#;m: calcharo

[guhamun]

JIANYU WONDERED WHAT CALCHARO was planning on doing next considering he had clearly been interested in the information he had provided about flowers, specifically the kind that he knew for a fact that Jiyan liked the most. Peacok flowers were well-liked among the denizens of Jinzhou in arrangements, so he hadn’t been too sneaky about dropping this knowledge on the other’s lap. He doubted that Calcharo would do any fact checking on something as silly as this, yet just in case, he’d see that there was truth to his statement. That thought put to the side, he wondered how things would go with Cu and his little plan. Jiyan had to be easier to maneuver around in comparison to someone as keen as the Ghost Hound leader, right? One tiny little slip with Calcharo, and he would be aware of what someone was up to in a second. Hmm…but then again, Jiyan was sharp too, and so you probably had to be careful how you worded things well. Whatever. He’d leave all that to them and focus on finishing up his patrol for the evening. Very rarely did any trouble happen around these parts, so it wouldn’t take long.

     Just a quick look over.

     While Jianyu was off to finish his duties for the day, Calcharo, however, was pensive. He oftentimes was, but the words he had been told continued to pop up in his thoughts. Any gifts he ever gave another had a practical use, a carry over, perhaps, from his days in the Lawless Zone. He had always been thinking about things he could use, things he could sell to another if it was in good condition, that giving anything else seemed like a waste. Why give someone flowers when you could give them a tool they needed? To the him of the past, that wouldn’t have made sense. Things he had given to Jiyan before for occasions like his birthday had practical uses always, but as of late…he had given him a few things that were…less than practical. The treasured treat for that festival that he had sent to Norfall Barrens, the gulpuff keychain…

      Did those flowers have any kind of meaning he was not aware of? He didn’t know flower language here in Huanglong, never seeing a reason to learn it (nor caring to do so). People didn't often send secret messages of murder in a place like this; nor threats meant to intimidate through something as beautiful, and delicate, as soft petals. Perhaps he should have asked Jianyu about it…but he might not have known that either. Deciding there was no reason for him to linger outside anymore, he turned, returning to contracts that required a thorough review. He’d mull over all of this another day.

Despite the smile and easygoing attitude Cú kept the entire time, he was deeply troubled and anxious, so tormented by his thoughts until he reached the apartment he shared with Deirdre. He attempted to hide it from her so he could have more time to think of what to say, but easily saw past his facade. She asked for the truth, and he was upfront with her, remembering she preferred things that way. He also mentioned the possibility of joining the Black Shores, as he had been looking into it, but that it would be a risky move since it implied letting others know of her forte. But, to his surprise, Deirdre took the news better than he expected.

"The Black Shores, yes? It sounds like a more interesting place than the Dim Forest." While Cú had stressed for hours about the topic, it was quite the simple decision for her. She didn't accept traveling with him to spend the rest of her life hiding, fearing for tomorrow. She wants to live, not just survive, and there will always be risks for such. Besides, there's a difference between others making use of her forte for their own gain, and her letting others see how her forte can be best used to aid the battle against the Lament.

Cú lied to Jianyu, as he didn't really spend the next few days causing mayhem with Encore to keep Aalto busy, but he did meet with Aalto and Encore. Camellya was the one in charge of overseeing the potential of the 'seeds', but Deirdre was a terrible opponent for an unstable resonator. So, instead, she spent the next days going on different 'adventures' with Aalto and Encore, while Cú made sure to eliminate all traces of her existence in Huanglong. Before the three left, he was asked if he didn't look forward to an invitation to the Black Shores as well, and he didn't know what to say. Despite no longer buying into his uncle's lies and seeing things as they were, he didn't know if he was ready to leave his House.

On the third day since his last conversation with Jianyu, the fusion resonator took down an Overlord-class TD in Desorock Highland. It wasn't as difficult as he expected it to be but, then again, he didn't hold back at all. With his spear embed on the ground, he leaned on it while recovering his breath, and it was then that he saw a distinctive figure approach. The truth was that Cú was a little jealous of Jiyan, mostly because the general is who he used to think he was. After all, he has saved countless lives, helped those who needed help, eliminated TD and 'bad' people alike, and he would face a Threnodian and lay down his life to protect his homeland. But Jiyan was an actual hero, while it turned out that he had been aiding the 'villains' all along. Looking at Jiyan made him wonder how different things would've been if he had been less naive and questioned his family's actions more.

It was easy to fall into casual conversation with the general, laugh at the proposal of joining the Midnight Rangers, ask them if they wished to join him for dinner, and their brief chat to turn into an hours-long conversation under the starry night sky. Cú wasn't one to hold back when he talked, so it wasn't surprising that he ended up stirring the conversation to topics most shied away from. "You know, I have heard plenty of people say that you push yourself too much, but I don't really agree with them. You know what's best for you or, at least, you think you do." A very particular way to word things, which amused Jiyan, golden eyes daring ruby ones to continue talking. "Is that so? Tell me more about myself."

Cú briefly pondered what to say next, ruby eyes gazing at the countless stars. "You do your own thing and will continue doing your own thing regardless of how others feel about it. You'll listen to their concerns and scoldings but, at the end of the day, you don't really plan on changing. But it's fine because you know best, it's for the greater good, and it's what you're destined to do, right?" An incredibly selfless and selfish way of thinking, so stubborn it was senseless and infuriating. But Cú Chulainn understood because he was an incredibly selfless and selfish, and painfully stubborn, man as well. Going ahead, deciding things on his own, and not giving others much of a chance to catch up is what he does best, after all.

At that, Jiyan stopped smiling, he didn't like where this was going. He knew he was a stubborn and selfish man, and that he wouldn't think about his loved ones and their feelings if worse were to happen. He didn't think of how his mother would feel when he joined the Midnight Rangers, he doesn't think of how much he concerns his friends and rangers when he pushes himself, and he doesn't think of-... "You rarely open up, and keep your distance so to not hurt others once you're no longer around. But you know that's bullshit, and a minuscule part of you is happy with that." Stop talking. It took Jiyan a while to realize that he said that out loud.

After a minute or so, Cú spoke again. "Life is fleeting and messy, sorrow and happiness don't last forever. You already know people will get hurt no matter you do, and you might die in a battlefield one of these days, so why not make the most of life until then? There's no prize for denying yourself your humanity." Unbeknownst to Cú, Jiyan was jealous of him as well, of his ability to stay true to himself and unafraid to live life like it might be the last day. He doesn't want to leave this world with regrets... but he knows he already has a closet full of them.

[heizlut]

Closing the Distance

ꕀ cw: mention of blood/injury (nonsexual related)

ꕀ tags: fem!reader, inexperienced and possibly ooc!calcharo, oral f!receiving, first-time sex, breeding kink, creampie, mostly proofread

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

Calcharo didn't expect this at all. He only agreed to help you find and fight against the tacet discords that had sprung up from a particularly strong tacet field. But here you were, laying underneath him and looking up at him with big eyes, your chest heaving with heavy breaths and your lips looking quite inviting.

All he was trying to do was get you out of harm's way by practically tackling you to the ground and caging you in with his own body as the final tacet discord emitted an explosive energy as it was struck down. It wasn't anything special, he swears it's not.

You clear your throat awkwardly, blush evident on your cheeks, "You can uh... get off me now..." You avert your gaze, unable to properly look him in the eyes, not now, and not since you felt something particularly...hard brush against your stomach. Your words snap Calcharo out of his daze, heat rising to his own pale features, "Ah, y-yes. I apologize..." He moves off of you and stands up, extending his hand towards you to help you up as well.

You take it, pulling yourself up and let go abruptly, "Thanks for your help today." Calcharo looks down at his hand where the warmth of your touch still lingered, then curls it into a fist, "It was no problem." The air felt heavy and awkward. There was something bubbling up inside of him that felt wholly unfamiliar. He rolls his eyes at himself and he turns away from you. Why was he acting like this? As if he's never seen a pretty girl before... How pathetic.

