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introducing.. aeon summer week đď¸ from 18 to 24 July !!
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Chosen
Much shorter than it has any right to be, given how long it's taken me to actually finish. Plot? Uh, no, not really. But anyhow... She's been away. He's been unwell.
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He looks at her like sheâs the most welcome hallucination heâs ever had.
Kia closes the door slowly behind her as she takes in this chaos of a makeshift apothecary, the loungeroom in an utter state of disarray and her beloved not faring much better, red-nosed and unshaven and dressed in a black silken pyjama and robe ensemble which, while inarguably stylish, was very definitely not his usual late afternoon wear.
And not at all what she had been expecting to come home to.
A miscellany of potions and concoctions and gods-know-what-elses lie scattered across the coffee table. A teacup, mostly empty. Two tissue boxes, one apparently even emptier than the teacup. Some sort of book...no, manual. Looks instructional. A wilderness of failed curatives.
Oh my god.
She walks further into the room. The air smells of menthol and embers.
âBabe, what are⌠Are you⌠What have you even been doing hâŚ?â
You absolute beautiful total disaster.
âTrying not to⌠hh-HH âŚlet thiâŚthis-damn-coldâŚâ Cerberus turns from her as his sentence dissolves, the syllables collapsing against one another in a desperate rush to give way to greater need and deep breath of purpose, and he raises a finger in urgent, undeniable pause. "Huh-TSSCH-uu!" Hurriedly claiming a series of tissues in a brief, expectant hiatus, he surrenders completely and sneezes again. "Hh-AATSCHH-uu! *snff-FF!*" A quiet groan in the aftermath. He excuses himself, adds another tissue to the set, blows his nose and immolates the lot. "Pardon me." He sighs. "Trying not to let this godsdamned cold win,â he manages, with an accompanying sharp sniffle. Neither heavy congestion nor the way his voice cracks slightly lessens any of the seething distaste in his tone.
âOh, honey.â Kia brushes some errant hair back from his face. :Bless you.: She touches a tender kiss to his temple. âYouâre getting your ass kicked.â
She offers him a soft smile to hopefully lessen a little bit of truth's sting. "C'mon, shift over," she says gently as she joins her beloved on the couch, nestling up beside him, resolutely ignoring every caution he tries to give her advising against doing so. Notably half-hearted as those cautions are.
Because while itâs true that he very much doesnât want her to catch this, heâs also well aware itâs more than likely already too late for such concerns. The entire house is probably some sort of incubation epicentre. And, sincerity of expressed warnings aside, the entire sorry vista surely constitutes warning enough. He's fairly certain he couldn't look more biohazardous if he tried.
Cerberus sighs again, sniffling again immediately afterwards, and gives his bonded a look of resignation.
Further elaboration hardly seems necessary.
But also he doesnât press the issue because in truth the last thing he wants is to send her away. Heâs not even sure he has the energy to insist on it, anyway; heâd be infuriated about this entire ridiculous circumstance if he wasnât so damn exhausted. So, small obligatory protests done, with another damp sniffle Cerberus shifts some disarrayed blanketry out of the way and wraps an arm around Kiaâs waist, drawing her close.
Her soft perfume of violet, strawberry and vanilla is lost on him anywhere outside of memory right now, but her presence is more than enough and he closes his eyes for a moment, just appreciating the simple fact of her being here beside him at last; he's missed her immensely, constantly.
âYou know, you couldâve just asked me to come back, if you wanted me here,â Kia muses as she nestles further into his heat, adding, âIt wouldn't have been a big deal,â without accusation. She leans her head against his shoulder and looks up at him with gentle azure gaze, her unspoken thoughts of Iâd always choose you. How do you still not know that? readable despite her not voicing them.
And he does, of course, know that â in fact, itâs the very reason he wouldnât ask. Cerberus sniffles thickly, wiping his nose. âAh, love. I'd hardly ask you to put yourself anywhere near thisâ" He gestures around the room in a general presentation of contempt for the whole situation. "âvortex of infectious absurdity,â he concludes, thick congestion lacing his words. He clears his throat but it doesnât make any notable impact against the wreckery his voice has become. "And it's about your... *SNFF!* ...your autodoby."
Kia peers at him. âMyâŚwhat?â
âYour auâŚâ Cerberus, all too aware that several critical consonants are unequivocally not working for him, rolls his eyes at himself. Honestly. Taking another fresh succession of tissues from a very rapidly depleting supply, he blows his nose forcefully but completely ineffectively.
He excuses himself once more and tries again; it goes equally badly.
Kia, baffled, raises her hands in a friendly but very clear nope sorry babe no idea expression, accompanied by a gentle little laugh that she just canât help.
A long-suffering and immensely frustrated look comes her way, followed by a resigned, defeated sigh as her beloved entirely gives up. âFree will.â
For a moment, this makes even less sense to Kia. âWhy wouldâŚâ she begins, but cuts herself off in triumphant realisation. âOh, autonomy!â She laughs. "Oh, sweetheart."
âThatâs what I s⌠hh-hh! I...â And even this is hijacked, and the Demon king capitulates entirely, doubling over desperate into crooked elbow, âHuh-TSCHH-uu! Ah-HEHTSCHuu!âÂ
He takes some moments of bleary recovery, Kia's heartrate spiking alongside the :Gods, forgive me: Cerberus Mindsends her.
"Oh, bless you, babe." Kia doesn't try to fight the thrill that flashes through her and she wraps herself around her bonded to kiss him again; a kiss deeper, more needful, than is probably wise. But wisdom isn't what she's craving right now.
âYou know what? Youâre going to stop talking and let me make my own choices.â She brushes a stray lock of hair from his eyes, touches the softest of lingering kisses to his forehead and meets his gaze. :Talking really isn't working out for you anyway.: "And besidesâ" Another kiss, deeper again, and she presses her arousal against his, salacious, wanton.
:âyou know we both want the same thing.:
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#jeebus crispies it's been aeons#thank you so much to anyone who remembers who my darlings are lol#cerbia#cerberus#my writing#i have several other wips that are still 'ip' and i'm so annoyed at myself for being so slow about ALL OF THEM#it's ridiculous#oh if background lore matters to you: she's been away for a week and a half on important Caste-related duties#this fic is essentially a follow-up to my incognito piece 'and there will your heart be also'#but hopefully they also work as standalones#Aaaanyway#it's 1am in australia and i am going to post this and pass out#before i start second-guessing myself any more lol#anyway thank you SO much for reading and i'll try to take under six months to post again next time ffs đđ
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GUESS WHO GOT THE FREAKING JOB
#augh my aeons of waiting and torment and inane bureaucratic crucibles are OVER#I don't start for a couple weeks but I will HAVE IT. hhh relief#it's interesting bc this experience is so much more formal than getting my old job... this company seems a lot more invested in due process#which is not a bad thing. I hope it means they're more reliable than my old manager was#but it is. augh. just glad it's all sorted out now#I'll get to hang out with my best friends the small children again !!
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He trusts you. Over the course of your friendship, he built an unforgettable bond with you, one that was meant to last foreverâ and, really, it could've. It should've, he's not gullible, nor is he naive. He hardly trusts anybody, so you're a rare caseâ perhaps you're his final and lucky case where he can have somebody else sit with him, shoulder to shoulder, and no mask would have to be up. You're his best friend; you're his lover. You're the shoulder he can lean on, sleep on, lay on, cry on, and that's something that he hasn't had for several years.
Towards the start of your friendship, he didn't exactly see you as a friend, you were more of an acquaintance than anything. You were almost set to be treated by him the same way that he'd treat anybody else. He kept you at arms length, he kept his distance for a while.
Yet, you began to close that distance. You began to slither past his arm, growing closer to him. You were willing, and that's absolutely why you both should've been a lifetime bond.
But now you're being rushed to the emergency roomâ a head injury, something severe. You're unconscious, terribly injured from the fall, but you're lucky to be alive. He's lucky to have you alive, but now he waits. He waits, waits, and waits for his only trust, his only other shoulder, his only love, and he hopes that you can wake up soon.
You eventually and successfully did. You were in a coma for about a week, but you've finally opened your eyes. You're awakeâ you're alive! By the Archons and Aeons, that's all that matters to him.
âWâ Where am I?â You mutter, eyes finally fluttering with consciousness. Typical question, probably always asked. He watches the doctors explain everything to you.
He watches your eyes as they flicker from one person to the next. One doctor, another, the last oneâ then to him. A smile nearly graces his face, but your eyes are taken back to begin the cycle again. That doctor to the next, then to that one doctor, then on him, and rinse and repeat. You glance at him as he stares at you, and it's as if he was just one extra person in the room, just one other doctorâ out of uniform, though. As if you were saved by him, too, under his care, but your glances are as distant as they are for the other doctors.
Your gaze is unrecognizable. His is the same as ever.
âWho are... You guys?â You ask. âWho are you?â is and would've been fine as long as you looked at somebody that wasn't him, but he's not gullible; he's not naive, and that's the thing. He immediately realizes that you don't recognize him.
He says your name without thinking.
âDo you...â He hesitates, but pursues. âDo you remember me?â
âNo, sorry? Have we met before?â The words are fluent, so you didn't hesitateâ
âso you don't remember him.
âAmnesia?â One of the doctors mutters, and that's when he realizes that it's all over for him.
He doesn't have another shoulder. He doesn't have a best friend. He doesn't have a lover.
He doesn't have you anymore.
He looks at you, and you look at him. Your eyes are finally fixed onto each other, but you're so distant, so far away from him now. You're both in the same room, but an unavoidable and terrifying distance is built between you two.
âWhat's your name, then?â You still ask.
The distance shortens. Are you still willing?
âYou seem... really upset that I can't remember you. Maybe if you tell me your name, I can remember you?â
Are you really still willing?
He says his name.
âThat's a nice name. Sorry, I can't remember, but I'll try.â
âYou're willing?â He blurts.
âOf course.â You half-smile.
A sad grin grows on his face. He still loves youâ he can feel it deep down inside. You don't remember him. You probably don't even remember any of those special memories you two created that had made the both of you the duo you were, but a smile still adorns his face regardless. You're alive.
And you're still willing.
And, because of that, your bond could last a lifetime.
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-You play a stripping game with Aventurine! See how much you can win?
cw: yandere, dub-con, manipulative behavior, naive, drunk reader, reader has female reproductive system, creampie, getting stripped naked after playing games
"What? Did that customer really say that? This is so silly!" You held a wine glass with ice in one hand and giggled drunkenly. And Aventurine is sitting next to you now. He confirmed your question, causing you to snicker again. He adds the sweet golden liquid to your cup. "That's right - I always advised them not to⌠Who would have thought that that business would become so exaggerated?"
"Hmm, that's enough, that's enoughâŚ" You took another sip of wine, leaned on his table, turned your head, smiled, and looked at the outline of his face. It's been weeks since you talked to Aventurine like this, in his villa. But once you meet him, there is an endless stream of things to say, maybe this is the precious friendship.
"Anyway, how about playing a game when you have free time?" he suggested.
You got interested and asked him what his game was. Aventurine held up your palm and explained the rules to you several times. You nodded, but you didn't really understand. "Okay, okay, how many credits should we bet?"
"It's vulgar to talk about money all the time, my friend." He smiled and held up a finger. "How about taking off one piece of clothing after losing a round?"
"Take off⌠clothes?" You tilted your head⌠closed your eyes and shook your head. "ah?"
Aventurine said in surprise. "It's a popular game. Didn't you know?"
"I-Of course I know!!" You raised your voice, pretending you already knew everything. Thinking of the value of his outfit⌠"Hmph, I can take away your hundreds of thousands of outfits soon."
"1, 6, 2!"
"6, 6, 6!"
"It's time to take off your clothes." He raised his chin and reminded. You snorted, removing a jacket and throwing it on his couch.
"4, 5, 6!"
"6, 6, 6!"
"What?" You picked up the three dice, checked and struck them from different angles, but there was nothing strange about them. "Did you cheat? Why are the results always so incredible?" Aventurine chuckled and shrugged. "I told you before that I'm very lucky, don't you believe me?"
"Ah, okayâŚ" You reluctantly stared at his exquisite attire, which he had never taken off, and then looked down at your own graphic t-shirt and shorts, which were pulled up so that the bra and the breasts wrapped inside were exposed to the air. Embarrassment tugs at your heart and you try to fight back. "Next round! I don't believe you can beat me!"
2, 1, 1.
6, 6, 6.
If question marks could pop up in reality, a thousand question marks would have popped up above your head. You stare at the results in disbelief. How could Aventurine be so lucky? You can't even take one of his watches or rings? And are you so defeated now that you have to take off either your bra or panties?
"I-I won't play anymore. Boring game!" You bluffed, asking to get your clothes back, but Aventurine raised his eyebrow. "Awwww, it seems there is a coward hereâŚ"
"Who are you calling a coward?"
"You didn't keep your bet."
You are not a coward! You took back the hand holding the clothes and tremblingly touched your underwear and bra. Which one should you take off? If you lose again, will you really be completely naked? How do you get home? In the midst of your thoughts and drunkenness, you settled on a bra, but then covered your bare breasts with your hands. "Humph, now is the beginning of my victory!"
