was sitting there watching as you pet and laid with her. Oh how he wanted to be her right now.

Sure, he was supposed to be doing his work, but how could he focus on that? You were here. He could always do it later anyway.

Even after he got up and came up to you looking for affection, you just gave him a quick kiss before Mimi placed a large paw on your leg asking for affection. And of course, you gave into the adorable lion. You even let her crawl into your lap.

You just laughed and pet her more. Jing Yuan loves Mimi, he really does, but he needs your attention and she's hogging it all.

He huffed before walking over and picking her up off your lap. After setting her to the side, he quickly sat down and placed his own head in your lap. It was hard not to laugh at his antics. He almost seemed jealous of his own lion.

"Was I not giving you enough attention?"

He smiled up at you as he made himself more comfortable on your lap.

"I was starting to wonder who you actually came to visit."

As you softly ran your hands through his hair, Mimi came back. Now with both of her people here, she going get even more attention! She nudged your hand as she dropped herself atop the general, causing him to let out a oof.

Oh how you loved them both. Thankfully, the universe gave you two hands, so you could pay attention to both of them at the same time.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan drabble #jing yuan my beloved #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader

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CNNMAIROLL'S 350 FOLLOWERS MATCHUP EVENT

Fandom(s) : Haikyuu, Honkai: Star Rail, Obey Me, the disastrous life of saiki k, Danganronpa Event Details : Send me an ask with the format down below! (optional as long as you have these requirements written down) While I might know who your favorite characters is, I will go based on what I think you're most compatible with! Ends at 23 Sept (UTC + 7 Timezone)! a/n : Thank you so much for 352 followers! Happy to see my account grow and I hope to write more in the future!

What you need to send me in said ask : - Fandom (max : 2) - Gender preferences - About you - Love Language : Giving - Love Language : Receiving

Example :

Hello! For your matchup event, I'd like to be matched up with someone (preferably male) from Haikyuu and Honkai Star Rail! My love language is quality time, and my receiving love language is physical contact! ^_^ A little about me : I am a very cheerful person, very energetic, and I need someone to match my energy!

I will match you up with 2 characters max! (if you choose two fandoms then one each)

#ryker boosting friends

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VASDKVASVDVA

MAI THANK YOU I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

*sprints into your inbox so fast i run into a wall*

MAI CONGRATS ON 300 IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHH

anyway

Can I ask for a matchup for HSR and Obey me? I like both males and females but lean more towards men. As far as giving I'm very big on both physical affection and acts of service, but I would like to receive words of praise and physical affection!

Thank you Mai! Congrats again and remember to take your time with these and take care of yourself!

OwO

Hey Ryker!! Thank you for your support, I consider you as a good friend >w< I match you up with. . .

I see you're into big guys with high ranks /j But I can't think of anyone else besides them!

There's no doubt that Diavolo can pick you up with ease. This himbo loves hugging you tight (he makes sure you're okay though!! he's very gentle) If you're ever feeling down, he got you! A big hug and words of assurance is guaranteed. Whenever you accomplished something, he would be so so proud of you and praise you endlessly. He loves the small acts of service you do for him. Whether it's just draping a blanket over him when he fell asleep in the desk or just bringing him a cup of tea.

CUDDLING WITH JING YUAN!! The two of you fit each other so well and I'm not just saying that because you're my friend, no. Jing Yuan is big on Physical affection and quality time, so naps with him is a must in the relationship. Just imagine him cuddling with you in bed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Bringing him lunch to work or breakfast in bed will end up with you in his arms again, like two pieces of puzzle fitting each other perfectly

#ryker boosting friends #youre so right i love big men with high ranks #when i saw jing yuan my heart malfunctioned #i will be screaming about this for days now #maiiiii #honestly diavolo is up there on my favs of the obey me bois #so it works out and i love them #all the cuddles #hearing that me and jing yuan fit together makes me feel so warm and happy

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An Odd Sort of Family - Xiao

Author Notes: It's my birthday so I decided to post something super self-indulgent. So behold, a found family fic with Xiao and Qiqi. I didn't actually use a specific song or anything while writing this fic. It was purely just me writing something that I felt like writing. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy.

Type: Fluff/ found family/ featuring Miss Qiqi/ romantic feelings implied towards reader from Xiao/ gender neutral reader

Word Count: 1131

Xiao stood atop a rock, watching silently as you knelt next to Qiqi. Talking quietly as the two of you collected herbs.

It was a common sight. The two of you working together as peacefully as could be despite the dangers that Xiao knew abounded throughout Liyue.

You always made time to assist the little girl in collecting herbs after running across her in various perilous situations, and Xiao always stood watch. Ready to go off and fight for Liyue’s safety or to guard the two of you.

He scanned the area, looking for anything amiss, as he kept up his eternally vigilant watch over Liyue even in this peaceful moment.

The only thing that managed to distract him was when you straightened. Nodding with a smile down at the little girl next to you before trotting off in the direction she’d pointed. And Xiao watched you; his stance relaxed as he watched your form disappear just behind yet another rocky outcropping.