He peeks over at you as you absorb the echoes, taking in your strong but soft form. Calcharo could at least admit he found you to be a strong fighter, you were part of the Ghost Hounds after all. He was familiar with you, so why was he feeling like this now. He's never had time to form a romantic relationship with anyone nor has he ever felt the need to. He had more important things to worry about than getting his dick wet and being all soft with someone.

You meet he gaze, noticing that he's staring at you again with his intense blue-grey eyes. You raise a brow as you walk back over to him, "What's the matter with you today? You seem off." Calcharo huffs, looking annoyed as he turns his face away from you and crosses his arms, his voice deep and monotone as usual, "I'm fine." You study him for a moment and then shrug, "Whatever you say. Let's get going." As you move past him, Calcharo notices your gait, "You're limping."

You freeze in your tracks, having hoped that whatever was bothering him would keep him distracted enough to not notice. He already did so much for you today, you wanted to handle your injury yourself. You feel his large hand on your shoulder as he stops beside you, "Why didn't you say anything?" You want to shrug off his hand, but you don't; instead you sigh, "It's not a big deal. Let's just-" "No", Calcharo cuts you off quickly, moving in front of you, "At least let me take a look."

"I don't think that's such a good idea...", you say a little softer than you had liked. Remaining stern and stoic as ever, Calcharo crosses his arms as he looks down at you, "And why would that be?" His question sounds icy and he must've realized it because he tone softens when he speaks again, "You're injured and I wouldn't be a very good leader if I didn't look out for another member." Thunder rumbles in the distance, a sure sign that a storm was on its way. You look down and then grab his arm, surprising him, "Fine. But let's not be out in the open..."

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If you hadn't been injured and limping, the two of you wouldn't be soaked from the rain you had gotten caught in. Slamming the wooden door shut of the run-down cabin you found in the woods, you immediately sink down onto the floor. "How did you know this place was...", Calcharo's voice trails off as his blue-grey eyes find the growing patch of blood on your upper thigh, immediately crouching down to your level.

His intense eyes take in your features, your face flushed red from a slight fever and a couple droplets of water run down your face to your neck. Calcharo's hand reaches for your wounded thigh before pausing, hovering right over the wound, "May I?" You grit your teeth and nod. With uncharacteristically shaky hands, he undoes your pants and helps you lift your hips off the ground as he lowers them. In his head, he repeats over and over that this is just to treat you. That's it!

But he can't help glancing at your cotton panties... There was nothing particularly special about them, but the way they hugged your hips, pressing close against your pussy underneath; it had him inadvertently licking his lips. Calcharo shakes his head and looks to the open cut on your thigh. He does his best to make sure his voice comes out even as he speaks, "It's not too deep. There's just a lot of blood from straining yourself." You point to your bag, "There's a first aid kit in there..."

With a single nod, he grabs the bag and rummages through it til his fingers brush against the small first aid box. He grabs it and mentally prepares himself to give you stitches while also trying so damn hard to stop from popping a boner at the sight of you.

You were injured, for fucks sake! Now wasn't the time to suddenly sprout inappropriate thoughts that he had never had an issue with before. Sensing his hesitation, you practically snatch the kit from his hands, making him blink in shock.

Though flushed with a bit of a fever, drenched from the rain, and injured, you still have the nerve to narrow your eyes at him, "I can do it myself." His jaw hangs open for a moment but he quickly shuts it, returning to his usual cold demeanor, "Fine." He sits back, watching as you thread the curved needle and piece your own flesh as you stitch yourself up. Mentally he cringes on your behalf, but you barely react as your skin closes with the thread.

If anything, seeing just how strong you are, not just physically, but mentally, it makes things even harder for him, quite literally. His cock throbs in his pants and he presses down on it, willing it to just go the fuck away. After tying up the thread and cleaning off the remaining blood, you look his way, noticing his hands pressing down in his lap and you raise a brow, a weak smirk playing on your lips, "Are you seriously hard right now?"

Calcharo's eyes flick to yours, all wide-eyed as he looks at you, then he frowns and looks away, "No, I'm not." You breathe out a laugh that does nothing to help the ache in his pants, "Really? Then move your hands." Calcharo grimaces, his nose scrunched in what looks similar to a snarling dog, "I don't want to." You just shrug, looking amused albeit still a bit weak from your condition, "Suit yourself then. It just looks like you're having a bit of a rough time."

He turns his body away from you, not wanting to listen to anymore of your teasing. "It wouldn't be very nice of me to not show my gratitude to my leader for helping me so much today...", you trail off with a teasing lilt in your voice. Calcharo straightens up and peeks at your over his shoulder, "What do you mean...'show your gratitude'?" Hook, line, and sinker. You put on a more nonchalant look and sigh heavily, "I'm simply saying that since you helped me out..." You look into his eyes again, "I could help you out as well."

Too many thoughts race through Calcharo's mind. How could he even take you up on that offer, especially when you're injured. Especially since he shouldn't be having thoughts like this. Especially because you were special to him. Wait... You were... special to him? When did he feel this way towards you? I mean, sure he always went with you whenever you were itching for a fight and he did talk with you a little more frequently than the others, albeit not too much.

You can tell his mind is racing, so you lean forward, ignoring the bit of pain in your wounded thigh, and place your hand on his shoulder, "Just quit thinking, Calcharo." Your hushed voice and hot breath fan across his ear, sending tingles straight down to his cock. Fuck it. He turns around and faces you once more, his face close to yours as he speaks low and deep, "I don't want to hurt you." His eyes are on yours, but yours are on his lips as you speak again, "You won't."

Before he can protest again, your lips are on his in a soft, but demanding kiss. Calcharo is frozen for a moment, having never done this before. Hell, he's never done anything romantic or sexual in the past. But the plush softness of your lips on his has him beginning to melt. He returns the kiss hesitantly at first, but once he finds the right rhythm with you, he finds himself leaning into you more. His hands are on your flushed cheeks and your heat radiates into his palms.

Your tongue prods his lower lip, begging for entrance to which he allows, parting his lips as you tongue slips in and moves against his. It's a slippery feeling, but you taste so sweet.

Without having realized it, Calcharo has you caged in underneath him yet again, although this time is was special. Your legs are spread to accommodate his body between your legs and your fingers are tangled in his wet, but long silver hair.

Your lips brush against his, "As much as I'd like to help and take things over, my injury-" Calcharo cuts you off with a kiss, "I know. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." His voice sounds husky and breathless, needy for more of you. You grab his hand and place it on your breast, making his breath hitch, "You can touch me."

He looks down at where his hand rests on your breast, taking in the way it fills his palm so perfectly, and he squeezes lightly. Truthfully, he wants your shirt off so he can feel the soft skin against his own calloused hands.

Calcharo's eyes go to yours and his fingers hover over the buttons of your shirt, "May I?" You chuckle a little at his formality, "Please do." With your affirmation, he unbuttons your shirt, tugging the material gently down your shoulders. He takes in the sight of you under him in just a bra and panties. You truly were a sight to see. Without asking for permission again, he fumbles with the clasp of your bra before eventually unhooking it and sliding it off.

Calcharo licks his lips again when he finally sees your bare breasts, so round and perfect. His hand makes its way back to your breasts, gently palming them. His thumb flicks over your nipple, making you draw in a breath. His gaze break away from your chest and back up to your face in alarm, "Did I hurt you?" You smile tiredly at him and shake your head, "No, it felt good." Calcharo visibly relaxes and returns his attention back to your chest.

Leaning down, he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue sliding over the pert bud as you let out a soft sounding moan. His eyes flit up to watch your reactions as he continues with his ministrations. All he wants is for you to feel good even if he's not entirely sure what he's doing. But from the look on your face, your lips parted and brows knitted together, he can tell he's doing well so far and that's all he needs to know to keep going.

