#ALSO SARA! I REALLY LOVE SARA SHES SO COOL

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hihi i hope it's okay for me to slide into your asks hahah but i just wanted to say you have such like?? fun vibes??? i love how hype and energetic your posts are like i haven't met anyone on this site with the same energy before and i just thought it was v cool and i know we only became mutuals like a couple days ago but i am v glad we are bc you seem so nice <3333

ok i'm done rambling now sorry for this spontaneous word dump in your asks sjandljansanf i hope ur having a great day bestie

ABSOLUTELY DO NOT BE SORRY FOR SLIDING INTO MY ASKS I LOVE ASKS AND INTERACTIONS AND ESPECIALLY WORD DUMP BC I DO THAT SO MUCH MYSELF OMG THANK YOU FOR INTERACTING WITH ME-

no but this ask really had me full on making an uwu face tysm this is so sweet asdf;oisdjf i feel like my being very energetic and hype has an on-switch and when it turns on, i come to tumblr ehe. but gremlin hours lately have been on 25/8 and it has yet to shut off :D but thank u sm for sending me an ask this was so super sweet of u and im very :DDDD I'M SUPER GLAD TO BE UR NEW MOOT <3<3<3<3<3<3 U SEEM SUPER COOL URSELF HELLO I WAS SCROLLIN THRU UR AO3 WHEN I OPENED MY INBOX LOL I'M CURRENTLY READING THE ONE FROM UR PINNED

[kurozu501]

other fun stuff i got lately include baotorda from the ssr ticket they gave us with the summer points, tabina was a spook from the current free rolls, and i was finally able to get light sara with the draw set ticket. 

[technaart]

Hello~ Could I request cuddling headcanons for Kazuha, please? And if requesting for more than one character is allowed, maybe Yoimiya, Shenhe, and Sara as well?

Cuddling with them♡

Characters: Kazuha (Best boy), Yoimiya, Shenhe, Sara GN reader Genre: Fluff/Comfort A/N: none

The wind blows around the two of you like a cool blanket on a warm spring day. It was late in the evening when you two decided it was time to rest after exploring Liyue for so long. It really was such a beautiful place to wonder.

You lay in a field of green grass, bag under your head as a pillow for the night. You watch as the sky fills with a multitude of colors while the sun goes down, sparkles of stars starting to shine through as the night begins to arise, and you wouldn't dream to be anywhere but here in this moment.

Kazuha hums happily, content with his head resting on your chest and hearing the sound of your heartbeat in his ear. A soothing lullaby that had him slowly drifting to sleep. it was comforting, his arms wrapped around you, your hand combing through his hair taking out small tangles that formed from the days traveling.

This, he thinks, is what I look forward to the most.

These are her favorite moments. The fireworks lit up the night sky in bright, colorful sparks. You sit with her, arms around her waist with your head resting on top of her shoulder. Your eyes were not on the fireworks but on her own beautiful expression of awe as she watched her work being used in the way it should be.

She held your hands to her stomach, not daring to let go. The final firework goes up, her own special message she has made for you. Yoimiya glances back at you, forcing herself to see your reaction but your eyes were already on her, full of adoration for her that made her cheeks go red.

Yoimiya nuzzled her head into yours. No words were needed at this perfect moment. The fireworks spoke for you both.

She is not a cuddler. Physical touch just wasn't her love language, yet, she also craved it like no other when she got a taste of it with you. All Shenhe had to do was open her arms wide and that was all the invite you needed to run into her arms.

They wrapped around you like a cool blanket, it was comforting and you couldn't imagine doing this with anyone at a higher temperature. Shenhe holds you close. Close to her heart where she held all her l love for you but couldn't get into words, only through her actions.

Head resting on top of your arm, she closes her eyes as the usual wave of contentment washes over her when she is with you.

This was the only time she could relax. There is no one to prove herself to, no work to be done. Just to lay here with you in your arms. She loved hearing your heartbeat, the rhythm such a calming sound compared to her hectic and busy days.

Your arms felt safe to her, a hand playing with her hair as you soothe her to sleep. Sara closes her eyes with all her emotions pouring out of her in waves, letting you know just how much she loved these moments with you.

Her home.

[hiraya-rawr]

Hellaur, I recently just found your blog and it's so good. Like honestly I'm going through you masterlists over and over hehe. Anyways, will there be a part 2 to the teapot hcs? It's just so cool 😭💙. Well, in any case, please take this as my shameless ask for a part 2 😭🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Serenitea Pot Club (Electro, Cryo)

synopsis: AU where vision holders can enter shared teapots of their respective element.

note: yes!! i brainrot about this a lot in my mind 😭 im just a big fan of found family and people from different nations meeting each other- HEIFHJEJXS may or may not make drabble fics out of these

Geo, Pyro, Hydro version here

Electro Teapot (Ei, Yae, Sara, Beidou, Keqing, Fischl, Lisa, Razor)

Honestly such a calm and poised group.

The first few meetings in the teapot were enjoyed with afternoon tea or coffee, a good stack of light novels or academia books.

It's like a women's book club

Somehow, Razor stumbled into the little teapot late (he didn't really know how to get in the thing and frankly, it scared him)

He was only able to figure it out when Lisa wondered why he never visited.

Honestly, mentor Lisa is such a mom; she already scouted the teapot for areas Razor would like to nap in, and even brought basic education books he could read to practice on his words

I headcanon that everyone just loves Razor

He's like this little wolf pup that appears in their book club, gets crowded on and they coo at him

Razor may or may not be scared of Yae though. He thinks she smells weird, like a fox but also a youkai, and that scares him

It's mostly curiosity though! So when he discovers that Yae isn't a threat, he warms up to her quite fast

Yae is much like Lisa, teaching him how to read by bringing books from her own publishing house.

In an amusing twist, Razor reminds Miko of Ei a lot. They're both kind of ditzy and clueless to human culture, it's just adorable!

Fischl treats Razor the same, since they're already good friends! They tell Bennett all about their teapot experiences (to which the pyro user whines, also wanting to share the same teapot with them but he's surrounded by a handful of chaotic girls and a child terrorist)

Fischl and Sara bonds over birds and arrows. I like to think Sara can keep up with Fischl's imagination, just because Sara plays a somewhat fantasy role in an authoritarian rule!

Beidou is the cool aunt to the motherly-ness towards Razor. She brings in alcohol from time to time, which everyone lowkey likes to enjoy overlooking the view at night.

Keqing tries bringing in her work, to which Lisa and Yae would make a strict rule of no paperwork in the teapot.

Overall, Razor usually feels overwhelmed in the teapot, but he can't really complain when Lisa tells him this is what having family feels like!

Cryo Teapot (Kaeya, Rosaria, Eula, Ganyu, Shenhe, Chongyun, Ayaka, Qiqi, Diona)

Please, if Razor feels overwhelmed in the electro teapot, then Chongyun just feels really awkward in his.

It took him a while to decide to enter, Xingqiu had to encourage him by using the cryo teapot as a good place to cool himself.

In the end, he probably jumps in after knowing his own aunt joined the teapot. If an antisocial person like Shenhe can do it, then so can he!

Probably brings Qiqi along with him just to show her around as well (Qiqi doesn't really mind or care where she goes, so it isn't exactly kidnapping?)

Kaeya and Rosaria have already settled in their own little bar area, enjoying the drinks and mixes.

Kaeya is also probably responsible for bringing Eula in. She wasn't so sure how to react with meeting other people, but she quickly takes regular visits when she finds out the others don't exactly know or care about her last name!

Ganyu probably brought Shenhe in too, she was a little shy to invite the other but it worked! After all, the teapot is an adepti relic. They both want to enjoy these as much as possible!

I feel like Ayaka would make great friends with everyone, and in an odd twist, she fits in well with Kaeya and Rosaria! (Ayato and Thoma get a little worried when she relays to them about her new nun friend that drinks and a man with open chest fashion though...)

Diona finds Qiqi odd at first. She peeks at the little zombie and just narrows her eyes curiously.

Qiqi makes the first move to befriend Diona (not intentionally, Qiqi just introduces herself but Diona somehow decided she likes her then and there! Qiqi doesn't drink, after all, unlike the two disgusting cryo allogenes by the bar)

Qiqi brings Diona herbs to add to her weird mixes, which Diona in turn gives to Rosaria and Kaeya

Hear this but... Drinking nights.

They're supposed to be dinner nights but when you have your own amazing cat bartender, why not drink!

It's even more fun when they encourage the others to take sips (no one's forced, of course, but the mood is just so lively they'd want to go along!)

Qiqi just stares at finches with a small smile, she likes to hear everyone laugh

Diona tries to get everyone to hate her drinks

Ayaka takes a few sips, probably gets cheered on after a particularly hard shot (later, Ayato's worries would increase)

Chongyun actually enjoys his cold mix, tries his best not to drink too much. He doesn't want to embarrass himself!

Shenhe can hold her liquor incredibly well.

Eula is, of course, an adorable type of drunk

Ganyu can't really get drunk as an adeptus so she does her best to watch over everyone!

[s0ulryo]

hey, can i get a love potion with aged vinegar and euphoria for kujou sara? the potion theme thing is cool!

 ♡˚✎ˊˎ- What it Feels Like to Fall in Love with Kujou Sara 

[Kujou Sara x Reader] Potion Type: A Love Potion (romance) with Aged Vinegar (pining/flirtation) and Wormwood (Euphoria) [Fairy Wings are also included (headcanons – default format for the event)]! Prompt – N/A

Synopsis: Falling in love with Kujou Sara/Kujou Sara falling in love with you. Tags: SOFT HEADCANONS, fluffy, overall just happy moment, domestic, a bit crackish Notes: I love women. ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING THE FIRST REQUESTER FOR THE EVENT OMG <33. I also really appreciate the fact that you think the theme is cool,, it made my day omg.

(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)

Kujou Sara is a strong woman with strong feelings and an almost abrasive personality — but her love is cautious, almost fleeting.

Loving Kujou Sara is not easy, helping her to grasp the concept of love is even harder. 

You understand that Kujou Sara is not stupid by any means, her intelligence is one of the things you found attractive about her — but when it comes to the emotions of others, she can be a little dense. 

Love is a foreign concept to Kujou Sara. It is scary to her, terrifying even. 

She is everything one aspires to be and more. She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it, most of the time at least. 

When it comes to you, she’s totally stumped

“Hello Sara, how are you today?”

“Good morning [Name]. I’m fine, what about you?”

She never knows what to say to you, or how to act around you. In all honesty, the only opinion she cared about was the Shogunate. Keyword cared. 

She doesn’t like how you plague her mind all day, she doesn’t like how she thinks of your laugh and how your eyes light up when you see her — or how you always made the effort to greet her even when the majority of people that knew her despised her. 

You stayed by her even when she had the persistent feeling of being out of place, you stayed loyal to her; so she will always be loyal to you. 

You fell for Kujou Sara first, but she definitely fell harder. 

Anyone who had a fraction of a brain cell could tell Kujou Sara adored you. Hell, they probably could tell that she was in love with you before she could admit it herself. 

It’s obvious to any bystander that she's so in love with you, especially since she’s willing to drop most things to help you out. 

It’s obvious the way she stares at you, knees feeling weaker after making eye contact with you, scanning over your appearance then promptly diverting her eyes to her nails — acting as if they are the most interesting thing in the world. 

She never liked putting herself out there, devoting herself to someone entirely. She trained herself to be strong, and she’ll be damned if someone were to just come along and destroy everything she had worked for.

Yet, she likes the vulnerability that she experiences being around you. She likes the fact that you can see her for whom she truly is and accept her with open arms. She loves the fact that you love her so unapologetically. 

Something about you was so addicting to Kujou Sara. 

she can’t imagine not being with you for the rest of her life, she doesn’t want to imagine not being with you for the rest of her life. 

Love is a scary concept to Kujou Sara. It is so abnormal to her — something that makes her blood run cold, and her hands turn clammy. 

Love is a scary concept to Kujou Sara because it is something that isn’t comprehensible to her. 

If you were to ask her how much she loved you, she wouldn’t be able to respond. Not because she doesn’t love you, but because she can't form words to explain how much she loves you. 

You are someone she so desperately desires. She can spend hours thinking of words to describe how much she adores you, but she’ll end up stumbling over her words and end up getting carried away thinking about her favorite moments with you. 

The issue is that no matter how many times she tells you she loves you, it will never be enough. There will never be enough words for her to describe how much she loves you.

Kujou Sara believes love is a scary concept, because ‘how can something so beautiful, something so scary, be taken away so easily — but she’s okay with that. 

As long as you’re with her, as long as you love her, she’ll be fine. 