Victory? Aventurine almost laughed out loud, holding back the ridicule rising in her throat, knowing that you might leave in a huff, and all the previous arrangements would be ineffective. You open a dice simulator from the Internet to avoid possible cheating from Aventurine.
5, 1, 3.
6, 6, 6.
âŚItâs reallyâŚBEYOND WEIRD. How on earth is this possible? Is Aventurine walking on some lucky path you don't know and being protected by the lucky Aeon? But anyway, now you have to take off your panties and keep your promise. Now you were completely naked, in his villa, in front of your friend.
"Hey! You... don't have to do this... " You watched as Aventurine put them all in a box and locked it up. These clothesâŚare no longer your property. "There's no way I'm going home naked!"
"Didn't someone just say they were going to take my clothes away? I thought you were serious?" He chuckled, pulled your arm, and guided you onto his lap. With your brain like a drunken fog and embarrassment, you knelt on the sofa in confusion, your legs spread apart, and the luxurious sofa sank. A gentle kiss. Bring some hot air. Like an electric shock. "UmmâŚ"
"Too bad your clothes won't come back, but you can win a new set byâŚ"
Aventurine's thumb rubbed against your hot cheek for half a minute before he reluctantly unbuttoned his pants and took out his long, swollen and erect cock, the glans teasing your slit. You whimpered, placing your hands on his chest, and the glans stretched your folds and the warm inside of your vagina. "IâŚ"
This is really more incredible than these rounds of dice. You were bouncing on his cock, moaning and sobbing in ecstasy. His hand cupped your ass, occasionally slapping it in exchange for you squeezing his cock unconsciously, while rubbing your clit with his other hand.
As the cream spurts into your body, ecstatic bliss fills you. You tighten your limbs, your butt trembles, and you wrap your hands around his neck, gasping for air.
"You win. I'll give you a new set when you wake up, okay?"
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âThe star of the night
Summary: In the middle of chaos, Reca chooses you, his assistant, to replace the actual actress.
Words: 2k
Tags: Fluff, slight comedy, mr reca being mr reca
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In your lifetime, you'd never been anywhere more glamorous than Reca's movie set. It was a polished spectacle of wealth, fame, and sheer creative ambition concentrated in a single place.
The set was pristine. Everything from the polished equipment to the crew buzzing around the latest cutting-edge technology spoke of high-budget prowess. Reca had wrangled only the crème de la crème of actors, and the script itself was a masterpiece, lauded by critics before a single frame had even been shot. Naturally, it was no surprise when the man beside you, the very architect of this grandiose vision, let out an audible groan, throwing his head into his hands. He pulled them down his face in a gesture so theatrical it almost belonged on the screen itself.
"No, no, no." He groaned, his voice laced with overdramatic despair. âNot like this. This is supposed to be art. Art!â He gestured wildly at the set. âAny three-year-old could create such a display with macaroni!"
While you found yourself captivated by the scene's intricate designâeach prop in perfect position, the textures, the layout of furnitureâall meticulously assembled to support the vision of an unfolding narrative, Reca saw only flaws. In his eyes, it was a desecration of the perfection he had so painstakingly envisioned.
To him, everything was wrong. The lighting was lifeless, casting shadows that fell harshly across the actorsâ faces, robbing them of the soft glamour heâd imagined. The music? A hollow echo that failed to evoke a single stirring of emotion, as far from evocative as a flat note played on a broken piano. And the actressâthe poor, unknowing actress who, in any other setting, would be lauded for her skillâwas, to Reca, nothing short of an abomination in this moment. His eyes were fixed on her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he shook his head.
âDoes she even know her lines?â He muttered, mostly to himself, though you heard every word. âItâs as if sheâs performing in a high school play, notâŚnot this.â He ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth, his presence a cyclone of perfectionism.
For the past hour, Reca had been tearing every detail apart. The set he'd once raved about was now an "ill-matched mess." The weeks you'd spent booking this elusive location, the endless calls, the backup locations youâd scouted, and the rejections youâd faced until this one finally came through. The casting? The exhausting process of reviewing tapes, organizing callbacks, going through Reca's list of notes and opinions on each actress, often just to have him change his mind the next day. And that demo track? Youâd pulled every string, barely scraping by deadlines, just to make sure everything was in perfect order for him.
And here you were, watching it all unravel with each of Recaâs sighs and exasperated mutterings. As he kept pacing, criticizing the lighting again and muttering that the entire production was in danger of "crumbling into mediocrity," you couldnât help but let out a silent prayer. An aeon, a muse, a miracleâsomeone save me, you thought, raising your hands briefly to the heavens in a quiet display of surrender.
Because if Recaâs mood didnât lighten, there was absolutely no way this movie was getting made today.
Just as you were silently pleading for an escape from this nightmare, Recaâs pacing came to an abrupt halt. His head snapped in your direction, and his gaze narrowed, a glint of sudden inspiration lighting up his face. You felt a jolt of dread. That lookâoh, you knew it too well. It was the same look he had whenever he came up with one of his âbrilliantâ ideas, which, more often than not, meant you were in for another impossible task.
âYou.â He said, pointing at you with a fervor that made you take a step back. âYouâll be perfect.â
You blinked, uncertain if he was joking. âMe?â
âYes! You!â He clapped his hands together, excitement bubbling up in his eyes. âDonât you see? You have everything this role needs. Raw energy, authenticityâa complete lack ofâŚtraining! Itâs fresh. Itâs real!â
âReca, I donât thinkââ
âNonsense!â He cut you off, waving your protests away. âYouâre exactly what this film is missing! All this time, I was looking in the wrong places. These actressesâŚtheyâre too polished. Too practiced. They lack that somethingâthat spark of untamed potential that you have.â He smiled, a bit maniacally, but you could tell he was deadly serious.
âBut Iâm just your assistant.â You stammered, feeling your face flush. âI donât know the first thing about acting. Iâd probably ruin the entire film!â
âNo way.â He insisted, eyes blazing with enthusiasm as if heâd already envisioned you on the big screen. âThink about it! Youâve been here for the whole process, you know every detail. Youâve seen every scene in my head just as I see it. Who else could be better prepared?â
You opened your mouth to protest again, there was no one that had the same vision as him, but he was already motioning to the costume designer, barking orders to prepare an outfit for you. Any hint of hesitation had disappeared from his face. In his mind, you were already cast and rehearsed, the missing piece that would bring his vision to life.
The next thing you knew, you were being ushered into the dressing room, handed a costume, and given a rapid rundown of your characterâs motivationsâdirectly from Reca himself, who seemed thrilled beyond measure. Somewhere between his impassioned monologues and the mounting nervousness that took over you, you found yourself on the set, standing beneath the very lights heâd spent hours cursing.
And as the camera rolled, with Recaâs wide-eyed gaze fixed intently on you, you couldnât shake the surreal feeling. Youâd gone from assistant to lead actress in a single, unpredictable twist, and despite your inexperience, you found yourself saying the lines and stepping into the roleâŚall under the watchful, eager eyes of a director who now thought you were the perfect star.
The set had quieted down, and the crew took a break, leaving only a few people around. Reca, still lingering near you after that intense practice, watched the others drift away before turning back to you with a small, thoughtful smile.
âLetâs run through it one more time, mon cherie.â He said, his voice softer now. âOff camera. Just us.â There was a vulnerability in his tone you hadnât heard beforeâa subtle, unspoken invitation.
You nodded, though your heart was pounding again. With the equipment and the audience gone, the space between you felt strangely intimate, as if stepping outside the boundary of the roles you were supposed to be playing.
He took a steadying breath and stood before you, his gaze searching yours. âClose your eyes.â He said, his hand brushing yours. âForget the lines, the lights. JustâŚfeel it.â
You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in. You could feel the warmth of his presence, so close now that every brush of his hand seemed to linger, every movement deliberate. He guided you gently, his fingertips tracing the edges of your hand until your fingers were laced together, his touch grounding, even protective.
âImagineâŚâ he whispered, his voice soft and full of emotion, âImagine thereâs no one here but us. No cameras. No crew.â
You opened your eyes, and he was watching you, his gaze vulnerable and sincere in a way you hadnât seen before. His expression held an emotion that was entirely unscriptedâalmost a question lingering in his eyes, as if he was daring you to step closer.
His hand moved to your face, fingertips lightly tracing your cheek. The way he looked at you was overwhelming, like he was seeing parts of you no one had ever seen before. It felt like he was letting you in, past the director, past the confident professional, to something real and deeply hidden.
âJust us.â He murmured, almost to himself, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. His eyes softened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. For a second, it felt like he might kiss youânot as part of a scene, not as an actor in a role, but as himself.
You swallowed, your own emotions swelling, breaking past the practiced distance of assistant and director. The way he looked at you, the way his touch lingered just a moment too long, felt impossibly real. It wasnât just acting. Not anymore.
And in that shared silence, the line between character and reality blurred completely, leaving you wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was something there that neither of you had dared to speak aloud.
Your breath caught as Reca leaned in closer, his hand cradling your face with an intensity that made the world around you disappear. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat that stretched on, filled with a tension so thick it felt like the air had turned electric. His thumb brushed gently across your cheek, and you felt your heart pounding, anticipation building with each passing second.
You closed your eyes, half-expecting, half-hoping for the kiss that seemed to hover right on the edge of happening. The moment felt impossibly fragile, a secret shared only between the two of you. And just as you felt him draw in that final breathâŚ
He pulled back, a sudden spark lighting up his eyes, and he spun around, letting out a shout that shattered the delicate silence. âYes! Thatâs it! THAT expressionâexactly what we need!â
You blinked, still reeling, as he practically leapt away from you, his energy blazing. âEveryone!â He called out, his voice filled with exhilaration. âGet ready to film! Now, now, now! We have to capture thisâsheâs got the emotion perfect, itâs exactly what Iâve been looking for!â
The crew scrambled into action, quickly setting up cameras and adjusting lights as you stood there, frozen and feeling a littleâŚlost. You watched him pace excitedly, giving orders and pointing out positions, his focus now on preparing the scene. Meanwhile, you felt your cheeks flush with the sudden realization that the almost-kiss hadnât been what you thought at all.
You felt the warmth creeping up your cheeks, your heart still racing from the almost-kiss that had left you somewhere between flustered and bewildered. As the crew finished setting up, you broke into a grin, chuckling softly at the absurdity of it all. Reca had played you perfectly, swept you into the scene so thoroughly that, for a moment, youâd forgotten where the acting stopped and the real feelings began. You couldnât help but shake your head, laughing at yourself.
Reca, seeing your smile, grinned back, clearly thrilled that heâd managed to get such an authentic reaction. âThatâs the spirit!â he cheered, clapping his hands together in delight. âI knew you had it in you!â
âYou know, Reca.â You said, trying to keep the teasing note in your voice light as you crossed your arms, âyou played me well. Got me all caught up in the moment. Almost too well, actually.â
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. âOnly did what any good director would do.â He replied, a playful edge in his tone.
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a spark of confidence as you leaned in just a little. âWell, maybe we should rehearse some more roles in private sometime.â You suggested, your smile turning slightly coy. âYou knowâŚjust to pick up where you left me hanging.â
For the briefest second, he looked taken aback, his eyes widening as if surprised by your boldness. But then, that familiar grin returned, his gaze lingering on you with a newfound intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
âPerhaps we will.â he said, his voice a touch lower, his gaze still locked on you. âOnly if you think you can handle a bit more of myâŚmethods.â
Your smile deepened, and you felt a thrill run through you. Maybe, just maybe, the line between acting and reality was thinner than youâd thought. And if Reca wanted to blur it a little moreâŚwell, you couldnât say youâd mind.
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Unaffected a teaching in humbling oneself
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Pairing: Dr. Ratio x (gn!) Reader
Summary: Ratio is quite aware of his dashing looks and intellect. If he so wanted, he could use it to his advantage whenever he pleased. That was until he met you, who seemed to be entirely unaffected by it.
Tags: Pining, Crack, unreciprocated feelings towards Ratio, someone give him a clown nose - he's making a fool of himself, written pre-release of character, short one-shot
A/N: L+Ratio to Dr. Ratio himself.
Consider how the renowned Veritas Ratio would act if he had a crush on you.
No doubt, he was aware of his attractive appearance and masterful intellect. Why else would he only teach while wearing that accursed marble head? He's experienced it all too often that people stop paying attention to his teaching because they only get distracted by appearances. While conveying knowledge about science, it was nothing more than a nuisance to him.
He didn't want nor need hordes of students fawn over him. This still hadn't changed.
However, when you started working as his colleague at the same university one day, it was as if he had lost his composure for the first time in forever. Judging by your appearance, the Aeons themselves must have carved and sent you to smite him down. Let alone your wit and intellect. He was gone the minute he had first laid his eyes on you.
He absolutely wanted to get to know you better and make you fall for him how he fell for you when you first graced him with your presence.
There was just one problem - due to the boundaries he had set for himself, you had never seen his face. He never took the marble head off when he was at work. However, he was almost certain that, once he did so, you would fall for him the same way his students always did before he hid his face.
There was no way you wouldn't fall for a man of his caliber.
Self-assured and while putting on the most attractive smile he could muster he decided to take the mask off as casually as possible in front of you one day. He leaned against the wall beside you, eyeing you confidently. He was certain to see the stars of the galaxy sparkling back at him in your eyes. Your jaw would drop and you'd inch closer to him and then-
"You have something stuck between your teeth." You remarked unaffectedly as you motioned him to remove it.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee and sipped from it with an unwavering expression of apathy before lifting your eyebrows at him.