Calcharo presses little kisses from your breasts, to your stomach, then pauses above your covered cunt. Without a word, you shakily raise your hips, signalling him to remove your panties and continue on. He bites his lip, nervous as hell, but he didn't know when he would get an opportunity like this again. So he slides your panties down, ever so careful to not have the material rub against your wound on it's way down your legs.

With you panties off and your pussy now exposed to him, Calcharo feels like he's in a daze. You raise your hips yet again with a raised brow, "Well? Haven't you done this before?" Calcharo looks away from you, not wanting to confirm nor deny, feeling too embarrassed to say you were his first everything.

Your sweet voice pulls him back in, "You're so unlike yourself right now. Where'd my confident leader go, huh?" You were only half teasing as you spoke, just wanting him to move on from your first quip.

Hearing you call him your leader stirs something inside of him. Calcharo feels like he has something to prove. You were right, he did everything with a cold confidence, so he could certainly do this. Calcharo lowers himself to your pussy, his lips so close to touching. With a quick look back up to you, he lightly licks at your clit. It's experimental at first, just small little licks to test out your reaction. But once he sees how turned on you are, he dives right in.

It's sloppy and wet, but Calcharo has no intention of stopping now. His tongue prods and licks at your entrance, lapping up your arousal as it coats his tongue. His cock twitches as he mindlessly grinds against the floor. Your beautiful moans and shaky breaths only spur him on and make him feel even more brave. His calloused thumb rubs at your clit in time with his tongue lashing between your folds.

Your hands fly to his hair, pressing his mouth further into your pussy as you cry out his name, "C-calcharo! 'm cumming-ngh!" The taste of you flooded his senses and he simply could not get enough. He grips your hips, keeping his mouth latched onto your soaked cunt as though it was his first and last meal he'd ever have, groaning as if he were the one on the receiving end. You try to push his face away, "S-stop! Too much-ngh!- 'm sensitive!"

Calcharo knew he should stop, but your moans and the way your arousal flowed from you was way too delicious. His tongue flicks over you clit once more, making your legs shake as you moan loudly, releasing on his tongue once more. Finally being merciful, Calcharo removes his mouth from your pussy, your juices and his own saliva glisten on his lips and chin, but he doesn't have a care in the world right in this moment.

Your breasts move in time with your heavy breathing and you narrow your eyes up at him, "You're so lucky I'm injured right now..." Calcharo's eyebrows furrow, cocking his head to the side slightly, "But you liked it." You can't keep your glare when he's looking at you like some confused puppy, although quite the scary looking puppy... You look down, spotting the wet patch on his pants, "Just take your pants off. It looks like your cock is ready to burst."

Calcharo's eyes widen at your straightforwardness, but he immediately schools his expression, "...Right." He undoes his belt harness, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clank of the metal. Next, he pops open the button of his pants and lowers the zipper, tugging his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock. His cock springs forward, large and veiny, twitching and leaking profusely.

You're in awe of his size and if you had known he was packing that much down there, you would've intentionally tried to get yourself in this situation much sooner. With one hand, he holds his aching cock and covers his face with the other, "Why are you staring so intensely?" Seeing the state he's in makes you laugh. The sound of it makes his length twitch and he peeks at you through his fingers, sounding a bit annoyed, "What's so amusing to you?"

You give him a genuine, yet cheeky smile, "I just... Never thought I'd see such an intimidating guy like yourself get so flustered." Calcharo groans at your teasing remark and lowers his hand from his face, his other hand absentmindedly stroking his cock, "Enough of your teasing."

You spread your legs a little more, careful not to strain your injury, "By all means, please continue. I promise I won't tease you anymore." "Hmph...", Calcharo does his best to look displeased, but there's too much longing and desperation in his eyes for it to be even remotely convincing.

He lines his leaking tip up with your awaiting entrance, but pauses, "Just tell me if it's too much, alright?" With a nod from you, pressure begins to build as he pushes his length slowly inside of your tight, wet cunt.

Cacharo's face scrunches with pleasure and he sucks in a breath, the feeling of being inside of you, inside of anyone for the first time has him struggling not to cum right then and there. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you, speaking softly, "It's okay. You can move now."

He whines at the affirmation and begins to thrust slowly, trying to keep himself calm so as to not cum immediately or hurt you from going too hard too fast. His muscular arms cage you in and his silver hair cascades over his shoulders.

His blue-grey eyes lock on yours as he keeps his steady pace. Calcharo's voice is strained when he speaks through gritted teeth, "This feels too good..." He groans as his hips make contact with yours, his cock pressing deep inside of you.

You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, whispering against them, "Then keep going." Calcharo's cock jumps inside of you and he starts thrusting a little faster, a little harder, "F-fuck..." He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as his cock fucks into you. All you both can do is whimper and moan between relentless kisses as he comes closer and closer to orgasm.

His thoughts are only on how fucking good you tight pussy feels squeezing around his cock and how badly he wants to breed you with his cum. Gods, what he wouldn't do to see your stomach growing round with his kids.

Fuck, what the hell is even thinking right now. He can't even own a dog, let alone raise a kid, it was too dangerous. But your pussy and your hold on him was way more dangerous to him. He had to keep going.

Calcharo growls out a low groan, "I'm gonna cum -fuck- take it all. Please, please take it -ngh- all!" With a harsh, deep thrust, he releases his warm seed inside of you. His cock throbbing as his cum pours from his tip and the excess drips down to the floor.

He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, the heat from your fever seeping into his skin. Fuck, you had a fever and were injured... He pulls out of you, making you whimper at the feeling of emptiness.

His eyes flick over to your stitched wound, eyes wide as he sees some of the stitches had popped open and fresh blood was trickling down the side of your thigh, "I-I apologize. I shouldn't have-mmph!" Your lips on his shuts him up and when you pull away, you only smile tiredly at him, "I'm fine. Quit worrying about me." Calcharo's expression shows just how much he's struggling with all of this. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make anything worse.

You tug a strand of his long, silver hair, bringing his attention back to you, "If you really feel that bad then I guess you'll have to make it up to me another time." Calcharo's eyebrows furrow, but then his expression softens slightly, "Of course. As your leader, I-" You cut him off quickly, "No, not so much as my leader. But as my partner. How does that sound?"

He's stunned for a moment but then clears his throat, trying to keep his typical brooding expression, "We can't. I don't want you to get hurt." You roll your eyes and look up at him, speaking in a resolute tone, "This is different. I'm not just some civilian, I'm part of the Ghost Hounds just like you. I can handle whatever danger comes my way or else I wouldn't be here right now." Calcharo processes your words for a second, then sighs, "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Your expression brightens, "I'm pretty sure that's similar to what you said to me when I first joined." Calcharo rolls his eyes as he gathers your clothes and his, "Whatever. I meant it as much then as I do now." You just breathe a small laugh, "Of course. I think we'll be just fine."

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a/n: calcharo is a cutie patootie under that tough exterior, i just know it🥺

[guhamun]

@caemthe

not love at first sight but curiosity at first glance. the need to know more, to learn everything. an inability to look away. they say attention is the beginning of devotion — you've always had all of mine.

halo

[jiyanluvr]

favourite places to kiss you. (jiyan, m!rover, calcharo)

his favourite place to kiss you is practically everywhere, but your lips are what holds a special place in his heart.

Jiyan was going back from the battlefield after the long days you've been waiting. He's sent you letters, pressed flowers always in the envelope. He's sent you voice memos, which you've saved to hold on to.

The creak on the door indicates one thing ; your boyfriend's back! You immediately stood up at the sound of the knob turning, smiling as the moment he walked in, he was greeted with a hug from you. He stumbled back with a quiet chuckle, looking at you with softened eyes.

With no words exchanged, you knew what he was craving; your lips on his. You grabbed Jiyan's face, putting your hands on his cheeks as you kissed his lips as he relished every moment of it, wrapping his arms around your waist as he chased after your lips.

" I've missed this.. so much. "

while not obvious, his favourite spot to kiss you are your hands.