[constellatedcolors]

Why the Avalance Baby Storyline Makes Sense

Okay okay okay. I’ve been seeing some discourse about Legends of Tomorrow & the recent Avalance pregnancy reveal. I don’t watch the show, but I’ve followed their storyline pretty closely over the years. I love the relationship, and it’s really cool that their romance is the emotional core of LoT.  I also am not a huge fan of kids. I don’t want any myself, and I think there are only a few shows that have done baby stuff well.  Point is: I am coming from a pretty neutral place when I say that the baby storyline makes complete sense for these characters. Not sure who I’m writing this for, but here’s a relatively unbiased, observer’s perspective. Ava’s a clone. She had a whole arc about why she’s more than where she came from. She had her own development, but reckoning with that part of herself was undoubtedly aided by the fact that her love for Sara was something that couldn’t be manufactured- undoubtedly real proof she wasn’t just a copy. Sara can pull anyone but she wants Ava, and has assured her of that every step of the way.  Ava started as a hardass who wanted things to fit in boxes, and didn’t like insane ideas. She grew to tolerate- even enjoy- chaos because of Sara and the Legends. And what’s more chaotic than having a kid? NOTHING I think there’s a deleted scene from season 5 where Sara tries to apologize for the mess she and her team have caused and Ava cuts her off to say:

I love everything you bring into my life. All of it. All the time.

And I know we’ve moved past the clone shit, and that adoption is equally valid, but it must be emotional for Ava to know their kid is actually going to be equally their own. (And I do firmly believe they’ll take in kids who need a family down the line.) Sara was one of those people who was super free, but scared of commitment. She’s had flings with other men and women, but none stuck because she spent so long believing no one could love all of her. She wouldn’t let herself imagine any sort of future like that. Until Ava came along, and stuck around. And loved not in spite of all her fuck ups, but because of them. And has told her many times over that she wants to be the person Sara can come to when things get to be too much. Ms. one-night-stand Lance allows herself to imagine a life with Ava. And even though they hit some rocks because of Sara’s fears, they worked through them, COMMUNICATED, and came out stronger. Sara proposed! When Ava got erased momentarily in 7x05, Sara was honest and said that the pain of seeing her disappear extended beyond just losing her; it was like her entire life went away too. I don’t recall her ever being as vulnerable as she is with Ava.  She’s been the captain for a while, has always been been a protective figure, but I think this storyline is a really, REALLY cool way to explore more nuanced emotions. Sara has an innate desire to protect everyone, but now she has to recognize that it’s not just her life on the line anymore. Compounded with the loss of her powers, she will have to learn how to navigate dangerous situations in different ways.  She’ll still definitely kick ass, of course. But, narratively, this will open the audience up to a new side of Sara. Which is damn impressive for a show in its seventh season.  I don’t know if that all made sense, but I do hope that LoT comes back for at least another season so we really get to see how Ava & Sara navigate this new phase of their relationship. 

[purplehoodiesimon]

Ep 2 let's go

This season has hurt so much I have so many analysis posts to make later

Ep2 starting with Simon singing in the piano room and Wille watching THE PARALLELS.

AND THEN HE WALKS AWAY

The expensive riding pants for Sara oh my god

Vincent's bangs are hilarious

The color theory going on here with Wilhelm wearing the red sweater so much and Simon wearing the purple shirt

And him taking it off when he sits next to Simon

SHE PULLED HIM

She fucking pulled him

Oh my gkd

I'm not even looking at my phone right now as I type hh fuck

She's pulling him from erska

SHES.OH.MH.GOD.WHATTHEFUCK.

He left the red sweater behind. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnññnn.

THE FROG GLOVE. THE FUCKING FROG GLOBE.

HES CLINGING TO THE DESK. SO THIS IS MALINGATE. IT BROKE. IT BROKE. IT.

I'm. In. Shock.

HE FABE HUM THE GLOBE AFTER THE FIRST SEASON FIGHT SCENE KH MH GKD. "AT LEAST YOU DONT HABE TO BE CROWN ORINCE" OH MY GOD.

I mean he probably should see a therapist anyways for the grief and privacy invasions he's been through but likeeeeee

He's in this white shirt so much I have so many thoughts about the color theory of that all

"they support me" press x to doubt

Simon is bringing up some really painful and really true stuff

I sense this girl talk game will go very badly

Oh thank god it did not

Oh she's going to have such conflicted feelings about Felice now

~Took a food and music break now we're back~

HE HAS THE SWEATER

HES PUTTING IT ON

Oh my god

I was hoping for Wille in the purple hoodie I did not expect Simon in the red cashmere oh my god I love it

HE IS REWRITING THE SCHOOL SONG OH MY GOD

AND NOW HES TEXTING MARCUS OH MY GOD

Simon is so pretty oh my god

The parallels.

OH.

Okay.

Okay the

Okay.

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Cool okay.

Sara miss ma'am what are you doing

Ma'am. Why. Why would you tell him. I mean I know why but why.

She's so autistic and I love it

OH MY GOD AUGUST FOUND IT CUTE OH MY GOD I ship it

Ayyyyyyyyyyy the return of Boris

THE ANXIETY PAMPHLET YES GET THE HELP YOU NEED WILLE

Oh my god my friend's reaction to Wille and Marcus looking at each other was "ew....he should fuck him."

They also said this could be solved with polyamory and likeeeeeeeeeeeeeee new poly ship 👀

Oof August has been dethroned

Aw he's about to cry. Fuck. I also want to wrap him up and tell him it's okay.

Oh my god a TV show mentioning cramps. Once in a blue moon.

Awwwww she's quitting riding. She's standing up for herself.

Stella and Fredericka offering to let her help with their horses I actually genuinely love how nice they are to her this is amazing

The rural kid in me is losing my mind at them running together alone in the woods

WHYS EVERYONE LOOKING AT EACH OTHERS PHONES THIS SEASON

oh god ep 3 okay

[outivv]

hii!! I really like your blog and your writings! Idk if you're gonna answer this but, could I request some hcs of how kokomi and itto would fall in love with the reader? I mean, when would they realize it and what would they do about it? Thank you so much in advance!! <3

Synopsis: pining headcanons

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: kokomi, and itto

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Sorry I let this sit in my inbox for so long, but now I’m answering it! I think I might’ve already written kokomi pining headcanons… but I can’t remember if I actually posted them, so either way I’m writing it again! Anyways, hope you enjoy, and remember to take care of yourself!

— kokomi —

Kokomi is someone who is rather busy with her work, and then when she has free time her mind is typically somewhere else. With that in mind, I think it would take a while for her to actually realize she has feelings for you.

However, when she does realize she has feelings for you, she’ll most likely take a little bit to herself to�� process almost. I feel that for kokomi to have romantic feelings for someone, they would have to be rather close to her, either as a close friend, or someone who works with her in some sort of way. So with that, I think she’d avoid you for a day or two, to really just think… more or less.

Kokomi pining for someone is a very strange sight to many, as her head will be flooded with thoughts of you, and she may get distracted at times. However, don’t think that she just constant has her head in the clouds, because she will of course do her job as head shrine maiden, but… maybe a few times will she get distracted by something that reminds her of you.

Kokomi I feel would confess rather quickly, mostly because of ho long she had feelings for you without truly realizing it. She would probably confess by taking you on a walk along the beach, gazing out at the ocean. It gave her a bit more confidence. She would want to confess early because six you didn’t feel the same way, I think she would want to put her feelings behind her so you could still be friends. If that makes sense? She does genuinely have feelings for you, but she also wants you to answer honestly on whether you feel the same about her.

— itto —

Itto probably mistook his feelings of adoration, for feelings of “oh my god they’re so cool I wanna beat them at something >:)”

But, oddly enough he realizes fairly early on that those two feelings… aren’t the same, and then understands that he just… loves you. He doesn’t want to fight you necessarily, he just has feelings for you. (That isn’t going to mean that he won’t challenge you to onikabuto fights at least 30 times a week.)

It is so clear he likes you. From how he’ll be loudly screwing around with his gang, and then turn to you, and speak in a more hushed and careful tone, to the way he becomes redder than his horns when you patch him up after he challenged sara again, and of course lost.

Itto is so clearly love struck, that his gang members will notice immediately. Teasing him a little, before helping him out with confessing. How do they help? Obviously by pushing you to closer together of course. Ittos going to catch onikabutos? Cool you’d love to go with him! Itto’s gonna go to ritou in search of Sara, so he can demand a rematch from her? Yup you’re going too! Itto needs a travel buddy of course!

Though after a while I think itto would get kinda restless (and maybe a little frustrated), and just… blurt out that he has feelings for you. You’d be having ramen at one of your favorite places, and he’d just say “haha yeah I love you.” Kinda randomly. It obviously takes you off guard, but he’d reassure you that you don’t have to feel the same way of course, and that even if you don’t feel the same way you could both still be friends! He really just admires you in some sort of way, and would still wanna stay friends, kinda like kokomi.

[caro-bug]

Ok the time has come

If you are a diehard Raiden fan or won't take me criticising Genshin for some other reasons, plz skip this post, because It's gonna be one hell of a Rant.

Don't get me wrong, I love Genshin and I'm not planning to quit it or something, but criticism must be given.

And that being said...

GENSHIN 2.1 STORYLINE WAS VERY, VERY BAD

And here's why:

Barely any playable characters were given any depth in this version. They were all treated just like plot devices.

Especially Yae Miko, who was there just to explain everything to our dumbassess and and give us an axcess to the power of ambition and friendsip I guess

Kokomi and Gorou? Nahhh, why give them any actual spotlight, if they were there only to deliever the schocking news that Fatui gave dellusions to the resistance? We might've as well learned that from some random soldier NPC and it would make little to no difference.

Speaking of delusions, don't Kokomi and Gorou fight on the front line? HOW THE HECK did they not notice that all of their visionless soldiers suddenly can use the power of elements? Did everyone hide it from them and everyone actually succeeded? Wasn't Kokomi weired out buy th sudden improvement of the whole resistace? How the heck did none slip up? WHY DIDN'T KOKOMI OR GOROU CHECK OUT THESE "WEAPONS" BEFORE GIVING THEM TO THEIR SOLDIERS? THEY COULD HAVE BEEN BOMBS OR SOMETHING

Also the fact that Kokomi just made us a general without giving us time to get to know how resistance works, or that she would give Teppei promotions just because he asked was extremely stupid. Not a master strategist move for sure. We could be a spy. Kokomi didn't even aknowledge Teppei until he asked her for a promotion.

Overall the whole resistance arc was extremely rushed and basically almost useless. If it was wisely prolonged, this update could be spread between two versions no problem. We could have had more quests where we and Teppei would slowly climb up the ranks, get to know more about Kokomi, ACTUALLY FIND OUT STUFF ABOUT EI AND SCARAMOUCHE INSTEAD OF LETTING YAE INFO-DUMP IT ON US.

Kazuha was ok I guess, but he was given very little screentime, and as my friend (a big Kazuha fangirl, mind you) noticed, that his whole arc revolves around Tomo and he barely has any personality besides grieving his loss, which is dissapointing.

I'd rather see him actualy join the resistance and face Ei not because he randomly appeared to save us, but because he was banished from Inazuma and had the courage to return.

Speaking of random appearances, why were Kazuha and the resistance at Tenshukaku anyway? Like, hear me out: Last time they've seen us alive was when we declared we would find the dellusion factory. So unless Yae told them we were here, they had no right to know (and if she did, how would that help?) And if they ACTUALLY thought that they could raid Tenshukaku, why do that right after their army recieved such a big blow, and with so little men? Besides the fact that Kazuha Conviniently managed to save us, it was all just an unnecessary bloodshed.

And Ei... Oh my god, I'm sorry, but the way they did her was such a mistake.

She basially went through the same thing as Venti and Zhongli, but was the only one to chose violence.

When we tell her that her people are suffering she's like "yeah, I know, so what?" But then we defeat her with what's basically a power of friendship and she's like. "Ok, I'll stop the decree I guess" and in her story quest she suddenly wants the best for her people? Oh no I know you don't.

She could have been the actual victim of The Fatui's plot. Imagine if Sara was actually collaborating with the Fatui and when we told her about them "manipulating" Ei she'd say she's gonna tell her but would actually go to backstab her before she realises the truth. Or if the "you've changed, you're getting weak" line would be what Scaramouche said to Ei after he defeats her.

