#[ mirage of light | ooc ]

[hymns-across-the-stars]

which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?

mirage ~ "you're the exception"

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

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gatomon ~ "here, have a sandwich"

you like to take care of people. probably because you don't take very good care of yourself, and you know how hard life can be when you don't have someone occasionally looking over your shoulder, offering you food when you forget to eat, telling you to rest when you've overlooked how tired you really are. you want to be that person for other people. you are that person for other people, and you're good at it too -- but remember to think of yourself as well when you're making someone else a sandwich. please, keep being you. the world would look a lot better if there were more people like you in it.

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[shackld]

something something chief dealing with such extreme mental and physical detachment that she'd rather go through all this pain to ground her in reality than feel like none of this is real something something

[noxoire]

one more muse to come that's been ping ponging in my head for a while, quelled fairy darling

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & THE FIRST TIME YOU NOTICE HOW FATHERLY THEY ARE

characters. zhongli diluc kaeya childe neuvillette alhaitham x gn!reader genre. domestic romantic fluff. an. the men as fathers. this will be so ooc... don't mind me. im beg | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

zhongli

the first time you notice zhongli's fatherly tendencies, it's when you glimpse at him when he's taking care of xiao. his hands are delicate, gentle – moving nimbly with the agility of guizhong, his speech kind with the gentleness of madame ping. you watch as xiao tries to resist the constant touch zhongli gives him, your husband unrelenting as he ruffles the young adeptus' hair in return.

diluc

the first time you notice diluc's fatherly tendencies, it's when you see him converse with diona. the poor child's father had gone off to the city with a bottle in hand, and she had come home almost too early to see him off. diluc awkwardly sits beside her, the young kätzlein ranting so hard – he had to pat her back to soothe her, lest the fiery ball of cryo user burst into flames.

kaeya

the first time you notice kaeya's fatherly tendencies, you had joined the little ragtag group that ventured into the veluriyam mirage, kaeya holding your hand in one and holding tightly to klee's hand in the other hand. you watch as he comforts her teary frame quietly and with the confidence of the favonius lion, turns around to confront the arguing brothers.

childe

the first time you notice childe's fatherly tendencies, you sit on the couch, cuddled up to him while he lazily plays with teucer. the little boy whines for his big brother to get off the couch before he calls tonia, stomping his feet in a silent but petty tantrum. childe scoops the boy onto his lap and pokes his sides, leaving teucer in a fit of giggles.

neuvillette

the first time you notice neuvillette's fatherly tendencies, you and neuvillette had been on an evening stroll near the opera epiclesis. the melusines that skip by everyone all seem to light up when neuvillette smiles at them, leaning down to listen to their rants and chatter about their day before skipping off. he slips his hand in yours, murmuring something about how nice it would be to have children one day.

alhaitham

the first time you notice alhaitham's fatherly tendencies, you and alhaitham were walking through treasures street – the walk paused, when alhaitham glanced at a boy, no larger than five, knelt to the ground in tears. alhaitham sits on the ground next to the crying boy quietly, not saying anything ... just waiting for the boy to calm down and speak. he gently lets you know that you're welcome to explore while he takes care of the boy.

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[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 61

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Narrations after the 7th panel. Also, I've updated Parts 56 and 60. The video is working on the former and I forgot to add the narrations on the latter prior to the video. Idk what I was thinking with this last update. Sorry for that and for this very brief update. Smutty things to come in the next chapters!

You were left to think of what Uraume told you, said in such an unsentimental manner that one would have thought that they were just talking about something trivial. But it got you thinking of so many things all at the same time, perplexed about the meaning behind those simple words, thrown out in the wind, free for interpretation.

However, you were no longer able to ask as the others returned, Choso immediately slinging an arm over your shoulder and asking after you. “You look flushed. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Y-yes, thank you.” Your eyes immediately flicked to Sukuna who was standing beside Uraume, and you felt your face heating up all the more when he smiled at you. “It’s just really hot.”

“You sure?" he asked, snickering. You knew what he was getting at, but you didn't say anything.

“Hi, princess,” Naoya greeted, blocking your view of Sukuna.

You thought he was nice although he could be rather full of himself. It wasn’t in an annoying way, just in a funny, disarming way. Noisy, too. “Hi.”

“Call me Naoya.”

You nodded but you did not say it, suddenly remembering your confliction about what Uraume told you. You did notice it, too, the way everyone called Sukuna by his last name. Everyone just referred to him as “Ryomen,” and you pondered on whether it meant anything that you’re the only one who called him by his birth name.

The thoughts plagued you even as you sat in the car, your eyes remaining trained on him in the tense silence that seemed to have followed your last words when he asked you if you were ready to go home. You still couldn’t shake the same feeling you had earlier when you were watching him play, your senses seemingly hyper-aware of every single detail of him. Your heart felt full as the afternoon sun shone through the windows, touching his being that you thought, if you blinked, he’d disappear like a mirage.

It was the case up to the moment he parked on the spot next to where your own car had been sitting in the garage since the accident. It was gathering dust, but you have grown accustomed to the passenger side of Sukuna's car, the apple-cinammon air freshener he used and the feeling of having someone to talk to and laugh with while going places.

You didn't like the idea of driving on your own anymore, always alone inside your car.

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[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid 4, housing arrangements suck

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Hello hello everyone who's been reading this series!! Part 4 is here! I hope you enjoy the series as much as I do!

Characters may be a bit ooc in this but this also includes some personal headcanons about Kalim and some stuff that'll be resolved in the next chapters

Some more spoilers from ch.4 so be aware

Again, can be read as x reader but I have been mentioning my prefect's name more in this chapter so be aware of that.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tw: injuries, absolutely abysmal and disgusting living situation, Crowley being a bad headmage

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Have I ever told you your hair looked pretty the way you wear it? The way you tie that beaten up black bandana around your dark hair that only barely differs in colour enough to differentiate? The blue in it makes it easier perhaps, but it's a recent change, from what I'd seen. Has the headmage decided to pay for a visit to the local hairdresser? I can't help but think you look nice, though your messy hair from before had its charm.

I digress. Your hair is not why I'm writing this, though I could go on about yours. I wanted to apologize to you. I want you to know that I regret nothing more than treating you the way I did. I took advantage of the way it seemed you could look only me in the eyes when speaking to someone. I betrayed Kalim. But that didn't hurt me as much as it did to betray you.