Calcharo was resting on your lap as you played with his surprisingly smooth hair. His eyes were closed as you slowly eased him to relax, since he's been on edge this whole week. You kissed his tacet mark, making him open his eyes to look at you.

".. Do that again.. "

You chuckled at his request, this time your hand on his cheek. You kissed his tacet mark again, with Calcharo kissing the palm of your hand. He pressed kisses on your hand, showering it with kisses.

" Are my hands that pretty? "

though as much as he tries to hide it, his favourite spot to kiss you is your cheek.

You and Rover were relaxing in your shared home, Rover was sat beside you, his head on your chest as he hummed, letting you play with his hair. He leaned in your touch, sighing contently.

He looked up at you, humming before sitting up to kiss your cheek... and another one, and another one.. another kiss. Gosh, does he really love your cheeks that much? You chuckled, returning one of his kisses on his cheek, then his lips.

" I'll never get enough of your kisses.. "

Rover muttered out, loud enough for you to hear him before he peppered your cheeks with his soft kisses again.

[cookiepao]

Calcharo with child!reader

feel free to request something platonic

This is my second account, first account is mubabee. There’s also a m!rover one being posted soon.

U can see this as y/n or if u had a child with him

[alwayscorvus]

Waking up from nightmares - Wuthering Waves Characters

Waking up from nightmares - WuWa Characters

malereader x Jiyan/Calcharo/Mortefi/Yuanwu/YangYang/Baizhi (separated), fluff, scenarios;

mxm or mxg; they can be a little out of character;

Yuanwu

You saw it again. Your partner slipping away, on the ground, in your arms. Just because you arrived too late to rescue him.

You couldn't get over it. Your heart started beating like crazy. Tears came to your eyes. And seconds later you woke up. With a headache that was killing you.

You growled angrily at yourself. Again you let yourself be swept away by those awful illusions.

You looked around, but in the darkness you couldn't see what you were looking for. Nor could you sense it. Unsatisfied, you moved closer to other side of a bed. Fortunately, this helped you reach your partner.

You hugged him gently around his waist and he instinctively woke up by that.

When it came to him that you were not an assassin, only his fiancé, he just murmured questioningly.

-I'm sorry - you replied with slight guilt - Bad dream

-I didn't know that boys your age still have nightmares - he said teasingly.

At which you pinched him with a scowling face.

-Oi oi I was just joking - he assured while snorting lightly, really amused by your behavior.

-This old jokes are not really funny

-Maybe for you - he replied trying to light the mood.

After a while, however, he turned towards you and returned the hug.

-Are you all right? - he asked this time with clear concern in his voice.

-Yes, because I am here with you now

Jiyan

At first second you were running through the middle of a battle, escaping from monsters.

And at the next one you were snatching your upper body from a bedsheets scattered all over your tent.

Your eyes were wide open and your mouth gaped.

You don't know how long it took. Seconds, minutes or maybe more.

Eventually, however, you came back to reality. You calmed your breathing and looked around, recalling where you actually were. Still at least a couple of kilometers away from a battlefield.

You threw something over your uncovered shoulders and blindly walked out of a tent.

A small campfire and glow of stars allowed you to see more than just a tip of your own nose. You were deeply grateful for that.

A few steps away, just under a large tree, Jiyan seated himself. As you thought, he had taken over the watch over this part of a camp.

Even though it should be done by someone lower in rank, Jiyan still felt this strange sense of responsibility inside him. A need to be sure that all his comrades were safe.

You used to try to talk him out of it, but over time you got used to it. And at this exact moment you needed something other than an argument.

With a sleepy steps you walked through the separating distance and took place right next to him.

Beaten, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your tired eyes.

-Bad dream? -he asked just for affirmation.

And you murmured with a nod, snuggling your head more into his body. Trying to find a perfect position and insisting on getting those few more precious minutes of sleep.

Jiyan understood well what you were facing. He himself had experienced it many times. Nightmares only escalated the more you approached your next battle. Memories kept coming back and phantoms of your lost comrades haunted you after nights.

Yet he also knew that there was no way to deal with it.

So he took your hand in his and began to knead it gently. He didn't want to express his feelings too much in public, but at the same time he wanted to reassure you about his presence. Hoping that his support would allow you to relax and drift off. While he kept protecting you both.

Mortefi

-[M/N]! [M/N]! -irritated Mortefi slapped your arm several times. Stubbornly trying to get out of your embrace. He didn't know about what terrible thing you were dreaming, but whatever it was, it made you squeeze him with an unhuman strength. Almost crushing his fragile body.

-[M/N]!

Your heart beat faster.

Suddenly you opened your eyes. Your grip only tightening.

-Mortefi? -you asked hesitantly. Wanting to make sure of his nearness.

-It won't be for long, if some fool doesn't stop suffocating me! - Mortefi hissed with a fake anger in his voice.

And without warning, he flashed with colors of his scales. Thanks for that, even in the darkness, you could see his sulky face for a split second.

-Oh… sorry.

Still not fully awake, though rather sad, you loosened your grip. Mortefi immediately crawled out of your arms and moved to a sitting position.

However, hearing your voice, his heart melted. Real Mortefi instantly returned.

-Can- can I do something for you? -he asked unsurely, angry at himself over how he had jumped on you.

For a moment, he just really felt close to getting broken ribs.

-Oh, no baby no -you assured- Nothing really, don't worry -you suddenly raised yourself on your elbows- Are you alright? Did I hurt you?

Mortefi rapidly shook his head. However, he quickly remembered that with the light off you couldn't see it.

Not wanting to bring up the subject again, he reached out his hands in your direction.

At first contact, his fingers gently brushed your neck. Slowly he moved his hands higher. Stopping on your cheeks. He squeezed them tighter, pulling your head in his direction and laying it on his stomach.

-Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you - you asked slightly heartbroken. At that, Mortefi could almost picture you with imaginary flopped ears.

-Then I'll wake you up again- he assured, quite embarrassed.

-What did you dream about? - he changed the topic.

You just frowned and mumbled, not really wanting to return to that.

-Do you want me to sing for you? - he bit his lip unsurely, recalling situations from the past.

You rapidly nodded your head, and Mortefi laughed lightly at the sensation of your tickling hair.

He grabbed your strands and began to gently play with them. Massaging your head in the process. After a long moment, he began humming a lullaby from his childhood.

Calcharo

You jumped off the bed with a silent scream. Looking straight ahead, you were inhaling air with a greedy gasps. While thick drops of sweat ran down your face, chest was dropping and rising like crazy.

You involuntarily slid your hand out to your right side, in search of help. Instead of the expected warmth of your partner's body, you appeared to come into a contact with the cooling bedsheets.

You rushed with your eyes to the other half of a bed.

Calcharo was nowhere to be seen.

Though still in shock, you made your way to the hallway.

A dim light came from a small kitchen, so you followed its path.

When you crossed a doorway of room, your partner came into a view.

Calcharo was standing backwards. In his hand he was holding a cup with an unidentified drink.

-Care to join me?

He turned towards you. As if completely unfazed by your presence. Even though it happened to you for the first time.

Still hot and overwhelmed with emotion, you looked at him more closely. Despite your distraction, you couldn't help but notice a slightly torn white T-shirt. Signs of overclocking.

-What-… what's that? - you asked hesitantly while slowly stabilizing your breathing.

Man spun around once again. Though this time sideways, to the close stove. He pulled a new cup from a cabinet and turned his attention to a pot from which steam was still floating.

He moved as smoothly as if things that he had just experienced were completely normal for him.

-One of my clients said that hot milk helps. Not that I believe him. But we are wasted anyway.

Baizhi

You were awakened from your nightmare by a gentle shaking. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your eyelids tighter. Trying to banish a sight of fallen comrades from your mind.

-[M/N]? -someone squeezed your shoulder harder.

You pulled yourself up on a bed. Sliding your hand out of a pair of delicate palms. You opened your eyes blinking several times. You could feel something wet slide off your forehead. A cold compress.