Or, she could be an ACTUAL villain. The one that isn't forgiven just because she buys some dango milk and pulled a sword out of her boobs. She's a tyrant and there's no denying it. So why didn't she die to get what she desserved? Why didn't she get any actual redemption, or make some sort of sacrifice to show that she wants well for Inazuma after all? She could face the consequences of her wrongdoings and see the death she caused or experience the wrath of the people she hurt but noooo, her people already forgave her and are concerned for her health! But she's just being angsty, so let's go on a peacefull stroll and show her some horny light novel people wrote about her <3 Like come on, really?

Like seriously, if Mihoyo had the guts to actually call her evil, that would barely infulence her popularity. People simp over well-written villains like crazy. Well-written villains rule.

I'm honestly worried about how The Tsaritsa will be handled...

But okay, okay. To lighten up the mood, here are some things that I liked about this update:

Teppei, duh.

Watatsumi Lesbians.

Sara. Oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous. Once again, she proved herself to be an honorable person. We've seen her admit that she was doubtful about the decree. We've seen her world being shattered as she realised what her family did. We've seen her put away her selfless devotion to do what's right. My hot tengu gf, I absolutely love you and your writing so far.

Scaramouche has more interesting backstory and motivations than hid creator. He's the villain we deserve. He has the gnosis and he's yet to cause some drama, so hopefully he fixes this hell of an arc.

Thoma didn't have much screentime, but I like how they touched the topic of how it's hard for him to stay in hiding

Sayu was cute and fit into the story nicely.

ANGRY TRAVELER YES. They spoke. They were pissed. They were traumatized by witnessing Signora's death, even though they hated her. They see that the gods are nothing to mess with, they're changing, they're becpming just like their sibling. YES, YES, YES.

The fact that Raiden somehow "marked" us to attack us when we join the resistance army was cool and relflected her elemental skill really nicely.

[stranger-marauders]

fractured

eight: pancakes and basketball

chapter summary: After the fight between her and her father, Kate stays with Steve until things cool off. Steve tries to make things normal between them again, but Kate's friends are apprehensive.

chapter warnings: language, parental issues

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WHEN KATE HAD woken up the next morning, it had taken her a few seconds to remember she was in Steve's room.

She turned her head to look at where he should've been beside her, just to find that he had gotten up at some point a while ago, the spot beginning to go cold. Without enough time passing for her to have another thought, she heard shuffling downstairs.

Whenever she had made her way down the stairs, following the aroma of pancakes and bacon, she smiled at the sight of him. His hair had been damp still, already fixed up of course, and he'd already gotten dressed for school. As he flipped the pancake, still trying to do it "the cool way," as he'd always so lovingly called it, even when he thought he was alone, he hummed without a care in the world along to the radio, which had been playing "I Want to Break Free" (Kate would have to tell him later that the single edit was not the same thing as the album version). She couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he continued on without any issue. This must've been a normal morning for him.

Whenever he turned around, two plates in hand, he flashed a smile at her. "Morning."

"Morning," she said, snapping out of her gaze.

"I was just about to wake you up," he said, setting the plates down next to each other on the table. "I made pancakes. I know you like them, or at least you used to, so I..." He stopped himself, sighing. "Last night was rough. You deserved pancakes, okay?"

She stifled a laugh. "Do you make pancakes for all the girls that show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night?"

"Nope. Only the blonde ones. The Queen-loving type also get coffee."

She scoffed, shaking her head as she looked at the cup of black coffee on the table. He remembered, even after all this time. "You really are amazing, you know that?"

His face flushed red as he scratched the back of his neck. "I... It was nothing."

As they ate, Steve only watched her carefully. He hadn't quite mustered up the courage to ask her what had brought her to him last night yet, and he almost didn't want to ask. She looked better that morning than she had that previous night, even though she had just woken up, her hair slightly messy and her eyes tired. He didn't want to throw her off by prying into her personal life, by bringing up what she had tried so hard to escape from. He'd just gotten her back—he didn't want to send her away again. However, he knew if the roles were reversed, as they had been a thousand times, she would've asked him no matter what the situation was.

"So, uh... What the hell happened last night? I–If you wanna tell me."

She sighed, eating a piece of bacon. "My dad was just being... my dad. But it wasn't... It was worse than what you're used to. Like, he wasn't drunk or anything, he was just... mad."

"Oh," Steve said, his voice sad. "He didn't touch you, did he?"

"What? No," Kate said, her face tightening. She wondered why he'd ever suggest such a thing until she remembered what his fights were like with his dad. When she remembered, she met his eyes, sighing and softening her voice. "No, we just got into a fight, that's it."

Steve nodded, seeming to understand. Back whenever they were inseparable, Steve witnessed many of the fights she and her father had, and even those got personal enough where he winced. 

Kate finally decided she needed to tell him what had happened. He deserved that much, at least. "We fought about Sara and Diane, in case you were wondering."

He almost choked on his pancake. "Wait, what? Why?"

"I—we..." She stopped herself to collect her thoughts. "It was stupid. Something stupid happened and one thing led to another, and he was talking about how he's my dad and I can't tell him what to do, and I told him that he didn't really raise me after Sara died and Diane left and I just took care of myself, and she lost it." She paused, waiting for a response from Steve, but he was still silent as he watched her, looking at her with those sad puppy dog eyes he seemed to do unintentionally. "I mean, I get why he was upset, but I'm not wrong. I've literally been taking care of myself and, on many occasions, him since we moved back here. I mean, you know that more than anyone." She paused again, sighing. "Ever since last year, he's been trying so hard, and it's great that he is, but it doesn't erase the four or five years that he didn't do anything and..." She sighed again. "He said she left because of me."

Steve only stared at her with wide eyes, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Jesus..."

"I know," she said, shaking her head. "I know it's not that bad, it's just—"

"No, that's not..." He cut himself off, sighing. "I'm sorry I didn't help."

Kate shook her head. "What the hell? No, you... I couldn't have asked for anything else. You literally made me coffee and pancakes, what more could I ask for?"

He stifled a laugh. "I'm so glad that helped, then."

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's why I knew to come here. Only you'd know exactly what to do."

Steve shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh... Only for you."

On the way to school, Kate had a thought that began to itch her brain so much that it made her head hurt.

"I hate to ask, but uh... whatever happened to my cassette tapes?" she finally asked. "I, uh... Are they okay?"

Steve chuckled, reaching over her to open the glovebox—they were right where she had left them, almost like no time had passed. "Don't worry, they're right where you left them."

She scoffed, her mouth dropping open. "Oh my God, so you're telling me you kept all of these?"

"I wasn't just going to throw them away, okay?" he responded, raising his voice slightly. "Thirteen-year-old you would've killed me!"

"You could have given them back to me, asshole!"

"You wouldn't talk to me!"

Without hesitation, Kate dug around for one of her cassette times. Steve looked over once in a while at her to try to figure out what she was doing, only to find she'd pulled out the cassette titled "FAVORITES '83." As she pulled it from the case, Steve started to shake his head. "No. Nope, absolutely not, okay? Put that back right now."

"No, this is your punishment for not giving these back to me months ago."

She was right about that—Steve hadn't ever tried giving her cassette tapes back to her. He knew he should've done it a while back, but he hadn't wanted to, and he still didn't exactly want to, if he was being quite honest with himself. During the year that Kate Hopper hadn't talked to him, that was the only thing he had left of her. He'd probably listened to that tape in particular alone in his car about a hundred times since the beginning of the school year. That didn't, however, mean that he wanted to hear it right now. Now that she was sitting in the passenger's seat next to him, he didn't want to hear it in the slightest. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

"Hell no, it isn't. You realize I spent hours making all of these, right? Not the mention the ones I tried remaking?" she said, inserting the cassette tape into his radio. She smiled when the first couple of chords played from "Heat of the Moment," making him groan."This is a great song. You just have poor taste."

"You're insane."

Kate smiled, tapping her fingers to the beat of the song.

Kate wasn't normally late to lunch, but after her English class on that day in particular, she most certainly was.

"Where were you this morning?" Jessica asked as Kate sat down in a rush next to Stephanie. "You didn't hang out with me before Stat."

"Yeah, I know, I—"

"And where did you go after Lit?" Stephanie asked her. "You literally disappeared, I just came here without you."

"Yeah, I know, but—"

"This is so unlike you, Katherine," Jessica said pointedly, almost like she was about to scold her. "I ought to ground you—"

"Listen, I love you guys, but I have to warn you that Steve's coming over here, like, right now," Kate said, her face turning pink as she cut her friends off.

"What?"

"Steve Harrington?"

"Yes, and—" Before she could finish her sentence, Steve put her hand on her shoulder, making her stand up next to him awkwardly. "Hi."

He gave her a dopey smile. "Hey—"

"What's he doing over here?" Jessica asked through gritted teeth.

"I thought you said nothing happened between you two," Kim said softly, trying to be discreet.

Even though her friends' comments had only been for Kate's ears, Steve had still very clearly been able to hear them. "Hey, Kathy, don't worry about it—"

"No!" she said, cutting him off, her cheeks flushing pink as she grabbed his arm. "No, don't worry about them, they... they'll be fine whenever I explain it to them."

"Explain what?" Stephanie asked, confused.

Kate glanced at Steve, almost to get approval to tell the story. He nodded once, making her sigh as she looked back to her friends. "He, uh... After the party on Tuesday, we made up. I had to crash at his house last night, and..."

Whenever she'd explained things to her friends, he felt butterflies in his stomach. She'd left out the part about him and Nancy getting into the fight, even if everyone already knew, but for some reason, felt the need to mention the fact that she'd stayed at his house and he'd taken her to school.

"That's why your car isn't here," Stephanie said after she'd explained things.

"Why didn't you tell us that yesterday whenever we asked what happened?" Jessica asked. "What, d'you think we'd be mad or something?"

"Uh, yeah," Kate responded, her eyebrows furrowing together. "You guys got mad, like, five minutes ago."

"Okay, in our defense, you cried about that so many times—"

"Jessica!" Kim shouted, slapping her on the arm as she cut her off.

"Kimberly!"

Steve's heart dropped in his stomach. Kate had cried about him multiple times? He didn't even want to think about the fact that he'd made her that upset. No wonder the three girls didn't like him—he'd upset Kate for months. 

"Guys—"

Steve put his hand on her arm, cutting her off. She gave him a funny look before he looked back at her friends again. "Listen, I know you guys don't like me. I know there's probably not much that I can do to change that, but I promise I'm not like that anymore, okay? I'm done being that guy. Promise."

Jessica, Stephanie, and Kim stared at him sharply, but he didn't mind. It proved to him how much Kate had been taken care of in the year that they'd been apart. Whenever Stephanie and Kim looked at Jessica, presumably because she didn't like Steve the most, she finally caved, sighing. "Fine. Doofus can stay."

Steve and Kate met each other's eyes again and smiled, and the other three girls only watched as their friend's face lit up in a way it hadn't in a long time—she finally had her boy back.

Whenever the bell had rung for fifth period, Steve walked Kate to her French class, even if Jessica and Stephanie had it with her. "So those three really hate me, huh?"

"I... I'm sorry about them," she said, scratching the back of her neck. "They're just... protective, that's all."

He chuckled. "No, no, it's cool. I'm glad they care so much. I wish I had a friend like that, never mind three."

"Hey," she said, nudging him in the side with her elbow. "You do have a friend like that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," she replied simply, giving a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, a friend that likes when you make her coffee and pancakes."

"Oh, of course, how could I forget?" he asked sarcastically, making them both laugh. Before he could say anything else, she sighed. "What?"

She shook her head. "Ah, it's nothing. I just remembered I have to go home today."

"No, you don't," he countered. Whenever she shot him an unreadable expression, he shrugged. "Look, I have basketball today after school, but it's only for an hour. Just... please stay again. Please. That way I'm not so alone." He'd made the last part extremely dramatic, trying to make her laugh.

She stifled a laugh, trying not to smile. "My dad is totally freaking out right now. I didn't even tell him where I was going last night."

"Okay?"

Her eyebrows furrowed together slightly as she tried to stop her smile. "I mean, shouldn't I call to tell him I'm alive? Or at least that I'm with you?"

"If he didn't know where you were right now, don't you think a search party would've been sent out already?"

She hesitated. He made a good point. "Yeah..."

His face brightened slightly. "So does that mean you're staying?"

She sighed, finally caving in. "Yeah, I guess."

He smiled, stifling a laugh. "That sounds... great. That's great."

She gave him a tightlipped smile, looking across the hall where Jessica and Stephanie waited in front of the French classroom for her like two disappointed parents. "Jeez, I gotta go."

He nodded. "Yeah. See you later, Kathy."

"See you later, Steven."

As he watched her disappear into the French classroom with her two friends, immediately absorbed into whatever conversation they had been having, he could only smile like an idiot.