I found one of them, your letters. I wonder how many more there are. I wonder if any of them describe how much I'd hurt you. When I read it my heart ached and cracked and broke. It bled. I wish I'd known sooner. I wish I'd known about the incident with Azul. I wish I hadn't turned your dream, your desert mirage into a walking nightmare.

No, that wouldn't do. It didn't feel right. It felt.. Jamil didn't know what it felt like. He crumpled this paper too, throwing it way towards a trash can. He'd set up in his room, ducking away from prying eyes. But no matter how many papers he wrote, nothing felt right, felt good. It just wouldn't compare to the words she'd written about him. For once in his life he was at a loss. He had no plan, he didn't know what to do.

To make matters worse a knock sounded. Kalim. He was asking for tea once Jamil was free, but really, Jamil needed a break. He sighed a frustrated sigh and opened the door. He told Kalim he'd make him the tea, not noticing he'd kicked a ball of paper into the hallway. The most recent letter he'd thrown away. Kalim noticed it only after Jamil had left it. Picked it up and read it too. Kalim was a lot of things, though he acted carefree, dense and yes, kind of stupid, he was observant. He knew people. He knew Jamil. And he knew who this letter was addressed to. Even if it has been weeks since then, almost a month even. Sure, Jamil had thrown this letter out, but it was something Jamil had been doing for those weeks. Shutting himself in his room for at least an hour and especially at night the light from there would keep burning. And Kalim had had enough. He decided to help.

And that he did. He took the letter and headed straight for Ramshackle. It was pouring rain on campus. Ramshackle wasn't much better, seeing as it was an old building. Heck, he'd met the prefect a while back and they looked exhausted and slightly injured.

Kalim knew the dorm needed renovations but.. when he got there it was worse than he expected. Sure some areas were fixed up but the stairs had holes and the roof leaked, judging by the bowls and buckets all over the floor. The old couch was a bit uncomfortable but it was better than the creaky floor. It was cold too, so much so that the prefect wore a jacket. But with a broken window, courtesy of some Savanaclaw students who had been ostracized and punished well enough by Leona according to the prefect, everyone would be cold. The prefect wrapped a blanket around kalim, seemingly the only nice one. The one from their room which they'd struggled to move down the stairs that were obviously breaking more and more under anyone's step, no matter how light.

The prefect, or, as he knew her better, Inky, had gotten injured fighting Jamil. A bandage around their arm indicated that. Their shirt had a sleeve lifted to accommodate. One of the snakes in Jamil's hair had bitten her there, ripping out a bit of skin. But that was the only injury she'd really gotten. The other bandages and bandaids were from the poor condition of their living quarters. She twisted her ankle going up stairs as one of the boards gave way, the floorboards made her trip and bruise, the large shards of the broken window had cut her hands. And still Crowley was running this girl dry. He'd talk to Crowley afterwards. He finished drying his hair off with one of the few nice towels the prefect did have. he'd gotten it before the blanket.

No more time should be wasted. He spoke. "Jamil is upset. Stressed. He shuts himself in his room for an hour at least almost every day. His light burns into the night. I wanted to know what he's doing. I found this in the hallway and it's.. addressed to you as far as I know. I don't think he wanted you to see this. But if he keeps this up he'll never say what he wants." Kalim was worried. More than. The prefect skimmed the letter. She sighed, her lips pressing together. She should tell Kalim.. and she did. Because her letters couldn't stay hidden anymore. Jamil mentioned them in his writing.

"I write letters to Jamil about my encounters or thoughts of him. I didn't think he knew. But I must've dropped the one I was writing at the time in Scarabia.", she explained, her gaze pointed at the letter in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes now as she continued, her voice breaking as she spoke as steady as she could,

"I miss him. I thought he hated me. I'm.. I'm not good at reading people. I can't look people in the eyes but it was so easy with him. I'm scared to try again. But- But I want to. I've just been.. far too busy. The storm that's been plaguing the island has been causing trouble. The other students have been causing trouble. Everything is loud all the time and I can't take it..! I want to see Jamil. But I can't. I have too much to do. This dorm is falling apart. Someone needs to fix it and Crowley sure as hell isn't doing it. I can't leave here right now."

Kalim nodded his white haired head. He sighed. This was harder than he thought. So Jamil wants to apologize but cannot bring himself to do it in person in fear of Inky being.. scared of him. And Inky.. is way too busy to do much of anything and the storm outside is destroying the old dorm she lives in. No wonder she's hardly been seen, she's constantly repairing her home here. And she could barely keep up much of anything. Everything costs way too much for the little amount of money she gets.

That was an hour ago. Kalim was sitting in the common room, drying off and being oddly quiet. He was thinking. He should.. oh.. he doesn't know what he should do. He should tell Jamil though. Tell Jamil the prefect wants to see him again, but is struggling to make time for anything. When he passed Kalim, the latter called out to him.

"Jamil..! I visited Inky..! Apparently she's really busy.. and she looked hurt all over! I'm worried about her..!" He said in a slightly overdramatic tone. Jamil's face held a look of concern, genuine worry even for only a split second.

"What's happened to the prefect? Why were you visiting her in this storm anyway?", the long haired desert dweller asked.

"Well..! We haven't heard from her at all and I got worried..! You won't believe the condition she's living in, it's terrible Jamil..! She's freezing because of broken windows and the creaky floor is made of tripping hazards..! She almost fell so many times..! And the stairs too, they're so old they have holes and they almost break when anything with any weight lands on it..! The roof is leaking too! It's terrible Jamil!" Kalim had to take a short breather after that. There was no way he could keep talking out of breath. Even all that was enough to send dread to the pit of Jamil's stomach. Was it really that terrible in ramshackle?

"Their roof is leaking too! They can barely keep up with replacing the buckets and bowls and her ankle twisted funny the other day..! She looked so tired.. I want to cheer her up.. but I don't know what to do..! Even I can tell how unsafe it is in there..!"

Now that had Jamil actually shocked. The prefect had been living in that the whole time? How could anyone even- he couldn't believe it. His mouth spoke before his head could react. "Put her up in Scarabia. Get her to stay here-"

And that was what Kalim was hoping for. He may not be good in school or anything like that and rely on Jamil a lot. But. He could think for himself. He could make his own plan. And he did. And it worked.

"You know what Jamil? That's a great idea! I should have my parents donate some money to renovate Ramshackle.. can you tell the principal to tell the prefect?"

Who would've thought Kalim would manipulate someone, and so well too. Not that it was big. But it went very well. Jamil didn't protest. He left. He went to go see the headmage to tell him what happened. What would happen. And while he did that Kalim called his parents. He told them the same thing. Told them about the living condition of the prefect. Ramshackle would most definitely get renovated, even if it would take quite some time. Funds were no issue after all.