-You started to sweat a lot and tremble as well - someone explained monotonously and quietly.

You turned towards direction of that voice. Sight of your girlfriend came into a view. Light of a candle placed on your bedside table was falling on her body dressed-up in your white shirt.

Baizhi looked like she hadn't slept for a fairly long time.

-At first I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or an illness. But after a long analysis, I came to the conclusion that it was just a bad dream.

You looked at her confused and at the same time slightly offended.

-Just?

Baizhi looked down at her hands, avoiding eye contact. She bit her cheek gently.

You were already about to say something when she got up from her knees and, almost jumping off the bed, ran to the cabinet.

-Herbal tea made with flowers from Taoyuan Vale. It is supposed to help with sleep - she straightened her hands, moving cup closer to you. By doing so, she bowed in traditional way, with expectation of you accepting her gift.

Drink definitely left a bitter aftertaste, but at the same time it strangely calmed you down.

-Thank you, Baizhi - you replied with genuine gratitude. Corners of her mouth gently lifted upward. Not to mention a slight blush on her cheeks.

Yangyang

Frightened, you rose quickly from a bed. Panting heavily. In your head you still saw that chase. Or rather, an escape. In this dream, you were the prey.

You quickly pulled yourself together. You wanted to go right back to sleep, just to avoid waking up your girlfriend.

However, when you were about to rest your back against the mattress once again, something prevented you from doing so. And it wasn't that suspiciously lit bedside lamp. Something was stubbornly squeezing your hand.

You looked to the side. Your girlfriend was kneeling by your bed. Waves of her black hair splashed across your duvet, right next to your body.

-Yangyang? -you asked softly. Girl, however, didn't respond.

You dipped your free hand into her hair and gently stroked her strands. Trying not to get tangled in them, and in the same time awaken your partner. Slowly you repeated her name louder and louder until she finally woke up.

-[M/N]!

She immediately got off the floor and threw herself around your neck, squeezing as hard as she could.

-I was so scared! -she spoke in a shaky voice- I tried so hard to wake you up, but- but I couldn't! And you-. you just…-

Words caught in her throat, she couldn't finish. She began to swallow air and tears greedily.

Worried, you squeezed her torso, pushing her back by a short distance.

-Hey, babe. I'm completely fine, you have nothing to worry about -you assured, stroking her cheek in a calming manner.

You quickly forgot about your nightmare when all your attention got preoccupied with taking care of one tiny soul.

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ medical researcher v. ] A gentle smile adorns the researcher’s face when he turns to greet the mercenary leader. It makes quite the contrast with the scenery behind him: a desolate and scorched earth, the typical aftermath of a resonator who overclocked. Except that it’s a calamity with no victims, the mercenary who succumbed to overclocking resting under the shadow of a tree that miraculously survived, attached to a few small machines checking her vitals. “There’s no need to worry, she’s just sleeping due to the exhaustion. As long as she gets enough rest the following days, no problems should arise. But, with that said, I would like to be granted permission to enter the Ghost Hounds’ headquarters to check on her condition.” He doesn’t immediately explain why the resonator overclocked, waiting for the ones who came with their leader to take their comrade away. Only then, he speaks again. “She lost someone dear recently, am I correct?” It’s a question that doesn’t sound like one. Jiyan sighs. “These past few months have been especially difficult for all due to the constant attacks from the Fractsidus. It has taken a toll on the Midnight Rangers as well. It’s one thing to lose your loved ones to TD, and another due to the actions of other humans.” There were plenty of things the doctor left unsaid, things he didn’t specify, but he didn’t have to. “How have you been, Calcharo? It’s been a while since we last met.” ‘Like this,’ he purposely forgot to add.

ALTHOUGH HIS GAZE DID linger upon Jiyan for a moment, sharp eyes were quick to fall upon his resting mercenary. He had expected the worst when he had received word of what had transpired here, but it seemed that everything was under control aside from the scenery. Thankfully no one had been caught in the intense heat, especially since situations like this one often didn’t always end on a positive note. Eyes narrowed slightly, such nearly imperceptible as his concerned rose for the one hooked up to machines – passed out, but getting the rest that their body so severely needed after an overclock episode. As if reading his mind, Jiyan was quick put his uncertainties aside, a feeling of relief washing over the mercenary leader despite his expression remaining the same. The only difference was that his gaze softened slightly, the nearly missed furrow of his brows melting away. ❝That’s fine. I see no reason to refuse your visits.❞ She would appreciate too, no doubt. Jiyan, after all, was a face that many became used to, his accomplishments numerous. However, what won over his wary Ghost Hounds was the fact that he was so…approachable.

     This made him easy to speak to.

     Falling quiet once again, he merely watched his mercenary’s slumbering form, hesitant, almost, to speak of matters that were not his own. However, he supposed there was no reason to feel as such, and so he broke his temporary silence. ❝Yes. Two weeks ago. I knew that Alessia was taking Fenno’s death hard, and had told her to rest rather than take on more missions, but she wouldn’t have it.❞ He knew from experience what she was doing: trying to drown out the feelings through keeping the self busy. He should have been much firmer with her about hanging back at headquarters. In the end, he had softened due to sympathy for what she was going through, believing that perhaps – just perhaps – this would benefit her. Calcharo should have known better. ❝I can only guess that she must have found the location of the group involved in his death, and thus came to handle them herself without assistance. The rage must have bubbled over… The pain…❞ His words trailed off, a small sigh slipping from him before he turned his gaze back to Jiyan. ❝TD at least make sense. You would think that humans would be more focused on a singular enemy; however, I guess that’s asking too much.❞

     He scoffed.

     As the direction of the conversation shifted to him, he hummed softly, arms crossing over his chest. ❝I have been fine, as usual.❞ Questionable. ❝What of you? Shouldn’t you be back in Jinzhou? I can never understand why you always personally come out like this.❞ Calcharo knew why. Jiyan was just like this. He was not the type to sit back and merely observe, and had always been the kind of person who would rush forward to aid another. It was for this reason that his more…cautious…nature never flared when he was around the researcher. They were just too genuine in their care for others.

[guhamun]

CALCHARO WAS A MAN who survived because he was ever cautious. When he was sure that a deal may fall apart – that a client’s trust might be questionable, he always had a contingency in place. Even for Huanglong, when he accepted this deal to cut down things that might have escaped the Midnight Ranger's notice with his Ghost Hounds, he had done just the same as well. However, the people here were…different. Odd in comparison to what he would see in the New Federation or even elsewhere. The General, newly appointed still in his position, had been just as trusting as the people were, which...in itself had been...surprising. Jinzhou was a defenseless city to him, but this was not because it lacked for protection (for it had more than an ample enough of that). It was due to this trust that he found himself watching the city with increased vigil. The danger wasn't just the TD. It was people that they should be more mindful of. TD were mindless machines in how they acted most of the time.

     People, however...

     ❝Counselor,❞ he greeted, not once turning his head to look upon her as she came to stand beside him. He turned his head just slightly, not enough to see her, but to further acknowledge her presence. ❝I think your citizens are too a bit too welcoming of those from outside their border…but they are interesting to observe.❞

▸▸ [ @guhamun ( calcharo ) || changli one-liner call ]

─「长离」─  her footsteps were light, silent, as though her very aura and frequency was being cloaked in a veil of secrecy. if she did not wish her presence to be known, the zhūquè would remain undetected. she was, however, coming to stand next to the lone figure upon the roof of the grand library overlooking the city.

                " how do you find huanglong and jinzhou, ghost hounds leader ? "

[starryficsfinishwen]

꒰ . ⋮ Alphabet Kinktober .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ — 2024

feat. Punishing: Gray Raven, Wuthering Waves, and Love and Deepspace men!

a.n. - yes this will be posted this week hopefully! hoping to see y'all interact with this as well!! I'm legit really pushing thru this cuz this is what I've been waiting to do all month long!!

