#and I should embarass you but fortunately for you

[prettyrealm]

to the reader that’s been sending me hating ass asks & goofy ass questions, you forgot to click anon so now I know for a fact it’s you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE UNHAND ME…

[mtchee]

An Honour to be in a Harem!? - [Genshin Impact SAGAU] | MDNI | GN AFAB 18+

blurb:

The concept of all these gorgeous people bowing before you is hard to grasp, but it's even worse to think that they'd actually offer themselves to you as a love interest. So obviously, you brush them off and decline, retorting that just because you're their supposed Creator doesn't mean they should feel as though they had to subject themselves to your unwanted affection. After all, who were you really, to compare to them? Unfortunately (or fortunately, actually) they seem quite boggled at your output. Ah! It all makes sense now! Their dearly Beloved is the shy type! Worry not, your Grace! Your dearest acolytes are more than happy to bask in any sort of attention you decide to share! Rest assured, they'll take care of all your needs~

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kind of a sequel?, afab bodied, you are dearly beloved and longed for <3, realistically if this happened i would rather die of a heart attack, lots of love and affection!!, mdni, spicy content, swearing, smut, overstim, manhandling, voyeurism, squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, sub [name], use of terms cunny cunt pussy tit breasts, help i'm embarassed i wrote this omfg who am i, would u believe me if i said this is my first smut

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What is this bullshit.

You can't help but just blink at the Archon knelt at your feet, his head bowed low. When you emit a shocked squeak he looks up at you, amber eyes latching onto your flustered expression.

Your gaze darts around the few others surrounding your throne--you only really sit in it when the people of teyvat line up for personal prayers and blessings, or when someone tells you to. Otherwise, you avoid sitting in it.

Venti, Ei, Al-haitham, Ayato, Ningguang, Jean, Furina, Neuvillette, and Tartaglia stand past Zhongli who is knelt before you.

You force a polite smile and let out a nervous laugh, "Aha, um... d-dont.. you don't have to do that. Really."

"Do not misunderstand, Beloved," The geo Archon stands to his full height, and you feel small despite the grandness of your seat, "it truly would be my--our, utmost honour." He places a hand over his heart and bows lowly by the waist. The others follow in tandem, and you panic.

"No! Really," Although all your fanfic dreams were coming true, knowing that these are now very much real people and not just characters put you on edge. They all have their own lives to live, their own goals and ambitions, likes and dislikes, preferences and attractions that you certainly didn't and never would attain.

At first, the idea is flustering and the offer makes you feel giddy, but looking into it, you feel bad. They see you as their All-Maker, who are you to make them miserable?

"You don't need to do that. I-I know there's that rumour going around, but really, I'm fine by myself."

"Your Grace," Ei steps forwards with a tiny furrow in her thin brows, "please, it would be our honour--"

"You know what would really be an honour," Your heart stings slightly, but you straighten up on your throne and give your audience a reassuring smile, "is if you went out on your own to seek who you actually love, to find a partner you'll be happy to spend your time with--to love on your own accord. That, would be an honour, I'd say."

You're not oblivious to how everyone reels back at your words, a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief covering their features sported by prominent frowns.

Al-haitham is the one to break the tense silence that freezes the room.

"Beloved," His eyes flicker over you, thought and theories wiring around his ever working mind, "are we unsatisfactory?"

You blanch, "Gah! No! Oh my--it's nothing like that!" You can't help but feel flushed under the intensity of their eyes.

"It's just, you need to not see me as a duty."

You address them calmly, forcing your fluttering feelings down to school your face passively.

"You need to focus on yourselves, and your own lives. I'm not here to come between that."

Their silent stares are unnerving, and Venti and Furina share a look with hidden smiles while Jean steps forward with a respecful bow.

"Of course, your Grace."

"F-Fuck..!"

Embarassed tears sting your eyeline while you hold your breath, desperately trying to get ahold of yourself.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head and a loud moan is forced out of you each time Ayato's fat cock plunges in and out of your sloppy cunt.

He sits leant against the finest silken pillows with your naked back pressed against his bare, toned chest, an arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other sweetly fondles with one of your spit laden breasts.

Thoma lay stomach down on the soft doona, face buried dutifully between your quivering thighs which he holds apart with surprising strength. He tongues at your swollen clit fervently, and you cry out in humiliation when your slick gushes from your slit and onto the expensive fabric below.

"G-nngh!" You clench your eyes shut at the embarassingly loud noise of skin slapping against skin and the lewd sucks of Thoma's mouth and the squelching of your pussy, "a-ah..! Ah! Ah!"

The Kamisato Commisioner lets out a low moan by your ear, feeling your hot and gummy walls squeeze down on his cock deliciously.

"Remember-- hng! R-Remember to breathe, my beloved."

He gently squishes the enticing softness of your tit, bucking up into you abruptly when you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.