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[glevils-inbox]

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow

A siren sounds like the goddess who

Promises endless apologies of paradise

And only she can make it right

So things are different tonight

We'll go together in flight

It's now and never

A reverie endeavor

Awaits somnambulant directives

To take the helm

Believe me, darling

The stars were made for falling

Like melting obelisks

As tall as another realm

Un ensemble d'enfants

La galaxie s'étend

Jardin de l'imagination

Combler la lacune

Voler face à la lune

Vois comme nous évoluons

It feels like flying

But maybe we're dying

A cosmic confluence of

Pyramids hologrammed

She knows you heard her

Staging music murder

In line before the show began

To be where I am

Children born of one emotion

Our devotion's deepest ocean

No division reasoned we'll be free

To know

We are beyond a bow

And lo, the hues arrange to show

It's perfectly clear

You look quite divine tonight

Here among these vibrant lights

Pure delights surround us as we sail

Signed, yours truly, the whale

Joy mirage's kingdom come

No one left at stake

Now that existence is on the wake

Let's see what we can make

The part is wholly ending

A line in any final song

So long, so far

We will be atoning

At last eternal through the past

Above a blinding star

Bye, hi

Sigh, Hawaii

We never meant to part

Sublime, thy art

One light

Higher than the sun

Invisible to some

Until it's time

i just wanna say I love this song/ooc

[formleadsfunction]

f@tt Sangfielle ep. 36 re(?)listening post

(aka my own personal greatest hits)

everyone insisting Lyke's sick...

that's like the reverse of what usually happens with doctors

"No, you are sick. It is not a bad sick. [...] But it is *your* sick. And maybe that is okay? Hm?" ough...

she's talking about the beast... the call.

Oh, I am *delighted.* Austin, ever so fond of this fallout for Lyke, finding a way to have this "Do you want this to be gone? Do you want to be rid of this howling gnashing ravenous beast inside of you? The one that wants you dead and wants you utterly devoured and that saved your life, the one that could, perhaps, stand for your innermost personal desires? Do you want this to be gone? Do you really?" conversation in character.

"How often are you sure?" "I'm not sure." ‼️

"This is not a good dog." "Oh, well, have you taught it? Trained it?" GOOD! Love it !!!!!!!!

"I like animals fine." "But not this one." "No. This one's angry, and it's got big teeth." "..Yes..? ..And?" ‼️‼️‼️

"I think I can take care of the dog on my own. I've got a place. I keep my plant there." Lyke...

"Oh no no no, it's going to Work, it's just that there will be consequences, that's how we- you know Friends at the Table, sometimes you'd Prefer if it didn't work. :)"

"You see a pair of bodies, on the ground. Bloody, beaten. Dead." HEY??????

Aterika'kaal...... honey...............

OH MY GOD HAZARD'S BACKSTORY HELLO

"We're in 'it's about to get real' time" LFG

new jdq soundtrack....... stop.

we've got a "Sangfielle making Shoop cry for the first time" situation ‼️‼️‼️ something about that music underneath Austin's three-way narration

Aaaaa, that Mirage fallout! This rules so fucking much !!!!!!!

They're in the Course HELLO

"Change anything you want about your sheet - I'll do the same." I feel light-headed, I love everything about this, have people talked about how Sangfielle is a really fucking great season?

"What is a real person? Welcome to Friends at the Table!"

(ooc convo) Keith: "When I'm having a dream, the people in my dream are not real." Austin: "I'm not sure that's true." I fucking love it here, I'm sorry but it's just true: Nobody does it like them, other people's favs could NEVER.

Lyke, weakly: "Should I help? [ooc] I kick a wheelbarrow." That he'd immediately help, just because this is his friend Chine...

It's technically my bedtime, but I can't stop 20 minutes before the episode is over

Hazard: "Isn't the boat gone?" Lyke: "No! The boat--Is the boat gone?!?!" Austin: "Hm! [more frantic IC 'the boat is surely still there' from Lyke] Hm!! :)"

hey guys, the boat is gone

Lyke being Most Offended about missing the True False War finale 😭

This reminds me, I gotta watch that yt video at some point

INCREDIBLE episode and arc

beddy bye time now :<

[drypoffins]

intro post ✧

hi rotumblr!

my name is jc, i’m a 22 year old sinnoan-unovan guy born and raised in hearthome city! if you’re tuned into the super contest scene you may know me as one of the top coordinators in the master rank beauty category, but currently i’m taking a break from coordinating to travel around and try my hand at battling. i decided to make this blog to document my experiences :)

here’s me and my team!

- Lumi the Espeon ♂

- Aria the Lapras ♀

- Lady the Lilligant ♀✧

- Twitch the Joltik ♂

- Mirage the Flygon ♂

- Lemonade the Arcanine ♀✧

and finally, an FAQ for any former fans, followers, or concerned family members (hi mom) that have managed to find this blog:

- why did you stop competing?

several different reasons but a lot of it was burnout. i’ve been doing it since i was seven and i really needed a change of pace.

- will you ever compete again?

yes, i think so! currently i’m planning on just taking one season off but i don’t know what the future holds. i used to want to be a professional career coordinator but now i’m not sure.

- what are your coordinator credentials?

28 wins at normal rank (beauty)

22 wins at normal rank (cute)

12 wins at normal rank (smart)

24 wins at great rank (beauty)

15 wins at great rank (cute)

18 wins at ultra rank (beauty)

21 wins at master rank (beauty)

5 time semifinals winner at grand festival

2 time grand festival ribbon cup champion

- aren’t you that guy who fell down the stairs at the grand festival two years ago?

ok i want it to be known that i also WON THE SEMIFINALS THAT YEAR. no one remembers the solar beam hat trick that i pulled off in the final round, but everyone remembers the goddamn stairs. let that be a lesson to you, kids: fame is fleeting, but becoming a meme is forever.

- jc ✧

(ooc stuff under the cut!)

hi everyone! made this account for some light fun on the side and figured i should get some behind the scenes info out of the way:

- it’s mentioned in my bio but i follow and interact from my main blog @skyboxing!

- all posts not in character will be tagged with #ooc

- since my trainer character is primarily a coordinator, i’ll be talking about contests a lot, and i’ll be pulling my contest info and rules from both the games and the anime. definitely playing fast and loose with canon but it’s all just for fun so i’m not taking it too seriously :)

- please feel free to send me asks!! it can be about whatever you want: my character, my team, my character’s coordinator history, opinions on things in the pokémon world, etc. i have a ton of lore and info about my character thought out and i’ll very much appreciate the opportunity to share!