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

dividers by @/cafekitsune!

maybe you wanna try listening to the playlist I made for this year?

Week 1— ⌞ aftertaste ⌝ . (A to E)

𖹭 [ pgr ] M!Shikikan, Noctis, Lee, Chrome

𖹭 [ wuwa ] Yuanwu

Week 2— ⌞ featherlight ⌝ . (F to J)

𖹭 [ pgr ] Camu, Hassen, Nikola, Chrome

𖹭 [ wuwa ] Aalto

Week 3— ⌞ kinesthesia ⌝ . (K to O)

𖹭 [ pgr ] Noan, Roland, Kamui

𖹭 [ wuwa ] Calcharo

𖹭 [ lnds ] Sylus

Week 4— ⌞ promising ⌝ . (P to T)

𖹭 [ pgr ] Lee, Murray, Vonnegut

𖹭 [ wuwa ] Jiyan

𖹭 [ lnds ] Zayne

Week 5— ⌞ utopia ⌝ . (U to Z)

𖹭 [ pgr ] Wanshi, Watanabe

𖹭 [ wuwa ] Xiangli Yao, M!Rover, Jiyan

© starryficsfinishwen ᯓ★

please don't steal or own my works!!

[glitterguts13]

After giving m!Rover birth scar ends up loving the baby and being extra possessive of them. Rover and the baby gets saved by Jiyan and calcharo who are yandere for rover to

Btw I loved the yandere wuwa fic!!!❤️

Nestled safely in his arms, Rover strokes his thumb over the infant's cheek. Barely a month old, with a mop of raven black hair atop her head. The sight of her fills his heart with more love than he knows what to do with, and the idea of losing her causes his stomach to fill with knots.

Scar had been shockingly gentle with her, his attitude flipping from discarding her to treasuring her chilling Rover to the core. He read her stories at night, retailing fables and growing annoyed when Rover insisted she be handed back over to him.

Sulking like a child, Scar would always hand her back, mumbling about how Rover was hogging her. In the end, it didn't matter how sweet and gentle Scar was with his baby girl, Rover felt sick every time he picked her up.

There was no telling with that man how long his compassion would last. When he would grow bored of playing house and crave something more exciting.

For now, though, Scar rarely left their sides. Clinging to Rover and the baby like a lifeline, doting on them and lavishing them with love. Every utterance of praise grew a sense of unease in Rover's chest.

Snuggling his baby closer, Rover mumbles an apology under his breath. In the end, he'd failed. He hadn't kept his word, hadn't protected her against Scar, and now they were both paying the price.

Today was one of the rare instances of Scar leaving them alone in the worn-out hut he was calling "home." Work, or something like that, called him away much to his irritation. A few hours at most, not enough time for Rover to get very far with a newborn clutched to his chest and no weapon on hand.

The steps to the front door creak, and Rover feels his heart rate spike. Scar was back already, it was too soon, he had barely had any time to relax. With a bang, the front door comes flying off its hinges, and Rover lets out a startled yelp.

"Rover?"

"He's in here, I heard him just now." two voices, neither of them belonging to Scar. Hope bubbles up in his chest, aching legs nearly buckling under him as he bolted to see who was there.

"Rover!" relief floods Jiyan's face, sword in one hand, the other outstretched to welcome the trembling male into an embrace.

"You did well finding him." Jiyan looks to Calcharo with an approving nod of his head.

"Please, please, get us out of here before he gets back-" another startled gasp leaves his lips as Calcharo grabs him by the waist and pulls him back from Jinyan, holding him close against his broad chest.

"You're safe now Rover. That man won't hurt you anymore." 'that man' was spat out like venom, and for a brief moment, Rover allowed himself to be weak enough to cry.

"We'll take him back to my place," Jiyan says.

"No, please, I need to see a medic, the baby needs to see a medic too-" a large but gentle hand cups his cheeks.

"It's alright Rover, I assure you, I have more than enough medical training to tend to you both." Calcharo soothes.

"I want to see Yangyang and Chixia- I need to let them know we're alright-"

The two larger men share a knowing look, the grip on Rover's cheeks tightening.

"You're coming home with us. No one else will know you've been found." his heart sinks into the pit of his stomach, and the relief of being saved flooded over with dread.

"No...no!"

"It's safer that way Rover. The fewer people who know where you are," Jinyan pauses to nuzzle into the side of Rover's neck, nipping at the tender flesh, "The less we have to worry about them taking you from us."

[fefern]

masterlist. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

‎‧₊˚✧ wuthering waves ✧˚₊‧

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jiyan ⊹ ࣪ ˖

when they're jealous. (ft. jiyan, calcharo, and scar.)

admiring him when he fights.

first dates with them. (ft. jiyan, lingyang, and m!rover.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ calcharo ⊹ ࣪ ˖

when they're jealous. (ft. jiyan, calcharo, and scar.)

their ways of showing affection. (ft. lingyang, aalto, and calcharo.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ rover ⊹ ࣪ ˖

first dates with them. (ft. jiyan, lingyang, and m!rover.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ scar ⊹ ࣪ ˖

when they're jealous. (ft. jiyan, calcharo, and scar.)

agreeing to merge with a tacet discord.

him as a lover.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ lingyang ⊹ ࣪ ˖

their ways of showing affection. (ft. lingyang, aalto, and calcharo.)

first dates with them. (ft. jiyan, lingyang, and m!rover.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ aalto ⊹ ࣪ ˖

their ways of showing affection. (ft. lingyang, aalto, and calcharo.)

‎‧₊˚✧ genshin ✧˚₊‧

nothing for now.

‎‧₊˚✧ honkai star rail ✧˚₊‧

nothing for now.

[prjcalico]

❝ mydeimos of strife ; the undying . ❞

introduction box, maybe !! ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴

name: calico or zero. just 'cal' is cool if we're close.

prns: he/him pref; (or she/her) !! idr like neutral ones (no hate)

lang: fluent eng, semi-fluent cn, + a few (lesser) others.

games: genshin, hsr, wuwa, zzz, dandy's world, pressure.

media: link click (words cannot describe it), jjk, alnst. previously watched death note, solo leveling, and bungou stray dogs !

important [credits: @fawndollie 4 dividers !!]

other information / details

i love to draw, read, write; anything typically "creativity"-based.

rough kinlist: alhaitham (gi.), diluc (gi.), mydei (hsr), anaxa (hsr), jing yuan (hsr), dr. ratio (hsr), luka (alnst), till (alnst), all of my ocs.

my ocs are my LIFE. if you know me then you also know i correlate my two main ocs to (qpr/platonic) shiguang (cxs + lu guang, from link click). i yap a lot about the similarities between 'em XD

favorite media characters

genshin: alhaitham, diluc, kinich, zhongli, xiao, albedo

hsr: jing yuan, boothill, ratio, mydei, welt, luocha, moze

wuwa: m. rover, calcharo, brant, xiangli yao, jiyan, mortefi

zzz: lighter, harumasa, von lycaon, wise; every male.

even more information - crazy, right?

i will likely be talking about my ocs a lot on here. below this are just my carrds (one of which is link click themed), so if you want to check 'em out, go right ahead. my straw page is hyperlinked here.

https://proxify.carrd.co <- for use if you're on a laptop / pc.

https://excalico.carrd.co <- for use if you're on mobile / phone.

'' roll the end credits , director ! ''

that's practically it. thanks for stopping by !!

this is the first "intro" thing i've made on tumblr, and i'm still incredibly bad at working the format in the way i want it. i hope this is coherent: if only slightly.

❝ cogito, ergo sum . ❞ - René Descartes

[phr3ia]

Resonance (Jiyan x Fem!Reader x Calcharo) [Chapter 2 : Fake]

[Jinzhou]

You are seated comfortably in your office, your fingers tapping restlessly on the table as you read through the documents before you. There's a certain Mercenary Group causing trouble around Huang Long known as the Ghost Hounds. "Hmmmmm." your eyes shifted from paper to paper. It was evident how visibly angry you looked at the moment.