Why were you so unimpressed? Why didn't you fall for him yet? He was here. His handsome face exposed right in front of you in broad daylight. Were you not attracted to men, perhaps? No, that couldn't be. He happened to catch a conversation between you and another coworker about it. But why weren't you worshipping the ground he walked on yet?
"Is something the matter?" You poked quizically, noticing how his smile and his entire attitude and confidence had faltered and crumbled into dust in an instant.
"Huh? I j-just..." He stammered before hurriedly picking the piece of food out from in between his teeth.
This should've worked. His plan was flawless. Why did you not care about his dashing looks at all.
"Nothing." He said curtly, straightening himself up again to regain his composure.
"Alright." You nodded confusedly, forcing a smile and eyeing him as if he was completely insane.
The following weeks looked about the same. He tried to appear in front of you without the mask more and more often. He would try to initiate in talks and scientific discussions with you but you always seemed to end up annoyed by him. It was doing his head in what he could possibly be doing wrong - No. Surely, it wasn't his fault. It couldn't be.
That was until he overheard a conversation between you and another coworker.
"I have never seen him behave like that - let alone see him take his stone head off so often..." The coworker said puzzledly. "But I have to admit he is quite attractive."
"Pff, no way. Not with a character like that. Either way, I have no idea what his deal is." You sighed. "All I know is that he is grinding my gears with his big-headed attitude, ugh."
His heart dropped at your words. He had never heard that someone had perceived him this way.
Him? Big-headed? And you also don't find him attractive?
Maybe a change of plan was in order. Just... what was he doing wrong?
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Your Jing Yuan breeding kink hcs saved me, thank you, thank you (I too, want to be pampered and taken care of by Xianzhou Luofu's kind, handsome and strong general without having to think about paying taxes or rent)
Jing yuan breeding kink brainworms going crazy chewing on my brain cables to make me short circuit. ANON IM GOING INSANE. Just thinking about him again made me black out as I wrote this whole thing. It was supposed to be a simple short answer but well⌠here we areâŚ
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Jing Yuan, your sweet and delightful husband who discovers his breeding kink (perhaps even a pregnancy kink, the night is young and weâre all insane here). It starts off innocently and then slowly trickles into a little obsessionâ sexually repressed old man who is centuries old discovers kinks! Wow!
cw | smut, minors dni, breeding kink, pregnancy, just jing yuan discovering his nasty side idk what to tell you
There are a few colleagues around who are in some stage of their pregnancy and soon headed into maternity leave. Being the general, of course he has extended his congratulations and well wishes to them before theyâre off for a few months. The ladies in turn cannot help but prod if he has children of his own.
Surely, it should be well-known fact⌠maybe? He is quite the private man despite his high ranking position. No one aside from a very few select individuals even knew of you being his wife for the longest time. Never even knew the General was dating anyone.
So they canât help but be curious, âGeneral you must know what itâs like. Havenât you children of your own by now with your spouse?â
He only smiles and chuckles fondly. The first seed of want, now firmly planted in his subconscious. Oh how the expecting mothers dote on him and say his children surely must look like the spitting image of him. All fluffy, silvery hair and kind eyes (Do they assume heâs the only one making them? What about your genes?). And he has to unfortunately let them down with amused, gentle smiles that, no, he has not had children.
Yet, some part of him whispers. A part that lays dormant for now.
The seed of desire takes root when heâs home with you and youâre fussing lightheartedly over Yanqingâs attire. Worrying over the young boy being out too late and skipping lunch. He wonders when it became so natural for you to fall into step as a mother-figure for his retainer. In little things, he notes. Itâs not outright but itâs enough to make him pause and take it in. Chew it and over think itâ let it linger in the back of his throat like the burn from a fine drink.
A mother⌠The thought is fleetingâ a whisper unheard and carried with the breeze as Jing Yuan idles next to you in the gardens of his home.
Those next coming nights, for weeks on end, Jing Yuan is plagued with dreams of pressing himself deep within you. He fills your womb, whispering praise and prayer to your ear as he desperately begs you to bear his children. Itâs something so carnal and raw and desperate he wakes up with a start, body drenched in a sheen of sweat and a throbbing erection. Heâs panting lightly, having to go to the bathroom to sort out his little⌠problem in the middle of the night while youâre sound asleep, none the wiser to your husbandâs evolving desires.
He doesnât know whatâs more torturousâ closing his eyes and dreaming of breeding you until youâre both incoherent or looking at you while you sleep, daydreaming of your soft belly rounding out as the months ago by. Hips soft and just noticeably wider, breasts plump and full, and youâre glowing andâ
Aeons, heâs hard again for the 3rd time that night.
The general, respected and composed and perfect, coming undoneâuntouchedâat the thought of you having children with him. Part of him is a little distraught but, he thinks, he just loves his wife that much.
And heâs not wrong.
When he has you gasping and begging for release under him on the rare occasion he has time to love you how he wants, it devolves into fucking you into the mattress with a wild look in his eyes. Honeyed gaze watching you plead and fall apart under him as he now practically has you folded in half, his large hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he presses them to your chest.
Usually he opts for pulling out and finishing on your tummy, but that night itâs like the aeons are working against him (or maybe with him? Lan the wing man, who knows). Youâre begging and clawing at his back as he pounds into you approaching his climaxâ pleading and slurring your words of please please please Yuan insideâ I wantâ I want it inside please please hurry h-harder please!
Youâre playing with the thin strand of sanity he has left. Any semblance of decorum and gentle, vanilla husband is not worth it if itâs keeping your womb empty. But Jing Yuan will spoil his wife always and foremost. If itâs what his wife wants, he wonât hold back.
#mii writes#ask stuff đ#đ anon#jing yuan x reader#nsf mii#I blacked out and came back to this#this was gonna be a simple answer but#the breeding kink won#WHEW#proving Iâm still down bad#cw pregnancy#cw breeding#I love jy slowly discovering that oop heâs not that vanilla#old man is FREAKY
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Sorry but Iâm on my young recruit KĂśnig & old colonel KĂśnig brainrot again
CW: More polyamory headcanons with 2 KĂśnigs. Healthy relationship with old KĂśnig and toxic relationship with young KĂśnig, possessive behaviour, jealousy, NSFW 18+ only
The way he greets you when he comes back is so sweet you almost melt right there on the doorstep. He cups your face with both hands, gives you the most tender kiss known to mankind, and envelops you in a soul-warming hug. The love of your life sighs deeply as he holds you; his sweet, adorable wife. The Colonel may be a little tired but he's also extremely happy to be home again.
Colonel KĂśnig, the older, calmer version of KĂśnig is everything a woman could want. You married him early because he charmed you right off your feet.
You ride him on the first night because you simply want to show how much you've missed him. Colonel KĂśnig never objects to you taking the reins every now and then. You see it from his eyes that heâs in seventh heaven whenever you bounce on his cock. Heâs just happy to see you take your pleasure from him. Heâs the luckiest man on earth because his needy young wife never gets enough of him â it strokes his ego that someone like you wants someone like him.
He always puts his things where they belong and takes a shower before walking into the living room and falling on the sofa with another deep sigh. He looks like he just fought an entire war by himself. When you go to make some dinner, he bounces back up and offers to help. You have to convince him that he can rest while you prepare some food. When you return with the meal, the tv is on but the Colonel is snoring softly on the couch.
He praises you and the meal, and you both talk about your days (or weeks). It calms your nerves just to talk with him. Colonel KĂśnig is cultured and mature and you can talk to him about politics or the squirrels in your garden or some new documentary you've watched. He can hold any conversation.
He's illegally hot with his deep voice and loving stare, not to mention the thick muscles covered by a healthy layer of fat. You pride yourself on giving him some of that by feeding him so well. He already has a few laugh lines at the corner of his eyes â you pride yourself on giving those to him, too.
In the morning heâs much more vigorous. A good night's rest does wonders to any man, and KĂśnig wakes up to cuddle you with a good, hard, thick erection. If youâre still sleepy, he will go down on you â he loves it when youâre too tired and warm and pleased to fight him.
He edges you for at least an hour: now itâs his turn to show how much he has missed you and how much he appreciates it that he has a cozy, beautiful home and a lovely, beautiful wife to return to. Heâs sure he won the lottery with you, and youâre sure youâve been blessed with the most attentive gentleman on earth. You feel like floating before you even get to the breakfast table.
Colonel KĂśnig brings you small gifts and expensive flowers everytime he comes home, and takes you on a vacation to a new, exciting place every chance he can get, which is multiple times a year. You never have to ask for anything because he already got it for you.
You never have to fear youâre too much, or too moody, too this or too that: KĂśnig appreciates you just the way you are and takes your fits and breakdowns and insecurities and PMS struggles like a champ. He stays calm during any storm and you can always trust him with all your troubles. You stopped apologizing for yourself an aeon ago because you know KĂśnig doesnât want to hear it: he only wants to comfort and console you when life has been hard on you. He will do anything to make it better, and if he canât make it better, he will hold you long and fast until you smile again.
He takes such good care of you that you cried into his chest hair about it once. KĂśnig only caressed you and said you deserve all of it and more. You could hear the calm, content smile on his lips while you were ugly crying about him being too good for you and spoiling you to bits.
When you asked if thereâs anything you can do to return the many favors heâs given you, his face turned super smug before he suggested that you could always blow him. Thatâs probably the most obscene thing you've ever heard him say, which is why your face was all flushed when you travelled down to suck his already hard cock.
If only he didnât have to repair the damage left behind by his younger version, you two would be the happiest couple this world has ever seen. Life would be peaceful and his home would stay nice and clean if the young, horny recruit had never walked into your life. He would have more energy and he could go back to work with a peaceful mind if it werenât for this boy who has yet to learn how to be a man. A boy he couldn't deny you because you must always have everything you want; it's a law he lives by. You saved him from himself, and he will see you happy no matter what.
For some reason a troubled, violent young pup who shows a woman he loves them by bullying and fucking them to a quivering heap is what makes you happy at this point in life. Perhaps it's only a bonus that the rookie takes the blunt of your libido... otherwise he might be in trouble with his younger wife.
Itâs just that the Colonel knows he canât satisfy all your needs. You have a dark side, which he appreciates, and he thinks heâs being a good man when he allows this to happen. He's a good man, both to you and to the rookie who is the cockiest and also the most deranged, damaged little creature he has ever seen.
He tries his best to carve a man out of this poor, traumatized young bastard. He tries his best to give you the opportunity to live your life to the full by having two men who absolutely and utterly worship you... in their own ways.
Because when Young Recruit KĂśnig comes home?
Heâs not tired at all. Heâs just excited and pent-up from being away from you for so long. He greets you by lifting you into a bone-crushing hug, sets you down when you whimper, and buries his face into your neck. You never get a kiss on the lips or a peck on the cheek: young KĂśnig gives you a long, bruising love bite on your neck while you squirm and whine in his hold. He's something of a sadist when he only laughs and asks, âHow has my sweet little Muschi* been...?â *Muschi means pussy in German :(
He doesnât offer to help, he just throws his bags on the floor and asks whatâs for dinner. If you have it ready, he nuzzles his face into your neck again and says how much he loves you, how perfect you are, and how heâs going to show how much he missed you after he's had a taste of your delicious cookings.
You watch how he eats almost all of it, a meal meant for an entire family. Colonel KĂśnig eats like a horse, too, but heâs modest compared to our young rookie who goes to the gym in addition to his hectic job and probably burns 4000 calories per day just by daydreaming of filthy scenarios with you.
Donât even think about riding him slowly into the sunset. Young KĂśnig takes you while youâre on your knees, your ass and pussy exposed to his hungry gaze and hard cock. It borders on humiliating sometimes, the way he treats you. You grab for support from the sheets, knowing that itâs useless.
Youâre in luck if you happen to cum, because the first round is just him using his little muschi, the tight, sweet hole heâs missed so much. He sounds like an animal until he cums, then kisses you all over when heâs done. You both sound like you're about to cry as he gives you hot, fond smooches where it tickles the most, getting some kind of sick satisfaction from the way you squirm and shudder in his hold again.
Round two is much more gentle and KĂśnig is way more attentive, now focusing solely on you. Or at least on how you look under him, how desperate and wet your eyes get, how your tits bounce when he makes love to you. Well, you wouldnât say that the younger version of KĂśnig even knows how to make love â the old Colonel has tried to teach him, but he seems to get very pissed at anyone telling him what to do and how to do it. Plus he knows he can give you what the old man can or will not: a rough fucking that leaves you breathless, helpless and very much in love.
Because even if the first time is pure madness, the sessions that follow are made of intense adoration. KĂśnig is obsessed with you and your desperate moans, your tight, wet cunt, the way he can make you cum three or four or even five times a day. Heâs not the most gentle, attentive guy but he will do anything in his power to make you shiver, shake, beg, and clench. While Colonel tries to savour you nice and slow, the younger recruit lives for extremes. Sometimes it feels like heâs trying to drive you (or himself) mad.
The sheets have to be changed on the third day of his leave, and thereâs not a surface in your house he hasnât bullied you on or against. After a few days of fucking and living on takeaway food (KĂśnig wonât let you from his sights for one minute), the young recruit finally calms down and agrees to watch some movies with you. You even get him to do some chores.