- let’s all have fun! i love this community’s vibes and i haven’t had a pokemon rp blog in an age, and i can’t wait to start posting :3

[greensunsct]

nobody cares u dont speak english. people can barely stand u and nobody has the courage to say it to your face. Sorry.

[  well, that’s bad. bad because i really respect your opinion, but i don’t care. that’s my blog and i speak the language i want. isn’t the first time i receive this kind of thing and if you’re the person i think you are… well… please, you can just fuck yourself. ♥  ]

[psyccheout]

     hey  ya’ll  im  literally  crying  over  that  phone  call  of  mirage  with  his  mom  i  can’t  believe  im  crying  over  a  30  year  old  man

[stimmed-up]

Miroctane Headcanon

Octane discovered his attractions to males via time spent on teams with Elliott.

Octavio struggles with his sexuality after being around the more confidently open Trickster

The two become unlikely friends, often spending time going over tactics for the next games with a bottle of alcohol.

This ends in them kissing one night, leaving Octavio extremely conflicted.

One day, on opposing teams, Octane isn’t able to finish off Mirage and ultimately loses the Games.

Octane takes his frustrations to Mirage’s living quarters in a fit of anger, leading Elliott to help Octavio make sense of his new found attraction to him.

[rei-venus]

i would take a bullet for you just to prove my love

prompt: “… only to find out you are the one holding the gun”; or, in which the different reasons your love was never meant to be + small scenario!

character(s) included: xiao, albedo, kaeya

warnings: angst; break up (xiao and albedo); major character death (kaeya); blood (kaeya); destruction of mondstadt (albedo and kaeya)

genre: angst, no comfort

notes: ehehe yum angst >:3 they might be a bit ooc sorry-

xiao:

it’s rex lapis.

it always was rex lapis.

all those eons of slaughter had been curbed by him after all, and he owes his whole life and body — if not more — to the god of contracts.

he would’ve wished to say that he had agreed to your relationship out of pity, but whenever he heard the voices of his karmic debt giggling and threatening him with the life of yours, he could feel himself gritting his teeth in anger, wishing nothing more but to pray that their words weren’t true.

but, as much as he loves you, xiao — no, alatus — has always only seen rex lapis.

in his eyes, rex lapis was his god, his light; as much as he loved you, you were simply not his priority in this life.

“xiao…”

“i’m sorry.”

he could feel his teeth grinding against each other, and the voices in his head cackling and screaming.

it simply wasn’t this life, he decided. it wasn’t this life where the two of you could be together, and it never would be. the heavenly principles that watched teyvat from above them all would never take pity on such a lowly yaksha. he could feel the red strings that wrapped around his body, holding his already fragile soul in their hands, inky blackness tainting it even further, even after all the bloodshed he had been involved in was over.

why, he would often find himself questioning. of all people, why did he have to fall in love with a mortal such as you?

“rex lapis may be gone, but liyue still needs me.”

“liyue has grown xiao. the people no longer require your protection, your contract with rex lapis has long been terminated-”

“you don’t understand!”

his sharp golden eyes bore holes into you, voice harsh and unforgiving. he could only watch in regret as tears streamed down your face, his poor heart almost cracking under all the pressure.

“guarding liyue is my job, and i am nothing but a tool for rex lapis. even if he is gone, my soul is still bound to this place, so don’t try to stop me.”

his voice faded away as his body dissolved into green particles, floating away in the wind.

his heart of stone, the one that had stood strong and carried him through the countless battles and bloodshed all these years, had finally shattered.

as he stood atop the mountains of liyue, watching the civilians down below, only did he remember why he had agreed to get involved with you.

he had fallen in love with you because you had been so human, so kind — so unlike him.

albedo:

the destruction of mondstadt looming over his head like how celestia watches over teyvat.

his laboratory in dragonspine was always cold, but he could feel the little warmth he had in his artificial body increase whenever you came to visit him.

alas, as he watched mondstadt become engulfed in flames in a mirage, the only thing he honed in on was the screams of your voice.

he can feel his artificial heart cracking whenever he revisits that image in his memories, your cries for help ringing in his ears whenever his eyes land on you.

so, to save you, the light of his life, the sole fire that burns in his heart, the kreideprinz decided that he must part ways with you, and live the rest of his days in solitude.

“i’m sorry, my love.”

his poker face had cracks, he knew. as he watched those streams of tears drip down your face, his chest hurt. what was this feeling in his chest, as if something was gnawing on his beating organ, a bundle of ropes tightening consistently on his chest, restricting his breathing? what was this? was this the heartbreak human beings spoke of?

for the first time, the perfect experiment was broken, as hurt and spoiled as a human being. he had been so used to being placed on a pedestal, high above the rest, like some divine creation that deserved to be standing up in the heavens, watching the measly human beings below.

the star on his neck, the only sign of inconsistency in his consistent homunculus life. the one that was loved by you, with your fingers gently tracing over its sides every night as the two of you laid in your shared bed.

why, why did the heavenly principles deem them unworthy of being together, forcing them to part? why could they not stay as they had before, enjoying the sun together at windrise and basking in each other’s presence?

“my dear, it’s best if you leave.”

“albedo…”

the kreindeprinz could feel his lips trembling from the heartache, body racked with sobs as he watched your figure disappear down the mountain. why, why did he have to leave you so?

if one were to ask the chief alchemist who resided on the dangerous terrains of dragonspine what his greatest regret was, he would’ve answered:

“falling in love with someone i was not supposed to.”

kaeya:

the last hope of khaenri’ah, the weight of his country falls on his shoulders.

he had once revealed to you the secrets under his eyepatch, his heart so warm and full of love as you simply stroked his blue hair as you smiled, bringing his forehead to your lips for a kiss.

every little heartfelt moment he spent with you, every time you interlocked your pinkies as you walked the streets of mondstadt, every time you shared a kiss under the moonlight, giggling together; all the moments spent with you were tucked deep in kaeya’s mind, memories he would never forget.

but now, as the flames engulf the city of mondstadt, smoke billowing and encasing the nation with a blanket of ashy black, the star shaped pupils stare at you in horror.

the crimson liquid soaking your clothes, and the ever slowing pants that you let out as you leans against the wall of a building is the only thing he sees in this country that was burning to the ground.

it was as if celestia was telling him “it’s your fault. it’s always your fault.”

