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mochikofi · 10 months ago
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WRITERS, ARISE. I AM IN NEED OF FRIEREN: BEYOND JOURNEY'S END X READER FANFICS 💔💔💔
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mello0cat · 5 months ago
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Himmel x Herbalist elf reader
➳ Afab reader A little angst, Little fluff, Himmel is a little ooc, feminine pronouns (sorry!), Not proofread! Timeline: shortly after defeating the demon king Maybe a little inaccurate as I'm only on the beginning of the 6th episode
➳ *little A/N*
Reader is a elf who is proficient in identifying plants and had learnt some magic to enhance or modify plant growth.
Sorry if the grammer or writing is bad, I'm a little new to fanfic writing,it may feel a little rushed and short, feel free to give me advice, Enjoy <3
Credits to @strangergraphics-archive for the line divider and @mochikofi for the idea to write a fic
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A silent Meadow, filled with colorful flowers, the ruins of some ancient fort sits in the center lost to time... The rest of the party had run off somewhere....
The elf was sitting on a piece of fallen rubble, examining a small blue flower and various other plants she picked up on the way
Himmel walked up to the elf, taking a deep breath. After much time debating with himself he had made up his mind, he coughed to get her attention. she was caught off guard and stood up turning to him
"Hm? Is something wrong, Himmel?"
"Nothing... I wanted to give you something"
He placed a flower crown on her head. She tilted her head in confusion, letting out a small "Huh?", She looked at the flower crown on her head and smiled, reaching out her hand to his hair with the blue flower...
As soon as the flower came in contact with his hair, small vines grew from it, intertwined with eachother and more of the flower sprouted all tangled into a small flower crown
He was quite suprised and in awe, the flower looked like blue-moon weed, his favourite flower which used to grow in his hometown, before he could reply, she spoke with a soft smile
"Thank you, for the flowers, they're quite beautiful"
"your welcome, afterall the flowers I pick are the most beautiful"
His voice was smug, but inside he was a mess, he wanted to confess all that he felt for her through the years but he still hesitated, he could feel his face turn hot everytime he looked into her eyes....She noticed something was wrong with him, she reached up to touch his forehead to check for a fever
"Are you feeling okay? your forehead is warm..."
"I-I'm fine!.... really...."
He grew red at the contact, she tilted her head in concern, removing her hand
"Are you sure?... Did you touch any poisonous plants?"
"Wha- No!! I'm fine... look I want to confess something...."
He hesitated before looking at her, holding eye contact, she looked concerned about him
"You do know you can tell me anything... "
He sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder
"Look,..... I... I may have come to develop feelings for you... I love you, okay? For a few years now, More than a friend, a party member, Anything!"
She froze as if all time had stopped, her face faltered, no response...
"Hey!... Please just give me a answer, I'll take it no matter what..."
his tone was desperate, almost pleading her just for a single word, his heart filled with anticipation
She simply looked at the ground and took a deep breath
"....Himmel... you know how this will go right?.... "
"I don't understand... What do you mean?..."
He was confused, looking at her for an explanation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of.... Dread
"Himmel... you're a human, I'm a elf... Time passes way differently for the both of us... I live for thousands of decades if not centuries, while you get a couple more decades, and I'm on the constant move, you wouldn't be able to keep up with me as you grow old while I still stay the same...."
He felt a pang of hurt in his chest as you say those words. he had never thought about that before, the fact that elves lived so much longer than humans, and that he had such a short life in comparison...
"....if we get together... It's going to be full of hardships...."
He listened to her words, he was determined...he knew of the hardships that would come with being in a relationship with you, but he couldn't help but to be selfish... Afterall he loved her, truly
"But... I know, I know it's going to be tough... but I dont care... l dont care about the hardship..
He took a step closer to her
I just... I just want to be with you, no matter what..."
He stepped forward holding her hand, looking at her in the eye, his tone sincere
"...even though it's going to be quite a hard time?"
"I dont care how hard it's going to be...I would go through any hardship, just to be with you..."
He nodded his head, his determination evident in his eyes. he spoke firmly and surely
She considered it for a moment
"If you are truly ready for it... I'm willing to give this a try.... I'll love you as much as it hurts me to watch you wither away with time...."
"It doesn't matter... as long as I get to spend whatever time I have left with you… I'll live happily knowing you love me...."
he could hear the sorrow in your voice, and his heart ached at the thought of the time that you would have to live without him
She looked up at him with a smile
"It may be a small time for me, to you it's a life time..."
He held her hand against his chest
"every moment I spend with you, no matter how short it is, it’s worth everything to me…"
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ellitx · 10 months ago
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art belongs to @godwkgodwk
𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 3 【dom! venti x female! reader x dom! himmel】
status: ongoing
warning: contains NSFW content
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‣ 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒
‣ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠
‣ 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡
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idyllcy · 15 days ago
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trick or treat - professor!simon riley x professor!reader
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"Trick or treat." Simon holds out two hands to his TA during the lecture, both fists closed as the TA picks one, and Simon unwraps the paper.
"Trick."
The door at the front slams open as you rush in with the nurse outfit on, pyramid head in hand as you pull at the sheet and replace it with the mask, patting Simon's chest twice as you rush off with a wave. The sheet follows after with you as Simon tilts his head up. The robe that wraps around his torso leaves little for imagination as a couple of the students start staring immediately.
"Happy Halloween." He hums. "As mentioned in the syllabus, if you dressed up, drop by to the front after lecture or send me a email of what you're dressed as for extra credit. We'll end class a little early today, but the lesson is relatively simple. We're starting the first part of fear in war." He takes off the helmet. "Let's get started."
After class, a handful of students ask for photos with him, and he notes down the names of those who dressed up, chatting with a handful of students before you head in to start your lecture after his, grinning from under your costume as Simon pinches your waist and pulls you next to him.
"Your students are gonna be oogling."
"Says the one whose biceps are literally bulging." You click through the desktop and connect yours, waving bye to Simon's students as yours start filing in through the front.
"Alright, that's it for today. If you have any questions, email me. If not, then have a lovely hallowEEN—" you yelp as Simon throws you over his shoulder, your stuff packed with one hand as you hit him, telling him to put you down.
Your students absolutely lose it.
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aelius29 · 1 month ago
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Journey's End
Pairings: Elf Wednesday x Hero Fem reader
Part 2/???
If you didn't read the first story. This is the link of Part 1
Reminders: This is an A.U. A version from anime called Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. So their personalities will be mix up and including their appearance.
For example: Like Wednesday, she has a white hair and green eyes while Fem reader has blue eyes and h/c.
Yoko was a half dwarf and Enid was a human being Priestess.
A/n: I hope you guys enjoy this story.✨
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Third P.O.V.
"Mage Wednesday Adamus."
"Hero Y/n Celest."
"Priestess Enid Amilair."
"Warrior Yoko Tana."
The king's words echo through the square, the crowd of citizens listening intently to his pronouncement. The king proclaimed in turn, before continuing.
"You've done well defeating the demon king. A peaceful era will know dawn upon this world."
The citizens let out cries of joy upon hearing the king's words, clearly ecstatic at the realization that the age of strife had finally come to an end.
Wednesday P.O.V.
We are now walking in the plaza, having just departed from the castle.
"It appears that the King intends to commission statues of us for display in this very plaza," Y/n states.
I acknowledge with a nod, my face betraying no hint of the tumult of emotions swirling within me.
"Indeed, the King did mention such a plan," I respond, my voice maintaining an even and imperturbable tone. "Such a way of recognizing one's contributions is rather strange, I must remark."
"well, I have strong doubts on whether or not they'll be able to faithfully reproduce a handsome woman like me though. HAHAHAHA." y/n reply as she laugh.
Indeed, Y/N's beauty was undeniable. Her striking blue eyes and her (messy short hair/hijab/her long hair/curly hair, etc.) somehow combined to form an captivating image that drew me in more than I cared to admit.
"Yes, it would indeed be quite a challenge for any sculptor to do justice to a visage of such captivating charm and perfection," I concede.
Y/n laughs heartily, clearly enjoying my dry humor.
"Oh, absolutely," she says, her voice dripping with false modesty. "I have no doubt they'll manage to capture my humble perfection flawlessly. It'll be like looking in a mirror."
"Oh, of course," I reply dryly. "How could any mere mortal sculptor possibly hope to capture the absolute flawless beauty that you possess? It's a futile endeavor, really."
I roll my eyes, but I can't help a small smirk from forming on my lip. Her exaggerated modesty is irritating, yet weirdly endearing at the same time.
Y/n gives an exaggerated curtsy, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Why, thank you," she says, feigning a look of mock surprise. "I had no idea you thought so highly of my appearance."
I huff out a small huff of amusement, but I quickly regain my composure.
"I doubt anyone has ever thought lowly of your appearance," I retort. "Your beauty is quite... noticeable."
As we banter back and forth, I can't help but wonder yet again why this woman, with her irritatingly charismatic demeanor, has such an inexplicable effect on me. It's maddening.