Kate couldn't remember the last time she had stayed after school to watch a basketball practice.

She was only there for the sole purpose of waiting for Steve. Even though she didn't want to bother him again, he'd asked her to stay with him again, and she knew she would much rather do that than go home. She was only glad it was basketball practice: waiting for swim practice to be over if they had an extra one of those would've been much, much worse (Kate liked to avoid seeing Steve in a Speedo at all costs just because she didn't want to be caught staring).

She hadn't been too worried whenever he'd said she'd have to stay and watch the team practice. Luckily, her Walkman had stayed in her bag, and she'd just gone out to Steve's car to pick out one of the many mixtapes that he'd accidentally kept from her for so long. She still couldn't believe he still had them after all that time.

As she read The Stranger, and not for her enjoyment, listening to Queen, she also watched Steve get his ass handed to him by Billy Hargrove. She tried to act like she wasn't paying a bit of attention to the game in front of her, but her heart rate quickly began to elevate, putting her on the edge of her seat.

The first thing that had caught her eye was the fact that Steve was on the shirts team, not the skins team. She couldn't think of a time where he'd ever been on the shirts team when she used to stay for practice all the time, and she could only assume it had something to do with the new guy.

For that, she really, really hated

Kate hadn't been too impressed when Billy Hargrove had met her outside of the locker room instead of Steve.

"You're the girl from the party," he said, smirking at her. "And my biology class."

"Yep, that's me," Kate replied simply, fidgeting with her Walkman again.

"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name," Billy said. He acted as if he hadn't asked about her at Tina's Halloween party, abusing the fact that Kim and Stephanie had been so into him.

"Well, that makes things difficult for you, doesn't it?" she asked sarcastically.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head. "And she knows how to sting. You ever got a kind word for anyone around here, or...?"

"Occasionally. When I'm not annoyed, really."

He chuckled again. "You're funny, Hopper."

She tilted her head. "I thought you said you didn't catch my name?"

"Turns out you're pretty popular around here, Katie. Isn't surprising, considering you're Harrington's side dish—"

"Steve and I are just friends," Kate said sternly. "Like it's any of your business."

"Then why'd you come out of his car this morning?"

"Are you stalking me?" she asked incredulously.

"No." He chuckled. "No, you've just... piqued my interest."

She rolled her eyes. "Really? Because what you just described sounds pretty close to stalking."

"Huh," he said sarcastically. "Interesting definition."

Kate sighed, avoiding his gaze. "All right, well, this has been fantastic, but I'm busy waiting for someone."

"Well, we can pick this up later," he said, flashing her a grin. "Like, tonight, eight o'clock?"

Kate stifled her laugh, almost taken aback. "No, I–I'm good, thanks."

"You sure?"

Kate nodded, trying not to laugh again. She didn't want to seem like too much of an asshole. "I'm sure."

He shook his head, grinning. "One day you'll cave, Hopper."

Kate shook her head as he walked away. "Absolutely not."

Billy Hargrove. Eventually, she gave up even trying to read the book in front of her, shutting off her Walkman—she couldn't help but watch the scene in front of her.

"All right! All right, all right! King Steve. King Steve, everyone!" Billy shouted, laughing at the brunet boy. "I like it. Playing tough today."

She watched Steve closely, his hair sticking to the back of his neck and all over his face, sweat soaking his clothes. She knew that he must've smelled absolutely disgusting considering how much sweat currently covered him, but she didn't care. She hated how hard he was obviously working just to lose out to the new kid. "Jesus! Do you ever stop talking? Come on!"

Billy laughed as he dribbled the ball. "You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I'm here? Huh?"

Kate's breath hitched in her throat when Billy knocked Steve to the floor. She watched as the blond stuck his hand out to him, after dunking the ball through the hoop, of course, whispered something to him, then pushed him right back to the floor.

She didn't know what to think when Billy turned to her and smirked, making eye contact with her and winking at her. Kate shivered in disgust—absolutely not her type.

Steve had tried to hurry in the locker room.

He didn't want Kate to wait on him, but he also knew that he needed to shower. He hated the way his hair felt after both swim and basketball practice, and he hadn't yet had the opportunity to wash it since school ended, meaning he'd already had to go through both. Besides, there was no way he was going anywhere smelling like that, especially not if she was going to be with him. He was already sweaty enough when he was with her. He didn't need the post-basketball sweat, too.

Of course, he almost immediately regretted that decision when Billy decided to shower next to him, as did Tommy.

At first, Billy only stared at him. "Don't sweat it, Harrington. Today's just not your day, man."

Tell me about it.

"Yeah. Not your week," Tommy added. "You and the princess break up for one day and she'd already running off with the freak's brother." Tommy chuckled, but Steve didn't. He had no idea what he was talking about, and he almost wanted to keep it that way. Almost.

"Oh shit. You don't know." Steve only glanced at Tommy. "Jonathan and the princess skipped yesterday. Still haven't shown. But that must just be a coincidence, right?"

Tommy laughed, but Steve ignored him as he started to lather shampoo into his hair. If Nancy was running off with Jonathan, he was much better off hanging out with Kate.

"Don't take it too hard, man. A pretty boy like you has got nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea, just like Blondie in the gym, huh? The one with the nice rack?" When Steve hadn't answered him, only continued to lather his hair in silence, Billy turned off his shower. "Am I right?"

Steve finally turned to look at him as Billy clapped him on the back. "I'll be sure to leave you some." However, before he walked out of the locker room for the weekend, he added, "Blondie's mine."

Steve stared in disgust as the boy walked out, slapping the shower knob right back on as he was finally left alone.

Kate hadn't been too impressed when Billy Hargrove had met her outside of the locker room instead of Steve.

"You're the girl from the party," he said, smirking at her. "And my biology class."

"Yep, that's me," Kate replied simply, fidgeting with her Walkman again.

"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name," Billy said. He acted as if he hadn't asked about her at Tina's Halloween party, abusing the fact that Kim and Stephanie had been so into him.

"Well, that makes things difficult for you, doesn't it?" she asked sarcastically.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head. "And she knows how to sting. You ever got a kind word for anyone around here, or...?"

"Occasionally. When I'm not annoyed, really."

He chuckled again. "You're funny, Hopper."

She tilted her head. "I thought you said you didn't catch my name?"

"Turns out you're pretty popular around here, Katie. Isn't surprising, considering you're Harrington's side dish—"

"Steve and I are just friends," Kate said sternly. "Like it's any of your business."

"Then why'd you come out of his car this morning?"

"Are you stalking me?" she asked incredulously.

"No." He chuckled. "No, you've just... piqued my interest."

She rolled her eyes. "Really? Because what you just described sounds pretty close to stalking."

"Huh," he said sarcastically. "Interesting definition."

Kate sighed, avoiding his gaze. "All right, well, this has been fantastic, but I'm busy waiting for someone."

"Well, we can pick this up later," he said, flashing her a grin. "Like, tonight, eight o'clock?"

Kate stifled her laugh, almost taken aback. "No, I–I'm good, thanks."

"You sure?"

Kate nodded, trying not to laugh again. She didn't want to seem like too much of an asshole. "I'm sure."

He shook his head, grinning. "One day you'll cave, Hopper."

Kate shook her head as he walked away. "Absolutely not."

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[beidoubaby]

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[hansensgirl]

not all who wander are lost.

summary. | He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering.

warnings. | Strangers to lovers, smut, naive reader, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, slight violence, slight dub/con, slight blasphemy, drinking, DD/LG, daddy kink, corruption kink, ring/hand kink, size kink, creampie kink, teasing, spanking, choking, spitting, manhandling, praise, male masturbation, handjob, degradation, a bit of humiliation, oral sex, virginity loss, marking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 11k

pairings. | Daddy!Destroyer!Chris x Little!Reader.

a/n. | one of the few fics inspired/based off of chemtrails over the country club. please heed the warnings and don’t forget to reblog. ily! thank you so much to @dragon-of-dreams @mypoisonedvine @tenuntilfightcall and everyone else for helping me out with some information! and thank you to my bb sara @asadmarveltrashbag for beta-ing and being there for me during this insane month, ilysm!!

The first time he laid eyes on you, was six months ago.

Meadows like the ones that surround him only exist in movies and Instagram posts. But even those need editing for perfection. Yet, the ones around him made him feel as though he has camera lenses for his eyes. Each piece of grass is a beautiful green, and some had flowers between them. His thighs may hurt but the view is a reward for all the trouble he just went through. A cute cottage lies on the hill he stands on. It resembles one from a Pinterest board but he doesn’t mind.

Birds chirp, sheep bleat, cows low and chickens cluck amongst Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. Chris walks a few more steps and onto the porch he goes. This isn’t his destination. Well, technically, it is. But he isn’t supposed to be knocking on your door like he is now, and his heart shouldn’t be beating out of his chest. To the right of this cottage — Chris’s right — is another cottage.

It’s more modern than he’d prefer it to be. It only looks so because inside lives a drug lord who is on the run. It’s truly unfortunate his girlfriend sold him out for immunity. He knocks on the wooden door and takes a step back. Who knows what kind of person is behind it. “Coming!” your sweet voice calls. Chris doesn’t let go of his grip on his gun that’s down the waist of his pants.

Even the sweetest seeming things can always end up being sour.

You struggle not to trip over your own dress. The tail of it drags behind you and sweeps the floor, too. But it makes you feel just like a princess, so you don’t care. On your hip is a basket, and inside is Cotton. Your bunny. She’s been your company for years, and you don’t know what you’d do without her. Barely anyone visits anymore, only because cars can’t handle the long drive up and many people hate nature. But when the occasional knock on your door echoes throughout the house, you can barely keep your excitement inside.

You open the door and gasp. The man… is brooding. And he’s not the type of broody that would grumble insults under his breath or the type that would stalk people, either. He’s the dreamy type, the man your parents say is bad news when really he just needs love. You take in his form. You can tell he’s slightly tired and you just have to give him credit for walking up to your home. He has no flaws, except for the dirt that stains his clothing.

“Hi, do you live here?” the strange man asks, looking around the inside of your home. You jump and you’re not sure why but your skin raises with goosebumps. His voice is deep yet so soft-spoken. For some odd reason, his hand is reaching backwards and you assume that it’s because he has some sort of ache from the walk. You finally register his words and look up at him.

“Y- yes, do you live here?” you stupidly ask. You don’t even realize what you just said until you noticed his puzzled look. “Oh, sorry,” you look down and notice that his black boots are covered in pollen, something that can be oh so bothersome. “‘S’alright, I was hiking a- and I don’t have anywhere to go… Do you think you could let me stay here?” he asks, letting go of the gun. “Uhm, s- sure, what’s your name?” you ask him, moving out of the way.

Naive, so fucking naive.

“Chris, what’s yours?” he asks, stepping inside. You give him your name and he nods. He goes to wipe his shoes on the rug in front of the door but there is no rug. You hand him a rag and he gratefully takes him, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’ “Are you a tourist?” you ask him, setting your basket down onto the floor. Cotton hops out of it and runs off to the kitchen, probably to chew on your apron. “No…” he solemnly answers. He hands you the rag back and you shyly take it.

“O- okay… Are you a photographer? I’ll tell you God’s truth, the most beautiful photos are taken when the sun rises, when it sets and when it’s raining,” you pointedly inform him. You drop the rag into your basket and turn back around, your dress spinning in a slight swirl. His eyes rake your body up and down, taking in every inch of your body. Red cloth with white polka dots covers your body and your mushroom earrings bring the entire outfit together.  Chris has to assume that the heavens above or whatever the fuck else is there have handcrafted you to absolute perfection.

He’s never read any stories about Greek gods, but he knows that Zeus would be absolutely infatuated with you. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he makes eye contact with you, and he gives you a small smile.

“I’m not a photographer,” he clarifies, looking around. He can’t believe you let him in just like that, but the more he found, the more he understood why. A lonely, innocent little girl like you doesn’t have anyone to tell you right from wrong. “Then what are you, sir? Are you lost? I can call the Consulate if you’d like,” you offer, walking towards him. “I’m not lost… I’m a wanderer,” he whispers almost hesitatingly.

“But you only ever wander when you’re lost, no?” you confusingly ask him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before peering out of the window. Luckily, he has a direct view of the other cottage. He really did hit the jackpot. “Not all who wander are lost, little girl. Now tell me, why would you let a stranger inside your home?” he asks you.