"M-Mm~ my dearest," Thoma moans onto your slickened pearl, and you just about explode at the burst of electric pleasure that shoots up your spine, "you taste.. divine..~!"

Your heart thrums at the messy sight of him, his lips, chin and cheeks covered in your honey thick slick with half lidded eyes locked onto your expressions. You let out a needy moan when you notice him desperately grinding his naked hips into the bedding for release.

A now all too familiar searing pleasure suddenly coils in the utmost depth of your body, and you scream at the sheer ferocity of it.

"C-Can't! I can't!"

You buck your hips away from Ayato's throbbing length and bump into Thoma's chin, but they only follow you--the commisioner's arm moving from your waist to your hips, locking you in place while Thoma's grip moves from your thighs to the underside of your knees, opening you up and forcibly holding you still.

You dig your nails into Ayato's arm, your other hand fruitlessly shoving at the housekeeper's head to push him away.

The pleasure becomes piercing, and you choke on a sob as your gushing cunny just goes squelch, squelch, squelch with every thrust you have to take. His cock feels so dangerously good, and you fear your clit might bleed from its continuous onslaught of pleasure.

Thoma's tongue licks at the opening of your slit and the base of his lord's cock, and Ayato curses lowly, his grip tightening.

You feel something thick and heavy and hot spurt inside you, though the pounding doesn't let up and the near painful coil violently pops inside you, and you shriek in tandem with the burst of watery clear fluid that squirts from your throbbing cunny.

Your face burns hot with humiliation, and you can only muffle your embarassed moans into the fabric of the couch.

Naked and vulnerable, you're bent ass up and face down over Al-haitham's lap with his dominant hand knuckle deep in your wet pussy.

Maybe, just maybe you might've been able to handle this amicably, but not with Kaveh walking in and berating the Akademia Scribe turned Grand Sage on his pleasure skills.

With your ass held high and knees spread, your leaking cunt is on display for the genius architect while his roommate fingers you ruthlessly, constantly prodding and rubbing that special squishy spot inside you that renders you immobile.

"H-Hah.. mmngh! Ah..."

You can do nothing but take it and drool on the couch while they squabble above you as though you're not there.

"--Y-You brute! That's our beloved and you're treating them like that!?"

"I'd say our Creator quite likes it."

You stifle a screech when Al-haitham takes his other hand and spreads your ass open to prove his argument to Kaveh.

"See?" He takes out his fingers and spreads them apart, watching your hot slick string apart, "and here too." You sob loudly as he gently prods your pussy lips apart to stare down your red, throbbing clit.

Kaveh's face flushes at the lewd display, and he gulps while setting his suitcase down off to the side before approaching.

"A-And?"

"[name] has cum thrice already."

Kaveh's brow twitches, "Were you not going to clean them up?!"

Al-haitham huffs indifferently despite the miniscule tint of pink arousal across his cheeks, "I'll leave that to you."

The blond hmphs at him before cooing at you softly, praising you with your title and demeanour.

"Our beloved," He caresses your back, and you shiver pleasantly at the tingle it stimulates, "you've been so good, haven't you? Done so well..."

He hushes you gently as he moves closer behind you, kneeling at the couch's edge, face level with your puffy cunny. Al-haitham remains quiet this time around, his non-slick covered hand patting your head lovingly.

"It's okay~ I'll take good care of you now, I'll clean you up all nice, alright?"

You only whine when he sinks his tongue into your pussy, lapping up your spilled juices and nipping at your reddened bud. Your body trembles with an absentminded moan when he sucks on your sore little clit, and he emits a noise of suprise as a new abundance of syrup leaks from your opening.

Al-haitham quirks up a brow, "Four times, now."

"Mercy! M-Mercy..!" You cry out.

"Oh," Lisa tuts demeaningly, "no, no, no dear one~ You see, you didn't quite seem to believe our intentions true when we offered ourselves to you. So it only seems right that we prove it, yes?"

You can't squirm away from Eula's mouth, her strength baffling as she keeps you stood still against the Grand Master's desk with ease. Amber mouths at the mounds of your breasts, obessed with how soft the fat of them are.

You whimper loudly when Eula curls her two fingers into your front wall, clenching down on her and nearly screaming when she thrusts them into you punishingly.

Jean can't help but watch in stunned silence of you, your voice and body ethereal. She can't wait to get a taste of her own as you shudder and gasp.

It was bad enough when Venti had his way with you earlier under Vanessa's tree, simultaneously teasing you and giving you everything you wanted.

He ran his mouth with words that were both endearingly sweet and pure debauchery, controlling the winds to graze at your hardened nipples with ghost like touches that left you spasming and breathless.

He'd shown you his choice of belonging to you through the intimate thrusts of his hips and sloppy, loving kisses across your body--he'd then guided you back to the gates of Mondstadt with the help of the wind to keep you balanced.