Suddenly, enid interrupt us.
"Now now. Wednesday. We can drink alcohol for free now, so is that more than enough?" Enid spoke this time as she's holding a mug of beer. Ironically she's a priestess.
I glance at Enid, raising an eyebrow at her suggestion.
"You just can't resist a free drink, can you, Enid?" I say in a dry tone, already knowing the answer.
Enid grins unrepentantly, shrugging with feigned innocence.
"What can I say? It's a perk of the job," she replies, her tone light. "Plus, it would be a crime not to take advantage of the King's generosity."
"You corrupt priestess." I replied dryly.
Enid just laughs at my comment, unbothered by my bluntness.
"Guilty as charged!" Enid replies with a shrug and a cheeky grin. "But can you blame me? Free drinks and a priestess salary? I'm practically living the dream."
I roll my eyes once again at her carefree demeanor, but there's a hint of amusement in my expression.
"You know, one day your habit of drinking and carefree attitude might get you into trouble," I can't help but add, a hint of warning in my voice.
Enid just waves off my comment with a dismissive gesture.
"Oh, please. Where's the fun in being a priestess if I have to worry about getting into trouble?" she replies cheekily. "Besides, I know how to handle myself. I'll be fine."
I shake my head, knowing that arguing with her is futile. Enid has always been carefree and wild, even when we first meet.
"Whatever you say," I say with a hint of resignation. "But don't come crying to me when something inevitably goes wrong."
As we continue walking, yoko spoke this time. "It's all over, huh?"
"Yes it is. This marks the end of our journey." Y/n said.
"Ten years, hmm? A lot of happened in that time has it not?" Enid said in thoughtful while she's holding a jag of beer.
I give a contemplative nod, acknowledging the gravity of our shared experience. Despite the fact that our adventure feels like it has lasted only a few weeks, I am keenly aware that it has been a significant span of time given the vast differences in the lifespans of elves, dwarf and humans.
"Even on the day if departure, Y/n and yoko going to be executed for being impertinent to the King." Enid think before she giggled.
I roll my eyes at Enid's remark, but there is a hint of exhaustion in the gesture.
"Please, let's not start with that again," I say, my tone carrying a hint of weariness. "There's no need to bring up the fact that we all would have been executed by the King on the day of our departure. I'd rather not dwell on that unpleasant memory."
Y/n gave an amused chuckle, clearly not bothered by the reminder.
"Oh, come on, Wednesday," she says with a smirk. "Where's your sense of drama? I think being executed for impertinence kind of fits our story, don't you think?"
I shoot her a disapproving glare, but can't help but feel a pang of amusement at her unflappable attitude.
Then Y/n added in amused in her tone, "There were also times when Enid would be totally useless after getting a hangover, hm?"
"And that would happen to her once every week." Yoko added.
I can't help but let out a weary sigh at the mention of Enid's tendency to overindulge in alcohol. It's a habit of hers that I have grown accustomed to over the years.
"I swear, that girl has the liver of a dragon," I comment dryly. "It boggles the mind how she manages to function in the morning after such excesses."
Enid merely gave a sheepish grin, seemingly unrepentant.
"What can I say? A girl has her vices," she replied, sipping her beer unflapped.
Yoko shakes her head with a fond smile. "You truly are incorrigible, Enid."
It becomes apparent that I possess a greater level of proficiency in our current moment, so I respond as such.
"On that note, I was outstanding —" suddenly I was cut off.
"Wednesday. We considered leaving you behind when you got gobbled by a mimic." Yoko remind it.
I let out a small scoff at Yoko's reminder, recalling the less than favorable incident in question.
"Yes, that was...unfortunate," I admit, my tone grudging. "But it was a momentary lapse in judgment, and I rectified the situation quite efficiently, if I do say so myself."
Enid couldn't help but laugh at the comment.
"Don't sugarcoat it, Wednesday. You got completely owned by a mimic," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And I seem to recall you screaming like a little girl when it swallowed you whole."
"To clarify, I am not exerting these high-pitched exclamations out of torment," I responded with my characteristic deadpan tone. "Rather, I am expressing my surprise at not encountering Grim Reaper." I added, injecting a touch of dry humor into my words.
Yoko chuckled, clearly amused by my explanation.
"Oh, of course. Because it's completely normal to scream in a non-agony way when faced with the prospect of meeting Mr. Death, right?" she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Enid snorted in agreement, her laughter growing heartier as she struggled to contain herself.
"Geez.. it seems we've only ever had ridiculous memories. But still it was fun. I'm glad I could adventure with you all." Y/n said as she grinning towards us.
"Yes.. it is." Enid smiles.
"It was short though." I simple said it.
"Short? What do you mean? It was ten years, you know?" Y/n reply as she shook her head. Then she goes beside to Enid.
"Look at Enid. She's totally reaching that age. Pitifully."
Enid gives Y/n a playful swat on the arm, a hint of mock indignation in her eyes.
"Hey, I'm not old yet, you know!" she protests, though she can't completely suppress a laugh.
Yoko joins in the teasing, her smirk widening.
"Oh come on, Enid. We all know you're reaching that ripe old age where you need regular naps and plenty of anti-aging creams."
"How rude." Enid reply as she roll her eyes.
"She's been like that since the beginning hasn't she?" I comment.
Y/n grins cheekily, clearly enjoying the banter.
"Oh, and don't forget the grey hairs. I can already see them sprouting on her head."
Enid huffs in mock irritation, her hands flying to her hair in a protective gesture.
"Hey! I still have plenty of years before I start getting grey hairs, you know! And also I'm practically younger than you in one year!"
Y/n and Yoko both laughed loudly at Enid's reaction, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of her.
"It won't be long now will it?" Yoko said
But then our conversation stop as we saw the sky. After all it was night time. The meteor shower.
We all fell silent as we lifted our gazes towards the night sky, utterly enthralled by the breathtaking sight unfolding above us. The heavens were clear, and the meteor shower was at its zenith, with streaks of light streaking across the sky like a celestial cascade.
A reverent hush enveloped our group, each of us too entranced by the mesmerizing display to utter a word.
"The 'Era Meteor' I believe they where called." Enid suddenly piped up in response.
"A meteor shower that happens once every 50 years." Y/n added.
"A perfect beginning of peaceful era." she concluded, her words suffused with a sense of wonder.
I caught the whispered words spilling from her lips as she continued to gaze fixedly at the sky. "How majestic..."
I continued to stare up at the sky, my thoughts wandering as I watched the meteors streak across the darkness.
"It's hard to see in this town, isn't it?" I asked them suddenly.
"There people having a moment. Try to reading a mood." Y/n rolled her eyes, amused by my bluntness.
Enid chuckled softly, shaking her head.
"Wednesday, your timing could use some work," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone.
Yoko gave a light-hearted giggle, clearly unsurprised by my bluntness.
"In that case," I address them, "Fifty years hence, I am certain of a locale where we shall witness an even more breathtaking spectacle. Therefore, I shall take it upon myself to guide you all there."
Enid's grin widens, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
"Oh? Planning ahead for our future get-togethers, are you?" she teases.
Yoko laughs softly, her gaze thoughtful. "Fifty years from now, huh? Sounds like an adventure worth looking forward to."
I discern the soft sound of Y/n's giggles, and my gaze meets with the fondness that dances across her features.
"What?" I query, my voice tinged with curiosity.
She responds with a tender smile, "Oh, it's nothing, Wednesday."
The way she looked at me, with that familiar gaze and the sparkle in her eyes, made me realize how captivating she truly was.
It was as if all her natural beauty suddenly intensified, her eyes resembling the mesmerizing blue hue of the elegant blue moon flower. It was almost enchanting.
I couldn't help but respond to her smile with a small, almost imperceptible one of my own. There was something about her that made me feel a mix of comfort and a sense of kinship, as if we shared a secret that only the two of us knew.
"And yes, let's watched together." she added, her eyes now fixated on the heavens above.
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"I too shall bid you all farewell for now." I responded, my gaze lingering upon each of my companions in turn.
"What are your plans upon parting ways?" Y/n inquired, although she was already aware of my intentions.
"I shall persist in my pursuit of arcane knowledge, with the aim of exploring the central provinces for the next century," I informed her calmly.
"Ah, the pursuit of knowledge. Always a worthy endeavor for you, isn’t it?" Y/n chuckled, her expression amused.
Enid snickered, clearly not surprised by my declaration. "Of course, of course. You and your love for knowledge."
Yoko's eyes flickered with understanding. "The Central Provinces, eh? That's a vast region to explore. But if anyone can handle it, it's definitely you, Wednesday."
I gave a slight nod, acknowledging Yoko's words. "Indeed, the Central Provinces offer a wealth of knowledge to be discovered. I look forward to delving into its libraries and manuscripts for as long as I can manage."
Upon uttering those words, I turn my back and begin to stride away, deliberately averting my gaze from my companions as I do so.