Cotton hops from the kitchen to your bedroom, and you stand in place. “I… Well, I’m not sure. You didn’t give me any reason to not let you in or to make me believe you’re dangerous, sorry…” you shyly tell him. “Don’t apologize, just know that not everyone in this world is good. There’s always going to be someone with a little more darkness than the rest of us…”

Chris unzips his duffle bag, and you let out a giggle. “Quite ominous of you, but then again, it suits your whole aesthetic. The cool, bearded man, with his cool words,” you smile at him, but it carries a bit of sadness. “Treat this place as your own, make yourself at home. And if you need anything, I’m always here.”

Chris stays at the window for most of his days. Always with a pair of binoculars and a pack of saltine crackers. Sometimes, he pulls a juice bottle out of his duffle bag, You’ve countlessly offered him something that’s actually filling, such as angel cake and sandwiches. He rejects them all, and you wonder if he’s some sort of super-human. But technology hasn’t invented wireless technology yet, so it’s impossible.

“Uhm, Mr. Chris-Sir? I don’t think those crackers are good for you, they’re all you eat…” you sheepishly admit, carrying a cup of water to him. The mug has a little frog painted on it, but the green paint has chipped away over seven years. You set it down gently, onto the table next to him and Chris just stares out at the cottage. “Bird-watching is so cool, isn’t it? If you see a robin, let me know, they’re so beautiful,” you tell him, before walking off.

At first, he doesn’t take in your words. But once they’ve settled deep in his mind and sunk in, he realizes that you assume he’s bird-watching. He’d honestly take any other assumption, but at least you don’t know he’s spying on the criminal next door. He looks down at the table with a sigh and then notices what you’ve done. Not only did you set a cup of water down, but you also gave him two slices of toast. One has strawberry jam on it, and the other has melted butter.

His mouth surprisingly salivates, but it also doesn’t shock him. Every day he sits there, basking in the beautiful smell of your food and humming. His personal favourite is the smell of focaccia bread being baked. He watches and waits until you leave the room to go tend to the chickens. Apparently, one of them laid a few eggs. He quickly shovels the two slices of toast into his mouth and downs the glass of water like a starved man. Because he is one.

Cotton hopes around once again but all Chris sees is a fluffy white blur. He recalls his memories from when he was younger. Younger him always wanted a pet. Even a fish that would die in the span of two weeks would suffice. But his mom couldn’t afford it, so he dropped the idea. Sometimes, he wishes he had dropped other ideas, as well. Like the idea that he’d enjoy life as an undercover agent, or the idea of sacrificing himself for Erin.

His fingers are sticky with jam. He hates the feeling. He spreads his fingers out and goes to get up from his seat. “Shit,” he curses, realizing that something may happen while he’s away from the window. He stands there, contemplating whether or not he should risk his mission just to wash the fucking jam off of his stupid fucking hands. He calls your name, loudly, hoping you’ll hear him all the way outside the cottage.

“Is everything alright?” you shout, running inside the house. He didn’t expect that reaction, but he’ll take it. You’re holding onto the corner of two walls, slightly bent over. Your chest, your beautiful chest, is the first thing Chris lays his eyes on. He nearly chokes on his saliva, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “Uh, hi, I need help,” he gruffly says, his voice a bit deeper than usual. He clears his throat with a loud ‘ahem’ and you begin to stand up straight, much to his dismay.

But he doesn’t think the image of your tits nearly falling out of your dress will leave his mind any time soon.

“Of course… Did you enjoy the toast? I can make you some more if you’d like,” you shyly offer him. “It was good, but I’m fine, thanks though. Can you stay here, right at the window, while I go wash my hands? If anything happens, you have to tell me.” Chris doesn’t leave any room for argument, but your curiosity and naivety get the best of you as always.

“What happens if I don’t tell you?” you ask him, walking towards the window. He blocks your path and suddenly personal space is no longer a thing you need. “You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do if you don’t, little girl,” he warns with a hint of lust in his tone. You nod your head and feel tingles bloom just above your core. You’re not sure whether they’re butterflies or those tingles.

Chris walks past you and you quickly rush to the window. You never realized how beautiful this view is until now. The sun is bright, angled in the most perfect manner so that it doesn’t shine directly in your eyes. The sky is so clear, even with the occasional fluffy cloud that always manages to look like some animal. The window blows gently, shaking the sheer curtains that frame you. You sigh and fold your arms, resting them on the windowsill.

You lay your head on your arms and stare out the window with joy filling your heart.

Chris watches you as you look out the window. You’re slightly bent over, once again. Your ass sticks out, and you subconsciously sway your hips side to side, almost purposefully teasing him. Your white dress has a few strings hanging from the hem, but it doesn’t make you look any less gorgeous. He feels like he’s in a dream.

Not only because of the beautiful scenery, and the beautiful woman in front of him but also because he’s trying his hardest to wash his hands quickly, but his movements are so slow. He looks down and rubs his hands together at a furious pace. Chris hears you gasp and he looks up. “Did you see something?” he asks you, turning off the sink.

“Yeah, my neighbour! I haven’t seen him in months, I need to go say hi,” you tell Chris, before rushing out the door. He only then registers your words once you’ve run out of the house and into the unknown. “Fuck- Wait!” he yells after you. He runs behind you and is so grateful when he notices you haven’t gone too far. But you’re still running and Chris’s target is about ten meters away, so he decides to do what he does best.

He decides to save you.

Chris’s feet hit the ground harshly, crushing the flowers beneath him. Running in socks isn’t fun, but at least he has something to protect him. He calls your name and crashes into you with all the force in his body. You both go down and hit the ground from his fierce tackling technique. You go to cry out in pain and lose your mind, but Chris clams his hand over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. You’re not hurt, okay? I’m sorry I had to do that, but you can’t go running off like that,” he lectures, throwing his right leg over your body. He frames you down, and you don’t have much room to move. You’re frozen in place, chest heaving, and you furrow your eyebrows at his words.

“Listen, I need you to listen. You may not know me and I may not know you, but when I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen. Understood?” he chastised with a harsh tone. You nod meekly, like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “And just so you know, that sweet neighbour of yours over there is wanted by the Feds.” Chris looks over his shoulder and doesn’t see the man there anymore, so he begrudgingly climbs off of your body.

You gulp thickly, out of fear and nervousness. Chris doesn’t seem to want to add on to this newfound information, so your anxiety makes work of it. For all you know, your neighbour could be a murderer. Chris senses your nervousness and gives you a pat on the head, almost as if you’re his pet.

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of you under him, helpless and with his hand clamped over your mouth is something that gets his blood (and hand) pumping. He helps you up, and you don’t even realize it until he brushes some dandelion seeds out of your hair. “Thank you… and thank you for saving me, I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” you shyly speak to him. He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, finding an old cigarette from before he quit.

“‘S’alright, I just need a few things from you,” he gruffly reassured. “O- Of course, anything for my guest and for the man who saved my life,” you beam with a small giggle punctuating your words. He basks in it, almost as though it’s sunlight over a beach. “Ah, you flatter me. Just tell me about yourself, I’m going to be staying for a while,” he says as he turns around to walk back inside.

A bottle of gin is in Chris’s hands. The colourless yet pale yellow liquid swishes inside its rightful bottle. It’s half full, only because last night, he downed the rest. He hasn’t drunk in a while. Since he got over being left for dead. And that’s only six months ago.

He’s shirtless. Only left in his grey jeans and jewelry. His rings clink against the glass bottle and his bracelets hang a little past his wrist. The gunshot wound on his left side had a faint scar on it. He hates it. Every single time he stares in the mirror, that fucking scar just stares back at him.

His father told him it makes him seem more ‘manly’, but it just feels like a point of weakness. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he would’ve saved that bank teller. He would’ve gotten Silas behind bars. He would’ve been able to be proud of himself.

Chris groans at the memories and spins the cap off of the bottle. It flies somewhere across the room, probably hitting one of the wood walls. He mumbles a ‘fucking hell’ and brings the bottle to his lips. The last time he drank like this was three months ago, and he ended up fucking the bartender.

She was bent over the counter, her tits spilled out of her bra and his cock pummeled into her sloppily.

She ended up kicking him out after they were done.

Chris groans again and sits down on the bed, kicking his legs up. His pants are stained with the pigment of dandelions and grass. The splotchy stains are juxtaposed to the grey of his old jeans. They have wear and tear all over them, but he doesn’t care.

Every now and then, he sighs — he sighs quite deeply. The puffs of air come from deep inside his chest. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking back to earlier today. He smiles to himself, recalling the way you looked so innocent beneath him.

He’s only known you for a few days, and he already has lewd thoughts for you. Fuck. He just can’t help himself, though. Especially with your innocent doe eyes and pretty little dresses. He closes his eyes slowly, using that memory to fuel his much-needed mental images.

You’re beneath him once again, but you’re naked. His hand is wrapped around your throat, and he’s naked too. His cock is slowly driving in and out of you. He’s teasing you. Your pulsating, wet walls hug his fat cock, and you’re both moaning softly.

“Daddy…” you whisper to him, clenching around his cock. “What’s wrong, baby?” he softly asks you. “Please fuck me harder, please, Daddy,” you beg to him, before biting down onto your bottom lip. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock like that, baby,” he shakes his head.

“I can take it, Daddy, I’m your good girl.”

Chris opens his eyes and his right hand has found its way down his boxers. His cock is all swollen and hard, hard as a rock. He places the bottle of gin down on the bedside table and gets himself all comfortable. Chris slowly begins to stroke himself gently. He goes from the base all the way to the top, and then back down. His thumb occasionally swipes against his leaking tip and all he can think of is teaching you how to make him — your Daddy — feel good.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, feeling a vein throat against his hand. He moans your name and speeds up his movements. His fingers are slightly sticky, but it’s the type of sticky he doesn’t mind. He begins to slow his hand down, and he sighs, not wanting to come just yet. He hasn’t been this hard in ages, and touching himself feels so fucking good.

“Did you say my name? Is everything alright?” you ask, barging into his room. He jumps and his hand flies out of his pants. You both stare at each other, not even daring to blink. You eventually break eye contact and notice the bottle of gin sitting on the bedside table. There’s only a sixth of it left, and you frown. You don’t like it when people you care about drink. “Uhm…” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and then takes in your form.

You’re in a nightgown, and it’s sheer as fuck. The gin gets to him and his mind has a slight buzz to it. His heart beats rapidly and his cock throbs with want and need. Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body like how they usually do whenever you’re in front of him. His mother would scold him for ogling at you, but he just doesn’t care anymore.

“I- I am so so so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I just thought you needed help with something because I heard you say my name, but sometimes I just tend to hear random things, so sorry,” you apologize in a panicking manner. You slowly walk back to the door, but you don’t turn around. Your bare feet leave a faint imprint on the floor from the cold sweats that have taken over your body.

“Come back here,” he orders, sitting up on the bed. Chris’s unbuckled belt clanks quietly, and he begins to remove it in one quick motion. You gulp thickly and exhale shakily. You slowly walk to where Chris is sitting, and he pats the spot next to him. You’ve never had such an interaction with anyone, ever. You sit down next to him, but you keep your distance.

Alcohol should not be called alcohol in Chris’s utmost humble opinion. No, it should just stick to its nickname ‘liquid courage’ because it’s more accurate than anything else. He may not seem like it, but he’s just a man who doesn’t have the heart to do much. Adrenaline doesn’t exist for him anymore, not since the incident.

Chris turns his head and stares at your pretty face. You look down, unable to make eye contact with such a God-like man. You have to assume that even Apollo is envious of Chris’s beauty. “How’d you hear me? Because I know these walls aren’t thin enough, and I know I wasn’t being loud, so tell me; How’d you hear me?” he interrogates you like one of Silas’s companions, but this time is slightly different.

Lust is what’s pumping through his veins, not rage.

“Uhm, well… My room was right there, and I wasn’t doing anything but thinking, and since your bed is against the wall, I- I heard you say my name,” you explain shyly. He hums, and you’re not sure whether it’s a hum of delight or disbelief. “Thinking of what?” he presses, inching his body closer to yours.

You continue to stare at his hand, even though you can feel his heavy breathing against your face. “I… Well- I was uh,” you stutter embarrassingly, and it makes you burn up with shame. “Spit it out, little girl, and don’t think of lying to me,” he growls, placing his hand on your thigh. Your gaze follows his movements, and you take in the set of rings that adorn his fingers.

They’re all black and of similar styles. One has a skull, one is completely plain, one has a cross on it and the last one has the word ‘Daddy’ engraved on it. His veins are so prominent. They bulge out with intensity, and you’d just love to trail your fingers along each of them. “Am I going to have to force an answer out of you?” he roughly asks. His other hand goes to the back of your head and he brings your gaze to his face.  