He won't help you in the garden like Colonel KĂśnig because he's interested in the most dangerous, illegal or unnecessary jobs in the house, such as: can he fix the weather vane while balancing on a slippery roof, or would it be any fun if he did some DIY electrical work by himself. But he will help you with your computer, fix you some weed and turn a cooking session into a play fight that ends with you both on the kitchen floor and KĂśnig sampling you instead of the sauce you tried to offer him.
This young rookie comes home with a wine bottle or some new sexy lingerie for you to wear (and him to tear right off). One day he comes home with a kitten, a scared little orange tabby, and asks if you like it while an evil grin spreads on his face. The poor thing tries to scratch and claw KĂśnig but he has his gloves on, and when it gets released to your apartment, it runs under the sofa and won't come out, not before KĂśnig comes up with a solution that involves some tuna. You're 100% sure he either stole that kitten or found it abandoned somewhere.
KĂśnig leaves you in the good care of his older version, knowing that the aftercare he provided barely counts as aftercare because itâs filled with manic kisses and hugs that hardly allow you to breathe. The things he mutters in your ear when he holds you are usually about you being the best pussy heâs ever had, or about would you like it if he killed the old fart.
The cat turns out to be very vocal and cuddly but it also destroys your curtains and the Colonel's side of the bed. It grows up to be a violent bird hunting machine and an entire menace that, perhaps to no one's surprise, reminds you of your young lover.
Conversations with KĂśnig mainly include him mansplaining things to you. He boasts a lot and you get the feeling he's actually very insecure under all that brash cockiness. But whenever you try to work on that with him, he soon gets annoyed, frustrated, or horny. Any attention is both poison and elixir for this man.
When you start to cry from him being so intense with you and mean to the man you love (the man who allows this young rookie to eat his food, fuck his wife and practically live in the house he bought with hard work) he says itâs only because he knows youâre not happy with him, not really.
But he can make you happy. He has money too. He can give you everything you want, too. And didnât he just make you cum twice with his tongue and cock? Can the old man do that, eh? What else do you need? What else could you even ask for?
You have to make your calls and texts to the Colonel in secret even if your arrangement is known to all parties involved. Itâs just that the young recruit becomes even more crazy and possessive in bed if he sees or hears you talking to his rival. You get the sense that he's not just crazy and self-centered: he's actually so desperately in love with you that he can't take the reminder that you're someone else's wife.
You tried to live together once, but it ended in both of your lovers in the hospital and you crying next to their beds. They made an uneasy truce after that, and agreed that they should take turns with you.
They mainly talk to each other through you nowadays. The "talking" mainly consist of threats which you never deliver.
Colonel KĂśnig says heâll snap the young prickâs neck if he ever hurts you in any way, your body or your feelings. You never say to him that the damage is already done â well, perhaps he hasn't hurt your body, which is sore from all the love, yes, but never abused. But he has hurt your feelings many times by being so callous, intimidating, and reckless.
Your nervous system is constantly on high alert with the young recruit who fantasizes very openly and cruelly about all the things heâd like to do to the Colonel (such as "if he tries to show me how to fuck this sweet Muschi again, I will fuck him to his grave with his own dick" or "I have a bullet with your lover's name on it. Have you ever held a gun, kleiner Schatz? Would you like me to show you how to load a rifle?")
When you remind him that youâre the Colonelâs wife, and wonât listen to such violent, stupid nonsense, the young recruit smiles with another devilish grin and says you neednât worry: you wouldnât be a widow for long. He would propose to you once the funeral is over and done with. Perhaps heâll propose at the funeral. Would you like thatâŚ? Would it make you wet?
It's the only time you actually slapped him, and it only got him hard. When you were shocked about that too, he asked why do you think men go to the army in the first place, and urged you to slap the Colonel too and see what it does to him.
What you find a bit funny though is how this entitled young man seems to think about the Colonel everytime heâs inside you. He always brags about how he fucks you better than him, how he knows you prefer his mouth over the old manâs. He knows his cock is bigger too: he compared once when they were having a piss outside. He also knows you should make babies with him: they would be very healthy. Surely youâd choose him over the old Colonel if it came to breeding you? If you ever want children, you only need to ask...
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That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon
(Series)
Chapter three: A shitshow and a happy ending (alternatively, Delia goes out and buys milk)
Chapter warnings: Attempted genocide, thereâs murder, and heavy implications of violent events.
You hoped your skittishness had gotten the message through. If not, the Avgin were fucked big time.
And they were.
You had made a mistake, and it cost you the life of a young boyâs mother.
It was a miscalculation on your part, because how could you not have realized that Kakavashaâs mother was alive in the date you assumed she wouldnât be?
You shouldnât have let her go out there to get food as you entertained her children.
It was too late to regret things, youâd have to think now.
It was rather awkward to tell stories of hope to the children who knew another one of their people had just gotten murdered, but you tried anyways, to give them hope that they can be free from living a life they didnât deserve. Looking at their innocent little faces made you want to cry almostâ you refrained from doing so.
Hundred of hours passed by, and all itâs for is a dreaded countdown to a festival and a boyâs birthday.
You had heard a discussion outside, something about the IPC again. You scowled, snorting as you knew those cowards wouldnât do jack shit for the Avgins.
Because why would they? Your feelings towards them continued to grow sour, and you had half the mind to ask Qlipoth if you could eat some of their peopleâ surely, by the amount of planets that corporation have consumed they wouldnât mind losing a few of their own.
The violent thoughts were shoved to the back burner as you instead focused on the upcoming days. Thereâs the telltale sign of rain, the heavy smell of it lingering in the air as you knew something bad was going to happen.
âGood lord help me.â
You sighed, big and heavy as you prepared yourself for the shitshow about to unfold.
âââââââââ
And you were right.
Thankfully youâve managed to warn enough people that theyâd run before the Katicans got to them. If you had been a human now, this experience would possibly traumatize you forever.
This event was no joke and you were close to just taking out your disguise but realized itâd be dangerous for everyone if you outed yourself. So you opted for gathering enough people in your groupâ some of them held into the hope of the call for help they made to the IPC, but you resorted to shouting that the IPC wonât be coming for them.
The others, those that werenât in your group, had made it a point to scatter out into their own groups as well.
It had been particularly messy, but no one really fully objected to you once they came to the realization that there was no help coming for them at all. If you had been human, your head would have been utterly overwhelmed.
But you were an Aeon, and you were hell bent on saving at least a portion of these people if you couldnât make do for all of them.
It would have been easier if your true physical form could interact without causing accidental harm or even death, but you have to settle for your projection, and hopefully it would be enough.
Your hope came in the form of the same rangers youâve painstakingly summoned for weeks on end, Kakavasha being in the arms of Boothill himself. They made it just in time.
Things were taking a turn for the better.
There were casualties and quite plenty of them, but not in the numbers you remembered a lifetime ago.
There were more survivors than there were people killed, and while you knew their life wouldnât be very easy as you wished it would be, they were alive.
Kakavasha isnât alone anymore with his sister being alive.
It had taken some time for the news to cause an uproar; the discrimination wouldnât be easy to erase still, but the Avgin were at least free.
Kakavasha woke up to a new dawn of the day and found a small piece of aventurine in his fingers. There were small, wooden beads strung together that accompanied it and he squinted his eyes to read what was intricately carved on them.
There, it simply said âHappy birthdayâ.
You were there when he had read it, and even if you wanted to stay, you had other things to do.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and wished him a long, happy life.
âWhy does it feel like youâre saying goodbye?â He asked, his grip on the beads tightening as his brows furrowed in confusion.
âIâŚ.â You hesitantly began. âI have some things to do.â You said carefully. âYou remember Vertin, right?â
âOf course!â He nodded rapidly. âWait⌠will you.. be going out there on a journey like her too?â
âYes.â
âCan I come with you then?â
âNo, you canât.â
âBut why?â
âItâs dangerous to stick around me.â You told him. âYou donât want to be out there yet, youâre not ready.â
ââŚ..â Kakavashaâs lips trembled. âYouâll come back, right? The katicans wouldnât be around to kill us anymore⌠youâre safe like me! Y-you donât have to leave.â
âI know, but donât let your guard down okay?â You ruffled his hair. âWeâre safe, but we never know when thisâll last.â
âSo youâre really leaving?â Kakavasha sulked, his little body leaning on to you as if a plea for you to stay. âWhoâs going to tell me stories? Whoâs going to play games with me and lose all over again?â
You flicked him in the forehead for his last words. âHey, just because I constantly lose to you doesnât mean you can rub it all over me.â You teasingly scolded him, the young boy only laughed.
âDelia.â He called out to you, shifting so he could properly see you.
âYes?â
âSister said you were raised by the katicans.â He said. âAt least she said you were, I donât believe it though. You look like me, and youâre nice.â
âWell, donât let looks fool you.â You pinched his cheek affectionately and he let out a little giggle. âOh yeah, also you know that gentleman with sharp teeth who carried you yesterday?â
âMr. Boothill? Yeah I do, he speaks funny though.â You were tempted to tell this boy the poor cyborg just worked on a censor. âHe said something about a âmuddle fudger who scared everyone in my group shirtlessââŚ.. I think he was trying to say mother fuckeââ you coughed loudly as you covered his mouth.
âWhere did you learn that word?â You asked, Kakavasha blinked as you removed your hand from his mouth, before looking at you straight in the eye with a certainty only a child would have.
âFrom you.â
You sat there and stared at him awkwardly. âOh.â You let out not so gracefully.
He must have listened whenever you cursed under your breath.
âDonât say any of those curse words until youâre at least as old as your sister, okay? If you want to really curse out someone, then follow after Boothillâs example until youâre old enough, got it?â
âGot it.â
âGood, now go to your sister, she has something for you.â He did as you said, however, before leaving the little tent, he looked back at you.
âYouâll come back, right?â
âI will.â
And you never did.
âââââââââââ
While dipping like a cheating father on Christmas Eve was an asshole move, you knew some things were better off without you. You stirred Aventurine from a life he will never know, and for that you gave yourself a pat on the back all the while looking at the unfortunate rangers youâve accidentally terrorized.
Youâd have to apologize to them in some way, you thought to yourself as you saw the ever fading eye bags and the look of familiar terror in their eyes.
You couldnât offer these guys therapy, but you could offer them bounty money.
You pointedly ignore the spooked look on their faces as the intercom on them kept repeating the words âbounty completeâ as several notifications popped out of their phones.
Money was flooding into their account. Where thatâs coming from? Best you donât think of it much.
âI have a feeling itâs the shirtbag who sent us the SOS message that got us this.â Boothill grumbled. âWell Iâll be darned I guess. At least it was smart enough to get us to gather around that planet to stop some stupid shirt from going too far.â
âYou think it could be a follower of Lan too?â One of the rangers asked.
âNah, theyâd fire a shot if they were. That one straight up went for your mental healthâ but I can forgive that I think, we managed to protect folks and answer their cry for help.â One of them answered.
And with that, you were satisfied, turning your gaze away from them to come back to the express.
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âBruh.â You grimaced as you were subjected to the weirdest taste of coffee youâve ever had in your entire life. It tasted like desolation brewed into an innocent little coffee cup.
Welt paid no attention to your suffering as you entertained Himekoâs whims, choosing to read a book instead with the broadcast as white noise.
One of Himekoâs coffees did taste good, but the majority of them tasted like they came out of Satanâs liver.
âOh, thereâs something new in the map.â Himeko said all of a sudden. âAn unclaimed territoryâŚâ She glanced at you, and you innocently ignored her pointed stare as the broadcast rang through the parlor.
Hearing the words of the news and looking at the new planetâ specifically Sigonia IV registered in the map of the star rail, she stared at you in semi disbelief.
âSo thatâs where youâve been.â She whispered, eyes wide in surprise.
âThe place didnât have an anchor, so I couldnât take you guys for an adventure with me.â Not that it was optimal for you to be taking them there anyway, it was better for the galaxy rangers to take over that role instead of the express.
Not because you didnât trust the two people here, but because you simply lacked manpower.
âBesides, it wasnât even fun.â You said. âThereâs no weird monsters that looked like they came out of godâs recycling bin in there. There were just⌠people.â You all left it at that.
It had taken you moments to speak again.
âAnyways, where to next?â
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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV (HERE), Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIIIâŚ.
Jesus Christ this took a bit to cook. The jokes will properly return since the more serious end of the chapters is finished (there are going to be serious moments in the future).
I am on a roll and taking advantage of the creative juices before they run the fuck out.
#aeon reader#himeko x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#reader insert#welt yang x reader#yaoshi x reader#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine#boothill x reader
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Dew, applying lotion: "Man, I always use too much of this stuff..." -looking around for something to smear the excess on, sees Swiss- "No, not him, he has a fuckin' twelve step routine... Mn..." Rain, who just left his room for the first time in a week because he downloaded The Sims again: -scratching an itch- Dew, without hesitation, wiping his hands all over Rain: "Heyyy, bud-What the fuck is this?" Rain, secreting slime, embarrassed: -putting his hands over his face- Dew, looking at his hands: "Bro, what the fuck." Rain: "Look, it's-" Swiss, swiping a finger through the slime coating: "Is this algae?" Rain: "Look-" Dew: "Why are you covered in algae-" -realizing- "YOU GREW POND SCUM FROM STAGNATING IN YOUR ROOM GAMING???" Rain: -whining- Swiss, chanting: "Swamp Boy! Swamp Boy!" Aeon, from the kitchen, not sure what's going on: "Swamp Boy! Swamp Boy!" Aurora, wanting to be included: "Swamp Boy!"