"Hey, you're not even going to say goodbye?" Enid called out in a half-hearted protest.
Yoko chuckled, used to my aloof demeanor. "You know that's just how Wednesday rolls."
I halted my footsteps but didn't look back, offering a simple response over my shoulder.
"There's no need for farewells. This isn’t a final goodbye. We will meet again." I was about to walk but...
"Wednesday..."
Hearing Y/N's voice calling out to me, I paused in my steps for a moment, though I did not turn around to face her.
"Your promise to come back to me, right?"
The weight of her question weighed heavily on me, and I knew that my response would hold great importance to her. I stood there silently for a few moments, not wanting to give a hollow assurance without truly understanding what she was asking of me.
After a long pause, I turned around to face her, my gaze steady and resolute.
"Yes," I said, my voice firm and unwavering. "I assure you, I will come back to you."
The certainty in my voice left no room for doubt or speculation, and I could see the relief and hope in Y/N's eyes, her shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted from them.
I held Y/N's gaze for a few moments longer, silently conveying the seriousness and determination behind my words.
Then, without another word, I turned around and continued walking away, knowing that I had given her the assurance she had been seeking.
A part of me was reluctant to leave, the desire to stay by her side growing stronger as I put distance between us. But, I knew that I had a greater mission to fulfill, and I could not let my emotions interfere with my duty.
I could feel their eyes on my back, probably exchanging glances but I kept my gaze forward. There was no need for a grandiose farewell. We all knew our paths would cross again, and that was enough.
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Enid responds with a soft, amused tone, "It seems, Wednesday was really have a soft spot on you, y/n. Even that Elven emotions are somewhat elusive to us humans, doesn't it?"
Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of warmth and playfulness.
"Well, Wednesday has always been a unique individual, to say the least," she said with a fond smile. "And you're right, her elven emotions are often difficult for us to decipher. But there are moments when her true feelings shine through, despite her cold exterior."
Enid gave a small smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"And I have a hunch that those moments are more frequent when she's around you," she teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Yoko chuckled and chimed in, her grin widening.
"Oh, absolutely. I've seen it myself - the way Wednesday's eyes soften just a bit when she looks at you. It's almost imperceptible, but it's there."
"I agree," Y/n responds softly, a hint of amusement in her voice, "but it appears that Wednesday herself has yet to acknowledge her own feelings."
Unable to suppress a gentle giggle, she adds, "It will likely take her several years to fully comprehend."
Enid and Yoko nodded in agreement, their grins widening.
Enid chuckled and said, "Oh, I don't have any doubt about that. Wednesday is stubborn as hell. She'll probably deny it to the end of the world before admitting her true feelings."
Yoko chimed in with a smirk. "But we all know the truth, don't we? It's only a matter of time before she realizes it herself."
Y/N smiled softly, a hint of affection in her eyes.
"Yes, it will take time, but I'm confident she will come to acknowledge her feelings in her own time," she said. "After all, sometimes the most stubborn individuals only need a little push and patience to unlock their true emotions."
Enid and Yoko exchanged a knowing grin, both silently agreeing on the truth of Y/N's words.
"Well, I hope she comes to her senses soon," Enid said with a playful huff. "It's getting tiring watching her try to hide her feelings all the time."
"And hopefully, we'll be there to witness it when she finally does," Yoko said, her voice low and filled with amusement.
Y/n, her curiosity piqued, mutters quietly to herself, "Just how long has our dear Wednesday been alive, I wonder?"
"Even if fifty years or a hundred years pass, It's probably just another day to her." she added, a hint of wonder in her voice.
Next Soon... Part 3 ✨
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thoughtssvt · 8 months ago
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i want to find a love like himmel's ( ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )
please don't hate me if i write the slowest burn nanami x reader loosely based on himmel and frieren 😭
like nanami and himmel are two of the most greenest flags in anime and nanami always gave off this vibe of old love. wait i may cry
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estrella-zoe39 · 5 months ago
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i love dumping random shit onto my tumblr anyway weird discussion of the most random fandoms combined go! mostly discuses love as core themes of stories.
i think my favourite pieces of media are those that just dont make sense if you dont view them as a love story. i came across this discovery as i was watching code geass ep 17 when lulu goes insane when he realises the one thing thats in his way is also the person he trusts completely. there is no other genuine explanation other than love for the reasoning of his reaction in that scene. with shirley he had this mellow yet sorrowful reaction when he realised he couldnt be with her anymore. not saying there wasnt a part of him that didnt love her but with suzaku? he goes berserk. whatever he felt couldnt have happened if he didnt love suzaku.
other good examples of this are frieren, orv, and house. there are more my brain is just kinda fried rn and i think these three are good examples of like. varying levels of how explicit the message is. (theyre all obvious af tho)
ill start with frieren because i think if youve even like. heard about it youll know but himmel and frierens relationship really is the core of like the entire story. a boy who loved too soon and a girl who loved too late. frieren just isnt. frieren when you take that away. frieren at its like core is about love you cant just remove that because then the story wouldnt be the same it probably wouldnt even exist!!! and im sure everyone knows this its just surprising how frieren isnt officially a romance manga considering its entire premise
another example is orv which is a bit harder to know if youve only read the webtoon. orvs story just wouldnt exist if hsy didnt love kdj. if she didnt write yjh and then kdj wouldve died, plain and simple. and if kdj didnt love the story back then he wouldve also died. hsy, yjh, and kdj at their core are their love for each other. hsy spent 12 years writing a book everyday just for kdj to keep on living and in kaizenix she waited 50 years for him. yjh spent the entirety of orv learning how to love from kdj, through fighting alongside him, through protecting him, through seeing him die, even when he learned he wasnt real he still believed him, and in the end yjh was the one who let kdj be known in every universe. his mission was something that he only could brave through if he loved kdj. and he did. speaking of kdj, i think its very obvious to everyone but his self-sacrificial nature is due to him only knowing that as a love language. something else is how without kdjs love, orv also just wouldnt exist. if his love for twsa, for the chars, for STORIES, didnt exist, he wouldnt be alive. if he didnt keep on molding twsa, to be alongside every yjh and co, to suggest new plot points, he wouldve never came to love it.
onto my last example, house. now i think you gotta be a very specific type of person to catch them (its called not being homophobic) but man are house and wilson like. house the show itself. their love defines the show, from the first scene to the last. he only took that first case which started everything because of wilson. half of his stupid antics are because of wilson. his love starts and ends at wilson because he knows wilson will be the one person who will always be there consistently for him. because no matter what happens, like house getting sent to trial by tritter, or house failing to save amber, they will be together, whether they want to or not. so when wilson is diagnosed with cancer, he breaks. the one person who he thought would always be there for him. isnt. in fact, he'll die first. and so, he does everything. he listens to wilsons stupid fucking ideas because he needs wilson to be there for him, he needs wilson at his grave, not him at wilsons. thats why he gives everything to wilson, his vicodin, his attention, and even his life. the only reason he dies is so he can be with wilson. none of this actions can be done without love in them, absolutely none. i think my favourite quote of them is "if house chops down a tree, and wilson isnt around to hear it, did it really fall?" it just sums up their stupid, needy, insane, and romantic dynamic so much.
all of these pieces of media need love in them to be them, so i hope ive loved them more than they could ever want, despite some of their flaws 🩷🩷🩷
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blooming-cecilia · 1 year ago
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catboy bard brainrot in my head for DAYS courtesy of @cinnabell2, so i'm feeding all of us
it's no secret he's a clingy lil kitty, but it's more inconvenient when he's shifted... goodluck trying to get out of that one!!
(self indulgent ones utc + a lil smth for u cinna hehe)
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For a guy that managed to put the reader to sleep at a very consistent time (at 8 pm), he sure is kinda careless.
Like, Simon, my dude. Are you aware that one of the most important rules of railing your crush while they're asleep is not leaving marks (as well as not cumming inside of them)?
And use your own tissues, man. Throw them tissues in your own trash bin. You can't leave evidence. You're already making them sore and now you're using up their tissues? So inconsiderate. At least use a wet towel to wipe them off so that there's less lingering scent.
[TW: implied non-con, somno, stalking, horror]
There's something strange going on in your apartment.
It had been going on for a while, but you've only noticed it recently.
Your sleeping schedule wasn't healthy per se, but there'd be the time when you felt so sleepy, you almost passed out on your way to the bed.
At first you suspected it was the calming tea you bought, but the drowsiness still came, even when you drank something else.
It happened at the same hour, too. Because the moment you hit the bed, you saw the same exact numbers on your clock.
8:00 PM
You rarely had a dreamless night, but somehow you always did when it happened. It's almost like you're sleeping like a rock, only to wake up, feeling groggy, and strangely sore.
Your neck was hurt, your shoulders were tense, and your hips felt like they'd been bruised.