You always managed to distract him, though. It was something of a talent that you had, even if you didn’t know it.

Normally, Xiao was constantly aware of his surroundings, but when you were around, a tiny bit of his attention was consistently devoted to you. And Xiao had a sneaking suspicion that he knew why that was.

“Xiao,” The yaksha glanced down at the tiny and eternally stoic little girl, who now gazed up at him with an unreadable expression from where she’d approached.

It was surprising that Qiqi had remembered his name, but she seemed to be recalling both you and him better the more time you both spent with her. Though, to be fair, Xiao was almost positive your name had been added to her journal of things she wanted to remember.

And he couldn’t blame Qiqi. He wouldn’t ever want to forget you either, and at this point, he doubted such a thing would ever be possible. Even as time wore on for however many years he remained, he didn’t think he would ever forget you.

Xiao didn’t have to respond for Qiqi to continue in her usual monotone seriousness, “I don't want Y/n to get hurt. We need to protect them.”

Her bluntness was not surprising, but Xiao was at a loss for words as he stared down at her. It was true that he came along to guard you, but he didn’t entirely know how to respond to Qiqi’s words. They were unexpected, after all.

You had started accompanying Qiqi to protect her, and now the little girl wanted to protect you. It was almost an ironic situation.

But after a brief moment, Xiao nodded. Matching the little girl’s seriousness as he agreed. Because you did deserve to be protected.

It was an unspoken understanding that the three of you had, even if none of you actually realized it. Qiqi and Xiao both protected you from any lurking damage because they didn’t want to see you get hurt. You were a home of sorts to both of them when each had, in their own way, believed that no home would ever truly want them.

You and Xiao gave Qiqi the love and care she needed. Warming her life without smothering her. Because even if she was a zombie, she was also just a child who needed love, even if she didn’t realize it. And while Baizhu did adore her, he could only do so much for the little girl.

And finally, you and Qiqi ensured that Xiao was no longer alone. And that was why he would also accompany you. He wanted to be with you, no matter where that place might be.

Without even entirely intending it, the three of you had become a family of sorts that cared for one another by providing the things that each of you needed and deserved.

In truth, Qiqi didn’t even have to ask for Xiao to protect you. Xiao would protect both you and Qiqi without any requests or thanks. In part, it was because it was his duty as a guardian Yaksha, but in part, it was because you were both important to him.

Xiao had experienced losing family before, and his relationship with them had been different. The other Yaksha had been like siblings, but you…. You were different. Losing you would be painful, just as losing them had been, but in an entirely new way. And you were far more fragile than any of the other Yaksha had ever been.

And with Qiqi, in many ways, he felt like he’d already failed her once. It was true that she had died in an accident during the archon war, and though it might not have been Xiao directly who caused the accident, it was also true that if he’d been better at his job, then it might have never happened.

It was possible that the guilt he felt towards her death was simply the condensing of the guilt he felt towards everyone who had been lost during the war. But it was also possible that he looked at her and saw a fragility, unlike yours, but also one that had not been possessed by the family he had once had.

Though you, Qiqi, and Xiao were an odd sort of family, that family was still precious to the Yaksha and something that he would dearly protect.

“Xiao?” Your call sounded clearly, without a hint of fear. In fact, it sounded more like you were just simply calling out to him.

Almost like you somehow knew the somber path his thoughts had taken.

But even though there was no urgency to your tone, there was also no hesitation to Xiao’s actions as he appeared by your side. Reaching out and steadying you as you balanced on the rocky, slightly treacherous ground.

You smiled at him as soon as his hand grasped your arm, as if there were nothing odd about the sometimes awkward care he always showed you or the way he always had time for you.

“I found a good spot for us to have lunch and made sure to pack some almond tofu earlier today… Would you like to join us?” You smiled peacefully, and Xiao exhaled in amusement. Only you would be quite so carefree about making such a request. But Xiao only nodded, smiling slightly to himself as your own smile grew.

He watched silently as you called out to Qiqi, beckoning the little girl over to eat as you settled down and started unpacking the food. And as Xiao glanced around, surveying the area once more before allowing himself to fully relax into the peaceful atmosphere you’d created, he knew for a fact that he would always protect both you and Qiqi.

Because you were precious to him.

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Svarog relationship headcanons

yes, this is Svarog x reader I love him and he deserves more love @bladesmuse he's consumed my brain so now all of you have to endure it too. Another Svarog thing coming soon

you will never find a man more loyal than Svarog. end of story.

this man was willing to do almost anything to protect the underground, and he would do the same for you

you and Clara are his highest priorities, even above the underground itself

speaking of Clara

she has to love you for things to work with Svarog

but you get to be like another parent to the adorable little girl!

you guys are like a little family!

anything you need? He will try and find a way to get it for you

even if you slightly express interest, he will sense it and try and get it for you

anytime you're upset or something is wrong, he knows

his scans can detect distress of any kind so there's really no point in hiding anything from him

still, if you don't want to talk about something, he won't push you

this man is the perfect size to hold you and completely surround you

like he's so careful when he holds you not to hurt you in any way, but he makes sure his body is comfortable enough for you to rest against

there's even enough room for Clara to be held at the same time too!