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RIDE WITH ME ft. shinichiro sano. nsfw.Â
You go to a bar to meet up with one of your dating app prospects but he stands you up. Youâre drinking your sorrows away when the guy next to you catches your eye.Â
a/n: im so down bad u guys i just had to write something for him bc i NEED CONTENT. i truly believe he would worship the ground u walk on yes he would. i experimented a little with my writing style bc i felt like it fit better but lemme know what u think. it's my first time posting here for someone that's not jean so pls be nice <3
cw: fem! reader. mdni. nothing crazy just good old porn with a little plot! oral (f! receiving), protected sex. love at first sight coded.Â
6.9k words
tag: @arlerts-angel @milky-aeons @livefromnc @kokonoiscoconut
song: for your love - mĂĽneskin
Your throat burned as you knocked back yet another shot, willing the alcohol to soothe the ache you felt in your chest. It was almost twenty minutes past the time you and your date had agreed to meet... but he was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment flooded your mind as you sat at the bar alone, your feet throbbing in the strappy heels you were wearing and your skin itching from the tight dress you had squeezed into just for tonight. All for some sucker who hadnât bothered to show.Â
Of course he hadnât shown.Â
The weariness of dating was starting to get to you - constant swiping, talking to someone new every week and getting your hopes up, only to have them crushed again when it turned out to be another dud. What was the point in trying anymore, when time after time you were endlessly disappointed. Honestly, you should have known better than to get your hopes up but the hopeless romantic in you longed for the companionship you had always dreamed about. How much longer would you have to do this dance before you found someone who would appreciate everything you had to give?
You looked down at your phone again with a huff, checking one last time for an update. To your surprise there was an unopened notification waiting for you.Â
Hey, sorry I canât make it anymore. Can we reschedule?Â
You snorted in irritation, reading over the text again. Your vision flashed red with anger as you stared down at your screen with gritted teeth. Reschedule? Yeah, as if. If this loser wasnât going to give you the benefit of letting you know before the time of your date then there was a fat chance you would give him another go.Â
With a heavy heart, you sighed and slumped against the counter, waving at the bartender to signal for another drink when you caught his eye. As he took away your glass, you unlocked your phone again and opened a text chain with your friends thinking you might as well make the most of the night since you were all dressed up. Maybe they would be willing to come out and join you now that you were here and dateless with nothing else to do.Â
While you sat there at the bar, on the opposite side of the room, Shinichiro made his entrance into the establishment. He casually scanned his surroundings as he pushed open the door, a small bell jingling as it closed behind him. Groups of patrons gathered at the scattered tables and a lively hum of voices rose over the low music. As always, he set his sight towards the bar and he stopped in his tracks when his eyes caught on you.Â
Shinichiro frequented this bar regularly, often stopping by after work when he needed some time to cool down. It was the case tonight and he had been looking forward to getting a drink alone with his thoughts after a long day working on a new bike ... or at least, he had been planning to drink alone. Talking to a girl hadnât been on the agenda at all, but from the moment he saw you at the bar, perched up on your stool, all of his thoughts went out the window. In an instant, he was captured by your pretty frame, the way your brows drew together as you frowned down at your phone and he studied your image, wondering what you would look like if he could put a smile on your face.Â
WIth a newfound sense of purpose, he approached the bar swiftly and deliberately, only stopping when he was at a comfortable distance next to you. His heart raced as he contemplated his next move and he lifted a hand to wave at the bartender. Now that he was in your vicinity, the heady scent of your perfume trailed towards him, sweet and inviting.
His proximity created a slight shift in the atmosphere around you and your skin prickled and your body tensed on instinct as you became aware of his presence.Â
âHey,â you heard his deep voice say. âWhiskey, neat. Thanks.â
You looked up. You saw the tall man, leaning against the counter with the sleeves of his jacket rolled up past his forearms. Dark hair fell over his face as he spoke to the bartender, his eyes scanning the lines of bottles on the shelves in front of him. From the side, you couldnât see the details of his face but he cut a nice figure as he towered next to you.
As if sensing your gaze, Shinichiro glanced over at you and your eyes locked for a moment before you quickly looked away shyly, a heat warming your cheeks. A breath caught in your throat and your mouth ran dry as your mind took quick notice of his appearance. Yikes⌠heâs good looking.Â
You busied yourself with looking anywhere but at him, your eyes flitting around you in a hurry, your hands flying to your chest to fiddle with the top of your dress. Luckily, you were saved from your flustering by the bartender placing a fresh shot glass in front of you at just the right moment and you reached toward it gratefully, offering him a sheepish smile.
Shinichiro followed your movements closely with a steady gaze. For some reason he couldnât explain and before he could register what he was doing, his hand was flying out to stop you before you could take the drink, his arm moving instinctively without him prompting it to.
Your head snapped toward him, your eyes wide with surprise. His expression was carefully blank, but something bright flickered behind the dark pools of his eyes. You narrowed your own back at him, a scowl twisting your lips.Â
âLet me buy you a real drink,â Shinichiro began. The words tumbled out of him, clumsy and not as smooth as he hoped. He winced inwardly. What was he saying?
You continued to glare at him only adding to the nerves he felt as he attempted a cool smirk, hoping he appeared more collected than he felt. He accepted the glass being offered to him by the bartender, grateful for the small distraction and the amber liquid swirled as he brought it toward him. His other hand remained outstretched in front of you to block your movement as he held your gaze.  Â
Unimpressed, you huffed out a laugh as you gave him a proper once over. You were no stranger to cheesy one liners and guys trying to pick you up when you went out. His appearance was simple - dark jacket over a white t-shirt that was stained with spots of dark ink and light wash jeans. The dim lighting of the bar casted shadows across the planes of his face and his dark eyes gleamed at you. He wasnât exactly striking, but he was handsome in a way that tugged at your chest and interest stirred in you, your body ever the traitor.Â
âDoes that normally work for you?â You asked coolly, your eyebrows raised in a disbelieving look.
Although you had tried to play it off, your survey of him hadnât gone unnoticed by him and he smirked around his glass as he took a sip of his drink. âI donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
âMmhmm.â In a swift motion, you swept your glass around his hand and lifted it to your lips, downing the liquid. You welcomed the burn, letting it warm the ice in your heart.Â
He chuckled and took a seat on the stool next to you. Of course you wouldnât be so easy. It was a good thing he always liked a challenge - if there was one thing he excelled at, it was going for what he wanted and never backing down.
You ignored his presence, turning away from him and scrolling on your phone again. Unluckily for you, all of your friends had replied to you with their apologies, already busy with their own plans. You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you would have to admit defeat and head home for the night empty handed.Â
Shinichiro shifted in his seat next to you, clearing his throat lightly. His fingers tapped on the counter less than a foot from where your elbows pressed into the smooth surface. You peered in your peripheral vision at him and watched as his finger traced around the ring of condensation left on the surface by his glass. He nursed his drink slowly and stared blankly into the distance with an expression that was hard to read. Laughter swirled around you as the two of you sat solemnly, lost in your own thoughts.
âLong day?â You asked finally to break the silence. Curiosity would always get the better of you.Â
Shinichiroâs head snapped toward you in surprise. While you had been mourning your lack of social life, he had been trying to think of what he could say next to get your attention. The last thing he had predicted was that you would initiate the conversation yourself. Â
âIt wasnât too bad,â he replied. âYou look like youâve had better though.âÂ
You shrugged and tried to keep your expression in check. A short laugh huffed out of you in an attempt to mask your bitter words. âYeah. I was supposed to be on a date. He stood me up though.âÂ
âSomeone stood you up? Why would they ever do that?â
âI donât know. Whatever. It doesnât matter.âÂ
He cocked his head to the side, appraising you up and down carefully. His eyes lingered on your bare thighs and your chest and his body subconsciously responded to the sight, his heart skipping a beat or two and his dick twitching in his pants. You were pretty, beautiful even, and he was only a man.Â
âI would never leave you hanging. A girl like you? He must have been a schlub.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at him again, studying his face. âDoes that one work for you too?âÂ
A carefree laugh bubbled out of him as he shook his head, his hair falling to frame his face. âNot really. Not a lot works for me usually, to be honest.âÂ
His candour surprised you. His dark eyes bore into yours, earnest and a little shameless. He didnât appear to care much about the way he came off to you and it made you want to lower your guards just a little.
âIâm Shinichiro,â he said, holding out his hand. His fingers were dirty, discoloured by the same dark smudges that painted his clothes. He noticed you staring and pulled back his hand, wiping it against his shirt. âSorry, I just finished work. I promise I washed my hands, itâs just this stuff is hard to get off.â A flush graced his cheeks as his eyes darted to your face and away in embarrassment. âI own a motor shop and Iâve been fixing up a bike all day.âÂ
âOh,â you hummed. You introduced yourself, telling him your name as you held out your hand. You were no stranger to getting your hands dirty yourself and you were polite, if nothing else. His eyes softened and after a slight pause he leaned forward to take it, squeezing it hard. Calluses lined his palms and your skin tingled from the roughness as you shook his hand.Â
âSo, Shinichiro⌠I told you my story. You tell me yours. What brings you here on this fine night?âÂ
He grinned at you, taking a sip of his drink. âWell, like I said. I just got off work. I come here to wind down sometimes, get a drink.âÂ
âOn your own?âÂ
âMy friends can get a bit rowdy. Sometimes I enjoy the peace and quiet of being alone.âÂ
You shifted in your seat, uncrossing then recrossing your legs. Your fingers played with the hem of your dress and pulled it down when it rode up your thigh as you changed positions. It was hard to miss the way his breath hitched and his eyes flickered as he followed your movements. âDo you want me to leave you alone then?â
Shinichiro shook his head, breaking out of his trance. âNo, I think youâre cool. I want to get to know you more.âÂ
You laughed, the sound bubbling out of you and into his heart. âIf I didnât know any better I would think youâre hitting on me.âÂ
âIs it working?â His eyes twinkled with humour. He couldnât help but feel hopeful and he tried to ignore the excitement building inside him, twisting his stomach with nerves.
âMaybe⌠Youâll have to wait and see.âÂ
He gestured toward your empty shot glass. âDo you want another?â
You considered it for a moment, letting yourself indulge in the possibility before you shook your head regretfully, heaving out a sigh. As nice as it was to talk to him, the disappointment of your date being a no show had already ruined your night. Had you been in a better mood, you would have loved to continue flirting with him.Â
âNo, I think Iâll go home. I might as well get changed into something comfortable and drown my sorrows in my own bed.âÂ
His heart sank a little at your words, disappointment creeping in. He had only just got here and you were already ready to go, right when he felt like he was getting somewhere. Unwilling to let you go too easily, he tried his hand at another play. âHow are you getting home?âÂ
âI was going to call an uber.â
âDonât waste your money. Let me take you home. My bike is parked out front, you can sit on the back.âÂ
You snorted, shaking your head. âHavenât you been drinking? Itâs fine, donât worry about me.âÂ
âIâve only had one,â he tried to reassure you, gesturing to his glass. âIâm fine, it takes more than a couple drinks for me to feel anything. I wouldnât offer if I didnât feel up for it.âÂ
Maybe it was because you were a little tipsy but part of you wanted to say yes. He offered a hesitant smile as he looked down at you with an earnest expression and his invitation tempted you just a little. Thankfully to your benefit though, you had enough presence of mind to know better. He was just a stranger after all. A cute one, but a stranger nonetheless.
âIâm okay. Thanks for the offer, I appreciate it.âÂ
Shinichiro nodded, accepting your refusal with a heavy heart. It made sense; he couldnât blame you really. If you were Emma, he would have expected her to do the same thing. Still, it didnât make it sting any less as he nodded, lifting his glass toward you in acknowledgement as you gathered your things and turned to leave.Â
Unable to contain himself, he chanced another look at you as you walked away. His eyes tracked the way you slinked away on your heels, your hips swaying with every step. As you opened the door and stepped outside, he turned back to the bar and heaved out a sigh. Â
The bartender caught his eye with raised eyebrows and Shinichiro reluctantly pushed his glass forward to accept another drink. An uneasy feeling crept over him as he sat there, trying to process his encounter with you and dread flooded to form a pit in his stomach and his heart sank impossibly further when he realised he had made a dire mistake.Â
Idiot. He had forgotten to ask you for your number.Â
***
It had been two weeks since Shinichiro had met you. Two weeks, since he had last seen you.Â
He had tried not to think about it too much. He knew it was silly of him to get so bothered by it. You were just a stranger really, you had barely shared more than a few minutes together... but there was just something about you that he couldnât forget. Everyday, when he had a spare moment, he would flashback to his conversation with you and regret every decision he had ever made. He had kicked himself enough over the past few days for not getting your number or not insisting to buy you another drink.Â
When he walked into the bar again on another Friday night, he wasnât expecting to see you there at the counter. And yet there you were, in another short dress, the hem riding up your thighs, perched up on your stool. His brain short circuited slightly as he looked you up and down, his breath catching in his throat. As if in a trance, he began moving toward you like a moth would to a flame, weaving his way past tables until the bar came into full view.