“no…”

the world around his was quiet, and his vision focused on your fallen figure. all he could see was you, you, you. the fall of mondstadt meant nothing to him if it meant not having you by his side.

falling to his knees, he reached a shaking hand to brush your cheek. his nimble fingers smeared the hot, sticky liquid that trickled down your forehead, as if trying to wipe away the sins he had committed.

“h-hey… hey look at me…”

your soulless eyes simply stared back at him in wonder, and his eyes trail the tear tracks that streak down your cheeks. why was it that with every action he took, he would loose something in return? was this the order of the heavenly principles above, in order to establish balance in this cruel, wretched world?

as the stars above him burned and fell, nothing could compare to the explosion of emotion in his heart, threatening to overwhelm him and bring him down to the depths of the abyss. anywhere was better; away from mondstadt, away from the chaos, to you, your arms, your smile and your laughter. where was his happiness now that he had fulfilled his purpose?

he gritted his teeth, and could feel the faint trickle of blood seeping through his own clothes. his heart squeezed painfully, and his chest constricted, as if the thickest ropes were being bound around him. a victim to his own actions; what a joke. was this the predetermined outcomes of the gods of celestia?

as the smoke of the city of freedom rose up to the heavens, today was the day marked as the victory of khaenri’ah over mondstadt, but also the day where the sole survivor of both lands had lost the only thing that had mattered to him.

teyvat would soon fall into utter chaos, and the mastermind would watch with listless eyes as the world around him burned.

[fxshigurosbae]

THE NEEDY MAN !

all that he needed and wished appears in front of his eyes.

!! +18 — fingering, sound restraint, jealous sex, unprotected, dub-con, uniform, clothed sex, hospital, slight ooc and au, detailed smut, strong language.

eren yeager x mikasa ackerman

It seemed like a very normal and uneventful day for Eren, all he wanted was to sleep but his mind was always full of thoughts and some of them weren’t helping him any better.

Gladly he had a room all to himself, it was small, but in a military hospital it could be considered a luxury, he had just finished showering, he silently and carefully returned to his room, having his head down to the ground, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his shoulders, a thin white fabric tunic that barely covered his arms and light trousers. Walking past the door and turning around to lock it, it burdened him to not be able to walk properly, it sucked but it was necessary. In the blink of an eye, turning his head around to stare at the small wood table in the corner of his dark stone room, he thought it was a hallucination, more like a mirage or even a dream, staring right back at him.

“What are you doing here?” It was the first thing that came out of his lips.

“Eren.”

“Mikasa, what are you doing here?” He repeated, seeing her lips parted, wearing a Marleyan uniform, her hair was short and so black it sparkled under the moonlight. He took slow steps towards her as she had an I can explain expression yet she didn’t say a word.

“I missed you.” She whispered, it was all it took for him to grab her by the nape and attach their lips together, bringing her body close, the arm holding onto the crutch shaking, trying to support himself on the ground. Mikasa leaned back, leading her to bump against the table behind her, he felt her breath on his skin as it hitched, she was out of breath yet he still kept kissing her, inserting his tongue on her mouth as Mikasa begged him to pull away on her mind, even though she didn’t actually want that.

“Eren.” She finally spoke, he finally pulled away staring at her blushed cheeks, both breathing heavily, his unoccupied hand on her waist.

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

“I’m sorry.” Her soft voice echoed inside his head, how he missed it. Eren’s forehead laid against her shoulder, burying his nose on her neck, smelling such sweet scent, a woman’s scent, his woman’s.

“You sneak inside this hospital, comes into my room after I had just showered saying you missed me, you got guts, don’t you?” Before she could say anything, he had somehow turned her around and pinned Mikasa against the table, holding onto her neck, touching her back, the crutch falling onto the ground as he supported himself against the surface, taking her unbuttoned coat off.

“Eren, I’ve come to talk—

“Did you sleep with other men while I was away?”

“Eren—

“Did you Mikasa? I wonder, did you really fucking miss me?” His head was burning, he knew he was spilling bullshit but it was just his way of expressing his feelings, sliding her pants down to the floor, she wouldn’t resist.

“No, I—

“Did you sleep with Jean, Mikasa? I bet he was glad I vanished, didn’t he?” Her heart was beating so fast, she didn’t expect him to act this way.

“Why are you saying such t-things?” Her voice was still low, inside her head she longed for his touch for so long.

“Because I’m jealous, I want to know what you’ve doing without me,” his fingers so sneakingly slid into her garments, touching so suddenly her sensitive spot, making the woman let out a whiny short noise, shutting herself down. “Such a lewd voice, wonder if anyone’s heard it besides me.”

“Eren, you’re being mean.”

“Keep your voice down, I don’t want anyone else hearing you, plus if you get caught, we’ll be done for.” His fingers entered her with such sensuality, her eyes closed and flickered, her entire body missed such entirety. Humming and low moaning escaped her soft lips, she was too shy to keep asking or even say anything, it felt too good to interrupt it, after all, she missed him. His hot breath on her neck, pulling his digits out in a matter of seconds after noticing how wet she was.

“Eren.” She muttered under her breath, her legs trembling and eyes barely open, feeling him spread her legs a little and a pressure against her entrance, it was when her entire body moved forward as he so unexpectedly thrusted his cock inside her, leaving a whiny moan that was suppressed by one of her hands.

“So tight.” He whispered, finding out by her reactions it’s been quite some time since she’s done this, groaning and having his head once again lay on her neck as he pounded so lovely yet mercilessly, kissing the skin as Mikasa’s eyebrows furrowed and legs shook. “You have no idea how much I missed you, darling.” A tear slid on her cheek, not expecting to hear those words any soon. His cock fulfilled her insides completely, fitting almost perfectly, her back arched in an ample angle, making it easier for Eren to roam and also being close to breaking her spine.

“Your smell, I missed it so much.” His voice became slightly whiny, containing his groans, twitching his cock while moving back and forth as Mikasa’s walls took him whole, eating him, gulping him, embracing him entirely.

“Eren.” She moaned lowly, being on the tip of her toes, her hands turned into fists as Mikasa was so close to orgasming, having his skin slap onto hers so repeatedly.

“Feels so good.” He praised, breathing heavier and heavier as they both mutually tried their best to mute sounds that wished to come out as they both reached their highs together, Mikasa clenched her walls as Eren shot his load inside, it was as if it never ended.

“I needed you so much.”

[hymns-across-the-stars]

Tagdump

// gets added to sometimes

[lostysworld]

Worth it – Kaz Brekker x reader

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warnings: OOC Kaz?, mentions of wounds, mentions of touch avertion

Summary: Getting caught in Pekka's office, Kaz meets his savior, who isn't going to let him be so easily.