Sometimes you found some strange bruises on your body. When you took a shower, you saw one in your inner arm. And later one, you discovered more on your inner thighs. You weren't that reckless to get a bruise in such places, so it was very confusing at that time.
Of course you've checked yourself to the doctor, but the result was nothing out of the ordinary, so there's nothing you should be afraid of. Though the doctor said it's possible that you've been sleepwalking, which would explain most of the odd things that's been happening.
After a night of heavy sleep, you woke up to find something that's out of place. You swore you didn't use that much tissues, but somehow they filled up your bin. You vaguely recalled putting your phone beside the pillow, but you found it on the nightstand the next morning.
One time, you felt so sleepy after a bath, that you didn't pay attention to your clothes. But you knew you had your shirt right, so why did you find it backward the next day?
There was a lingering smell that was foreign to you. It's almost like a musk, but not strong enough to be distinct. So you shrugged it off and thought of it as the remnant of your sweat. Which, you didn't know why you did, but you sweat a lot that night.
One or a few times, you stirred from your sleep and found yourself unable to move. All your limbs were heavy, as if something was weighing you down. And when you slept on your stomach, you often felt restrained, as if a large snake had wrapped itself around you.
It should've been obvious to you that something was wrong. Something was off about your apartment.
The first time you had a hunch was the moment you saw the CCTV of your floor. It was when you lost your spare key for the second time, and the security asked you to fill the form at the office. There were multiple screens in that place, which monitored each floor of the building. You glanced at the section of your floor, and saw your neighbor entering his room. The blond man has a room right across you, on the right side from the lift.
When you came to your floor, you noticed the security camera at the end of the hall was pointing at the lift. You looked back to the closing door, before your eyes went back to the small black dome on the ceiling, staring at the red dot.
It didn't click in your mind that something's off. Which you blissfully ignored as you stepped into your nightmare.
That night, you fell on the bed with your top only. Because you didn't have the energy to put on the rest of your clothes. And when you rose up from sleep the next day, you felt a cramp in your stomach. Your hip was so sore that you had trouble walking.
That's when you began to suspect something.
You had no idea what it was, but there was something in your apartment.
You tried to stake out for the night—once or twice every week, but nothing happened. Nothing was off about your room. You did doze off on one of the nights, but you didn't wake up sore the next morning. You're just�� a little cold.
That was three days ago, and now you're preparing for another night.
You're drinking a glass of water when you glance at the clock. It's 7:58 PM, and it shouldn't be long before the lethargy seeps in. You finish the drink before you put the glass down on the table.
Yet it slips out of your hand before you could place it.
The glass rolls away under your bed, and you try to search with your hand, before you kneel down by the bed.
The sleepiness has taken effect on you, and you almost fall on your face when you try to peek into the darkness.
It's hard to get your eyes to focus, as you squint your eyes to locate the glass. It's near the hand of a mannequin, and you reach out to get it from under your bed.
But the hand is warm to touch when your knuckles brush against it. It was… too warm… too veiny for a mannequin.
It's not until its finger twitches, that you're hit with a delayed warning.
You don't own a mannequin.
Your body stumbles backward, as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream. In your mind, you were shrieking, it should be loud enough to alert the neighbors. Yet what comes from your mouth is a whimper.
You scramble to get on your feet, but the floor feels like sinking sand whenever you take a step.
The door is heavy when you pull it, before your knees give up, and force you to crawl into the small gap. The skid sound of your skin is drowned by the ringing of your ears, further disorienting you from getting to the front door.
Yet the moment you're close to the exit, your body collapses under its own weight. You fall flat on your stomach, with your eyes threatening to close at any time, pulling you down to your slumber.
You stretch your hand towards the door, which is a useless attempt since you can't reach the handle. The world seems to grow bigger, while you just turn smaller and smaller.
A heavy footstep awakens you from your daze, and you muster your energy to drag yourself away. Though it's no avail, since you can no longer feel your limbs.
And right before you succumb to your sleep, a pair of hands slip under your arms, before pulling you up with ease. You whine as his arms find their way around you, caging you with his strong embrace.
As your consciousness slips away, you hear him murmur something before everything goes dark.
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nicarnelian · 4 months ago
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furever with kaji!
₊˚⊹ featuring: kaji ren x gn! reader
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₊˚⊹ summary: when you bring a cat to kaji’s apartment and ask his help in making a decent home for the feline, every request must come with an equivalent reward. for kaji, he thinks kisses are sufficient compensations to your requisition.
₊˚⊹ word count: 1.5k
₊˚⊹ warnings: tooth-rotting cringe fluff, grammar errors!
₊˚⊹ author’s note: binged frieren yesterday, and himmel and frieren occupied my mind, lived on it, rent free 24/7 for the past days! i’m also rewatching 86, bc shinlena are my ogs! anw, enjoy this kaji fic w cats bc i love cats (this is a shameless self-insert fic, if i think abt it) ;)))
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kaji ren finds cats tolerable. well, actually, he considers them insignificant to his daily life, so he does not particularly hate them. the only moments where he would come into interaction with those little felines are when the townspeople would either ask him a favor, such as by catching them or feeding them, or when those cats would rub themselves on his feet and legs.
he doesn’t find them annoying though; he actually consider cats something that helps him calm down, shifting his attention to the little furry animals begging for rubs and pats, rather than the rowdy environment that encircled him. but, there were also times when the cats bite him out of affection, and kaji, knowing the person that he is, screams at the animal. afterwards, kaji would flinch as he watches the cat run away from him, feeling guilty as he looks down at the small strands of fur left on his pants.
after a couple of cat interactions, it would take probably another month or two when he would interact or touch a cat properly. all of these cat memories of kaji were brought up by the current situation between the two of you.
the second you knock on his apartment’s wood door, kaji unlocks it, knowing that you would be visiting him. he missed you, even though you do see each other after classes and during weekends. kaji has gotten clingy with you — the type of clingy that continues to seek the presence of the other, the type that opt to hear your voice rather than casual texts on the flat surface of his phone. but now, he kinda regrets opening the door for you. his gaze travels all around your figure, until it stops at a pint-sized, black and white animal that you hug near your chest.
he looks directly at your eyes, “why the hell is that in your arms?”
the both of you stand motionless, as no one dared to break eye contact. you wear a dumb smile on your lips as you giggle at your boyfriend’s statement. you lightly pet the small animal that leans into your touch. “it’s a kitten!”
“i know it’s a damned cat, but why the hell are you here, bringing a kitten in my apartment?!” kaji could not control the volume of his voice properly, causing him to step back as he realizes what he had done to you. you see the guilt in his eyes spreading, as if afraid of the possibility that he might have hurt you from his words. you quickly give a light smile to reassure him, letting him know it’s alright and he didn’t hurt you in any way with his words.
“well, i didn’t know where to bring it! the landlady at my place doesn’t like pets, so here i am!” you continue giving him that beaming grin of yours. kaji finds you insufferable — the way these walls he had built since he was a child quickly dwindle into nothingness when you forced yourself into his life, with that stupid, witless, yet stunningly delicate smile.
kaji notices how your face contorts to ever single emotion possible — from how your eyebrows furrow in seriousness to annoyance whenever you do your assignments , and how they quickly crumple to relief whenever he says the simplest of motivational quotes that he most probably looked up online since he was new to interacting like this.
in months of dating you, he wanted to know everything about you albeit being impossible — but, he was the type to make any possibility a reality. months into your relationship, he has put into immense effort into knowing you, and you reciprocated such actions from your boyfriend. and, it’s safe to say that both of you are still staying strong after almost a year of being with him.
you welcome yourself into his room, which kaji did not mind since he will always think that whatever that is his is also yours. you settle the cat on his chair, much to his dismay though. “hey! it’ll leave random fur!”
you pout at him, “i just need a box and some discarded fabric to make him a home for the meantime. you have some?” kaji knows how much you love cats, which is why he completely abides by your requests. but, of course, every request comes with a equal reward.
“i have some boxes and i plan to throw away some of my clothes…” he mumbles. you extend your hands at him, like a child asking for candy. kaji smirks.
he walks towards your direction, closing the distance as he draws his face near yours. you flinch at his actions due to how sudden and unpredictable kaji has become. you place your hands on his chest involuntarily, as your eyes lock on his pair of gray eyes as well. “w-what is it…?”
kaji doesn’t crack a smile, but instead, pouts. his index finger points towards the skin of his right cheek. you watch him tilt his head, as if showing the skin to you, and the words he uttered were something you had not even expect to hear in a thousand years. “k-kiss.”
you blink at him, as you could see the tips of his ears reddening from what he asked. he just asked… for a kiss? kaji ren? the boy who had always told you that you were insufferable was asking for a kiss?