You are well-acquainted with this notorious group, particularly with their leader, Calcharo. "This guy..." you muttered, staring at his image on the screen, your teeth gritted in anger as you unknowingly gripped the documents in your hands. You have been investigating him for three years now, but you always struggle to locate his whereabouts due to the group frequently changing locations.

"Zhi Yu." you called, prompting your personal assistant to rush towards you. "Yes, Madam Secretary?!" he nervously responded, sensing your fury. For you, enough is enough. Calcharo has pushed you to your limit.

"Could you provide me with all the information we have on the Ghost Hounds and their leader?" You couldn't bear it any longer. This group had been abusing their power, even resorting to killing innocent citizens of Huang Long. While you understood the nature of mercenaries, you couldn't stand idly by if they continued to harm the innocent. "Okay. Fuck this! I'm going to hunt down this group myself." With a forceful slam of your hand on the table, you rose abruptly from your chair and grabbed your coat.

"M-Madam Secretary! Where are you going?!" Zhi Yu asked, well aware of your impulsiveness. As the Secretary of Justice, you needed to be as safe as possible. "Don't say a word of this to anyone, especially not to the General." you ordered, fixing a stern gaze on your assistant. "B-But Madam Secretary! You can't take action like this without a direct order from the Magistrate!"

Ignoring his protests, you continued towards the door. "I'll do my best to return before midnight." You stated before shutting the door behind you.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

[Desorock Highland...]

Jiyan clashed with waves of Tacet Discord with his broadblade, slicing through the air with grace and might. He was ready and cunning, anticipating their moves. His eyes, though carrying a hint of fatigue, were sharp and focused throughout the battle.

He had overexerted himself in his battles, to the point where Jiyan could barely hear the battle's sounds over the ringing in his ears. His arm ached with every swing of his sword. His heart thudded in his chest as he heaved for breath. He was close to Overclocking, but he shoved that realization to the back of his mind.

"Major Yue Xiu requesting immediate evacuation at Desorock Highland. I have discovered a nest of TDs hiding in a secret cave. I cannot seem to shake them. Aid is needed ASAP." Jiyan transmitted before making a hasty retreat, the exhaustion now difficult to ignore.

He stabilized his breathing as he marched back to the safety of the position they held. His eyes scanned the battlefield before his gaze fell on his trusted Lieutenant, Qiang. He relayed the information as Qiang readied more soldiers. He then tended to his most important duty: To lead by example.

The General wasn't always a man of many words in front of his soldiers, but he could roar against the TDs, and his army respected and followed his lead.

The day's triumph belonged to them.

With the sun setting, Jiyan gave the necessary orders to secure the area before he retreated to rest.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

You headed to the Port City of Guixu, as this was the last lead you had on the Ghost Hounds. Despite the presence of Tacet Discords roaming around, you chose to maintain a low profile to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention if there were indeed any Mercenaries in the vicinity.

Quietly, you entered the abandoned building and meticulously inspected each floor. Upon entering each room, you found nothing but traces of leftover food. "So they were really here." you mumbled under your breath as you continued to investigate the area.

You ventured back outside and wandered around until you reached a corner where you spotted a few members of the Ghost Hounds engaged in conversation. You crouched down, intending to approach them stealthily. "Hahaha! Did you see the looks on those villagers' faces? They didn't think twice about handing over all their food supply!" exclaimed the male mercenary, grinning as he rummaged through his bag.

"Is this how the Ghost Hounds operates? Exploiting the vulnerable?" You seethed inwardly as you listened. You were about to circle around to find a better position to attack when one of the mercenaries, who was urinating, caught sight of you. You locked eyes with him for a few seconds, but before the man could react, you had accidentally activated your Resonance Liberation Skill, triggering a massive explosion in the area.

The man in front of you was charred to a crisp, but the others managed to shield themselves from the sudden attack. The explosion also caught the attention of the Tacet Discords, drawing them towards your location.

"Shit!" you hissed, seeing the countless of TDs heading your way. You couldn't believe you  momentarily lost control. You had no choice but to fight them off while ensuring the Mercenaries wouldn't seize this opportunity to escape. "Let's go!" exclaimed one of them, prompting the others to flee alongside him. "Not on my watch!" you grinned, excitement gleaming in your eyes as you sprinted at incredible speed, flames trailing behind your feet.

You unsheathed your broadsword, poised to strike the fleeing criminals, when suddenly an Inferno Rider appeared in front of you. "An Overlord class?!" Your eyes widened in shock. You realized the challenge ahead, knowing that you shared the same element. The Overlord Tacet Discord standing before you possessed a strong resistance to fire.

One of the Mercenaries made a rash move despite the looming threat. "Don't move! That's not a Tacet Discord you want to provoke!"you warned. You couldn't afford to lose all of them. You needed them alive. With a single casualty from the accidental release of your skill earlier, you couldn't risk making the same mistake again.

Despite your warning, the man defiantly moved, and in just a single swing of the Riders's blade, he was burned into ashes.

Your eyes darted around, as you strategized to devise the best plan to defeat the TD before you.

"Wanna make it out of here alive?" you asked, locking eyes with the frightened Mercenaries beside you. "I need your cooperation to execute my plan." You added. "And why should we trust you?" one of them questioned, skeptical of your proposal. "Because you have no other choice." your expression conveyed the seriousness of your words.

Upon hearing your plan, the Mercenaries swiftly diverted the attention of the Inferno Rider, granting you the chance to charge up your skill. You allowed yourself to be engulfed by your own flames, the intense heat causing the concrete beneath your feet to slowly melt. You moved with lightning speed, disappearing and reappearing in front of the Inferno Rider, delivering a powerful punch infused with flames on your knuckles. However, the TD quickly recovered and launched its attack, which you swiftly countered. Your movements resembled a graceful dance, exuding elegance and precision.

While you may not possess the same strength as Jiyan, but you can stand your ground like a true soldier. You shielded the Mercenaries from the Rider's deadly blade by blocking its attack. The force was so strong that you could feel your strength waning. You persevered, knowing Jiyan would have done the same. You exerted more force on your blade, pushing until the Rider's blade pierced its own skin.

As it screamed in agony and stopped its movements, one of them cautiously asked, "Is it over?" But before you could respond, the Rider erupted in flames, prompting you to swiftly move out of the way. The intense heat emanating from the TD made the Mercenaries feel as though their skin was being scorched. You glanced at the them with concern, but in an instant, as you shifted your gaze, the Rider stood before you, face to face, ready to strike you with its blade.

Your eyes widened in shock, knowing you had little time to react.

Just as the blade was about to reach you, a sudden bolt of lightning struck from out of nowhere, intercepting the attack. And the next thing you knew, the Leader of the Ghost Hounds, Calcharo, appeared in front of you, his blade blocking the the Inferno Rider.

With a few clashing of swords and a single activation of his Liberation Skill, the Tacet Discord dissipated as if it had never existed.

"C-Calcharo!" the Mercenaries muttered, their voices tinged with fear.

Calcharo scanned the faces of the Mercenaries as they let out mutters of his name, their fear was a bitter addition to his satisfaction. He didn't expect these FAKES to be a threat, it was more of an insult to his pride as the Leader of the Ghost Hounds.

"Hold your tongue."

Calcharo aimed his blade at one of the fake Mercenaries but fixed his gaze at you, who remained calm and composed. If there was one person who intrigued him in this dingy place, it was you. You could have been anybody, a soldier, a bystander, a Mercenary, or an innocent. Yet, the sight of you standing in the midst of this chaos held his attention.

He stepped closer, his sword now pressed against your throat, leaving you in a position where you could either step back or yield to him.

"I'd like to know why a high ranking officer from Jinzhou is here, surrounded by rats."