A/N: I just need some fluff for my aching soul

Kaz is standing on his knees, not for the first time in his life, but the last one was a long time ago to remember. Nausea and panic are slowly crawling up to his throat as two arms are keeping him in place, pressing down to hard wooden floor.

His fortune betrays him this time and, as much as Brekker doesn't want to be here, these walls are closing around his neck with every passing second, getting the air out his lungs.

The atmosphere doesn't differ from his Crow Club, smoked air and scent of alcohol everywhere around. And danger. This tickling feeling of danger around.

Kaz tries to shake off the hands of Pekka's men on either side of his tense figure, but seeing Rollins coming in the room makes him freeze on the spot.

The young man doesn't know what it is. If it's a wave of cold rage towards the person in front of him or a kind of fear, that he will hardly admit to himself.

Pekka's voice is flowing like posion down his veins and when Kaz raises his eyes on him, he doesn't see anything, it's like a veil suddenly appeares before his eyesight. It only seems to him, that he notices a shadow behind Rollins' back, but turns out it is only a mirage.

Kaz's eyes are open widely, while Pekka thinks of his next actions to punish the boy, who sneaks inside of his office. It's the first time, when Brekker got caught. If it was the second one, he would be dead.

The sudden strange spark lights up in his eyes.

– Tell me, - Rollins arches his brow on this bold tone of the younger man. – Have we ever made a deal before?

– You and me? Nah.

Kaz's body tenses and Pekka's guard keeps him in place harder. The man comes closer to his prisoner.

– Otherwise you'd know better or you'd be dead.

He cocks his head ready to say something, when Kaz sees a shadow in the corner splits off from a wall, and the next second he hears a low voice.

A low woman's voice.

– What if you let him go?

Pekka switches his glance across his shoulder looking in that direction with a strange mix of confusion and anger.

– Why would I?

His pitch doesn't hold anything good to one, who dares to say these words questioning his right to make decisions, but when a woman comes out of the shadow revealing herself, Kaz flips out at once.

She is young, way too young for a place like this. She is probably around his own age. Besides, he's never seen a woman in Pekka's group before.

The girl shrugs her shoulders carelessly.

– He is obviously young and naive, - her attentive gaze slips to Brekker. – Little birdy gets lost...

– Boss-

The man behind Kaz moves a bit to voice his protests, but is cut off by Rollins, who waves him off. The old man turns his cold gaze on Brekker one more time.

– I'll let that one go, but from now on...you being warned, boy.

Pekka turns away casting one last glance on a woman next to him and walks away. As soon as he is out, she comes closer to Kaz, but still on a safe distance.

– Let him go, Martin.

Her tone is firm and leaves no room for objections. Nevertheless, one of the men hesitates.

– Pekka-

– Do you want to discuss Pekka's decisions with me? I said let him go.

Her face twitches in annoyance and starting anger, so the man only nods and frees Kaz from his grip.

When they are finally alone in the room, Kaz stands up, and the girl nods him to the exit.

– Follow me.

– I can get out by myself.

– If you could, you wouldn't get caught, Brekker.

Kaz stops and the girl does the same, turning around to him.

– You know who I am, - somehow it sounds like a question and a statement at the same time.

– The most of people in Ketterdam do. Unlike Pekka, but it's for your own good.

She continues her way to the back door without looking back this time, and soon they are on a cold dirty street with a strong wind gust crawling under Brekker's vest. His own coat is irretrievably lost somewhere inside this den for now.

The sharp gaze of the woman in front of him makes him wince, but he only watches her leaning on the doorway, looking absentmindedly through him.

Brekker wants to leave this place as soon as possible, but at the last minute turns around, facing his savior again.

– Why have you done this? - y/h/c girl only leans her head to the side.

– Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them.

Kaz allows himself a half-smirk.

– You are not a lady, - she gives up a light knowing laughter. – I haven't seen you in Pekka's before.

– And you won't see, if show up again here. Savvy?

– Pretty well.

– Nice.

She looks back, making sure nobody is looking, and waves Brekker to leave.

– I may save your neck once, but I can't promise you the same once more. So go now.

She turns across her shoulder, hearing muffled steps somewhere in the distance, and when turns back again she doesn't see the man.

There is only the coldness and darkness of the street instead of his slim tall figure. She wants to stay here for a while, in calm and peace of cold stone, but after a distant sound of thunder she makes her way back inside the club.

Once she will find a way towards her breath of fresh air, not the smell of spilled yesterday's beer in Pekka Rollins' bar.

The Crow Club is always the most crowded spot around, even louder than Pekka's place. The girl steps inside trying not to wince from loud voices here and there.

She holds a package wrapped in brown paper, that her arms carefully press to her figure. Ignoring shouting behind her back she turns her steps towards the dark corner of the hall.

It is almost the middle of the night and the half of the town is here. Also she needs to see only one man and, as she hopes, she will meet him soon enough.

But Kaz Brekker makes her wait about half an hour, and the young woman now seems to be completely deaf. But the noise becomes quieter when a slim figure shows up on the other side of the club. The girl smirks.

– You make the lady wait for too long, - he cocks his head and this movement reminds her a crow.

– What are you doing here? Did Pekka kick you out?

– I'm free to go whenever I want, - the man casts a suspicious glance towards the roll in your arms.

– No one, who is working with Pekka, is free to go.

– I can surprise you, Mister Brekker.

He can't indicate the color of her eyes in the light of the place, and even watching more careful doesn't help him.

– What were you waiting for?

– You.

She raises her chin up to look the boy right in the eyes. She is a bit shorter than him, and sitting on the chair makes her search for eye contact.

– I brought your coat, - she hands him his things. – There was a hole from a bullet, but I think you know it.

Brekker winces as if feels a wound on his forearm from the last heist.

– Was?

– Sewed it.

Kaz's eyes are glowing. The woman's responses are fast and clear, she must be easy to work with, easy to take and give commands. Pekka Rollins is way much luckier to have her in his team.

He takes the package not rushing to unpack it, not taking his eyes off the girl in front of him. Her face is blank, but he can see it from her eyes, that she laughs at him.

– What? - her lips twitch in brief grin.

– One of your people came for you the minute I I stepped here. Yet you went downstairs after thirty minutes more, - she leans on the wall behind her. – Why? I swear you were dying of curiosity.

– I was taught not to rush. Never.