“w-what?”
kaji’s face fumes into a shade of red, “n-nothing! never mind what i said, c’mere! as f-far as i remember, some of the b-boxes were underneath my bed! i’ll search for—“ kaji blabbers and stammers all over his words. am i going crazy? he, himself, could not believe he had just asked that from you.
kaji gasps when you clasp his entire face with your hands and peck the location of his cheeks that he was pointing earlier. he grabs your wrists as you continue littering his face with soft kisses. kaji feels like his world is spinning, his mind cloudy, his heart thumping so fast and his face burning red already.
you give him a final peck on his lips and smirk, “awww… are you perhaps kiss-deprived, ren? but don’t worry, i’ll kiss you anytime you want!” you beam at him, after seeing his flushed face. kaji doesn’t respond, which makes you somewhat worried.
“ren?”
his eyes stare at his room’s wooden floor, shoulders moving up and down. his bangs cover his eyes, leading you to simply call out his name multiple times until he slowly brings his gaze upwards to yours. you nervously chuckle at him, trying to break the silence between you both as he bores his eyes into you. “ren…?” you smile cautiously.
“you’re insufferable.” and, he closes the distance between your faces, kissing you harshly. it’s certainly not comparable to this kisses you’ve given him earlier, soft and teasing — his kiss is hungry, as if he’s deprived of water and your mouth is the sole salvation. it’s filthy and rough, but you fondle his lips with equal greediness.
you place your hands on both of his shoulders, balancing yourself at the height of the moment between you and kaji. you feel his tongue grazing your lips. he wraps his arms around your waist, one hand casually roaming your body until his fingers tangle with your hair and push you closer to him. it feels like forever — kissing him in a room that just encapsulates who he is: his scent, his mark, his hands that hold you tightly but not too tight, his eyes that only look at you. the entirety of kaji ren being yours and you being his feels like forever to you.
“meow!”
the both of you stop, heads snapping at the cat already purring at your entangled limbs. it’s almost involuntary how both you and kaji stare at each other and laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck. you feel his forehead press against yours as he whispers, “‘m sorry.”
“for what?” you lean your forehead against his. “nothing, just felt like it. since, you know, accidentally raised my voice on you earlier.” kaji smiles as his head finally drops to the intersection of your neck and shoulders, planting soft kisses on the bare skin.
you ruffle his head, “‘s fine. i know you didn’t mean it.” he hums in response to you.
“but for now, you have to help me make this cat’s home! i’ve given you lotsa kisses earlier, so i expect more help from you!” you poke his cheek, trying to force him to look at you. you wriggle away from his embrace, and kaji finally whispers in response to your statement.
“‘m willing to do anything for your kisses. i’m glad to do more even.” kaji smirks at you, causing you to smack his shoulder and ultimately breaking the hug. you’re glad that he’s finally trying to open up more, to talk more. you watch as he kneel towards the cat and let the cat sniff his fingers — a small introduction between kaji and the cat.
you want to savor the moment, and sure you do, because being with kaji ren feels like forever.
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gremlingottoosilly · 10 months ago
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Bouquet of (lego)Wildflowers(Loser!Yan!Konig x fem!Reader)
After you fell into somewhat of a routine in your captivity, Konig decided to bring you something nice to sweeten the pill. One time when he didn't got it right, and the second time where he got everything just where he wanted.
Details count: 3356 AO3 TW and Tags: Dub-con/Non-con, age gap, size difference, kidnapping, awkward colonel Konig, nerd Konig, hurt/comfort, Konig's POV(mostly), awkward German, yandere Konig, dry humping.
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Courting a woman is hard and meticulous process. 
First, you have to acquire a woman – preferably from a space that she goes to often, so you can immediately dissect whether she is right for you or not. Don’t go for a party girl if you can barely move in a dance and your liver isn’t the one of college athletes. Don’t go for a bookworm if you want your future wife(and this is also an important step, don’t be mistaken) to be able to put you in your place and then drink half a bottle of vodka. After you decide that the woman is, for sure, your type and you would be able to live with her for the foreseeable future, you need to step in for courting. And if you’re the type to zoom out during a conversation and stare at her hair(at least not her breasts, you’re already doing so good, you can have a cookie and a few war crimes for free), then your chances to court her properly are already slim. You’d be lucky if she wouldn’t call security to escort you out of the fine establishment you met her in. Even acquiring a name would be hopeless in this situation. 
So, what are the next steps in getting a woman if you’re a 6’10 Austrian mercenary(a colonel at that) with almost 0 social skills besides yelling at recruits and taunting his enemies, and your callsign is also literally König, to make matters worse? You kidnap a woman, of course. 
The problem is – König has done all of that. You and he obviously have the same interests, you are definitely his type, and there is no barriers between the two of you – you are literally sitting in his basement. Yet, he can’t quite seem to capture your heart. Your body didn’t stand an issue – if he wanted to, he’d fuck you every night and turn you into his personal fucktoy, all adorable and helpless…but he doesn’t want this. Not right now. Well, he probably does want to fuck you in every possible position, but he can wait. Can try to wait, at least. God, you deserve all the waiting. 
He tried to bring you food. Nice food, fancy food. Sweets. 
*** — What is this? You sit on the small mat in the basement – König promised he’d bring you a proper bed, but then he started to think that you’d get scared about staying in the basement for so long instead of wanting to get out and sleep in a nice bedroom, so he eventually decided to just let you sleep on a mat. Your knees are curled to your chest and you look like the prettiest thing out there. He doesn’t want to scare you, but it takes everything in him to not just scoop you in his arms like an unruly cat. He doesn’t want to be creepy, but, he is already keeping a captive younger woman in the basement of his house. It’s hard not to be creepy in a situation like this, right? He doesn’t want to, but…a lot of things are out of control right now. Well, not you – you’re in his control. Under it, so to say. Unfortunately, not under his body – not yet, at least, as much as he’d love to. König is trying to be patient, but then you tilt your head to the side and… She is so adorable, oh god, I can’t, Himmell, she is the prettiest, she is…He’d punch himself in the crotch just to get rid of the erection that is throbbing in his pants and threatening to erupt – but between staring at a cute girl tilting her head like a little bird, and punching himself in the balls König, surprisingly, would choose staring at a cute girl and suffering through his arousal. Silently. Really shocking decisions. 
— It’s a snack. For you. 
Yes, maybe, he went a little bit overboard. But he was just finishing shopping for his newest favorite thing in the world(you) with all the things that a girl living with you might need – pads, tampons, three extra sets of everything because he got too flustered to ask the assistants for advice, so he just grabbed everything that looked like it could stop bullet wound bleeding, and went for it. Also some clothes – he loved to see you naked, but a cute girl should wear cute clothes and, well, he kinda failed with getting you these ones – and pillows. Women love pillows, as he got from the social media some of his younger colleagues forced him to install. 
Yes, maybe, König went a bit overboard for a kidnapper – but honestly, would you prefer him to just fuck you over and over? At least he is buying you deserts, at least he has enough to cover your needs, at least he is trying. You definitely should kiss him for this. It would totally be a normal behavior, of course, and obviously. — For me? 
König thinks – you’re just as adorable as you are dumb. He wouldn’t have you any other way. 
— For you. 
— A snack? 
It was exactly 4 boxes filled with cupcakes, little hand-made chocolate candies, and some weird, hipster-styled cookies without flour, sugar, and happiness – but he doesn’t know your favorite type of desert because, apparently, kidnapped girlfriends don’t come with a hand guide on how to feed them, and you already refused almost half of your meals until you finally succumbed to reality and started eating again. He wants you to be happy – not too happy that you’d start questioning him as your boyfriend, but at least happy enough to not be depressed that he forced you into the life of solitude. Which you, judging by the numbers on your bank account(he went through your phone, of course, saved every picture that could be used to jerk off and then smashed the sim cart so you couldn’t be found), could really prefer. He was doing you a service, really. At least now you can help him build Legos instead of just selling those. 
— Stop this. 
— Stop what? You tilt your head to the side, again, like an adorable bird that flew into the window of his car and got crushed because birds are, in fact, stupid and can’t see the glass. You don’t look too smart either – not with your escape attempts that consist of pleading with him to let you go, the action that only got his pants tighter and didn’t fill him with the desire to let you go. — You just repeating my words. You should eat. 
You stare at the various deserts in front of you, looking like you don’t believe in his endless kindness and generosity. He understands you – he wouldn’t believe it either. He just wants for you to stop looking like a sad kitten that got splashed with water because you look to damn adorable like this. Too fucking precious. A man can’t even live with a captive girlfriend nowadays, she just has to be the most beautiful thing on earth and he is going to act like a peasant who shouldn’t even bother to bask in her presence. God, he is awful. And perverted. And a damn dog who, for sure, doesn’t deserve you. 
— I don’t really want to…
— I brought you sweets. You don’t want it, Schatzen? You move your head from side to side, indicating that, well, you’re a spoiled little brat who has to get her butt spanked because why in hell would you be against him bringing you something nice? Women love deserts, right? Right?! — I…I appreciate it. But you, um…forgot to bring me normal food for the second day already, so…
Oh. 
That’s right. 
Scheisse. 