His voice carried a serious tone. He wasn't one to judge, but this situation called for an explanation. The fake mercenaries around him shuffled on their feet, eyes cast downward, some showed signs of fear, others defiance.  

"Care to share your story, officer?"

Calcharo remained vigilant, ready to strike in an instant, but for now, he wanted answers from the officer in front of him.

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Till we fall apart

Till we fall apart

malereader x Calcharo, slight angst to fluff; shortest short of my life; like not really a post just a thing to think about; imagine;

-I can't believe you finally visited me! I started to think that those promises you made in your letters were just an attempt to pull the wool over my eyes

Your red-haired friend couldn't hide her excitement. It has been... how long? Since your first and last meeting? Three years? Your bond has grown significantly over that time but it didn't change the fact that seeing each other in person brought you both great joy.

-Well… I have to admit that at the beginning it indeed was like that-

You got a solid slap on the head for your words and laughed at it sincerely.

-But I'm glad that fate finally brought us together -you sent a broad smile in her direction- Of course, it would have been better if I hadn't lost my job in the process... -you scratched the back of your neck rather ashamed- But if this is how it was supposed to go, there is nothing I can do.

-I still can't believe they fired you- You worked for them for so long! And it was your first job! -she bit her lips- You took plenty of extra hours… and helped them so much! And they? How could they?! -girl was frankly outraged and annoyed- But don't worry! This is a great opportunity. We will find something perfect for you here!

You looked at Chixia truly horrified. You didn't plan to stay here for long. You had spent your entire life in your hometown, always avoiding leaving its gates. And after this vacations you planned to continue doing so.

-Oh sorry-

-Sorry!

You both said almost at the same moment. You lifted your head up, examining closely at whom you bumped into.

When your heart stopped beating.

Your eyes came across those unforgettable silvery ones.

That distinct Tacet Mark adorning his forehead-… And long white hair flowing in all directions-…

His facial expression didn't say much but his eyes betrayed a sense of horror and unbelief. All in one.

Man passed you with a quick movement and disappeared into the crowd of pedestrians.

-[M/N]? Is everything okay?

Chixia's worried voice awoke you from your trance.

-Yeah, yeah -you quickly put a fake smile on your face- So are we going to get that food?

You've been in Huanglong for about five days now, and have slowly begun to get used it. At the beginning, you met with Chixia most of the time. Accompanied her not only in her free time but in reconnaissance as well. You also met her friends. At that time, you were never bored. Since the last two days, however, this has changed. Big "secret" mission sentenced you to being alone. But you tried not to complain and explore an interesting nooks and crannies of the city in peace. It was going brilliant. You tasted a lot of good food, heard more than one legend and saw breathtaking things.

Everything would have been great if not for one problem. Whatever you did, wherever you went you felt someone's stare on you. Although it didn't happen for a whole day, it was still extremely annoying and creepy.

You tried to discover the culprit many times. But whenever you turned around, you couldn't see anything except a few deserted buildings or ordinary natives.

However, everything was about to change this evening.

You leaned against the railing. Below you an endless sea spread out, illuminated by the glow of stars that adorned the dark, gloomy sky.

-I was waiting for you to finally show up.

You didn't turn around. You knew that your oppressor was standing just a few steps behind and that he had finally decided to reveal himself.

-You shouldn't be here.

That voice… A shiver went through you. Memories came flooding back like an avalanche.

-I'm glad to see you, too.

-You shouldn't be here.

-You repeat yourself.

-You shouldn't be here.

You growled flustered.

-Exactly like you!

You squeezed the railing tighter. Tears began to run down on your cheeks in streams.

-You knew I had no choice- he sighed.

Finally, he took off his mask.

-Yeah… At least that's what you told me ten years ago. When you said goodbye to me. When we were still friends -you spat out sentences full of venom.

-I wasn't right for you. You would have been better without me.

-Pity that you didn't let me decide about it myself.

You began to tremble. You no longer knew whether it was due to emotions or evening cold.

Calcharo moved closer to you and, with a slow movement, snuggled into your back.

-You are not like me. You are someone better. Made for greater things -he spoke to you using the voice from your past- With me you wouldn't have a future.

You snorted.

-You know I just lost my job? I am currently unemployed with no potential to find anything better. I spent my last savings to go here. When I return, I won't even have enough money for rent. And you? How are you doing?

Calcharo furrowed his eyebrows, squeezed you tighter and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your bare skin nicely.

-At least you're not doing anything bad.

You ignored this and continued.

-And do you know why I can't find anything else? Because after you left me, I quit school. All I know now is to how forge weapons.

-Many people need that.

-Do you need that? Do you need me?

You subconsciously tried to seize every opportunity.

-[M/N]… You know we shouldn't-…. - his voice was almost pleading.

Calcharo was always cold and hid his emotions well. What you loved about him, however, was that deep down he cared about those closest to him. Mostly he did it in secret, but your parting seems to have knocked down barriers in him.

-If that's so, there's nothing here for me.

You announced in a firm voice. And pushed away from a railing, trying to slip out of his embrace. Calcharo, however, refused to let you leave.

Frustrated, you let out an excess of air.

-Will you find a place for me in your life?

He didn't answer so you laughed bitterly.

-Since you don't want me, there is no point of me being here now. I'm going back.

Despite your words, you made no move. You were waiting in anticipation.

-Stay with me one night.

Your laughter was endless.

-My one night equals a lifetime.

You finally turned toward him as he slightly loosened his grip. Calcharo took a few steps back.

He looked at you clearly beating with his thoughts.

He had to come with a solution fast. He knew that you were stubborn in your decisions. That's why he abandoned you back then without listening to your arguments.

Yet, minutes passed and your anxiety grew.

-Alright -he stretched his hand towards you.

And you? You reciprocated the gesture.

In the end it wasn't so hard to convince him. He probably missed you, too. He probably couldn't find his place on earth without you either…

I'm not really proud of it but I just heard "People you know" from Selena and had to write it.

[noctether]

Do not believe in what a history fictionologist has to say.

private, mutuals only roleplay blog, penned by Guts [ 27, M. ] with sporadic activity. this blog is multimuse & multiship, from whatever fandom I am interested at the moment. whilst I write to have fun, most of my writing contains angst & depression, sometimes going a step too far into nihilism. topics not safe to work are present, and I prefer that minors stay away from here. this applies to personal blogs as well.

a plethora of muses are present, but mainly, my focus is on JING YUAN from Honkai: Star Rail.

the rest consists of Dan Feng [HSR], Blade [HSR], Gallagher [HSR], Geshu Lin [WuWa], Calcharo [WuWa], && Capitano [GI].

tags that should be working: [ prompts ]

As a person that talks too much in real life, I like to stay quiet to recover my energy whenever I can. This means I’m not your yapper. At maximum, I will offer links to fan arts from Twitter when I find them cool enough. Please don’t take it personal if I end up not replying to your IMs.

This blog contains NSFW and ERP. I will tag it, but don’t expect me to hide it that much. ERP is fun and I like writing it, albeit expect a degree of angst to seep in regardless of the character I am writing. Likewise, violence and some darker themes will be present, such as s.a. for characters like Blade and Jing Yuan.

I love two things: shipping and plotting. Especially when the plotting comes with shipping, and then we make them break up. Unhappy ending might be my favorite thing ever. However, this doesn’t mean I’m not up for other things. Cute and fluffy things are welcome!

I’m a multi shipper and rare pair enjoyer, so, whatever character you have, we can make it work. Do pay attention that I don’t ship with OCs, though. Nothing against them, I find them impressive! Just had one too many bad experiences.

The mun is 27 years old, has a life outside of roleplay, and will take his time. Sometimes I will write quickly, sometimes it will need a while; as usual, don’t take it personal. Also, don’t drag me into dramas.

Guts has absolutely NO icons. I don’t use them, ever. The format of my posts is in the bare minimum, too. If you like styling your posts, great! But don’t expect it from me.

I also roleplay in discord! If this is better for you, let me know and we can work things out there.

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