but there are times when he can't hold you, so he may set you down and simply give you his coat if you still need cuddles

you know how Clara has Perkins as a little robot to defend her when Svarog is busy? You have one too!

he'll even let you customize it or call it whatever you want

as long as it can do it's job and keep you safe, you can do whatever you want

Svarog will never forget anything about you

it's literally impossible

any information he gathers about you and what you like/dislike is stored in his databank and tagged as important

a TON of those files tagged important are about you

literally almost every time you bond with Clara too

while he's not naturally affectionate in any way, he will give subtle affection if that's what you want

you just have to let him know and he will do it

Svarog would not be with you if he didn't feel he could trust you

so of course your opinion or thoughts are very crucial to him

that being said, he can't always go by what you say or tell you everything

if he feels it would only hurt you or it's a locked file then he can't tell you and he hopes you can understand

he'll also go against your wishes if he thinks that the outcome will be better for you and everyone else

he may try to surprise you with little dates/cute moments tho

Svarog did proper research on what couples normally do, and he's taking examples from that

for example, he may try to set up a nice little meal for you two (despite him not even needing to eat) and he'll try and make it "romantic"

one thing he really does enjoy, is dancing with you

no matter if it's a slow dance or just him watching you spin around, he loves it

he'll even play those memory files over in his system

somewhere he has a photo of you and Clara smiling together and he treasures it the most

literally has backups upon backups of that photo

Svarog was literally programed to value preservation so he's going to try and preserve this relationship :)

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail svarog #hsr svarog #clara and svarog #svarog x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail svarog x reader #hsr svarog x reader

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I, Roronoa Zoro, have a crush

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Characters: OPLA (One Piece Live Action) Roronoa Zoro x Straw-Hat-Crew-Member!gn!reader

Summary: Fluff headcanons of OPLA Zoro developing a crush on you + mini fluff scenarios

Warnings: Some OPLA spoilers ahead! Other than that, all fluff

Strawbetty’s notes: Dipping my toes into the One Piece fandom to say hello and give you my contribution to OPLA Zoro content :). Mackenyu as Zoro is fiiiiine. I finished the live action and I NEED MORE :’0. Currently watching the anime rn

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💚 Zoro didn’t like you at first when Luffy recruited you to be a part of the Straw Hats.

💚 Like how Zoro felt when he first met Luffy, Zoro found you overly optimistic and chatty—the complete opposite of himself.

💚 Zoro’s also someone who, despite being really perceptive, has a bad habit of making snap judgments against people he doesn’t know well and prefers to keep them at a distance, and he made the poor assumption that you probably never went through anything difficult in life since you seemed so happy all the time.

💚 Thus, he didn’t really go out of his way to talk to you or get to know you at first, unlike the rest of the crew, but you also didn’t mind too much. You’d greet him with a “good morning” every morning, but he’d only give you a nod.

💚 “Don’t mind him, he’s like that with all new crew members,” Nami reassured you.

💚 It wasn’t until a few days later when the entire crew was having dinner on deck under the stars—and you opened up about your life (the losses and hardships you’ve experienced despite being just a young adult)—that made Zoro change his mind about you.

💚 He surprised himself when he volunteered to help you wash the dishes after dinner, and surprised himself even more when he muttered, “Sorry.”

💚 “For what?” You raised a brow, water dripping from your fingers as you reached for a hand towel to dry your hands.

💚 “For not being so…friendly when you first joined,” Zoro’s eyes flickered up from the plates to your face.

💚 He couldn’t help but be taken aback when you gave him a smile—a smile so bright and kind it almost took his breath away. Sure, you smiled a lot at everyone, but this was the first time your smile was directed at just him up close.

💚 “It’s alright,” you chuckled, taking a plate he handed to you and placing it onto the drying rack. “I’m used to people assuming things about me.”

💚 “How do you do it?” Zoro crossed his arms, though his relaxed stance conveyed his sincere curiosity. “Smile all the time?”

💚 “Because smiling makes me happy,” you didn’t miss a beat. “And if I can do that for myself and my smile ends up making someone else happy, that’s good enough for me.”

💚 A half-smile quirked on Zoro’s lips at your words. You were a good person, and he was sorry he didn’t see that sooner.

💚 “See, you’re smiling now,” you teased, your smile growing.

💚 “Nope,” Zoro turned his attention to the utensils he had to wash, but his smile didn’t falter one bit.

💚 After that day, a friendship blossomed between you two. Some nights you’d find Zoro sharpening his blades, other nights he’d find you on deck gazing up at the stars while the others were asleep. Whatever the reasons that kept the two of you awake at night, they helped bring you two closer together.

💚 You and Zoro began your late night talks by sharing stories with each other about your childhoods and the people who helped shape your lives for the better. The two of you would even exchange banter and develop inside jokes.

💚 Zoro grew to feel safe in confiding with you about his innermost thoughts and feelings, and he made you feel safe in doing the same as well.

💚 As the months went by, Zoro would look forward to every opportunity he had to talk with you, whether that be during the day with the rest of the crew or at night with just the two of you.