You cry when a thin zap of purple shocks your pulsing clit, cumming instantly while Eula's tongue soothes over it with the help of her cryo ability. Your lewd honey drips down your leg and onto the floor, and the blue haired girl sneers at the waste of it.

A whimper escapes you when Amber nips at your soft tit a little too harshly, and she murmurs a timid apology, looking up at you reverently before continuing.

"P-Please..!" You hate how they've all been able to make you cry with pleasure, as though they always knew just what they were doing to you, "it..-it hurts now..! A-Aaahhh..."

You let out a long, breathy whine as you cum again, tears steaming down your cheeks as the gentle wave of bliss washes over you. You almost miss Acting Grand Master Jean calling for someone to enter after a knock on the door.

Humiliation of your state causes you to flush and shut your teary eyes as Kaeya walks in, gaze latching onto you immediately.

He closes the door behind him, humming lowly at the sight.

His eye glints in dirty interest, a grin creeping up his lips at the sound of your whimpers and sloppy cunt.

"Oh? It's our turn already?"

"Kaeya! You're just in time," Lisa grins mischieviously, "I believe our dearly beloved is ready for something... thicker, now." She smiles as though her filthy implication were a casual statement of time.

You hate being the centre of attention, but fuck does it feel good. You hate feeling so vulnerable, but good god do they take care of you.

Maybe, just maybe you could allow yourself to indulge in their affections...

Nope.

Hate. You hate, hate, hate, hate hate it.

You whimper quietly, head bowed to hide your face from the prying eyes of the others seated around you.

You're back in the lands of Inazuma, in the very same place you were last time the picnic was set up. It was much more lavish this time around, based in the early evening with a gorgeous ocean view, lights strung up in the trees and scattered atop a few stable rocks.

The blankets laid down were much thicker this time, and the pillows larger and fluffier. The sunset paints the horizon gold and pink which fades into a rich purple and, eventually, the glimmering darkness of night.

You sit in Zhongli's lap, a spare blanket covering your bare lower half as you squirm on his throbbing cock. You could feel his other drooling pre-cum against your lower back.

The others had been coaxing you to eat your share of the platter, Navia and Wriothesly feeding you small portions since you were too shy to do so yourself.

Though ashamed and bashful, you can't help but clench and throb, and you fluster when Zhongli lets out a small groan from behind you.

Navia places a comforting hand on your covered knee.

"Beloved Creator, are you alright?" Her voice is soft, loving.

You swallow sharply, shoulders hunched and tense nervously from those watching.

"Your Grace?" You glance over at Diluc who huffs with a small blush of his own, "we'll take care of you."

Your cunt throbs, and Zhongli thrusts into you.

You yelp at the sudden motion, straightening up instinctively to balance yourself only for your most devoted to thrust into you again, and again, and again. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you seated, and the blanket slowly slips from your lap from the movement.

"A-Ah! Zhon--aahhh!"

Squelch, plap, slap, his fat cock hits the textured roof of your squishy insides and sends an overwhelming shock of pleasure through you. Throwing your head back with a lewd moan, both your embarassment and arousal increase tenfold at the sight of your most shameless worshippers touching themselves at the sight of you.

Others swallow roughly, barely holding themselves back with a single thread of dignity. Those of them watch with eyes that burn your body into memory, and the intensity both frightens and arouses you.

The better of them murmur and coo praises at you, causing your stomach to flutter and your pussy to gush.

You pant loudly when Ayato softly intructs you to breathe, and you squeal when Tartaglia reachs out to play with your pretty clit while rubbing his neglected cock.

"Pl..ease..! Hah..!"

You feel a pair of lips on your neck and whine, whimpering shamefully when Neuvillette starts whispering sweet praise into your ear, sucking on your skin softly. You white knuckle the thick blanket by your forcefully opened legs and clench your eyes shut in humiliation.

Your cunny starts to tingle with sparks of pleasure that strike your overstimulated bundle of nerves, and you flush at the feeling of your sex juices trailing from your slit to your ass, soiling Zhongli's clothed lap and the pillows and fabric below.

"Hng! Cumming! AH!" You shriek, thrashing in their hold, "c-cumming! H-Help, 'm cumming-- oohhh~ Ohh~"

That weird prickly feeling coils in your tummy again, and you let out a lewd and bratty whine when they don't let up on their touching.

"S-Slow! PLEASE! F-Fuck! Feels funn-y~!"

When you slap at Childe's hand, your own are quickly restrained by Kazuha who simply smiles with red cheeks and mutters to you flowery reassurances.

The sound of your pussy is loud, it's noisy, and filthy. You emit a desperate, pleading wail, not knowing if your subconscious is trying to beg them to stop or to stay.