*** Bringing you deserts didn’t work out – he did bring you normal food after this, obviously, he is a kidnapper, not a monster, but the problem with your loyalty and your love for him was still standing hard, just like his cock. Every time you begged him to finally give up and let you go, he’d spend an hour in his bedroom, jerking off to the memories of your pleading face. Every time you behaved like a brat, demanding him to let you go, he would spend two hours. It’s a vicious cycle that you can’t escape. Don’t want to, probably. 
Bringing you fancy food didn’t work out – turns out, captive girlfriend needs to eat normal food too, just like all other humans, and so he went straight to the plan C. Plan L. Plan L would, hopefully, involve you getting a Plan B straight after. 
— What is this? 
He has the wildest feeling that he already lived through this situation. König thinks – hey, that’s weird, for some reason, you are behaving just like you did a week ago. So wild, that the girl you’re keeping in the basement isn’t prone to changing her behavior over short periods of time, right? He is petting your head again, making you squirm in his hold because of course you’re scared and nervous and just a bit dummy overall because hey, he wouldn’t hurt you, he promises! 
With every passing second, he felt more and more stupid. What a dumb fucking idea, honestly – he went to the shop(online one, of course, can’t be risky with falling in love with another cute cashier) and brought you…stuff. Cool stuff, he thought. Probably not cool enough for a girl like you thought – for a girl that always looked like she is too good for this shit, for his shit, the of girl that probably wouldn’t bully him in highschool, but would come dangerously close to the point of indifference to someone like him. 
With every passing second and your confused glare, he felt like just turning away and forgetting about everything that just happened. He already forgot to feed you on the previous week for a few days – he did apologize and he did bring you as much pizza and snacks and real salads (aka normal food that your empty stomach craved). He didn’t even force you to sit on his lap at that time! He is forcing you to do it now, trying to ease you into the feeling of his strong body around you. 
König strands you on his lap like you’re an unruly cat – he smiles when you try to get out and only whine in his hold. He is strong, stronger than you should have anticipated – he knows he is big, but a lot of people tend to underestimate their opponents. Especially when said people don’t have a lot of experience in battle – König knows that he can defeat you with just one hand. He also knows that you don’t know this. Good for him, he supposes. You feel his erection throbbing in his pants, every time you jerk to try and get out of his hold, he only gets harder. You’re prone to notice that eventually, even that dumb little head of yours should be filled with something – but it’s almost like you’re teasing him, dragging your butt back and forth, over and over, like there is nothing else for you to do. He probably can get off just from the feeling of your flesh over his – he loves every second of it, knowing just how much you hate being here. You will learn, eventually. He is hugging you firmly, a hand over your waist – while the other is holding the box he brought to you. One of many boxes, actually – but he thought that maybe, since you act so sheepish around him, you could be the type of girl that only respects certain lego sets. So, he went out of his way(actually, not, since everything was delivered to his doorstep in like two days) to order you all possible lego flowers. You should like it. You have to like it. 
— It’s a flower. 
— A…lego flower? 
He gently pushes his head down, kissing you carefully. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck like an overgrown cat – you swear you can hear him purr and it only makes you whimper more and more. It’s impossible, with him – you don’t want him next to you and yet, the only thing you can do is bite down on your sobs and carefully open one of the boxes. It’s pretty, really – and working at Lego store for so long, you know exactly how expensive this shit is. 
You don’t want anything to do with it. 
— I thought a normal bouquet would be too boring. 
You’d love for him to serve you a bouquet of flowers with a tiny bit of keys from the basement as a special sprinkle. Knowing him, however, you will just get his dick with a bit of assault on top of it. It’s a miracle he didn’t try to shove his dick inside of you on day one. 
You feel his cock throbbing against your naked ass. 
Well, all miracles can’t last forever. A shame – you’d convert to christianity if a god would be arsed to protect you from the devil’s dick. 
— I…I would have liked flowers. 
You don’t even know if you’re lying or no. Flowers would be nice – anything to distract you from the psycho who has locked you up in his basement. Anything to distract you from the basement itself. A bit of color would make you feel less like a sad beige baby and more like a sad beige adult. Or a regular office worker. 
— Okay. I will…will bring you flowers next time. 
You tilt your head to the side, obviously not quite believing him. Honestly, König is quite frustrated with your attitude. While yes, he did forget to feed you quite a few times, was also caught jerking off to your sleeping form on more than one occasion, and also forced you to listen to his rants about Austrian gun laws(this is how you found out you were in Austria, somewhere not far from the border), he was still a good owner. He brings you things, he brings you clothes – his ones, but you must admit that you look freaking adorable in his shirts. You should be a bit more grateful than this. 
You move your butt again, your precious pussy just mere centimeters away from his cock – he swears to god you are heated from the interaction, and your puffy lower lips are leaking something on the rough material of his pants. You don’t want to arouse him, it’s only obvious, but you’re still moving your soft hips around and he is still a man who can get just listening to your voice talking about the total and whether he has a card or not. He is a pervert and you’re weak enough to not be able to escape from his lap. Experimentally, he rocked his hips back and forth, his cock pressing on your cheeks once again. Oh, he quite liked that. He and his dick both, that is. You wouldn’t be too bothered if he weren’t entering you, right? He can save the meetup for later. — Play with the set for now, ja? You fulp, your fingers shaking as you slowly open the box. It’s wildflowers – cute, really. You like it, if he isn’t mistaking the dull gleam in your eyes for something else. maybe, you’re thinking you can attack him with some of the sets – maybe, you’re planning to toss them across the room and turn the whole basement into a minefield. He wouldn’t lie, stepping on lego is still somehow worse than getting shot – but you shouldn’t know this. You’re a pretty, domesticated civilian, and he wants to keep you with him for as long as possible. You read the instruction carefully as he proceed to hammer his cock into the softness of your body, your cunt only protected by his jeans. It’s painful, to have his cockhead slam against the zip every time he tried to hammer it into your pussy – but there is a lesson in masochism around here, somewhere, and König never said he wasn’t affected by a mix of school bullying and mommy issues. There is something freeing in pain, with every pathetic whimper he lets go of – with every sound that only a loser like him would make. 
He’d thought you were above it, above everything – but every time he rocks his hips, he can feel you getting wetter, the uneven tent in his crotch slamming against your clit. You want to release just as much as he does – even if you’re trying to cover it by building the set he bought for you. König thinks – if he could do this with you each time, he would buy the whole fucking shop, even the Minecraft ones. König wonders what would it take for you to suck his cock while he is finishing building the other sets he bought. 
— D…do you know that… He takes his time to breathe, each word ending with a shallow breath and a low whistle as he proceeds to use your hips for his pleasure – as he finally unzips his pants and his cock almost sprawling free, leaking precum on his boxers. You whimper when you feel the heat much closer to your naked pussy, but König simply bites your neck again, whispering the words into the mark blossoming on your soft skin. 
— First products from Lego were actually wo…Scheiise, you’re so fucking hot – wooden toys. You don’t understand how, but your pussy is getting wetter when you hear that eagerness in his voice. The desire to share this fact with you – this guy might be a crazy kidnapper, but you feel so much of a cute loser energy from him, you almost don’t want to stab him with a flower you’re making. You probably won’t. It’s best to keep him sated and calm, so he won’t force anything too much on you. 
You ignore the throbbing in your pussy that intensifies each time he presses on your clit. 
— Really? 
— They didn’t got into making plastic cubes until after World War Two. They first made trucks that could be assembled and taken by pieces, but then… You hate yourself for it, but you’re actually listening to him. He has a way with words that makes everything more interesting, and there is nothing better to do – you concentrate on the sound of his voice so you won’t have to listen to the wet sounds of your pussy squelching on his crotch. 
— They started to make…normal sets? 
You know this – you remember the story, really, all workers at Lego had to know the history in case some adorable child would ask them. It’s almost cute, how König deliberately mansplains everything to you – you can fall into a steady rhythm of listening to his voice, while failing to notice that you started to move your butt on your own. Spreading your wetness across his boxers, feeling like a slut who is getting off her kidnapper touching her…seriously, this is so fucked up. You should be ashamed of yourself, but you just now and push your head back, against his chest. He would probably let you go for a while after this. He is always embarrassed after jerking off at your body. 
— Ja. They even copyrighted the sound of blocks clicking together. You knew this was a thing, Schatzen? That everything clicks together with a certain detail? 
— Yeah. They, um…taught us this in the first week. 
— Oh. 
He goes quiet for a few minutes, only the sounds of his ragged breath and the squeals of your pussy remaining in the room. You whimper when he drags you a bit harsher when he bites you in the shoulder with a low groan. You feel the added wetness on your pussy lips and you recognize that he came – in his boxers, you’d say like a loser, but, then again, you came too. He drags you to the mattress after, hugging you softly. Hand against your stomach again, the combined wetness of you and him made your face scrunch in discomfort.
You’re certainly a pair of losers. Match made in heaven. 