💚 He had no doubt by now that he could call you someone he deeply cared for, especially when his heart would try to jump out of his chest whenever your hand accidentally brushed against his or when his heart squeezed like a towel being rung dry any time you got hurt during battle.

💚 But as someone who’s never thought about romance or had any experience with romantic relationships, Zoro didn’t really consider the possibility that he was falling for you.

💚 It didn’t take long for some of the crew members to see and realize that Zoro cared for you in a special way, though, especially as Zoro’s romantic feelings for you became more and more evident to the others through his actions.

💚 For example, Zoro would tell Sanji not once, not twice, but thrice that you didn’t like a specific ingredient in your meals because of allergies or whatnot, even though Sanji knew that already. One morning, Sanji caught Zoro making a horrible yet endearing attempt to make your favorite breakfast for you. With an amused smirk, Sanji offered to teach Zoro how to make your favorite breakfast (only after Zoro made Sanji swear to never tell anyone about it).

💚 Nami realized Zoro had feelings for you when she saw the way Zoro would protectively stand in front of you in the face of danger, or check on you if you sustained even a minor injury (even though everyone in the crew knew you could protect yourself). Nami didn’t bring it up since she didn’t think it was any of her business, but she’d have a small smile on her face whenever she saw Zoro perk up even just a tiny bit whenever you called his name.

💚 Usopp and Luffy didn’t really pick up on anything until Sanji let out an offhand comment in the kitchen about Zoro being “smitten” with you (luckily, you and Zoro were on deck practicing your combat skills with Nami).

💚 Of course, Sanji’s comment blew Usopp’s mind. Luffy, on the other hand, didn’t really listen and had his full attention on whatever dish Sanji was making for lunch.

💚 “Zoro’s got a cruuush,” Usopp sang that afternoon, slinging an arm around Zoro’s shoulders while Luffy came up next to them.

💚 Zoro turned his head to the side to check if you were nearby. Thankfully, you were nowhere in sight.

💚 “I don’t do crushes,” Zoro shrugged Usopp off at the same time Luffy asked, “Who’s got a crush?”

💚 “Listen, if you need love advice, I’m your guy,” Usopp insisted, trying to catch up to Zoro as he left Usopp and Luffy behind to go to his room. “I’ve had tons of relationships, trust me.”

💚 “Having barely one relationship doesn’t make you qualified to give me love advice,” Zoro replied coolly, referencing Kaya to Usopp, as he strode to his berth.

💚 “Ouch!” Usopp dramatically brought a hand to his heart. “My offer still stands though!”

💚 Zoro made his way into his room and shut the door behind him. He eased himself onto his hammock and his eyes flitted up to the wooden ceiling.

💚 The ocean waves beneath the ship were calm this afternoon, and the soft golden rays of sunlight shimmered onto his body through his room’s tiny circular window. Usually Zoro would take a nap by now, but he couldn’t help but wonder what stories you were going to share with him tonight or what corny jokes you were going to crack at dinner that would make him laugh despite himself.

💚 But most of all, he couldn’t wait to see you smile again. A smile began to stretch across his face as he pictured your smile—

💚 —“I don’t have a crush,” Zoro stated out loud defensively even though no one was there. He tried to will his lips into a straight line as he ran a hand through the cropped moss-green tufts of his hair and shut his eyes to take a nap.

💚 Instead, his eyes found themselves opening and next thing Zoro knew, he was already out the door.

💚 Zoro was thankful no one was with him at the moment, or they would’ve seen a grin on his face as he made his way to wherever you were in hopes of seeing your smile.

💚 I, Roronoa Zoro, have a crush.

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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Heyoooo Mai! I hope you're doing well!

I'm here to ask for a little comfort request if you can. Can you do Jing Yuan with a reader who often gets talked over and feels like their voice is annoying? Like Jing Yuan comforting them and maybe even helping them be heard by other people?

If you're not comfortable with that, that's fine! I don't want you to feel pressured into writing it at all! Remember to take care of yourself and take your time with requests!

Finding My Voice with You

Pairing : Jing Yuan x Reader Genre : Comfort/Fluff a/n : Ryker you always have the most relatable ideas, I love it sm ( ;´ - `;) You ask Jing Yuan and you shall receive!! sorry if this felt short ><

The meeting had been droning on for what felt like hours. Jing Yuan, the Dozing General of the Cloud Knights, sat at the head of the long, polished table. He appeared nonchalant, his eyes half-lidded, as if he were only half paying attention to the proceedings. But beneath that seemingly lazy exterior, his keen mind was always at work.

You, on the other hand, sat a few seats down from him, quietly observing the discussions. The topic of the day was a crucial matter regarding the allocation of resources for the upcoming mission. It was imperative that every member of the council had a chance to voice their ideas, and so far, the discussions had been civil and organized.

As the meeting continued, your idea began to take shape in your mind. You knew it could make a significant difference in the success of the mission, so you waited for the right moment to speak up. Finally, when there was a pause in the conversation, you took a deep breath and began to express your thoughts.