You quickly shake your head in objection, and he raises his eyebrows for you to spit your answer out. “I was thinking about you, and the way you tackled me…” you admit to him in a low and soft voice. “You liked the way I was on you, little girl?” he asks, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “Y- Yeah, made me feel all… Tingly…” you whisper to him.

“I want to hear you say it, little girl,” Chris ushers, squeezing the back of your neck slightly. “I liked the way you were on top of me…” you tell him breathlessly. “Good girl,” he praises in a slightly deep voice. He pulls you onto his lap and you gasp. His hard, wanting cock is right under your thighs, and you exhale nervously.

“You feel that, little girl? That’s all because of you, you did this to me. And you’re proud of it, aren’t you? Got me so fucking hard just because of you.” Chris squeezes your waist, and you really can feel it all. He’s not wrong, either. You’re so proud that you’ve made a man like him so desperate for you. “Do you know what I was doing, little girl? I was jerking off to the thought of fucking that cunny of yours until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls in your ear.

You moan softly, and the picture comes to mind, making your pussy gush with want. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, placing his hand on your inner thigh. You nod, and he raises his eyebrows in warning again. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” you murmur to him. You and your pussy want him so bad. Chris’s hand inches further up your thighs until he’s just an inch away from your bare pussy.

Your thighs are already slightly sticky from your arousal. “Do you know what jerking off is, little girl?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a pathetic, child-like whine, and he begins to lift up your nightgown until he sees your naked body. “Kind of… Isn’t that when a man touches himself? Like how women touch their… down there?” you innocently ask him.

Chris chuckles at how cute you are. So innocent yet oh so slutty. “Have you ever touched yourself, little girl?” he asks, lifting the nightgown over your head. It’s strewn across the floor behind you, and neither of you cares. But you quickly use your hands to cover your most precious, most private parts. “No, no, I don’t want to see any of that. You’re so beautiful, baby, you’re built like an absolute angel,” he husks, and you feel so flustered that you can’t help but giggle.

“T- Thank you… And I’ve done it a few times,” you inform him. Chris nods and smirks, catching the way your nipples have pebbled up. “Have you ever made someone feel good before?” he questions, trailing his broad hands up and down your body. “N- No, it’s pretty lonely up here…” you almost-ashamedly admit. He coos at you. “Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good, little girl?” he questions, palming your tits.

You moan softly and rub your thighs together as he pinches and pulls at your hard nipples. You’re so small in his large hands, it makes him even harder. You nod your head fervently, wanting to make Chris feel so fucking good. Chris takes his hands away from your body and shifts you in his lap. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxers.

You gasp, having never seen something as big as that. He smirks and uses his right hand to grasp the base of his thick cock. Chris brings your dominant hand down to where his cock is and guides you to wrap your fingers around him. Chris shudders at your soft touch, and he moans softly. “Good girl, yeah,” he praises. “Wrap your hand around me a bit tighter, baby,” he urges, and you do exactly that.

He groans loudly and a small smile stretches across your lips. “N- Now, you’ve got to move your hand up and down. Start off slowly, go all the way to the tip, and then back down,” he instructs, even though he’s helping you out. His hand brings yours all the way to the tip, and then back down; just like he said. His hand leaves yours and goes back to feeling up your pretty body.

“Now do it by yourself, but in a twisting motion, little girl.”

You listen to his words and jerk him off, feeling yourself get wet as his cock twitches in your hand. Your clit throbs and so do the veins on the side of his shaft. Chris curses, and you bite down on your bottom lip. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good around me,” he moans, squeezing your waist. You focus on his cock, watching as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down the side of his dick.

It drips onto your slow-moving hand, and you exhale as your movements grow a bit faster. You look at him, watching as his pupils darken with lust. You can tell — it’s written on his face — he wants you to go faster. Your hand speeds up around his cock, making him a moaning mess. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. You like making me feel good, don’t you? So eager to please like the good little girl you are,” Chris husks.

His praise goes straight to your needy cunt and he knows this because he can just tell. Your thighs rub together, your breath hitches, you let out a giggle and squeeze a little tighter around his cock. Chris’s hand goes up to your head and smashes your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, and you straddle both his thighs to get more comfortable.

You place your other hand on his cock and mimic your dominant hand’s movements. You try to keep up with the kiss, but you just can’t. Teeth clash and so do tongues as Chris moves his mouth against yours. He pants and his chest heaves as you continue to stroke him. “Go faster, baby,” he urges, and he pulls his mouth away from yours. He can feel you soaking his jeans, your wetness joining the abundant amount of rips and tears in the material.

Your hand moves faster, twisting perfectly and occasionally squeezing his most sensitive spots as well. Chris pushes your hands away abruptly, and you’re confused. Did you do something wrong? Does he not like you anymore? What happened? “Shit, wrap your mouth around the tip, little girl. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking love it,” he says, and you quickly do so.

You’ll do anything to please him. His mushroom tip is leaking and a raging red. It’s the same red as the rest of his cock, and you could swear it’s almost purplish. You can tell he’s aching because you’ve been through a similar thing. You drop down to the floor and kneel in front of Chris. Your lips smooth around the tip of his hard cock, and you can taste him as soon as he hits your tongue.

He tastes of musk and manliness, along with a hint of saltiness, and it’s oh so addicting. You keep the tip of his cock in your mouth like it’s one of your favourite lollipops and smile around him. Chris smiles and wraps his hand around himself. He jerks himself off quickly, desperate to come in your mouth. “Fucking shit– god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasps as he reaches his climax.,

His balls tighten up and his blue eyes roll back into his skull. White, hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his tip and fill your mouth. You’re not sure why, but a moan escapes past your throat, and it only makes Chris’s high much better. Chris places both hands on the sides of your head and holds you there, gently. You swallow all his cum as it fills your mouth and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Chris so desperately wants to push your head farther down his cock, but he knows he shouldn’t. Plus, there’s always going to be more time for things like that. He pulls your head away from his cock and watches as a string of saliva tries to keep the two of you connected. You gently lick your lips, still savouring his taste and he smiles down at you. You can’t lie — you feel giddy. Giddy in a way in which you crave his praise and approval like no other.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Thank you for helping me out… I do suppose I should return the favour, right?” he teasingly says, lifting you up into his lap. You shake your head out of nervousness. “No? … Why not, baby?” Chris asks, and you gulp thickly. “Don’t wanna rush it… I- never mind, you wouldn’t understand,” you look down and fiddle with your fingers.

The grooves of your nails are smoothed over by your pointer finger. Some dips and rises make you cringe, and others satisfy you. He looks down at your hands and notices the skin picked on the sides. He knows how painful those can be, and he doesn’t want you to feel any pain at all. “I’ll try to understand, darling, but if you don’t tell me, then I’ll be completely clueless,” he speaks to you lowly. “I like the way your words make me feel…” you shyly admit to him.

“Aw, how do they make you feel, baby?” Chris presses, grasping your two hands together. “All warm and small… makes me feel like I have it all. Hey, that rhymes!” you exclaim, bubbling in the utmost adorable giggles ever. “You’re a natural poet, darling. But tell me more…” he urges, rubbing his coarse thumbs against your soft skin. “I get butterflies, and I feel all shy and safe. Your words make me so comfortable yet so vulnerable…” you describe to him even though words can’t describe what you feel.

“Is that right, baby? You’re so cute… Do you- Do you get all tingly and babyish when I use my words?” Chris hesitatingly asks. His voice is so gentle and soft, a low whisper that is so soothing to your ears and rough edges. You nod meekly and smile to yourself. Your cheeks may hurt from all the laughter he caused earlier today but that doesn’t refrain you from hiding your smile.

Now, Chris is no doctor. He’s no professional, he’s no master. He’s just a broken man, but he knows exactly what you’re talking about. But he won’t explain what it is, because he needs you to learn on your own. Maybe with some guidance from him, but he won’t trick you into thinking something completely off base.

“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll sleep, you need the rest. We both do.”

He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. But he isn’t. He was never. The stick-and-poke tattoo may seem a bit much, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Your name is written in your pretty handwriting. The ink is in his skin, and he’s practically marked as yours, now.

The days go by slower, much slower than he’d like them to. But it doesn’t matter now, because his mission is over, and he’ll be leaving soon. But Chris doesn’t want to leave. His wanderlust has found an end as he finally has a place where he’s meant to be. He’s found heaven in the hills, and between your legs.

“D- Daddy…” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Your hands are locked with his, and they rest at your sides. You’re just in a small bralette, and your hard nipples poke through the fabric. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your ankles lace together behind his head. Your neck aches from the angle your body is in, but the pleasure blooming from your core is much more powerful.

Chris is between your legs, and he hums against your wet, throbbing pussy. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling. He sucks on your clit harshly, and wetness seeps from your hole. “Feels so good… Oh, my…” you pant. Your hips gyrate and you subconsciously grind your wet cunt against Chris’s face. He pulls his face away from your pussy and licks a broad stripe against you.

You moan again and squeeze his hands tighter. His tongue swirls around your swollen and throbbing clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your taste is addictive, and he could stay between your legs for hours on end, if not for eternities. His beautiful, lovely rings dig into the sides of your fingers, but you don’t care. Chris may treat you like a delicate doll, but he should know how much you love it when he’s rough with you.

“I think I’m gonna come, Daddy…” you cry out to him before a strangled moan leaves your mouth. Chris pulls away from your pussy once again, but this time he spits on your lips. His saliva drops down your cunt and mixes with your wetness, and he goes back to devouring you. He eats you out like a starved man, and you’re squealing at the overwhelming pleasure.

If he was on death row, he’d have your sweet pussy as his last meal.

His tongue works over your clit and brings you closer and closer to your release. It’s coming fast. A searing, heated feeling takes over your body and abdomen as your back arches off your couch. Chris is as hard as a rock, staring you directly in the eyes, and he makes you come on his mouth.

“Oh- Daddy!” you cry out loudly, your mouth falling open into a silent, voiceless scream. Your eyes roll back into your skull and in Chris’s past words, you look like a brain-dead slut. Your wetness gushes out of your drooling hole, and he laps it all up with no problem. He drinks up everything you give him, and then some. Your hands are still laced with his and your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

“Shh… You did amazing, little one. Taste so fucking sweet, just like nectar,” he hums like a hummingbird, before smacking his lips. You slowly come down from your high as he strokes your hands with his thumbs. Your lids are slightly heavy, but you don’t want to get any shut-eye. Time away from Chris is practically a sin in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” you gratefully reply.

“You’re welcome, little one. Got me so hard,” he husks as he moves to get up. He carefully handles your body and pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. They’ve been washed and scrubbed but there are still faint dandelion and pollen stains that he just doesn’t care enough about. Though the adorable face you were making whilst washing them is something that’ll never leave his mind.

Just like the mental image of you coming undone beneath him.

“Can I make you feel good, Daddy? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly and Chris knows he could say yes, but he doesn’t want to. Making you feel good pleases him, but he doesn’t want to sound so poetic so he chuckles. “Soon, little one, I need to clean you up properly,” he tells you and you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. He coos at you and you scrunch your nose up at the attention.

“But I’m all clean, Daddy!” you reason, reaching over to palm his hard cock through his jeans. Chris chokes on his saliva at the feeling of your touch. “In a bit, little one, you need to listen to Daddy. Okay?” he rasps with a warning in his voice. “Okay, Dada…” you trail off with a deep sigh punctuating your sentence. You fiddle with your fingers as Chris carefully cleans up your pussy.

The damp washcloth is gentle against your sensitive skin. Each movement of his is carried by gentleness and love. “I have a question, Daddy,” you hum after a few seconds of silence. “Go ahead, mushy one,” he says with a smile. You giggle at the nickname before calming yourself down. “Were you really wandering?” you bluntly ask him. Chris’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and you gasp.

“What do you mean, little one?” he asks, looking up at you. “Well… You said you were a wanderer! And that’s how you found me! But you don’t seem like a wanderer, you’re too clever to be one,” you explain with a smile on your face. Chris begins to chew on the inside of his cheek, and the skin has already been filled with bite marks and scars. At this point, he should tell you, right? You already know the deepest, most darkest pieces and part of him.

You’ll love him no matter what.

“Well, I wasn’t wandering. You’re so smart, little one. The smartest baby in the world!” he cheers and moves to get up. He sits in the empty spot next to you and lifts you into his lap. You’re still naked and Chris has his shirt off (as usual), so the skin-on-skin contact has you feeling even sleepier. “Sometimes, we lie to protect people. I lied, to protect you, along with many other people. Myself included, of course,” he starts.