The woman's glance slips from his face to his arms in a black shirt and a vest of the same color. Bags under his eyes are more visible than the last time she saw Kaz. Then his hands.

His fingers are wrapped in black leather gloves and it somehow sends shiver down her spine. Normal people don't wear gloves indoors.

The wrinkle between her brows deepens and the girl raises her eyes to meet Brekker's confused one.

– Don't push this any more, Kaz. Don't play with Pekka.

She stands up rapidly and heads to the back door, not letting Kaz ask anything. When her back is the only thing he can see, the man throws his coat on the same chair, and follows her.

– You don't understand-, - why he's talking about this with a girl whose name he doesn't even know. Kaz Brekker is not a man, who discusses his decisions with anyone.

– But I do understand, that he will kill you the next time he sees you.

They are both outside now and cool wind ruffles the woman's hair, throwing loose strands to her face.

– Why do you care about things, that are not your business? You have your own place there.

– I don't work for Rollins, Kaz, - he flinches from the addressing, but it doesn't sound bad actually. – He doesn't own me. And I am here tonight not because I ran away, but because I wanted to warn you.

– My question is still the same.

He is peering at her, not letting her change the subject. For quite a time in his life Kaz doesn't feel alright standing with unknown person on the street in the middle of the night. Never before this day.

– I don't know, - she throws her arms to the sides. – I'm just doing what I think is right.

She exhales heavily, and the man holds himself back not to do the same. Now he can say, that this woman is more than he thought from the very beginning.

– It's late, I need to go, - he flinches from her quiet voice, that brings him back down to earth. – Goodnight, Mister Rietveld.

She turns with her back to him, when Kaz grabs her shoulder to turn around and presses hard to the nearest wall.

– My name is Kaz Brekker, - just in one second anger covers him completely. There's not a drop of previous thoughts in his head now. – So I would ask you.

– I prefer real names, Mister Brekker.

Her voice is full of poison, but it is not lethal for him. It sounds more like a mockery, but it only drives his mad more.

–Then it's not fair, because I don't know yours.

His grip doesn't become looser, if not otherwise, but it doesn't scare the girl off.

– Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.

– Haven't heard of it.

– And will not, if you press any harder, - his elbow is on her neck, pinching her head to the wall. The vision becomes hazy, once she feels lack of air.

Kaz takes a step back almost inadvertently. The girl's voice makes him move.

– Is that your gratitude for your saving?

– I don't need saving.

– Oh, next time when Pekka is about to have your head, I will remind you about it, Brekker.

– You know my name? How?

The young man is starring at you intensely and only now the girl can see his true nature. Yes, he may be a leader of the Dregs, but now she sees a lost boy searching for answers. A sympathetic smirk flashes through her features

– I have been living in Ketterdam enough to know its inhabitants, Kaz. And I remember you from a very young age.

– It's impossible. So many years passed, I should have noticed you, - she shrugs her shoulder and presses lips together.

– Well, seems I have better sneaking skills...

His emotions are hard to interpret, but the expression is grim and foul like he is told something disappointing.

– Smile, Brekker, - one of the corners of her lips goes up, a calm reassuring expression is on her face. Kaz allows himself to relax. – And don't think, that you've got rid of me.

With that she pushes herself off the wall, brushing his shoulder with her, feeling his hot skin through the shirt fabric.

– What are you going to do? - the man tenses as the girl starts walking away.

She turns around on his words, putting hands in her pockets and shrugging shoulders in a careless gesture. She reminds him of a street kid on a second, and he holds back a grin.

– Don't know. Freaking you out?

Kaz chuckles shaking his head.

– You seemed a serious person to me, back in Pekka's office, Y/N.

– Well, - Brekker blinks a couple of times, she's just flinched from the way he pronounces her name, or he's mistaken? – I can freak you out very seriously, Kaz Brekker.

The young woman winks at him, turning away, leaving the leader of the Crows standing in the upcoming deep night.

Ketterdam streets have never been so crowded like tonight, and Kaz can easily get lost amongst the variety of merchants, street kids and hookers. Not being noticed in this hour with goals like his would be pretty useful.

And just when he turns around the corner, someone blatantly bumps into him, almost knocking the man down. Someone shorter and nosier than him. But here he would argue. Brekker doesn't even heard this person coming closer.

The same girl he saw at Pekka's appears in front of him in a dark pathway, that leads the Bastard of the Barrel to his final destination point.

– Don't go there.

The man winces and goes around her. But the young woman doesn't intend to let him go. Like a puppy she follows him further to the outskirts of the city.

– Stay out of my way, Y/N.

– Your way is going to lead you straight to your death, Brekker.

He turns around, arching a brow on her words. He has a meeting with a merchant, who owns him some money. Usually, Kaz doesn't meet outside of the Crow Club and his office, but now something pulls him away from his place.

The girl holds her ground, following the man step by step.

– Why should I believe you? - his voice is firm, and it makes her roll her eyes.

– If I were you, I would try to avoid death...Normal people do that, you know?

Kaz can't hold back a grin and turns to another narrow street, that is lit up only with two lanterns.

The young woman behind him stops.

– Kaz...

He turns around, breathing out soundly. In three wide steps he shortens the distance between them and leans a bit, so their faces are on one level.

– What about you letting me do my own business? - Y/N rises chin up in offended gesture. Brekker is talking with her like with a child.

– This is the Dime Lions' territory. One step and you'll be dead, Kaz.

– Pekka may be smart, but his men are as stupid as an owl. So they will notice me only when I'm done.

That girl's expression of helpless annoyance and quiet pleading leads Kaz to a dead end and confuses him completely.

– Don't go, Brekker.

It slowly starts freaking him out indeed. Why can't he make his deal without anyone caught up with him.

He loses his temper walking away, leaving the girl standing alone in the middle of the deserted street.The stray thought, that this place can be dangerous for her too, flashes through his mind. But Kaz only waves it off, turning his steps to the meeting point.

– Kaz, Kaz! Don't close your eyes.

Brekker tries to move his arms and his hand touches something wet and warm. One side of his shirt is soaked in his own blood.

Y/N voice rings in his head like a million of silver bells and it makes him wince both in pain and out of anger.

Can a man die in peace, or this stubborn woman will find him in Hell itself?

– Here, give me the cloth.

While Inej is stitching Kaz's knife wounds, the girl touches his burning forehead with a wet cold cloth to easy fever.

He gives up muffled groans from time to time, but is still unconscious. She throws a quick glance at Inej and Jesper who she met only several hours ago.