However, just as you started speaking, another council member, with a louder voice and a tendency to dominate discussions, interrupted you. Your words were drowned out by their assertive tone, and the other members immediately turned their attention to the newcomer.

Jing Yuan, sitting beside you, had been silently observing the meeting. When he saw how you were ignored and your idea overshadowed, he cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the room. His voice, though calm and gentle, had a commanding quality that demanded respect.

"Excuse me," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "Our esteemed colleague was speaking. Please allow them to finish."

The council members, including the one who had interrupted you, fell silent, their attention now focused on you. It was a small but significant act of support from the Dozing General.

With Jing Yuan's encouragement, you found your voice again. You expressed your idea clearly and passionately, and this time, you had the full attention of the council. Your words were met with nods of agreement and thoughtful consideration.

After the meeting finally concluded, you and Jing Yuan walked together through the quiet streets of Xianzhou Luofu. The evening air was crisp, and the lanterns lining the streets cast a warm, golden glow.

You couldn't help but bring up the moment from the meeting, your voice tinged with insecurity. "Thank you for helping me back there," you said, your gaze fixed on the cobbled path ahead. "I felt self-conscious about my voice when I was interrupted."

Jing Yuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, offered you a reassuring smile. "You have valuable insights, and it's important that your voice is heard. Don't ever doubt yourself. In this council, your ideas are just as significant as anyone else's."

His words warmed your heart, and you found yourself walking a little taller beside him. "Thank you, Jing Yuan. I appreciate your support."

He chuckled softly, the sound like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. "Think of it as my duty, not just as a general but as your partner. I'll always make sure your voice is heard."

You glanced at him, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes. "I'm grateful to have you as my partner, Jing Yuan."

He slowed his pace slightly, allowing you to walk side by side. "The feeling is mutual. Now, let's not dwell on the meeting any longer. Tell me, what's been occupying your thoughts lately? Any new ideas or plans?"

As you strolled through the quiet streets, the two of you engaged in a conversation that flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything, from the intricacies of the upcoming mission to your personal interests and aspirations. Jing Yuan listened intently, his occasional chuckles and thoughtful responses making you feel cherished and understood.

With each passing day, your relationship with Jing Yuan grew stronger, and the bond between you deepened. He became not only your ally in council meetings but also your confidant in the quiet moments you shared. And as he continued to support you, you found comfort in the knowledge that you had a loving partner by your side, someone who valued your voice and cherished your presence in their life.

#MAI PLS THIS IS SO CUTE #asihdiaugbisudbgaju #jing yuan my beloved

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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Ryker 👀👀👀👀👀

I saw requests are open, could I have something about Dan Heng and Sampo being clingy? They're so adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

Vi! My first request! I'm so hyped for this! I hope I do both Dan Heng and Sampo justice for this

Dan Heng:

it's rare for Dan Heng to be clingy

and when he is, he's very subtle about it

most of the time it starts with little touches like him linking your pinkies while standing together

which then turns into him holding your hand

and then slowly moving closer

it's his silent way of asking for more affection from you

but if you still don't get the hint and give him attention after that, he will pull you into his arms

he's less likely to do this if others are around, but if it's people he's comfortable with like those on the Astral Express, he has no problem with them seeing him being clingy

he will just pull you in for cuddles without a word

Dan Heng gets a little pouty when you have to leave him to do something

but he won't stop you

whenever you have to leave he has a moment of hesitation as he tries to figure out how to get you out of whatever you need to do so you can stay with him

if he can't figure anything out he will very hesitantly let you go

but he wants your affection and cuddles when you come back

how can you say no to his adorable face?

"It'll only be a couple hours at most."

Dan Heng didn't seem to fully accept your reasoning. He had his arms around you, gently holding you close to him with his head on your shoulder. Though his eyes were closed, he was listening closely to everything you said. He just didn't want you to have to leave his arms.

"It's a simple mission right? You can ask March to do it."

"March has her own things to do."

He hummed and you felt his arms tighten around you for a second. He had done this before, but he seemed to really be thinking this one through.

"I'm sure March has some spare time. You could always ask Welt or Himeko too."

"It's my mission. I promise it'll be quick."

"But I want you here with me."

Though his tone was very plain and matter-of-fact like, you could hear the faint pout in his voice. You couldn't help but laugh lightly at his clingy tendency.

"Alright then, how about you come with me on the mission?"

You could feel him lightly smile against your shoulder. It was a solution he certainly was happy with. He gets to spend more time with you while you get your mission done.

Slowly, he unwrapped his arms from around you and moved one hand down to hold your own. His teal eyes looked into your own with such warmth and love.

"Then let's go."

Sampo:

this man is clingy all the time

he just can't get enough of your attention and affection

can you blame him?

he just loves you so much!

he hates when you're gone for too long and becomes so needy for affection

as soon as you get back, expect Sampo to be attached to you

unlike Dan Heng, Sampo is so open and obvious about how clingy he is

he will say just about anything for your affection

"What? I do my best thinking when I'm in your arms!"

he gets so upset when you have to leave too

"But who's gonna cuddle me and give me kisses while you're away?"