“I was sent here with the sole purpose of bringing in your criminal neighbour,” he pauses “and I did.” You nod along with his words, your mind only allowing the most important phrases to sink in. “I arrested him around a month ago, and I was supposed to leave three weeks ago,” he sadly sighs. You look up in a panic, and you’re in shock. “Two weeks ago, I turned in my resignation. I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly adds and your face lights up.

“I’m staying with my best girl, okay?” Chris smiles and leans in to kiss you. You let him do so because God-damn, you’d let him do anything he wants to you. “T- Thank you so much, Daddy!” you squeal and hug him tightly. He laughs in a beautiful cacophony of sounds, and it’s right in your ear.

Chris feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders as you writhe around in his arms. You wiggle around on his hard cock and Chris suppresses a groan. His hands trail from your shoulders to your waist, down to your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and excitement runs in your veins at his touch. Your head rolls back and you exhale shakily. He grips your hips tightly, and you involuntarily buck your hips against his crotch.

Both you and Chris moan before he moves both his hands to your ass. He gropes you roughly, feeling a bit of your wetness on his fingers. “Oh, baby… What’s all that for? Hm? Didn’t Daddy just eat your sweet little pussy out?” he asks in a slightly worried tone. “Y- Yeah… But I can’t help it, Daddy, you always make me so tingly…” you admit to him, shyly.

“Mmm, I like knowing I do this to you. Gets me so fucking hard,” he groans, slapping your ass. You yelp in surprise, but it gets cut off by a whimper. Chris caresses the hit skin and soothes you down from the shock. He smiles at you and then lands another hit. Then another, and then another.

The sting is addictive, just like he is. It leaves you writhing in both pain and pleasure and yet you still want more. “M- more, please,” you quietly beg and Chris coos at you as if you're a pet. And the truth isn’t far off. The coolness of his rings is both brutal and comforting. It soothes you yet acts as if they didn’t just hurt you. “You want more, baby?” he asks in that sweet yet sultry condescending tone of his.

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. “‘S too bad you’re gonna have to take what I give you and keep quiet, baby,” he husks, and you whine loudly. Chris flips your bodies around and suddenly you’re on your back, and he’s leaning over you. He locks lips with you and you try your hardest to keep up with the kiss.

His lips move sloppily against yours, but you don’t mind because you’ll take anything he gives you. You moan into true kiss and Chris wedges his knee between your legs. You’d hump him like a bunny because that’s what the demon on your shoulder is telling you to do. But the last time you did something without his permission, you weren’t allowed to make him come for a week.

You just know you’re soaking his jeans but neither of you cares. Chris kisses the corner of your mouth and trails down to your neck, peppering kisses behind as if he’s leaving a trail on your body for when he’s going to explore you later. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickles you and Chris falls even more in love with you as your laughter fills the air.

“D- Dada…” you whisper to him as you tilt your head back. His lips land on that sweet spot of yours and your back arches off the couch. Chris smiles against your skin and begins to suck on that sweet spot. Your breath hitches as he bites, licks and sucks on your skin. He marks you up like no other, and you know how much he loves to know that you’re all his.

“Dada… No teasing, please,” you sweetly ask in your soft tone. And how can he turn you down? “In a bit, little girl, be patient for Daddy.” Chris continues to mark you up until he’s satisfied. The feeling of his teeth against your neck and collar bones makes you even wetter than you already are. Possessiveness is carried in his movements, and it only drives you to be needier.

Chris moves further down from your collar bones to the valley of your breasts. Each curve of yours makes him want to sin without any repentance afterwards. He places a kiss there and then looks up at you. “Please, Daddy,” you whisper so quietly it takes him a few seconds to realize what you’ve said. Chris’s hand wraps around your body to your back.

He slowly unclasps your bralette and drags it away from your body at the same pace. You both maintain eye contact all whilst he undresses you to your vulnerability. Chris throws your bra somewhere behind him and places his hands on your body. “Aw, baby… You’re so cute and small,” he sweetly says in an almost shocking manner. Almost as if he doesn't use the size difference as a weapon to make you all soft and mushy.

“Hm, thank you, Daddy,” you tell him because good girls always have manners. “So good, using your manners for Daddy,” he praises, and you wonder if he can read your mind. Your Daddy can do anything, so it would be no surprise if he can. Chris sits upon his knees, but he remains in his towering position. Gently, and with care, he spreads your legs open until he’s satisfied.

He watches as you clench your needy pussy. He just knows your clit is throbbing, and you’re tingly because he just has that effect on you. “Poor baby… Is this all for Daddy?” he asks, and you quickly nod. “Say it, tell me it’s all because of me,” he growls placing his hands on your thighs. Chris slowly moves his hands further down your thighs. His touch is gentle, and he can feel the goosebumps on your thighs beginning to raise.

“‘S all yours, daddy. It’s all because of you,” you tell him breathlessly. “And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it, little girl?” he asks, inching closer to your wet pussy. “Mhm, only yours, Daddy!” you happily assure him, and he smirks at you. “That’s right, little girl. And since it’s all mine, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with it?” he questions, and you nod with no hesitance at all.

Chris traces your wet pussy with his ring-donned pointer finger. “Oh my…” you gasp at the feeling. It may not be much, but your sensitive little pussy struggles to handle it. You clench around nothing again, and he watches, before chuckling at you. “Such a pretty pussy you have, baby, I can’t fucking wait to ruin it,” Chris growls, and you whimper. “Gonna fill you up with my cum after I fuck you, little girl,” he promises, and you never wanted to be fucked so badly until now.

He wonders if his cock could even fit inside you. Usually, he’d want to eat you out and finger you to prepare you. But he’s now thinking with what’s between his legs, and not what’s between his ears. He trails that same pointer finger on your pussy, and becomes mesmerized with the sight. Chris watches as your hole drools with want and need, whilst you watch him.

His already dark eyes are blown out with lust, and it only turns you on even more. Chris knows you’re watching him. He’s not one of the best agents in the FBI for no reason. He looks up at you, and you lock eyes with each other. He smirks and pulls his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a whine, but you still pout in disappointment. Chris begins to unbuckle his pants, and you’re filled with eagerness.

You smile widely, and he coos. “Aw, you’re such a desperate little slut, it’s adorable,” he chuckles, and you shy away. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers slowly. Chris takes off his jeans and boxers completely, and throws them somewhere around the house. You watch as his cock bounces up and leaks with pre-cum. You just know he’s aching because of how red his cock is.

He’s big, and you already know that. But seeing him in all his naked glory is just something else. The simple yet not so simple idea of Chris’s cock being inside of you is electrifying. It’s both terrifying and exciting. He grabs the base of his cock and the prickly hair pokes the soft skin of his hands, but he doesn’t care. His left hand goes back to your pussy, and begins to rub circles on your clit.

“Oh… Daddy,” you moan quietly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, so you involuntarily try to shut your legs and keep Chris out. Your knees touch for a brief moment, and he’s having none of that. He separates your legs and climbs on top of you, all while staring you directly in the eyes. His cock drags against your inner thigh. “Oh, is it too much for you, little one?” he asks with faux pity in his tone. You nod and clench your fists to control yourself.

“Too fucking bad, you’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re not gonna complain. Isn’t that right, little girl?” he sneers, and you gasp. Usually, you can’t handle someone who raises their voice in the slightest. But hearing Chris do it makes the butterflies in your stomach fly. “Yes, Daddy,” you hum delightfully, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. Chris presses harder on your sensitive pearl of nerves and rubs you in faster circles.

“Daddy…” You moan and it goes straight to his cock. He looks up at you and just knows you’re beginning to drive up that cliff. He slows down his ministrations on your nub, and you bite back a loud whine. “You’re so needy, baby… Already so close to coming, it’s kind of pathetic…” he trails off and more wetness leaks out of you. You’re absolutely soaked and are a little bit ashamed of it.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close, I’ll do anything,” you beg, but he just doesn’t buy it. “You’ll already do anything I tell you, baby, begging is so useless,” Chris chortles. You let out a small huff and move your hips in a circle, grinding against his thumb. In a flash of blurry moments, Chris pulls his hand away from your pussy and wraps around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, and you gasp quite loudly.

He raises his eyebrow in warning, and you nod in understanding. “Good girl, I don’t want to put you over my knee when I’m feeling so gracious,” he assures, and you smile. Chris brings the tip of his cock to your swollen, needy clit and his pre-cum begins to mix with your wetness. You both moan softly as he rubs his tip on your clit. Your bottom lip finds a home between your teeth and Chris’s tongue swipes over his.

The sight and feeling of his cock on your silky pussy make him so weak in the knees. “Fuck, baby, do you like that? You like it when Daddy makes you feel good with his cock?” Chris asks in a deep, gravelly voice. “Yeah, Daddy… love it so much…” you tell him through a mushy haze of pleasure.

“You’re getting all dumb and stupid already? You’re so cute, little one,” he purrs, and you giggle at his words even though there’s nothing funny about them. “Do you want my cock, little baby? Say it, tell Daddy you want his cock,” he urges, and you look down to where you’re both nearly connected.

“I wan’ your cock, Daddy. Want it so bad, I need it, Daddy,” you beg, and Chris hums. “Just a little more, little girl, it’s like music to my ears,” he smirks, and you bite your bottom lip. “Sing for me, hummingbird,” he pushes, and you just go with whatever your neediness tells you to do.

“I wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy. I want your cum to fill me up until I’m leaking and all stupid. Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I really want your cock, I need it,” you beg and blood rushes to his face and cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you my fucking cock, and you better take it like the good girl you are,” he growls, and you whimper. Chris slowly drags the fat tip of his shaft down to your drooling, slutty hole.

You whimper loudly, and he looks back at you. Fear is written all over that pretty face of yours, and Chris knows the exact reason why. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, okay? If you want to stop just say so, and I’ll listen. I won’t hurt you, darling. I promise,” he gently reassures you. You sigh with an almost heavy yet full heart.

You then nod and Chris thanks you for allowing him to fully make you his. “Wanna hold your hand, Dada… Please,” you ask pleasantly, and he nods. “In a bit, little girl, I just need to be careful,” he whispers. Chris slowly begins to push into your wet, tight cunt. You swallow him slowly, and the sight is mesmerizing.

The tightness of your cunt squeezes him in a strong hug, and he wishes he could be buried deep inside you for the rest of his life. “Fuck- Baby, you feeling so fucking good,” he moans while trying to compose himself. You’re still whimpering from the pain, and your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

“C- Can I push all the way in, little one? It’ll only hurt for a bit,” he asks, and he looks deep into your eyes. “Mhm… Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy, please,” you beg, and Chris tries his hardest not to come right here, right now. He thrusts his hips forward, and bottoms out inside you completely.

Your mouth falls open, and you’re silently screaming. The pain isn’t too much, but you feel as though the wind is being knocked out of you. Chris shifts a bit, and that’s when you start to feel it more. He’s so deep inside you, and he’s splitting you in two. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says.

You realize you’re holding your breath and it’s no wonder why your heart was beating out of your chest. “You’re doing so- so well, darling. Your little cunny looks so nice when it’s stuffed full with my cock,” he groans, and you whimper. “Dada, is hurtin’...” you whisper, and Chris wants to pull out because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl being hurt.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he asks, but you quickly shake your head in objection. Even though the pressure in your core is dwindling, and even though you feel a little too full, you don’t want him to stop. “No stopping, Daddy, please,” you whine and flail your arms towards him. He shushes you soothingly, and you calm down as soon as he flashes a stern look.

The pain soon burns away into nothing but dust and ash, and you finally see why he was so desperate to shove his cock inside of your cunt. It turns into pleasure and your pussy leaks around him. You’re soaking Chris’s cock with no shame at all. “Oh, fuck, baby… You feel so fucking good,” he moans, and you follow with a gasp. “I like the way y- you feel inside me, Daddy, makes me all tingly…” you admit shyly, and Chris chuckles.

“Yeah? Bet it makes you want to be fucked stupid, right, baby?” he questions with a playful smirk on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. You’re never aware of your surroundings because you’re too caught up in the moments. It’s something Chris scolds you for, but you never learn. But in this moment, you can feel everything. The veins on his cock throb against your silky walls, and you can feel his balls against your ass. His hot breath fans over you as Chris struggles to compose himself.

He slowly drags his hips backwards, pulling out of your pussy until his tip is the only thing in your cunt. The sudden almost-emptiness is surprising, but you quickly get used to it. Chris then pushes back into your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Fucking hell, little one,” he curses under his breath as he bottoms out again. He begins to fuck into you slowly and gently, careful to not hurt you. Even if he wants to fuck you until you’re crying.