All of a sudden he was stuttering to a stop in his tracks. Blood roared in his ears and his vision tunnelled as he took in the reality of the situation in front of him. You were here, yes, but not alone this time, instead clearly talking with a man next to you. Shinichiro watched with dread in his heart as you tipped your head back at something your companion said, your shoulders shaking with laughter as the man smiled smugly, his eyes raking over your body. Jealousy coursed through his veins at the sight. What could possibly be so funny?Â
Shinichiro approached the bar slowly. His legs felt heavy with lead as the distance between the two of you lessened little by little. Part of him wanted to leave immediately, but another just wanted to see if you would acknowledge him if he stood within your reach. Would you even remember him?Â
When he finally finished crossing the floor, he leaned against the counter behind you with his eyes fixed in front of him. He didnât dare to spare you a glance.
Your body was stiff with irritation as you sat there on your stool. Your face ached from holding the smile on your face as laughter came out of you in forced bursts. To your right, your date sat facing you with a broad smile, completely oblivious to the discomfort you felt. You were decidedly not having a good time.
Despite your recent disappointment, you had tried to bounce back and had come out tonight on yet another date with yet another guy. Alas, it was to no avail. Although it had only been half an hour, you already knew it was going nowhere - there was no chemistry, his photos were definitely outdated and honestly the way he was looking at you gave you the creeps. Great, another dud. All throughout the date, your thoughts had kept drifting back to the last time you had been here and Shinichiroâs face flashed in your mind. If only your date had been someone like him.Â
As you shifted in your seat to reach for your drink, you became aware of a person standing to your side. You turned to look over your shoulder and gasped as surprise overcame you when you saw who it was. The man was busy looking down at something on his phone and hadn't seemed to have noticed you next to him but you recognised the handsome face instantly. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself. Without a second to waste, you pounced on the opportunity to ditch your date.
âShinichiro!âÂ
For Shinichiro, the sound of his name coming from your voice was completely unexpected. He jolted in shock as he turned toward you with wide eyes. You were grinning broadly at him, your eyes sparkling in delight and warmth filled his body as a natural response. He was an honest man. He couldn't deny that the sight of your face did numbers on his heart. Â
âOh, hey!â He said, trying to recover, a smile playing on his lips. "Fancy seeing you here!" He glanced curiously over at the stranger next to you who in turn scowled back at him.Â
âShinichiroâs a good friend,â you said enthusiastically as you turned back to your date. âI havenât seen him in a while. Is it okay if he joins us?âÂ
Your date frowned, his face twisting in distaste. If you had any feelings toward him you would have felt bad for the clear confusion you were causing him. âYou want him to join our date?âÂ
âYeah. Weâre just hanging out anyway.â
He scoffed. âHanging out? Are you serious? I didnât come all this way and buy you a drink just to hang out.âÂ
Despite it probably being warranted, his attitude was not appreciated. You glared at the man, your eyes cold enough to turn him to ice. âWell, I want to talk to him. If you donât like it you can leave.âÂ
âIs this for real?â The man looked at Shinichiro who shrugged, unable to contain the cheshire cat grin that stretched his lips.Â
Your date huffed, grumbling to himself as his eyes flicked back and forth between you and Shinichiro. His cheeks reddened with frustration and his lips quivered in anger as he stood in a hurry and gathered his things. âYou know what? Fuck this,â he snapped. âIâm gonna go. What a waste of timeâÂ
You lifted your hand in a wave, smiling sweetly, his reaction not bothering you in the slightest. âBye!â You called after him as he stomped away.Â
Shinichiro waited for the man to leave, before taking his place next to you. Your eyes locked in a shared moment as you processed the turn of events and in an instant the two of you were bursting into laughter, your shoulders shaking as giggles tumbled out of you.Â
âI was trying to find an excuse to get rid of him,â you sputtered, trying to contain your laughter. âSeems the universe sent you to me at just the right time.â
Shinichiro admired the way your face lit up in unabashed joy, the corners of your eyes crinkling as your mouth stretched wide in the prettiest smile he had ever seen. âThe universe does work in interesting ways,â he snickered in response. For example, he thought to himself, the fact that he had been hoping to see you again and here you were in front of him, the second chance he had been praying for.Â
You continued to smile up at him sweetly, looking up through your eyelashes as humour danced behind your eyes. Truthfully, you had been hoping to see him here too.
âSo, are you going to buy me a drink, Shinichiro?âÂ
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. âAre you going to let me?âÂ
You crossed your arms in front of you. He tried not to pay attention to the way it brought his focus to your chest. You nodded toward your empty glass, a clear message in your gaze, and he leaned over the counter, waving at the bartender to get his attention. He pointed to your glass.Â
âCan I get another one of whatever she had ⌠and a beer for me, please.âÂ
You hummed in thought, cocking your head to the side. âJust a beer today? I remember you had something a bit stronger last time.âÂ
He grinned, pleased to know you had been paying attention.Â
âI want to make sure Iâm sober enough to take you home tonight.âÂ
He held his breath as he watched your reaction. You blinked at him in surprise, although there was no reason you should have been. He was sure he had been clear enough in his intentions the last time you had met. A flush warmed your cheeks as you tried to keep your composure but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Shinichiro grinned in satisfaction. Gotcha.Â
Time passed quickly as the two of you conversed. The banter came easily, laughter flowing freely. You were funny, he realised, more than he thought ⌠and beautiful, exactly his type. Multiple times throughout the night, he'd had to pause to remind himself to keep it together, lest he fall too hard too fast. You had only really just met and it was proving difficult to reign it in when you were hitting it off so smoothly like this.Â
An hour later, you were still nursing the drink he had bought you, twisting it around in your hands as you smiled warmly at him. A small part of him hoped it was because you wanted to prolong the conversation for as long as possible. He would buy you another this time, if it meant you would stay to talk to him. The grip you had wrapped around his heart tightened as you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes twinkling in the low light.
âSo when are you going to take me home, Shinichiro?âÂ
Your sweet voice tugged at his chest, your words catching him off guard. Your hand fell down to rest on his forearm and squeezed tight. Your playful look told him a clear message, and he received it wholeheartedly, instantly becoming putty in your hands.
âHow about now?â He offered, holding out his hand.Â
You giggled in response as you took it, clutching it tight.Â
***
The ride to your place went by in a blur. His head was a mess as his bike rumbled beneath him, the engine roaring as he zipped down the road with you sitting behind him. All of his thoughts were consumed by the feeling of you pressed up against his back, your arms wound around his waist, gripping tight on his shirt as your bare thighs enveloped him. All of his energy was focused on staring straight ahead, ignoring the blood pumping in his veins to gather down between his legs.
It was a relief when he finally pulled onto your street. You helpfully tapped his shoulder and extended an arm to point in front of him at your house and he swiftly parked his bike before helping you off with an outstretched hand. He carefully lifted the helmet that he normally used for himself gently off your head.Â
âHow was that for your first ride?â He asked, shaking out his shoulders and breathing in the night air.
âGood!â You nodded enthusiastically and he chuckled, smoothing down the top of your hair.Â
A wide grin stretched on your face as you blinked at him. Your cheeks flushed with excitement and your eyes sparkled with newfound energy. He couldnât help but admire the way it lit up your face in a pretty glow and his hand fell down your hair to twist the ends around his finger. The night was quiet but electricity sparked between the two of you as you stood there in front of your door.Â
âDo you wanna come in?â You asked the question he had been waiting for, your hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt.Â
âI- I shouldnât. We only just met.âÂ
âSo? Isn't this why you chatted me up? Why you bought me a drink? Why you took me home?âÂ
âYouâre drunk, more than me. I donât want to take advantage of you.âÂ
âOh, youâre so honourable,â you said with a voice all saccharine. âItâs okay, Iâm more sober than you think. Iâm offering now, Shinichiro. Take it or leave it.âÂ
His eyes locked onto yours and he nodded. Okay, was all he said before you were pulling him into your house and closing the door behind you.
In a quick motion, he had you pushed up against the door, pressing you back against it. His hands cupped your cheeks as your mouths met in a passionate kiss. Your lips were soft against his and time stopped as you moved together in a messy dance of give and take. Everything in his body honed in on the feeling of you, your mouth, your skin, and he deepened the kiss, desperate for more. Blood roared in his ears and his heart raced wildly, his body moving completely by instinct. A low moan slipped out of you when his tongue slid over yours and the sound landed straight between his legs where his dick was growing harder by the second.
âWhereâs your bedroom?â
His voice was low and rough with arousal. You swallowed thickly, eyes half lidded as you blinked up at him. As if in a daze, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along as you hurried toward your open bedroom door.Â
Once there, he pushed you down on your bed so you were lying on your back and climbed over you, caging you between his forearms. He towered over you as he bared his weight into them on either side of your head and his legs trapped you underneath him so you had nowhere to go. Silky dark hair fell down over his eyes as he dipped his head to capture your mouth again in an eager kiss, his soft lips moving fervently against your own.
Your legs wrapped around his hips and you squeezed tight, lifting your hips as you brought his bulging crotch close toward you. The stiff fabric of his jeans brushed against your aching body, your thin underwear already damp with your arousal, and you mewled, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sparks of pleasure it gave you. He groaned into your mouth in return, his hips jerking into you, craving more friction.Â
His mouth travelled down your body, sucking the soft skin behind your ear, noting the way your body responded to his touch. Your back arched when he trailed down your neck, lapping at your skin and there was a sharp intake of breath as he nipped lightly with his teeth. The fact that you were still wearing clothes grated on his nerves and he tugged at the hem of your dress in annoyance.
âOff,â he grunted out through gritted teeth.Â
Your pupils dilated and your chest heaved as you did what he said. With shaking fingers, you reached behind you to unzip your dress and pulled it hastily down past your shoulders. You hadnât bothered to wear a bra tonight and your upper body was now exposed to him in all its glory.Â
His breath caught in his throat as he stared down at you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing. A hand came down to cup a breast and he revelled in the way you moaned his name as he rolled a hard nipple with his fingers. Not one to waste any time, he swooped down to latch onto the other with his mouth, licking at the stiff bud with his tongue and sucking into your soft skin.Â
You moaned above him, keening as you lifted your hips up flush against his. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingertips lightly clawing into his skin.
âShin, please,â you breathed out. âI want you to touch me.âÂ
His eyes snapped up to your face, dark with lust. He released your tits as he rose back up to capture your mouth in another kiss. His hips rolled into yours, deliberate this time, and you arched into him, desperate and needy.Â
âYou want me to touch you, pretty girl?â His hips rocked again, grinding against your aching pussy. âIâm touching you already, arenât I?â
You mewled under him, bucking into him to chase the sensation. Desire coursed through your veins as you blinked up at him through your haze. You were beginning to lose your grip on reality; everything in your body screamed at you with the need for more.
His eyes widened when he saw your hand slide down your legs in an attempt to try and relieve the throbbing between your thighs. In a swift motion, he was stilling your hand, gripping your wrist tight.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He hissed.
âPlease, Shin. I need more. I want to feel you inside me.â
His eyes narrowed, irises impossibly dark. He pushed back onto his knees, towering over you as he pulled your dress down your legs. Your arousal was on full display now, your damp underwear a clear show of your desire. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat and his fingers grazed the wet spot as he slid his hand over your crotch.Â
You moaned helplessly and lifted your hips up as he removed your underwear. Despite it all, a small cloud of self consciousness hung over you as you lay there vulnerable and bare in front of him. It was easy to ignore though, when you saw the way his eyes flashed with desire as he looked down at you. His mouth hung open as he zoned in on your pussy, dripping wet and ready for him and he licked his lips as if getting ready to eat the best meal of his life.
âIf you wanted me this badly, you should have said so. I would be happy to help.â
His fingers slid against your folds, gathering the wetness as he began putting light pressure on your sensitive clit. You jerked underneath him, your thighs subconsciously moving to close together but he trapped them open, pushing them apart with his arms. Heat began to build in your core, blooming to extend throughout your limbs.Â
âYou look so pretty like this, baby.â His fingers dipped down to your wet opening, catching at the entrance before sliding back up. âI bet you taste good. I need to know. Can I?â Â
You were so light headed, dizzy with arousal that all you could do was nod. It was all he needed before he was leaning down, sliding back on the bed until his face was hovering between your legs. His hot breath fanned over your cunt and it clenched around nothing, already so sensitive in anticipation. He licked a stripe up your slit, lapping up your wetness before directing his attention to your clit. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, sucking as his tongue skimmed over the bundle of nerves and his fingers came back to play with your folds. By the time he finally slid one inside you, you were paralysed with pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you whimpered his name.Â
He sucked in a breath at the feeling of your warmth around him as you released a moan. He slowly began pumping his finger as he continued sucking at your clit, curling inside you to massage at the spongy walls. You squeezed around him in an effort to amplify the sensation and it sent blood rushing to the growing member between his legs. A wet spot was forming in his own underwear and he couldnât help himself from grinding down into the mattress.Â
Electricity raced through your nerves as he added another finger and your thighs began to tremble as you neared your orgasm. You gripped your bed sheets tight as he expertly stroked you in a perfect rhythm while his tongue flicked at your clit.