"Sampo I'll only be gone for an hour."

"I'm going to freeze without your arms and kisses to warm me!"

this is a common occurrence

Sampo will even hold you tight against him until you absolutely have to go and you have to convince him to release you

what could you possibly need to do that's more important than cuddles with your dear boyfriend?

"Noooooooooooo."

"Sampo we're completely out of your juice. I need to go get some more."

Your boyfriend has you in quite the predicament. He was out of juice, and he needed that in the mornings or else he would be grumpy. He claims his day doesn't start right without it.

But he also didn't want you to leave him to go to the store. Sampo had his arms around you as he laid atop you. You could see the pout on his face from his resting spot on your chest. It was one of his favorite ways to cuddle you and he loves feeling your arms around him. So of course he didn't want you to leave!

"But darling! You know I can't go out there right now! The guards are still on high alert for the great Sampo Koski after his latest performance."

"You'll be upset in the morning if you don't have it though."

"I can manage as long as I have you my love!"

It was a serious debate in your mind. Stay and cuddle with Sampo only having to deal with how grumpy he may be in the morning? Or leave him and go the store? He would survive if you left him (despite what he says), but he looks so cute and loveable in your arms.

As you weighed your options, Sampo gave you a smile and placed a light kiss on the base of your neck. Taking one look at that adorable smile, your mind was made.

"Fine, I'll stay here."

"Yay! More love from my wonderful darling. I knew I'm a lucky man."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr sampo #sampo honkai #sampo koski #sampo x reader #honkai sampo x reader #hsr sampo x reader #dan heng #dan heng x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng hsr #honkai dan heng #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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I’m glad to hear that!

In that case, can I ask for Tingyun, Gepard, and Welt with a very energetic reader? For example, a reader who loves to run around and is basically bouncing off the walls?

Thank you again! (/^▽^)/

-🌸

Sparks of Enthusiasm

Character(s) : Gepard, Tingyun, Welt Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing🌸anon! So sorry I couldn't finish this sooner 😭But I hope you enjoy this ! And I hope I bring Tingyun to justice! (Welt too bc i cant rlly write him)

You had always been a whirlwind of enthusiasm, and this day was no different. As soon as you spotted Tingyun beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, you couldn't contain your excitement. "Tingyun!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing through the tranquil grove.

Tingyun looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly in surprise before a playful smile curved her lips. "Ah, my spirited friend, what brings you here today?"

You wasted no time in answering. Instead, you darted forward, your energy propelling you towards her like a force of nature. You practically skidded to a halt in front of her, barely managing to stay on your feet. "I wanted to see you!" you declared, your words rushed and breathless.

Tingyun chuckled, her laughter as melodious as a songbird's tune. "Well, you've certainly succeeded in that," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Would you care to sit with me for a moment?"

But sitting was the last thing on your mind. You began to pace back and forth in front of her, your hands gesticulating wildly as you spoke. "I've had the most amazing day! I ran through the forest, climbed a tree, and chased after butterflies. It was incredible!"

Tingyun watched your animated movements with a mix of fascination and amusement. "It sounds like you had quite the adventure," she remarked, her voice laced with admiration for your boundless spirit.

You couldn't stay still for long. With a sudden burst of energy, you took off running in a wide circle around Tingyun, your laughter filling the air. "And guess what?" you exclaimed, skidding to a halt once more. "I found a hidden waterfall! It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen!"

Tingyun's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "A hidden waterfall, you say? Tell me more."

And so, you launched into a vivid description of your discovery, your words flowing like a river in full bloom. Tingyun listened with rapt attention, her fascination evident in the way she hung on to your every word. Your energy was contagious, and as you spoke, she couldn't help but become swept up in the excitement of your tale.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you finally settled down next to Tingyun, your energy waning just a bit. "Sorry for being so hyper," you said, suddenly self-conscious.

Tingyun placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her smile warm and reassuring. "No need to apologize, my dear. Your boundless enthusiasm is a gift. It's like a breath of fresh air in this quiet grove."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of your exuberance dissipate. "Thank you, Tingyun. You always make me feel so comfortable."

Tingyun's gaze softened as she looked at you. "It's because you remind me of the vitality of youth, the spirit that often gets lost in the routine of life. Embrace your energy, for it's a precious treasure."

You smiled back at her, your heart warmed by her words. "I'll remember that, Tingyun."

As the two of you continued to chat beneath the blossoming cherry trees, Tingyun couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for your infectious spirit. Your unique energy had breathed life into her world, and she couldn't wait to hear more of your captivating tales, for it was in your lively presence that she found a renewed sense of wonder and adventure.

You bounded into the courtyard, your steps light and energetic. It was as if you were powered by an endless reservoir of enthusiasm, and nothing could dampen your spirits. You greeted everyone with an infectious grin, your laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Gepard watched you from a distance, perplexed and slightly bewildered. His normally stern countenance betrayed hints of curiosity and perhaps a touch of bemusement.

"Gepard!" You darted over to him, your voice brimming with cheerfulness.

He turned his gaze towards you, his brow furrowed. "Yes?"