When Brekker moans again, she can't hold herself and puts her hand on his bare shoulder. Thoughts about latest minutes on that street are running across her mind.

– Hey, Brekker, - Y/N slaps his cheeks carefully to bring back from unconsciousness. – Come on! I'm not done abusing you.

She scans his body noticing a knife wound, and moreover, two of them and pretty deep ones.

– Damn!

As luck would have it, there is no one at the street at the moment, when they are most needed. The girl takes her jacket off, pressing the wounds and looking around.

She can't leave Kaz here to die alone, while she is searching for help. But honestly she has no other option.

Turning her glance at Kaz, she winces as also sees bloody bruises blooming all over his face.

Not holding back she touches the side of his face, trying not to hurt the boy more, than Pekka's men did.

– What have they done to you? - the thumb brushes small circles on Kaz's face, gently caressing purple spot. – What all your stubbornness have?

After some hard time of stitching Inej and Jesper leave her, the last one friendly squeezes her shoulder. The next night and early morning hours the girl spends watching Kaz and his never ending fever.

Inej is on standby for the whole next day, when Y/N needs to return home. She brings back some new medicine, but Brekker's state is not even better after it. He is not stable at all.

Her back aches from long sitting on this chair and when it becomes darker, and the long awaited sleep strikes her down, the girl takes her place on the floor, at the bed, laying her head next to Kaz's thigh.

Brekker wakes up from dull burning pain in his abdomen and slight pressure to his upper leg. He can barely rise his head, all his limbs ache like if he's already died several times.

But when he looks down at his legs, he firstly notices his ungloved hands, and only then Y/H/C head literally leaning on his hip.

Y/N is in a deep sleep and as much as he doesn't want to disturb her, he wants to move a bit so much time of laying still.

Trying to shift one of his legs, unoccupied one, the man can't not give up a groan, as his every movement reflects with sharp pain in his middle.

This is exactly the sound that wakes the girl up. Blinking blindly she finally opens her eyes noticing conscious Kaz in dim light of lit up candles.

– Kaz! - she jumps off the floor sitting on the edge of his bed, but the boy almost flinches away from her. – Hey, it's okay. It's me, Brekker.

He squeezes his eyes shut from the wave of headache going along with throbbing pain from wounds. Y/N extends her arm towards him trying to help him sit and fix pillows, but then she remembers about his gloves.

He doesn't touch things directly with his skin when wears them. The girl raises her glance at Kaz where she reads the pure mix of emotions from pain to fear and panic. Brekker keeps swallowing like he suddenly feels nauseous.

– It's okay, Kaz, - she leans a bit closer, and the man follows her gestures with his glance. – I'm just fixing the pillow, alright?

He nods reluctantly, but doesn't move away again.

He is just waiting when his panic passes, and Y/N takes another place, but then he feels a warm hand on his shoulder. He opens his eyes and sees the young woman looking at him patiently.

She doesn't take the hand away untill his breathing becomes even and he gets used to her touch.

– I will help you to sit, Kaz-

– I am not disabled, - he cuts her off with usual sharp tone, but she doesn't even pay attention.

– You were stabbed with a knife...twice. And your face is covered with heavy bruises. I'm just helping, Brekker.

– I didn't ask-

She covers his palm with her, and it all is so unexpectedly, that Kaz doesn't have a chance to get frightened. He just opens his mouth in awe, but doesn't say a word.

– If you say this again, Kaz, I'll be doing the same until you fall unconscious, savvy?

Her face is lit up with a broad smirk, and Brekker unwillingly mirrors it.

– Pretty clear, ma'am.

But when she stands up to call someone to change his bandage, Y/N feels his fingers wrap around her upper arm, the spot where it is covered with her sleeve, and pulls back on the bed.

– Kaz, you need to-

– Thank you, - her eyes go wider, but she leans in the gesture. She can lie to him or someone else, but for these short days the girl got attached to him. The Bastard of the Barrel. – You saved my life, Y/N...twice.

Slowly his hand slips down to her bare skin, and the boy freezes, not taking his eyes off her own, as if being afraid to look down at their connected hands.

Y/N though lowers her gaze, switching it back to Kaz. She would never believed it, if didn't see with her own eyes.

Then Kaz pulls her down again.

– The bandages are still alright..., - Brekker swallows and falls silent, and it makes Y/N come up with something.

– Are you asking me to stay, Kaz?

– You don't have to-

The pause lasts longer, than needed, and she smiles and nods.

– I am staying till the morning, okay? If you are feeling well.

Brekker nods and that familiar barely noticeable smirk appears on his lips again. The girl helps him lay down again, and Kaz doesn't even flinch from her touch, but freezes up on a couple of minutes.

And when Y/N stands up back to her chair, the man stops her again.

– Can I ask you?

– About what? - he halts as if searching for right words. – I won't bite you, Kaz.

Her gentle smile breaks the tension around two of them and Brekker breathes out.

– Could you...

The boy touches her wrist again, pulling her arm to his side, and when she realizes that he wants her to touch his face, her breathing stuck in her throat.

– Kaz, I don't think, it's a good idea, - with his visible problems with touching, she would not risk his mental health now.

– Was it, when I was laying on concrete bleeding to death?

There is no reprimand in his tone, and the girl relaxes.

– I didn't know you were awake. I actually thought about carrying you to the Slat on my own.

Y/N reaches his cheek, making Kaz exhale nervously, but he doesn't lean back. Slowly she starts brushing tiny circles across his injured skin, trying not to disturb some stitches.

– How did you get me here? - Kaz still doesn't open his eyes, either trying to control his fears or enjoying the moment.

– I have some people of Pekka, who are still loyal to me. Anyway I risked a lot.

– For a man who you don't know at all.

The young woman shrugs her shoulders and grins.

– Well, it was worth it, - she takes a silent minute enjoying the view in front of her. Brekker relaxes as much as he can, and now leans his head on a headboard. Her hand is still on the side of his face.

Her arm goes up, and fingers get caught in the man's dark tangled hair, slightly massaging his head. No reaction.

– You should have a rest, Brekker, - the woman takes the hand off.

– You too.

– I'll take the chair then.

She intends to stand up, when her wrist is captured again. Is it a tradition settling right now?

– My bed is wide enough for two of us, Y/N, - she only shakes her head in refusing.

– I may accidentally hurt you while sleeping. It won't work-

– Is it too early to ask you to trust me?

The girl stops her glance on Kaz and chuckles slightly. Then she nods to him, sitting further on the bed, noticing the same grin on his face, but a tired one.

– Then move over, Brekker. It's gonna be a long night.