The sound of skin on skin is quiet and almost unintelligible. The squelching sounds from your wet pussy and moans fill the room. Chris gently grips your hips and watches as your face contorts into a frown of pleasure and not pain. “Daddy…” you pant softly as you look up at Chris. “Yeah, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks out of worry. “N-No, it feels so good…” you trail off as one particular thrust lands near your g-spot. And he knows that.

“Wan’ you to fuck me hard, wan’ you to destroy me, Daddy. Please fuck me like the slut I am…” you gently beg and Chris halts his thrusts. His cock twitches inside of you because of your words. Only he can corrupt an innocent angel such as yourself. “Shit- Little one, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s why I’m being so gentle,” Chris explains, but you shake your head. “You could never hurt me, Daddy. Please, I need you,” you beg for one last time, unaware of what you’ve done to him.

Chris roughly pushes his cock back into your cunt without warning. “Awe, I see. My little princess wants to be fucked like the whore she is, hm? Well, whatever princess wants, she gets,” he growls because beginning to fuck you roughly. You moan loudly at the feeling as with each thrust, his cock pummels against your sweet spot roughly. His pelvic bone rubs against your swollen clit and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Daddy!” you cry out as Chris pounds into your poor pussy. The room fills with moans, groans, curse words and wet sounds that all come from the art you two are making. “Aw, what’s wrong, little girl? Can’t take daddy’s cock anymore? Hm? Well, I don’t really give a fuck, you’re just gonna lie there, and take what I give you like a good fucking girl,” he sneers, and you push at his chest.

“It’s so sensitive!” you wail like a little bitch in heat. “But I bet you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Chris asks as a moan bleeds past his plump lips. “Uh-uh, please don’t stop, Daddy!” you squeal after a harsh thrust. The stretch of Chris’s cock is amazing, and you never want the feeling to stop. Chris’s hand leaves your hip and crawls all the way up to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat, and squeezes the sides, making you clench tightly around his big, thick cock.

He lowers his face to yours and watches as you react to the way he’s being rough with you. “Oh, God!” you cry out as he makes his thrusts more powerful. “Actually, it’s just ‘Daddy’, but I’m fine with that too,” he slyly smirks. You’re too fucked out to even laugh at his joke. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back begins to arch off of the couch.  “Awe, are you gonna come around my big fat cock already, slut? How cute,” Chris mocks.

You nod your head and begin babbling like a baby. “But remember, little girl, I have to give you permission to come, okay?” he reminds you, and you whine. Chris’s hand around your throat moves up to grab your jaw, and he stops thrusting into you. “None of that is allowed. Don’t forget your place, little girl,” Chris warns with fury seething through his words. You mumble an apology, trying to formulate the proper words to speak.

“Seems like I really did fuck you stupid,” he chuckles, and you moan at his words. You clamp down on his cock, tempting him to do what you want, like a siren using her voice to lure men into the sea. “Open your mouth up first, little girl,” he orders, and you obediently listen. The searing arousal in your core begins to fade away, and you feel a panic beginning to rise inside you.

Chris drags his hand back down to your throat and rests it there. You watch as he puckers his lips up, and suddenly, he spits into your mouth. You open your mouth even wider and stretch your tongue out. His saliva lands directly on your tongue, and you wait for further instructions before you give in to your desires.

“Swallow it, little girl,” he instructs, and you do exactly so. You open your mouth back up just to earn some praise. “Good fucking girl. The best baby ever,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Daddy! … Can I have cummies now?” you lovingly ask your Daddy.

“Of course, little one,” he says as he smiles down at you. Chris begins to fuck into you again, deep and hard. With each thrust, he pounds your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass. His remaining hand on your hip moves down to your clit, rubbing your little button with rough circles.

“Daddy… ‘m gonna come!” you moan loudly and Chris fucks you harder. “Come one, baby, come all over my big cock like the good girl you are,” he urges. The building feeling inside you increases, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release. “Fucking come, little girl, wanna hear you sing for me,” he growls. And with one specific thrust, you find yourself coming undone beneath him.

The sight is so fucking beautiful. Watching you as your eyes turn up, your mouth falls open and your cunt hugging his cock just gets him going, and he wishes he could take a picture of you right now. “D- Daddy! Oh, my-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan and Chris keeps on rubbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.

You soak his cock until it’s dripping and even then you’re still coming. You moan loudly and Chris can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. His balls begin to tighten up and a droplet of sweat drips from his neck down to his chest. “Daddy, are you gonna come?” you sweetly ask as he fucks you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own.

“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up with his cum. I’m gonna leave you leaking with my seed,” Chris growls as he fucks you faster. “Please, Daddy… Please, I want your cum so badly! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy,” you beg and Chris tosses his head back.

“Fuck, yes, yes yes,” he shouts as his balls tighten up again. He quickens his pace until white, hot, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his aching tip. He fulfills his promise and your wish, filling you up with his cum until there’s nothing left. His cum mixes with your juices as he paints your walls with no expertise whatsoever. Chris slumps on top of your body, engulfing you in a bear hug as his cock remains buried inside of you.

You’re both panting and struggling to come down from the euphoric feelings. You look up at Chris make lock eyes with him for the nth time. There’ll never be a day where you don’t get lost in his eyes. They’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful. “You did so fucking good, little one,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Thank you very, very much, Daddy,” you slur, feeling yourself beginning to sleep into little space. “Daddy?” you call out, tapping his bicep after a few seconds. “Yeah, baby?” he asks, lifting himself up to get a better view of your face. “Will you really stay?” you ask with a bit of worry in your voice. He sighs with a full heart.

“Always.”

[hqrbinger]

too young.

summary; you ask them to slow dance in the moonlight with you pairings; xiao, kujou sara, scaramouche x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; hcs, fluff, no beta, god do i even need to mark this as self-indulgent all of my shit is atp notes; I WAS JUST READING ARTEM FANFIC WHILE LISTENING TO OLD 50'S LOVE SONGS AND THIS WAS BORN ???? another post w artem coming soon after this <333 i just rlly wanted to write this pls it all happened in like an hour im so sorry for the low quality-

song; too young- nat king cole

⇢if you ask, he's probably going to not know what you're talking about at all ⇢you're gonna have to show him what it is <33 ⇢since you have only ever heard about it in stories of love you would hear as a child, you're both going to not really know what you're doing at all ⇢but you're with him and he's with you, and that's the fact that matters most ⇢it will probably be late, on the balcony of wangshuu inn, only the sounds of the waterwheel and the rustle of the leaves, making the two of you truly alone (solitude is important, he wouldn't be comfortable doing this while anyone is around to see) ⇢so you take his hands, positioning one on your hip and holding the other (he's going to be blushing, but 100% pretending it's not affecting him) ⇢you show him the movement, keeping it simple and just swaying back and forth in a small circle ⇢he's pretty awkward at first, unsure of how to properly shuffle his feet or how tightly to hold your hand ⇢but he eventually gets the rhythm, keeping up with you and even leading a little ⇢he would never say it directly, but he really enjoys dancing with you ⇢he definitely didn't understand the appeal at first, but once your hand was in his, as close as you were to him, the moment truly felt intimate ⇢when you smile up at him, praising him on how fast of a learner he is, he can't resist the urge to kiss you, effectively flustering you instead <33

⇢sara knows what this is, but she's never actually partaken in it ⇢you're both enjoying a quiet evening outside of the kujou encampment, it was one of her few days of peace when she was able to relax and she decided to spend it stargazing with you ⇢when the idle chit chat stills, you look up at her and ask her to dance with you ⇢she'll blush, asking you what in teyvat gave you that idea an turn away from you (to hide her red face) ⇢(but she lets you take her hands and pull her up anyway) ⇢like xiao, she's also going to be a bit stiff for the first few moments of dancing, but she'll relax eventually ⇢you start out with the lead, your hand on her hip, guiding her through the simple movements, but after a while she asks to switch ⇢she'll give a small smirk at your imminent blush, but now that she's comfortable and a bit more confident she wants to take control ⇢by this point, she's striving to make it a little more intimate, so she leans into you, pulling you closer, now dancing with you cheek-to-cheek ⇢now you're the one to falter, blushing furiously as now you can feel the slight brush of her breath against your ear

⇢this man definitely doesn't get it ⇢you definitely have to be 100% alone for him to even entertain the thought of dancing with you ⇢but, in the case you are, he's... partial ⇢your beaming smile when he begrudgingly agrees seals the deal for him lets be real ⇢he actually surprisingly knows what it is, and takes the lead almost immediately ⇢his cheeks ARE pink at your closeness, he isn't really that accustomed to physical affection so he's gonna b a bit flustered <333 ⇢gimme blushy scaramouche please and thank you ⇢you simply cannot tell me that this man is not flirty and likes to see you blushing tho ⇢will not pass on this opportunity to try and make you lose your cool ⇢whether it be putting just the slightest bit of extra pressure when holding your hip or whispering sultry things in your ear; he's gonna pull out all the stops as revenge for making him feel similar (even if it wasn't your intention, he's just competitive) ⇢now that he knows this rlly pushes your buttons he will be dancing with you again in the future don't even worry

[mymycorrhizae]

the fact that gwyn can finally openly be himself, surrounded by a group of queer superheroes who are open and accepting and who don’t have to hide that part of themselves

Yeah, you could see the wonder in his eyes when he heard about Sara's wife:

And I'm so glad he got to bond with Zari 1.0. She was one of the best people for him to open up to because she has also experienced so much trauma in her original timeline. She was so gentle with him and it made him feel comfortable enough to admit he's in love with a man. Tala and Matt are both such talented actors. They had great chemistry as a couple last season and it's so cool to see them play off each other so well in this new dynamic that is so different.

He has only told Zari so far. I wonder if we'll get scenes of him opening up to other characters later on. I would love to see a scene like that between him and Ava. I think that would play out really well.

[aconfusedkitten]

genshin characters who deserve to be a little bit off:

( warning for a bit of a long post and tangent, because i have Thoughts on this )

traveller. ancient being??? who can travel between worlds? i feel like they need to be at least a little otherworldly and off, and get more than “they’re older than they look” and the occasional vague implication that they lost their power.

albedo. look, i hate the “emotionless non-human scientist who doesn’t understand humans” stereotype, but i still think albedo can stand to be a little too perspective, or know things that just don’t fit with how old he looks.

kaeya. i love him and i like abyss worldbuilding and therefore need to write him as someone who’s too sharp, there one minute and gone the next. even if he doesn’t follow through, he was intended to be a spy, so you know he’s gotta know too much.

venti and zhongli. they’re archons!! even if they’ve lived by their people for years, they still don’t exactly act like normal people. let them feel a bit off, like people are drawn to them and can’t explain why.

childe. abyss survivor at age fourteen? need i say more? i could give a full on essay about childe being slightly off and feral and insane but i won’t unless someone asks me to. ;3

kokomi. yes, she’s a weird one, but! she literally has a special interest in war strategies, is the best healer i’ve played with, and is the divine priestess of watasumi island, the only place in game shown to care for a god outside of their archon??? let her be eldritch and weirdly entertained by the war. also there was that really cool art of her and sara that lives in my head

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there’s probably someone else too, but this is everyone i can think of off the top of my head :3

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So I definitely wouldn’t mind if Markus happens to be a love interest for Sara. The reason for this is because I think it would be interesting to see how Sara deals with the dynamics of her “loyalties” and how she perceives the changes on what she is wanting for her life.

At the beginning, she didn’t really care much about the fancy lifestyle, money, station, until she is given a glimpse into the life and for it to be within arms reach to actually achieve, which will come into play upon boarding at Hillerska. She also went from never been in a relationship or interest in romance, again, until it was shown to her and put within arm’s reach, which she did end up pursuing at the end.

If she did end up interested in Markus after he expresses feelings towards her, she would feel the pull between her high-class life in Hillerska, surrounded by her new friends, fancy meals and just generally an inning with a social circle, which she has never had before, and her Bjärstad life, with her family, home and, in this case, Markus.

In this particular scenario, I am imagining Markus making comments in moments about liking it when Sara appears to be relaxed and just herself, or when she’s not trying to impress or be concerned about how others think of her. In addition, he would be sharing similar interests in horses and training with her, as well as regularly meeting up each day/week.  I know Simon and her Linda have expressed these sentiments before, but there’s always something different about the way it hits you when it’s a friend or romantic interest making these comments. 

That being said, I am aware that a similar situation could definitely play out if he was made a love interest for Simon. Markus would be the boy who reflects a lot of the same values as Simon, comfortable in himself, doesn’t care about class or money, and not attached with the baggage of the monarchy. The ideal, safe choice. 

But I just thought the Sara x Markus dynamic would be a cool addition

Anyhooo, just some ponderings, now that season 2 is coming up so soon~