"I bet I can outrun you!" You declared with unwavering confidence, ready to challenge the formidable captain.

Gepard blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Outrun me? In a footrace?"

"Yep!" You nodded vigorously, your eyes sparkling with determination.

With a faint shrug, Gepard accepted your challenge. After all, he couldn't resist a direct challenge to his abilities. He couldn't help but smile just a little as he lined up next to you, his towering figure contrasting sharply with your smaller, exuberant form.

"Ready... Set... Go!" You shouted and bolted forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Gepard took off at a more measured pace, his long strides quickly eating up the distance between you. He couldn't help but admire your boundless energy, but he knew that he had the advantage in terms of speed and endurance.

As the race progressed, you continued to bounce around him, your excitement undiminished even as he steadily closed the gap. Gepard couldn't help but chuckle as he finally surged ahead, crossing the finish line with a triumphant grin.

"I win," he declared, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion.

You pouted playfully, catching your breath. "You're really fast, Gepard!"

He chuckled again, a rare sound that seemed to lighten the air around him. "Well, I do try to stay in shape."

Your boundless energy seemed to have no effect on his meticulous nature, but it had certainly brought a smile to his face. As you continued to chatter and bounce around the courtyard, Gepard found himself enjoying the novelty of your presence. In your exuberance, you had managed to bring a touch of warmth and spontaneity to his otherwise regimented world, and he couldn't help but appreciate that about you.

In the end, your boundless energy had managed to crack through the stoic exterior of the Silvermane Guards' captain, revealing a glimpse of the endearingly adorable dork hidden within him. And as you continued to share your enthusiasm with him, Gepard couldn't deny that he found it oddly charming.

"Have you ever tried climbing trees?" you asked suddenly, your eyes shining with excitement.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Climbing trees?"

"Yeah! It's so much fun," you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and leading him toward a nearby tree.

Gepard hesitated for a moment, but your enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself following your lead. With surprising agility, you scampered up the tree, finding footholds with ease. Gepard, on the other hand, struggled a bit, his armor making it a clumsy endeavor.

"You're doing great, Captain!" you called down, encouragingly.

After a few more attempts, Gepard finally managed to reach a sturdy branch beside you. He couldn't help but chuckle at his own awkwardness. "I never thought I'd find myself in a tree."

"That's the spirit!" you cheered, swinging from a branch with reckless abandon.

As the day wore on, you introduced Gepard to a myriad of activities he had never imagined himself participating in. From cartwheels in the courtyard to a friendly game of tag with the guards, he found himself stepping out of his comfort zone and embracing the joy of the moment.

Welt had been looking out the window, sketchbook in hand, capturing the ever-changing landscape below. He glanced up when he felt a sudden burst of enthusiasm nearby.

You bounded over to him, a whirlwind of excitement. "Welt! Welt! Guess what? I saw the most amazing cloud formation just now! It looked like a dragon chasing a unicorn, and I thought you might want to sketch it!"

Welt couldn't help but chuckle at your exuberance. "You never cease to amaze me with your boundless energy. A dragon chasing a unicorn, you say? That sounds like quite the sight."

Without waiting for another word, you grabbed Welt's hand, dragging him towards the edge of the deck. "Come on, Welt! Let's see if we can spot it again!"

Welt, ever the calm and collected one, found himself swept up in your enthusiasm. He allowed you to lead him to the perfect vantage point, all the while secretly enjoying the thrill of your contagious energy.

The two of you scanned the skies, and when you finally spotted the elusive cloud formation, you cheered triumphantly, clapping your hands. "See, Welt? It's right there! Isn't it amazing?"

Welt smiled warmly at your sheer delight. "Indeed, it is. Thank you for sharing this moment with me."

But your excitement didn't stop there. With renewed vigor, you tugged Welt along as you darted around the parlor car, pointing out various landmarks and wildlife you spotted from above.

"Welt, look at those majestic mountains! And there's a flock of colorful birds!" You exclaimed, not pausing for breath.

Welt couldn't help but admire your zest for life. He followed your lead, sketchbook forgotten for the moment, as you both reveled in the beauty of the world unfolding beneath the airship.

As the day turned into night and the stars filled the sky, you finally slowed down, your energy waning just a bit. You plopped down next to Welt, who had resumed his spot by the railing.

"Sorry, Welt, I guess I got carried away," you said, a sheepish grin on your face.

Welt shook his head, his brown eyes filled with warmth. "No need to apologize. Your energy is infectious, and I wouldn't have traded this day for anything else."

You leaned against him, both of you gazing out into the night sky. In that serene moment, you and Welt shared a deep sense of contentment, brought together by your boundless enthusiasm and his quiet appreciation for life's wonders.

And as you watched the stars twinkle overhead, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having Welt as your companion on this grand adventure.

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ryker-others · 1 year ago

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Hiii i think requests are open but my apologies if they're not !