"I'm gonna cum!" You gasped as you teetered at the edge and he moaned into your pussy in response, so far gone just from giving you what you needed. His heavy lidded eyes flicked up to meet yours and the heady look on his flushed face was the final thing you saw before you were careening off the edge, the waves hitting you all at once.
You cried out as you came around him, jerking and thrashing underneath his weight.
âThatâs it,â he praised as you pulsed around his fingers. âThatâs it, pretty girl.â
He stroked your thigh up and down as you shook underneath him, mesmerised by the sight of your pussy clenching. His dick strained hard against his pants and he moved back up to kneel on the bed, unzipping his pants quickly and pulling down his underwear for some relief. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy in his hand and he tugged at it, the angry tip leaking with precum. With the small remaining self preservation he had, he reached into his pocket before removing his pants to find the spare condom in his wallet for situations like these.Â
Even through your haze, your eyes widened at the sight. Your mouth salivated and heat began building in your core again as you watched, entranced by the way his hand slid over the tip, rolling the condom down over his length. You bit your lip as your pussy clenched in desire - you needed to feel every inch of him inside you.
He groaned as his heavy lidded eyes met yours. âYou still want me inside you? You ready for this cock?â
You nodded fervently. âPlease, Shin, I want it so bad.âÂ
âCome, ride me then.âÂ
He sat down on the bed, leaning back to rest against the pillows. You eagerly moved to straddle him, hovering over his hips and reached down to wrap your hand around his dick, grinning when you felt him in your grasp. Without a second to waste, you lined him up and slowly sank down, feeling him fill you up inch by inch.Â
âOh fuck, you feel so good,â Shinichiro hissed when you finally sat down flush against his hips. Your walls squeezed so tight around him and it took him all of the self control he had not to flip you over and fuck into you himself.Â
His eyes rolled back in delight when you started moving, lifting your weight and sliding up and down his length. You leaned back with your hands finding purchase on his thighs and it made your back arch, your tits bouncing as you impaled yourself on his cock, finding the right angle where it hit you just where you needed it. He watched you move in awe, hands came up to pinch your nipples as you threw your head back, whining in pleasure.Â
âFuck! Keep going, you feel so good. I've been wanting to do this for weeks. It's all I've been thinking about,â He moaned, unable to control himself. It was all he could do to just lie there and let you use him however you wanted. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing only on the sensation of your heat sucking him in as he fell deeper and deeper into the feeling of you. His head was so dizzy with lust - all he could think about was you, you, you.Â
You continued to bounce in his lap, relishing in the stretch of his cock. His tip slid through your walls, hitting every nerve, and it sent electricity radiating throughout your body, almost too much to bear. The sound of your skin slapping together and the bed rocking filled the room as you deliriously rolled your hips in an effort to chase your high.Â
Sensing that you were nearing your limit, he reached down with a hand to rub at your clit and your thighs trembled as you clenched even tighter around him, each stroke of him inside you bringing you closer and closer towards another orgasm. It only took you a few more seconds before you cried out, waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.Â
Your movements stuttered as you pulsed around him, clenching to build a pressure so tight in his balls he felt like could burst. Wanting to chase his own release, he planted his feet and thrusted up into you, his arms wrapping around you as you fell limp against his chest. His grunts filled the room as his hips snapped up to meet yours, fucking into you relentlessly. You whimpered, continuing to shudder from satisfaction and overstimulation as he slammed into you harder and faster. Â
âShit, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum!â Shinichiro cried out, his brows furrowed, his teeth gritted together as he gave one final thrust, his hips driving in all the way. Curses fell from his lips as he spilled into the condom, cock twitching inside you while you milked him for every drop. Darkness fell over his vision as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he came so hard that he swore he blacked out.
A blanket of quiet settled over the room, the only sounds being your panting as the two of you lay there catching your breath. You slumped on top of his chest, sweaty skin sticking to his, and his heart beat wildly under your ear, matching the rhythm of your own. He gently smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to tuck it behind your ear and you blinked at him with your lips lifted in a satisfied smile. He slowly lifted your hips with his hands and your eyes fluttered at the slide of his softening dick inside you and the emptiness left behind when he pulled out. He rolled off the condom, tying it before tossing it into your rubbish bin.Â
Flushed and spent, you settled into his side, testing the waters as you wriggled in closer towards him. His arm tightened around your shoulders and he pulled you in, closing the space between your bodies, letting you wrap your limbs around him. Heat radiated between you as you leaned your head against his chest again and listened to the slowly steadying of his heart. Â
âSo, how was your first ride with me?â You teased with flushed cheeks and a dazed look.Â
Shinichiro chuckled softly and brushed away the hair on your forehead. His friends had always made fun of him for being so weak with women, always falling hard and fast, regardless of the possibility of rejection. They were right sometimes, he did have a tendency of jumping right into the deep end. But this time, he would be damned if he let you slip out of his grasp. No... now that he'd had his first taste, there was no way in hell he was going to let you go.Â
âIf this is how good it was the first time, it better not be the last,â he replied simply, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
You let out a satisfied hum in response. A small smile crept onto your face as you lightly trickled a finger down his chest. You hoped it wouldnât be the last as well.Â
cuddling with a one night stand? that's crazy! but i know shin would. he's the type to move in after the second hookup. i said what i said!!
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â pairing(s): boothill x gn reader
⊠in which: boothill's been quiet since he came back from penacony. way too quiet.
⧠a/n: little by little im chipping away at my depressive episode and building my motivation again
⌠taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora
đ cw: gn reader, 2.6 spoilers, mention of torture, hurt/comfort, not proofread
â wc: 2.4k
Ever since his most recent trip to Penacony, Boothill had been spacing out more when he got home. He insisted, very firmly, that you stay at home this time, leaving no room for any discussion. You were to stay home no matter what, and if he found you had tried to sneak out, even to the town, there would be words to be had. He was never this demanding, and he never barred you from going out. Yet when he told you, there was a certain look in his eyes. Fear. Something so rare within him that it made you obey without a word of protest. Now that he is back, he hasnât been as energetic as youâre used to. In fact, he had practically stayed glued to the couch.Â
You could poke and prod at him and he wouldnât so much as smirk, and you hadnât even gotten so much of a squeak out of him aside from why he had left in the first place. Despite his victory, he was just⌠quiet. You wake up to him staring at the ceiling, chewing on his lip. Even though he doesnât necessarily need sleep, heâs always cuddling up to you when you go to sleep. So when you wake up next to him (quite a rare sight), itâs odd.
Not just that, but you notice he spends an oddly long time gazing out over the plains that surround your house, nearly unphased when you poke and squeeze at his cheeks. Itâs not that he is entirely silent the whole time, but his words are few and far between. You canât remember the last time heâd been so lost in thought.
After the third day, youâve decided youâve had enough. It was fine if he didnât want to talk about it (though you are certain it would help), but you were starting to miss Boothillâs voice, or the silly things he would do. So, you catch him on the couch while heâs charging, deciding to lay on top of him. Cheek to cheek, you press into him with a smile.
âHi,â You say simply. Boothill doesnât react much, looking up at you with his eye and a small grin.
âHey, darlinâ,â He responds, his voice quiet.
âWhatcha thinkinâ about?â
âMh, nothinâ,â Boothill sighs, shifting awkwardly just a little beneath you. You raise your eyebrow, and he sighs, admitting defeat so easily. âOkay. Thinkinâ about a lot.â
âCare to share?â
âI dunno sugar, itâs kinda heavy,â
âHeavy is the cost.â
A silence stretches between the two of you, as Boothill ruminates over whether or not to share whatâs on his mind. You lean further into him, draping yourself over him like a blanket, even though he wasnât necessarily the most comfortable person to lay on. You werenât going to say it out loud, and you have spent hours on him before, so it wasnât necessarily a problem. There were days where his body was the most wonderful thing to lay on, when he had been lounging in the sun and you had been unbearably cold for Aeons knows what reason. In moments like those, he was like your own space heater.
âWell, I mean, there was a lot goinâ on in Penacony, and all these mind games, andâŚâ Boothill sighs, his body relaxing slightly as he pulls an arm out from under you and slings it over your waist. âGot to rememberinâ a lot of things. Stuff I ainât exactly keen on thinkinâ about. Now I canât stop.â
âDo you think telling me about it would help?â You purse your lips, blinking at him inquisitively.Â
âHavenât I yapped enough? I swear you ask me about all oâ this at least once a week,â He pokes at your side, causing you to squirm and yelp, before he takes hold of your waist and readjusts both of you, so heâs sitting up and cradling you in his lap. âGonna make me talk til my jaw falls off, you know that?â
âIâm sorryâŚâ
âDonât apologize, darlinâ,â Boothill smiles, something gentle despite his normally cocky grin. âI know you mean well. Youâre the only one I like talkinâ to about this stuff, anyways.â
You tilt your head, silently asking him to continue. For a moment he doesnât get the hint, raising his brow and chewing on his lip. Heâs always been avoidant of such topics like the past, not that you could squeeze much out of him regardless. The most he let you know was of his family, specifically why he held a grudge against the IPC, and who he held a grudge against. Not to mention, he doesnât enjoy talking things out much. He enjoys venting whateverâs gnawing at him in other ways, such as shooting. Still, he always seems to relent when you askâŚ
âAh! Uhm, wellâŚâ He wraps both his arms around you, finally sitting up. He readjusts, making sure youâre seated comfortably in his lap. âThey got me thinkinâ about when I was a kid⌠Well, more than that, really. Hard to explain.â
âI can listen all day. I like your voice.â You reply smugly.
âIâ Thatâs not what I meantâŚâ He chuckles sheepishly, shaking his head. âIt was like a⌠hm. Felt like the kind of stuff the IPC had done to me when they caught me.â
Suddenly, you donât know how to react. Your flirty demeanor drops, and so does your smile. Part of you didnât think itâd be this kind of conversation. While he said it was heavy, you really didnât think itâd be on the same level. Boothill sighs, patting your back lightly at your reaction.
âIt ainât that bad. Iâm back home now, right? All in one piece.â He consoles, his voice just a tinge softer than before.
âYeah, butââ
âIt didnât do much to me, really. Just got me thinkinâ,â He shrugs so nonchalantly, like torture is something heâs used  to. âYou asked, right? Lemme continue.â
With a huff, you concede. He strokes through your hair leisurely at your complacence, taking another moment to enjoy the quiet moment. As if what he was about to explain wasnât something as terrifying as torture.
âIt was somethinâ goinâ on with Dr. Primitive. Or at least, someone who aspired to be like him. Really odd thing, actually. With these monkeys and bananas, people wanted to become one. People were becoming one. Freaky, really. I mean, the things were cute nâ all⌠Not the point.â He takes a deep breath, âSome sort of induction⌠they⌠I donât know how they did it, but they were able to bring back some sort of past version of meâŚ? Took almost everything from me, voice, hearing, colors, sight, anger⌠they took it all. And suddenly, I felt like I was a kid again.â
The silence continues, while you ponder if anything youâll say will be right, or okay. Thereâs not much you can think of to say, without sounding out of place. Dr. Primitive was one thing, and something horrifying at that, but the monkeys threw you off. Furthermore, what Boothill had described made your body feel⌠cold. It felt like it was one step away from wiping his memory completely.Â
âWhatâs with that look?â He chuckles, shaking off the heavy air so easily. âYou asked me to tell you, right?â
âYeahâŚâ You sigh. Itâs still quite hard to wrap your mind around such things, but you do your best to ignore it.
âNow you sound all sad. Câmon, Iâm alive, ainât I? Plus, I think I do feel a little better now that I think about itâŚâ
His voice tapers off at the end, before pursing his lips as if he was thinking. Again. Before you can ask him what else heâs got on his mind, his eyes light up. Without so much as a grunt, he picks you up and sets you down on the floor.Â
âHere, actually, I think Iâve figured out somethinâ,â He says, placing a hand on the small of your back as he leads you to the front door. He makes no further effort to explain what he meant, simply choosing to lead you off with a smile.
As he opens the door, light spills into the cabin. The land looks practically golden, youâve forgotten just how beautiful the plains are at sunset. When you two step out on the porch, a light breeze greets you, wading through the grass. Boothill lets out another chuckle, before stepping off the porch. He stands still for a moment, appreciating the art of the world, the way the wind whispered across the grass, the birds in the distance and their song, and finally, he lets out a content sigh.
âCanât say itâs as beautiful as Aeragan-Epharshel, butâŚâ He begins, looking back at you for a moment, waving you closer. âItâs close enoughâŚâ
âWhat do you mean?â You finally take a step down off the porch. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer with an even bigger smile.
âAll that work they did, well it gave me a hankerinâ for the past,â He takes a deep breath, his voice wavering ever so slightly. âDonât like thinkinâ about it too much cause then I miss it even more.â
He cocks his head down at you, before his hand slides from your waist to your own, interlocking fingers. Theyâre not cold, for once, about body temperature. Perhaps thatâs what you get for laying on top of him. He starts to lead you through the grass, his other hand gliding over the soft blades, sometimes grabbing at one just for the fun of it. However, thereâs a certain sadness pulling at his face, his stride, even. Heâs quiet for another minute, before he stops.