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the-original-skipps · 3 months ago
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Frieren reader x Himmel Suo??? 🗣️🔥🔥🔥
omgg I’m so sorry for the lateness me and my pea brain I hope you’re still here!! goshh I love frieren and himmel 😭💗
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❥ So so I imagine it would a party of four just like in Frieren. Where Sakura is Eisen and Nirei is Heiter, together you are the party that will slay the demon king!
❥ Sakura is blushing really hard every time Suo tries to show affection to (Y/N), sometimes Nirei has to physically make Sakura turn around before he combusts into flames. However, with the rate of how many times Suo tries, Sakura says he's getting used to it. He's still not used to it.
❥ Suo absolutely loves to tease you at various moments, whether you're fighting monsters or sitting idly by the campfire. It's his life's mission to get you to blush at his words at least once. However, he's the one who ends up inwardly flustered because you're just too unconsciously cute. He swears his heart leapt out of his chest when you blew a flying kiss towards him.
❥ Speaking of dungeons, Suo knows you are fully capable of protecting yourself but he can't help but keep an eye out for you. Especially because you tend to fall into mimic traps too easily. In which he has to pull you out of the monster's mouth and sometimes your skirt dangerously rises and he has to look away, cause he's a gentleman like that.
❥ Every time you use your magic, Suo and the whole team are in awe. They can't believe they managed to convince you (it was Suo who convinced you) to join their party. You make magic look so effortless and he absolutely adores the way you always try to look for more spells to learn even if it's not the coolest spell. Suo even fought a dragon just so you get the spell book that contains the spell that automatically irons your clothes.
❥ When visiting a town, you and Suo were walking around the market place until your eye catches a ring at the jewelry stall. Suo immediately noticed and pulled you to the stall despite your insistence of not being interested. It was a ring with the flower of the mirrored lotus. He bought the ring of course.
❥ You completely forgot about the ring until one day as your party was in a field of flowers. Suddenly, Suo calls you over to him. You walk towards him unknowingly only for him to get down on one knee in front of you, taking your hand in his as he slips the ring he bought to your ring finger. Unbeknownst to you that the ring - the flower on it symbolizes his eternal love towards you. He knows you'll outlive him and he hopes that the ring could serve as a reminder to you of him and the unchanging love he has for you.
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otomiyaa · 2 months ago
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Nim's Lovely Tickletober 
31 Tickle Drabbles in October 🧡
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Hi all! This will be the post where I'll eventually collect my Tickletober fics in a masterlist, starting tomorrow! I'll be using the #lovelytickletober list made by @lovelynim.
The plan is to write tickle drabbles for each day, pairings/fandoms were chosen by yours truly for maximized self-indulgence but hopefully there'll be something that you guys can enjoy with me💕
I'll do something I didn't do last time which is announcing my pairings before publishing the fics👇 This because for most I've got the ideas and outlines pretty much done so I want to make it difficult for myself to change my mind at the last minute!
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LINK TO AO3 COLLECTION
Day 1: “Ready?” - Lee!Chigiri x Ler!Kunigami (Blue Lock)
Day 2: Accident - Lee!Chilchuck x Ler!Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)
Day 3: Cleaning - Switches!Hoshina x Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)
Day 4: Upside down - Lee!Loid x Ler!Yor (SPY x FAMILY)
Day 5: (Un)tie - Lee!Yuri x Ler!Otabek (Yuri On Ice)
Day 6: Order - Lee!Kuroo x Ler!Tsukishima (Haikyuu)
Day 7: Teaching - Lee!Solomon x Ler!Beelzebub (Obey Me)
Day 8: Exposed body part - Lee!Boothill x Ler!Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)
Day 9: Dance - Lee!Adachi x Ler!Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)
Day 10: In secret - Lee!Henry x Ler!Alex (Red, White & Royal Blue)
Day 11: Noise - Switches!Ed x Winry (FMA Brotherhood)
Day 12: Wall - Switches!Clark x Lois (My Adventures with Superman)
Day 13: Alone - Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)
Day 14: High - Lee!Hachi x Ler!Nana (Nana)
Day 15: Faking it - Lee!Hisashi x Ler!Mao (Tasogare Outfocus)
Day 16: Doctor - Lee!Sawyer x LerJack (LOST)
Day 17: Underwater - Lee!Xiao x Ler!Aether (Genshin Impact)
Day 18: Clothes - Lee!Deku x Ler!Bakugou (BNHA)
Day 19: Make up - Lee!Gepard x Ler!Sampo (Honkai Star Rail)
Day 20: Posing - Lee!Lyney x Ler!Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)
Day 21: Singing - Lee!Dan Heng x Ler!Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)
Day 22: Cheating - Lee!Miyamura x Ler!Hori (Horimiya)
Day 23: Money - Lee!Jinshi x Ler!Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)
Day 24: Bully - Lee!Reader x Ler!Sylus (Love and Deepspace)
Day 25: “No.” - Lee!Wade x Ler!Colossus (Deadpool)
Day 26: Timer - Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio (Honkai Star Rail)
Day 27: Picky - Lee!Cherry x Ler!Joe (SK8 the Infinity)
Day 28: “The number you have dialed…” - Lee!Takeda x Ler!Ukai (Haikyuu)
Day 29: Help - Lee!Moze x Ler!Jiaoqiu (Honkai Star Rail)
Day 30: Magic - Lee!Frieren x Ler!Himmel (Sousou no Frieren)
Day 31: Rest - Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka (Wotakoi)
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I have a question.
Out of Himmel or Venti who do you think could handle an s/o with pretty terrible mood swings the best?
Sometimes I get rely sad and cry. While other times I get irritated and lock myself away. I hate being called "emotional" so,when I feel anything other than happy, I hide.
anon asked: Could you please make Venti x f/n that gets overwhelmed easily?Thank you so much °♡°
Himmel handles it well if he has an emotional s/o! Venti could manage too, but the longer he sees you stressed, overwhelmed, and crying, he'll catch those emotions as well (venven’s an emotional bb too)
Himmel, being naturally patient and understanding, would offer a comforting presence during those emotional moments. He would wrap his arms around you, holding you close as a safe haven. His soothing voice would whisper words of reassurance, reminding you that you're not alone and that he's there for you!
He will patiently listen to your concerns, offering an ear and shoulder and gentle words of support! That’s why don’t hesitate to approach him if you want someone to vent out to, he’d do anything to comfort you and lend you a hand when trouble comes at you.
On the other hand, Venti, while initially affected by your emotions, will try his best to uplift your spirits. He shakes his head and slaps his cheek to set his focus back on you. He’ll start by singing a soft, calming melody or playing a cheerful tune on his lyre, aiming to bring a smile to your face.
However, as he realizes the depth of your emotions, he might become more empathetic. Venti will hold you in his arms, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, and offer words of encouragement. His lighthearted and humorous nature would come into play as he tries to lighten the mood, sharing funny anecdotes or engaging in playful banter to bring a touch of joy to the situation.
Both Himmel and Venti would show their unwavering support and understanding, giving you the space to express your emotions without judgment. They would listen attentively, offer comfort, and provide a sense of stability, ensuring that you feel loved and cherished during those vulnerable moments <3
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hanafubukki · 10 months ago
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Hi sweet Hana i have a little question for you! do you have any blog recommendations for me? i would really like to follow more twst blogs! my only criteria is that they’re 18+ hehe :> i hope this is okay to ask! ♡ (also im being anonymous because i feel shy haha)
Hello Dear Anonie 🌺💚🌷
Of course this is okay to ask!! I love recommending blogs. Sharing people and stuff I love with others is my love language. 🥹💞🌺 It makes me happy to do so 💚💝
And no worries! Shy people unite! I know exactly how you feel for I am the same way. I am here for you ☺️💞💚🌷
You didn’t specify what kind of blogs besides the age: fics, art, theories, etc.
So I’ll add a bit of everything 💚💝
x Reader Fic Blogs
@malleleothreesome @dreamofjoys @dulcesiabits @lorkai @coralinnii @stormgardenscurse @traumxrei-archive @twstgarden @nanamisflowerfield @zgvlt @auugustus @wolken-himmel @livingininsomnia @twistedwonderlandimaginesblog @sara-scribbles @hisui-dreamer @da-birb-writes-sometimes @the-knaves-world @yaksha-lover @seawater-aurelia-writing @sierrascribbles
Platonic Fic Blogs
@serenescribe @memoryoflife @irafuwas @violetlunette @abysswalkersknight @chibi-celesti @admiraltdevanto @thelazyhermits
Art Blogs
@ghostedinkheart @touyudear @coolbattlegirl @coraldelusiondaze @tacc0yak1 @kitwasheree @rynpie @olivebranch311 @rayroseu @0rchidm4ntis @ventique18 @bannuu @nuitthegoddess @egophiliac @suntails
Theories/Thoughts/Facts
@prince-kallisto @moonlightequin1 @chernabogs @oddberryshortcake
What do you mean I can only tag 50?!? 😭��� I have so many more 😔, let me know if you want more Anonie ☺️🌺💞
Some are not twst only blogs, they are multi-fandom and of course they don’t only write fics or make art and some do both etc. but I don’t think I need to clarify that. 🌺🌻🌷
Make sure you read their blog rules and such as well ☺️🌷🌻
They are really sweet and kind ☺️🌺💝🌻 so please be sure to check them out.