May i please request Jing Yuan and Blade with a lover who's love language is biting? like nothing sexual just soft bites on the cheek, nose, arms, shoulder etc etc

if this is a weird request ummmm..im sorry aha-

my love language is biting, yesss..

anyways! thank youuuuu🐈‍⬛💜

Love Bites

Character(s) : Blade, Jing Yuan Genre : A little bit (just a sprinkle) of angst in blade's part, Fluff a/n : Certainly! I had help on writing blade because I'm not used to writing him yet (´∀｀;) So hope you like this ! IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS CORNY

It was a simple act that sparked the change - a soft, gentle bite on his cheek, an instinctive display of affection that held no malice. Blade tensed, his gaze shifting as memories of pain resurfaced. The haunting echoes of tortures he had endured clawed at his mind, making him retreat into his shell.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, realizing that your actions had inadvertently triggered his trauma. "I didn't know…"

He met your gaze, his eyes a storm of emotions. "It's not your fault. I… I'm just not used to this."

You took a step closer, your heart guiding you. "Blade, I promise there's no harm meant. Biting is how I express my feelings. It's a way of showing love, trust me."

He studied you, his gaze searching for any hint of deceit. But all he found was sincerity, a genuine desire to reach out and heal his wounds.

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, you showed him your love through gentle bites - on his nose, his arm, his shoulder. His discomfort slowly ebbed away, replaced by a growing acceptance of your gestures. He began to understand that your intentions were pure, your bites a symbol of the affection you held for him.

One evening, as you both sat in the quiet of his chamber, Blade spoke in a voice that trembled with vulnerability. "I never thought I could feel like this again."

You turned to him, your heart aching at the rawness in his words. "Feel what, Blade?"

"Safe. Loved."

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his defenses crumbling as he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of your affection.

"I love you, Blade. And I'll keep showing you, in whatever way you're comfortable with."

He held your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and longing. And then, for the first time, he initiated a soft bite on your arm, a silent promise that he was willing to let love back into his life.

As time went on, the two of you forged a bond that was unbreakable. Blade's stoicism began to melt away, replaced by moments of softness that he only reserved for you. Your love language had become a bridge between his past and his future, a way for him to let go of his pain and embrace the beauty of your love.

One lazy afternoon, you found yourselves in a sunlit meadow, the scent of wildflowers hanging in the air. Blade sat beneath a tree, his focus lost in the rustling leaves above. With a playful glint in your eyes, you decided to seize the opportunity to share your affection once more.

Approaching him with a soft smile, you leaned down and pressed a tender bite to his cheek, your gesture imbued with love and warmth. Blade's initial reaction was a subtle tensing of his jaw, a reflexive response he was learning to control. But then, as he met your eyes and saw the genuine affection shining within them, his lips curved into a faint smile.

"You're becoming quite the biter," he teased, his voice laced with gentle amusement.

You chuckled, settling down beside him. "It's the most effective way to communicate with you, remember?"

Blade's hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours effortlessly. "I suppose I can't argue with that. And truth be told, I've grown to appreciate it."

Your heart soared at his admission. The progress he had made was a testament to his strength and the depth of your connection. As you gazed at each other, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft rustling of leaves.

One sunny afternoon, as you sat beside him on a stone bench, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the hem of your robe, you couldn't resist the urge any longer. Without thinking, you leaned in and placed a soft, playful bite on his forearm.

Jing Yuan, who had been engrossed in a scroll detailing troop movements, looked at you with surprise. His golden eyes met yours, and you were momentarily captivated by the depth of his gaze. Then, to your delight, he gave you a small, barely noticeable smile and leaned in closer.

With gentle precision, he returned the affection, planting a tender bite on your shoulder. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"General," you said, your voice teasing, "I didn't know you had a taste for this kind of intimacy."

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that made your heart skip a beat. "I have many hidden talents, it seems."

From that moment on, a new layer was added to your relationship. As days turned into weeks, your playful biting became a cherished ritual, an unspoken language that only the two of you shared.

In the midst of a busy day, Jing Yuan would steal a moment to bite your earlobe, his lips curving into a secret smile as he did so. You, in turn, would find his forearm when he was engrossed in his strategic planning, a silent reminder that you were by his side.

There were also moments when the two of you ventured outside the palace walls. On a visit to a bustling market, you couldn't resist the urge to bite his hand when he reached out to inspect some exotic spices. His laughter filled the air, drawing curious looks from the vendors and shoppers around you.

"Ah, my love," he chuckled, "you are as unpredictable as the wind."

You squeezed his hand, your eyes locked with his. "And you, General, are my steady anchor in this unpredictable world."

During a serene boat ride along a tranquil river, with willow trees casting their graceful shadows upon the water's surface, you found a moment of tranquility. As you sat together, basking in the beauty of the scenery, you leaned over and pressed a gentle bite to his shoulder.

Jing Yuan's gaze softened as he placed a reassuring hand on yours. "You know," he began, his voice a soothing murmur, "your bites have become a source of comfort for me. They remind me that love can be found in the smallest of gestures."

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. "And in the quiet moments we share."

As the seasons changed and the world continued to turn, your love story with the Dozing General deepened. With each playful bite and affectionate gesture, you found yourselves drawn closer together, your hearts entwined in a love that defied expectations and blossomed like the cherry trees in the palace gardens.

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