âItâs odd only feelinâ the wind in my hair.â He states, allowing nature to fill the silence once more.
âBoothillâŚâ You mutter, reluctantly wiggling your hand out of his, reaching up to cup his cheek instead.
âItâs okay, sugar, I donât need any pity,â Despite his words, he leans into your touch so easily, eyes fluttering closed. âJust⌠expressinâ myself.â After a beat, he opens his eyes and looks back out on the landscape, sighing softly. âI miss all the mischief Iâd get into. After Iâd finished my work on the ranch, Iâd⌠run off somewhere, mostly off to the town. Iâd get into all sorts of trouble just to keep myself from gettinâ bored. So I could get a chance to run through the fields again.â
He turns to you with a somber look in his eyes, as if heâd tear up. Not that he could, heâd lost that function long ago. His hands fall to your waist, gripping gently at the fabric of your shirt.
âThereâs nothinâ quite like that feelinâ. Runninâ through the fields, the wind in your hair, stinginâ your cheeks and fingers, heart beatinâ fast as you find somewhere to hideâŚâ He continues. Again, his voice wavers, and he swallows. He does his best to hold off on his own sadness, something he hadnât allowed himself to properly feel for Aeons knows how long. âI guess I sorta get it still⌠beinâ wanted ânâ all⌠but it ainât the same. It ainât never been the same sinceâŚâ
He ducks his head, the wind causing his hair to obscure his face. His hat dips, and you raise your hand to catch it. You donât know what else to do. You havenât seen Boothill this sad, ever. Heâs always so rowdy and practically radiant, and yet now heâs dour, forcing himself to get his words through. He sniffles, then lets out a choked sound that goes straight to your heart. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him in close and squishing your face against his chest. The minute your arms meet his body, he mirrors the gesture. He practically crumbles in your arms, knees buckling as if he were flesh and bone, sliding down in your arms until his knees are planted firmly in the ground beneath you. In turn he presses his ear to your chest, listening to the gentle sound of your beating heart. At this, he grasps your shirt so tightly, pulling you impossibly closer, letting out another whine.
You pet through his hair, doing your best to still your own thoughts. Not only have you never seen Boothill sad before, you donât think youâve ever seen him so⌠weak. Especially on the topic of his past. He could always speak of Clementine, of Nick and Gray, even of his hatred for the IPC with such confidence. Never once did his voice break, did his scowl turn into a frown. His body is wracked with shudders, biting his lip to quiet his sobs.
You two stay like that for a couple of more minutes, Boothill clinging onto you for dear life while you did your best to comfort him, scratching at his scalp and shushing him gently, whispering all sorts of cliche things to calm him down. Eventually, he finally lets up, with a soft breath. His grip weakens on your clothes, and he stands up. When he does, you card your fingers through his hair, moving his bangs from his face. He canât help but let out a weak chuckle, allowing you to enjoy the feeling.
âMâsorry honey,â He mutters, his shoulders sagging slightly. âDidnât mean to get all gloomy like that.â
âItâs fine, really,â You smile, your fingers lingering in his hair, before pulling away. âI think you needed it.â
âI⌠probably,â He sighs, âJust got too caught up in⌠all of this.â
Still, he nudges you, hand finding yours once more. He squeezes it, before leading you back to the cabin. The wind started to bite, the sun just peaking over the horizon as the sky went from orange and pink, to pink and purple. The clouds waned, the stars just barely visible as you two walked back. The silence is comfortable now, a small smile tugging at Boothillâs lips. He opens the door for you, taking one last look at the plains, before stepping in and closing the door.
âIâll make dinner, then,â He says triumphantly, clearly feeling lighter than before. âAs an apology. For makinâ you see me like that.â
âYou donât have tââ
âI want to, sugar. Let me? Please?â He cocks his head to the side, his smile turning gentler.
You wouldnât fight it, either way. Despite how much heâs enjoyed literal bullets and oil, you wouldnât dare stop him from cooking. He was like an angel, really, almost terrifyingly good in the kitchen. While you wanted to say that he didnât have to apologize, if his cooking was on the line, you���ve found no choice but to concede.
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ORV as textposts 35/???
[Photo ID - seven images from the ORV manhwa with text pasted upon them.
The first image shows Han Sooyoung gesturing toward Kim Dokja while she talks at him angrily. A Tumblr post by user thefunniesttags is pasted upon her. It shows an AO3 tag that reads, "insults: the sixth love language."
The second image shows Kim Dokja looking at his reflection in a subway door with blood on it. Some blood is positioned to appear to be placed on Kim Dokja's cheek. The text post is by Tumblr user sometimes-love-is-enough and reads, "yeah i turned your boyfriend into an unreliable narrator. sorry. yeah, he's exaggerating aspects of the story to cast himself in a better light. he's obscuring the narrative he doesn't want to think about. he's misrepresenting others to further his own ends. yeah, i think he's doing it as some sort of emotional defence mechanism. his story cannot be trusted. sorry."
The third image shows Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja looking toward each other with the rest of their body facing the viewer. The visible part of the speech bubble pointing toward Yoo Joonghyuk reads, "something you wanted to tell me." The speech bubble pointing toward Kim Dokja reads, "No, I was just admiring that ugly mug of yours." The text post is by Twitter user @/AZIRACROWS and reads, "the BEST ships always include someone who is clearly on the spectrum and the most depressed man you'll ever meet"
The fourth image shows Kim Dokja looking at a transparent wall of papers with typed text on them. The text post is by Twitter user clit "the spook" buttowski (@/BIGVICEE) and reads, "Men really be having little ass waists for what. WHAT YOU NEED THAT FOR WHORE"
The fifth image is a close-up of Yoo Joonghyuk with a pained expression and yellow and blue lighting around him as he looks at his left hand. The text post is by Tumblr user blazevillain and reads, "YES he is a MASSIVE BITCH but hes also BISEXUAL and a PUNCHING BAG and ALMOST DIES AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. AND hes my little meow meow."
The sixth image is a close-up of Kim Dokja adjusting the collar of his white cloak while looking over his right shoulder at the viewer. A thought bubble above him reads, "I forgot that he was right here." Two speech bubbles are below him with the first one covered by a Tumblr post by user greelin that reads, "he lived. served cunt. died. got resurrected. served even more cunt." The second original bubble reads, "If I die again, I'II die for good."
The seventh image shows Yoo Joonghyuk panting and sweating while holding two swords with blood dripping on his swords and hands. A quiz result is pasted near the bottom of the image. It reads as follows:
Your Result:
Ancient Fauna
crocodiles are hundreds of millions years old or whatever. mooses are remnants of the ice age. creatures that are young and yet have seen more of this earth than man ever will. who are flesh and blood and alive and yet move as if they exist on a different plane to us. and yet are so real and a part of things. you and these strange liminal creatures confound, sometimes you're being hit by cars or turned into purses and then sometimes giving a look that speaks of aeons gone and aeons to come
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ID by @incorrect-web-novels once again đđđ my deepest appreciation!!!
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° just smol headcannons before I get swamped with work for the next week (â ´â  â .â  â .ĚŤâ  â .â  â `â )
Also, spoilers.
- Unknowingly, player has been given the title of 'Aeon of Guidance' (coined by wonderful @amimo3, thank you) and is generally known as the main driving force behind the Trailblazers' journey - (it was originally the Aeon of Akivili, which represents the Path of The Trailblaze, but they're dead last I checked, so for the sake of this AU we'll be the main force now but like in honor of the dead Aeon), to save planets from Stellarons.
- Naturally, as time progresses with you looking out for the team, they learned to trust your decisions more. Like, if there's a hard choice they have to make they kinda expect you to make the choice (and it is you making the choice from your screen), or like hinting at them what to do. Welt and Himeko seemd like untrusting at first, but after some time they warmed up a bit and consider you as the 3rd parent of these dolts (HUH).
- The Trailblazers now get more attention than they've ever had and it's a mix of pros and cons, really. People had been contacting them like crazy until Herta helped them from blocking some of the offending/nagging ones. And let's not even start at the countless gifts appearing like crazy at the places they've been into and the people that swarm them after saving their planet/ship (for now it's only the space station/belobog).
- At the Herta Space Station, Asta placed a small room dedicated for the new Aeon filled with offerings of food (which get cleaned everyday), trinkets and generally notes and books (it was mentioned by the Trailblazer that they like collecting books and other collectibles). Unlike the people from Belobog, however, the researches are not that deep in worshipping because they're still scientists (you know how in our world scientists don't believe in god rule because it may hamper in their research? kinda like that).
- At Belobog, which the Trailbalzers saved with the Aeon, people are much more open on focusing their worship on them. Bronya has built a small temple at the Administrative District and one at the Underworld (with the help of Wildfire and the Silvermane Guards). Due to the place being trapped in eternal winter, people mostly give small, metal trinkets akin to snowflake (guess who thought of making this a business? spoiler: it's sampo.), and the wealthier ones give books as offerings (books are pricey in Belobog, I'd assume?).
(Trailblazer collects all of these, don't worry. Gotta complete the inventory y'all.)
- Let's go at Xianzhou Luofu for a moment.
- I feel like at Xianzhou Luofu, people are not that.. open at worshipping a new Aeon, since they had an ugly past from the Aeon of Abundance, and now they mainly worship the Aeon of Hunt because it's the one who've helped them fight the Mara that plagues the population of said ship.
- But then the Trailblazers came, and they are aware of the new Aeon which saved Jarilo-VI, but again, new Aeon might just be a new danger for them that's why they initially rejected their request to help them from the Stellaron.
- Jing Yuan though, he's intrigued. First, the Divination Commission cannot get information about the new Aeon (Fu Xuan cannot see anything, like Mona trying to peek at Venti's constellation and her clothes got ripped instead). It's been millenia since the discovery of the last Aeon, and now, a new, young one? How? Why? And why only now they deigned to help the universe? Shouldn't they have done that a long time ago? He surmised that, given they've only appeared when the MC woke up, they must be connected with each other - and this influenced him to consider their offer.
- What he did not expect, however, was the Aeon's gaze lingering on him even the Trailblazers left the room.
MC and co. be like: What? Where their Grace?
Ppl inside the meeting room: *sweating bullets* What is happening? Why is an Aeon staring at us?
- THEY DIDN'T KNOW READER IS SIMPING FOR JING YUAN. SUE ME LOL
- And then POV switched to Dan Heng hurriedly leaving the express after learning Blade is at the Xianzhou, and then meeting Sushang and Luocha.
- Luocha, in his credit, easily masked his shock after feeling the intense gaze from this.. Aeon? Is this the new rumored Aeon of Guidance that is folowing the people from the Astral Express? (YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO DAN HENG REALLY IS.) Sushang at the other hand, almost fell on her knees, but wisely did not comment about it.
- Dan Heng has mixed feelings about the Aeon switching gaze to him and his current acquiantances, texting the MC but the message is still being unsent. For now, the three of them navigate the Mara-infested place towards the main city, hoping that Blade hasn't done anything to his *cough* found family *cough* yet.
- HE CAN ALSO FEEL THE AEON'S INTENSE GAZE AT LUOCHA LOL (re: simp re: re: le simp) he thought it was because of the coffin, lol, so naturally he's more inclined to be cautious of it. Sushang is busy guiding them, however, and seemed not aware of what's happening.
- After another fight his phone chimed, and he checked it hurriedly, sighing in relief when he learned they haven't met Blade. MC also checked if the Aeon was on him, because they lost them for quite some time now, and he told them he's with other people and he's on his way to them, and that yes, the gaze is directed at him right now.
PLS HOYO JUST LET MY BABIES MEET AGAIN
- Idk about y'all but I chose to drink the medicine that blind doctor from Xianzhou gave me - so I'll translate that as MC questioning the decision if they're really going to drink it, but like being 50/50 about it but it's you and there's no way you'd put them in danger, so they took the medicine at the end.
- For the Stellaron Hunters, you became some sort of.. an enigma, because Elio - for all his depiction of future this and destiny that, haven't really spoken even one thing about you. And that's, well, suspicious. I know, I know, they're not supposed to question Elio, but the thought lingers. Like, is Elio not talking about you because you're useless to their mission and for that, doesn't matter? Or there's some more deeper reason?
- While Kafka and Silver Wolf met the new Aeon, Blade was already at Xianzhou Luofo at that point, so he missed it. But then the cutscene of him talking with Jing Yuan and Yanqing was shown, and he felt it. That warm, comforting feeling Kafka explained to him at one point during their last talk. He took a quick glance at the General and his Lieutenant, smirking in sadistic glee at the brief expressions of confusion as they seem to feel the gaze too, albeit quick. (Because that scene happened before MC got to Xianzhou Luofo if I'm not mistaken).
Ah, man. Kinda hard to do HC during this time coz the game has barely any story about Xianzhou 𤣠This is sitting in my drafts for a week so better just post it before I dip to hibernate ig. Maybe I'll tackle about DragonHeng during the next story update đđť (AAAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM LORD PLS)
And I'm sorry for that user who tried to request something, but my feeble brain cannot connect it and still thinking of what to do đ
#honkai star rail#dan heng#luocha#jing yuan#yanqing#sahsr#sahsrau#self aware honkai star rail#pls gimme more sashrau#self aware hsr#hsr blade#kafka honkai star rail#silver wolf#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SCREAMING#aight bye
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