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aelius29 · 2 months ago
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Journey 's End
Pairings: Elf Wednesday X Hero Fem reader
Part 1/??
Part 2 -updated
Reminders: This will be A.U. A version from anime called Frieren: Beyond Journey's End.
So their personalities will be mix up and including their appearance.
Wednesday as Frieren
Y/n as Himmel
Enid as Heiter
Yoko as Eisen
Another reminder: Since it was A.U. their last name will be changed into this.
Wednesday Adamus - the mage elf
Y/n Celest - the hero
Enid Amilair - the priestess
Yoko Tana - the half dwarf warrior
A/n: This story will be based on few episodes of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. And also since I was kinda bored and little bit stress from study. I just made it story my own. 😂✨
Wednesday Adamus - age of 1000+
Y/n Celest - age of 26
Enid Amilair - age of 25
Yoko Tana - age of 227
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Wednesday Adamus P.O.V.
It seems our journey has finally come to an end after we defeated the Demon King. Right now, Y/n and I are walking in the street as she plans to buy me a reward for defeating the Demon King.
Given that it was just the two of us, we continued our exploration of the stalls and merchants along the street. The thoroughfare was alive with activity, and the savoury smells of roasted meats and sugary confections filled the air. Children darted past us, their carefree laughter and playful tag games creating an air of merriment, transforming the scene into something reminiscent of a lively festival. Enid and Yoko, meanwhile, were engaged in their own pursuits.
I glanced towards Y/n, noticing her scanning the stalls with a thoughtful expression.
Y/n, being the sociable person she is, seemed right in her element as she browsed the stalls and chatted with the traders.
Her smile widened as she stopped in front of a particularly colorful stall, her eyes fixed on a array of trinkets and jewelry.
"Hey, Wednesday," she said, glancing over at me. "Come take a look at this. See anything you like?"
I moved to join Y/n at the stall, examining the assortment of trinkets, jewelry and miscellaneous items on display. The baubles on the table glistened in the sunlight, their hues as vibrant and diverse as a spectrum of colors.
I didn't need anything material to be happy, but Y/n was clearly enjoying the process of browsing for a gift for me. So I indulgently scanned the items with a neutral expression.
"No," I answered simply, not seeing anything of interest.
Y/n chuckled, not surprised by my response. "I figured as much," she said, her tone resigned. "You never were one for material things."
Y/n redirected her focus to the stall, her eyes skimming over the array of luminous trinkets on display. She examined each item meticulously, picking them up and then setting them aside with a shake of her head.
She then moved to another stall, and I dutifully followed.
For whatever reason, her unwavering resolve to find a suitable present for me was oddly endearing.
I watched as she persistently sought out the perfect gift, her dedication almost comical. Although I harbored a general indifference towards materialistic possessions, I found myself silently amused
Having observed her dismiss several items, I couldn't help but offer a remark. "You are aware that you are not obligated to purchase anything for me, correct?" I inquired, my voice betraying a trace of amusement.
Y/n glanced over at me and responded with a playful grin.
"I know that," she said, mock offense in her tone. "But I 'want' to get you something. You deserve it after all we've been through."
She redirected her attention to the stall, her eyes once again sweeping over the merchandise on display. This time, her expression was more earnest, as if she was fixated on finding something worthy enough to be bestowed upon me.
A slight eye roll escaped me, accompanied by an repressed smile. Y/n’s steadfast determination could be both endearing and infuriating.
As she persisted in her quest, her expression growing more and more concentrated, I pondered what it might be that she was searching for. Something practical? Something sentimental? Or perhaps something entirely random. With her, it could be any number of things.
We proceeded to another stall as she continued her search, sighing in frustration. “Wednesday,” she said, “You can choose whatever you like.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden offer. "Are you sure?"
Y/n nodded, clearly tired of searching. "Yes, go on. Choose anything you like."
I took a moment to consider her offer. It was unusual for me to choose a gift, but if Y/n wanted to end this futile hunt, I wasn’t about to argue.
I turned my gaze towards the stalls, looking for something but I just pick it up randomly.
"That was quick, you should put more thought into it." She replied with a pout.
I couldn't help but smirk at her pout, knowing how much she wanted me to pick something ‘perfect’. “I don’t need more thought,” I replied dryly. “This is fine.”
I held up the ring for her to see. It was a simple silver ring, plain and unadorned. It didn’t have any jewels, but it has a flower called lotus, but it was sturdy and well-made.
Y/n studied the ring, her pout transforming into a look of surprised look in her face before she smile.
I raised an eyebrow at her reaction. "What?" I asked, my voice slightly defensive.
Y/n just chuckled and shook her head. "Nothing," she said, a gentle smile purse in her lips while she stare at the ring as holding it.
We started to walk, after y/n's pay the ring towards the old lady.
As we walked, I couldn't help but glance at Y/n, still confused by her reaction to the ring. It was an ordinary thing to me, nothing special. But her smile suggested there was something more to it.
"Why do you look so pleased?" I asked, my voice betraying a little curiosity.
"It's nothing," she replied softly, her gaze fixed on the ring as we continued to walk.
"Wednesday," she called this time, causing me to expect her to hand it back.
"Thank you," I replied, but then, as if in slow motion, she stepped forward and knelt before me, gently taking my hand in hers as we stood Infront of the clock tower.
With a soft smile, she then proceeded to slide the ring onto my ring finger.
I watched, stunned into silence, as she slipped the ring onto my finger.
For a moment, I simply stared at the ring, now a part of me. I wasn’t one for sentimental gestures, but this felt...different.
I looked down at Y/n, still kneeling before me, her smile unwavering.
"What are you doing?" I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
Y/n smiled up at me, her eyes glimmering. Her answer was simple, but it held a weight that echoed in my chest.
"This ring," she said, her voice soft but steady, "Is a symbol. A symbol of our journey together."
She took my hand in both of hers, her fingers gently tracing the band of the ring.
"It's a symbol," she continued, her gaze never breaking from mine, "of what we've been through and what we’ve achieved. But most of all, it's a symbol of my promise to you."
Her actions had left me befuddled and her words sent a flutter of unfamiliar emotions coursing through me.
"Do you promise?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.
Y/n responded with a resolute nod, her smile swelling with sincerity.
"Yes," she confirmed, "A promise that no matter what trials the future holds, I will remain at your side."
"But our groups will disperse after we defeat the Demon King," I reminded her. "In fifty years, I will set out on a journey alone. Will you still be waiting for me here when I return?"
Y/n nodded, her expression serious. "I am aware," she murmured softly. "However, it simply means that we must savor the time we have together to the fullest."
She gently squeezed my hand, not releasing her grip just yet. "And when your journey is complete and you return, I will be right here, steadfastly waiting for you."
There was a twinge of unease in my heart as her words settled in my mind. Fifty years was a considerable span for humans, and the possibilities of what could transpire within that timeframe were vast. For me, however, 50 years was merely equivalent to a handful of months - a stark difference in our respective lifespans.
"What if...you change your mind?" I voiced the thought that had been lingering in the back of my mind since she knelt before me.
Y/n shook her head, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "I won't," she replied, her voice firm.
She squeezed my hand more tightly. "I promise you, Wednesday," she said, her gaze burning into mine. "I will wait for you. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you to come back to me."
I held her gaze, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation.
There was none.
I realized then that Y/n's commitment to me was as real and true as the ring on my finger. She wasn't just making a promise in the heat of the moment. She truly meant it.
I opened my mouth, my mind whirling to find a response, but no words came. Instead, I just continued to grip her hand, her declaration echoing in my heart.
Y/n seemed to understand my silence. She didn't push for an immediate response. She just held my gaze, her expression patient and understanding.
We stood there in the shadow of the clock tower, surrounded by the bustle of the city, yet somehow it felt like we were in our own private world.
The ring on my finger, Y/n's promise, her declaration of love... All of it combined was almost too much for me to process. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Yet, as I stared into Y/n's eyes, I realized that I didn't want to experience it with anyone else.
"You have utterly surprised me," I finally managed to find my voice, my words escaping in a softer tone than I had intended.
Y/n merely smiled in return, a slightly crooked but still warm smile gracing her features. "That was my intention," she replied, "I derive pleasure from catching you off guard."
I found myself unable to suppress the small, involuntary smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. This woman was undoubtedly capable of being my undoing, and strangely enough, I found myself oddly drawn to that fact.
Next soon... Part 2
A/n: hope you guys did enjoy reading my story ✨
Bonus: lotus ring represent 'eternal love' 💕🥹 from Frieren: beyond journey's end.
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