Saliva pools in your mouth then begins to hang open as your starry eyes roll into the back of your head, chest heaving.

Your thighs tremble and your fingers twitch--Kazuha intertwines them with his own, and you lock onto the comforting hold.

"G-Good!" You can't stop yourself from babbling, "m-makes me feel soOo goood~!"

"Oh, sweet one~" Yae Miko giggles.

"You understand that we choose you now, yes?" Ningguang hums with a teasing quip. Her eyes torn between your adorably lewd features and your swollen, glistening cunt.

"Relax, beloved. It's only us, your most faithful~"

"Mm, don't hold back, dearest."

"Can you moan for us, beloved? You sound just delicious when you moan!"

"Are you gonna cum for us?"

"It's not fair how they got a taste of you first~!"

"Hng..! A-ah, hah!"

"Oh-oh! Beloved, calm down, you're alright. Just let it happen.."

"Do you feel good, your Grace?"

"--c-cumming- cumming! Cumming..!"

A white hot blaze of heat crashes over you, and your ears ring as your body trembles in utter bliss. Your slick pussy squeezes and gushes with your lewd honey, and as your abused little pearl sears with an almost painful pleasure, your body squirts out your most powerful orgasm that soaks the blankets and the people surrounding.

Pleasure caused tears leave hot stains on your face, and your head lulls to the side tiredly. Your chest heaves for breath as you come down from your high, and it takes a few moments before the ringing finally stops and you can hear again.

Doting whispers and coos are the first thing you process, followed by something thick and hot leaking out of your stretched and now empty hole.

A hand caresses your head as many others touch on you innocently, checking in on you and taking care of you.

Someone holds a glass to your lips, and someone else helps you lean forwards to sip.

You startle at the feeling of a soft mouth coming to gingerly lick and suck at your sore pussy, and you let out a delirious whine.

Another acolyte hushes you gently, kissing you softly before another joins in peppering kisses all over your tired face to distract you from the one cleaning you up between your legs.

You still feel light headed from the embarassment of it all, but you've latched onto the pleasant tingling you feel when they look at you so adoringly--more lovingly than just in reverence.

No, actually.

You don't hate this at all.

[makuzume]

Toge Accidentally Uses His Cursed Speech on You (Part 4)

🔅content: Light angst/light comfort; gn!reader; no pronoun mentions

🔅synopsis: It's been 2 days since you last seen Toge... How do you go about this? What are you supposed to do? You wonder how to address the situation at hand...

🔅a/n: "What happened to posting part 4 soon" I ended up scraping the entire part 4 draft and remade it because I didn't like it :'D Thank you everyone for being so patient and putting up w my bs aaa Let me know if you want to be in the tags list and enable ur tagging :3

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"...Should I... open it...?" You asked yourself quietly, looking down on your phone as you stared at the multiple notifications you received from Toge.

13 missed calls

31 new messegaes

All unopened, all unanswered.

Slowly, you hover your finger over to his chat box, however, you hesitate- quickly shutting off your phone and plopping down on the soft mattress where you sat.

While the rest of the Okkotsu family went out to watch the movies, you decided to stay in the house by yourself. "You should come...! I'm sure it will help lift your spirits." Mrs. Okkotsu offered, to which you kindly declined her offer.

You figured you needed some time to be alone for now, but the lack of presence in the house ended up cauing a deafening silence to fill the halls, creating more opportunities for you to overthink the recent events between you and Toge.

'...I wonder... what did he say...'

'...why am I so scared to read it...?'

Over the past two days, you've been comfortably staying over Yuta's family home in the city. But since Yuta wasn't there at the moment, his parents and sister have been kindly accomodating you the entire time.

You were incredibly embarassed and reluctant to stay over, afraid of becoming only a nuisance to the Okkotsu family, especially since current situation between you and Toge was not at all very dire, just an arguement between two lovers.

Fortunately, Yuta and his mother were understanding and very insistent that you were welcome for as long as you'd like. Afterall, you were also one of Yuta's closest friends.

Trying your best to not cause them too much trouble, you help out with minor chores like the dishes, setting up the table, throwing out the trash- but each time you do so, you were met with gentle scolding.

"We told you to rest! You're still very hurt!"

"No no no, you're a guest, put that down!"

"We are not letting you wash the plates. Go back to bed and lie down for a nap! We'll bring you some snacks later."

"Nonsense! You are not a burden! You are a good friend of Yuta, and he asked us to take care of you, so sit down and don't worry about us."

Though that did seem to reduce the amount of guilt you felt, you were still rather embarassed for staying over someone else's family home just to hide from an ongoing dispute with Toge. So, you figured you shouldn't overstay your welcome, at least.

You look at your phone once again, staring at Toge's contact name as you remember your last encounter with him.

Staring at the ceiling above, you allow the memories from the incident flood your mind once more- remembering the sorrow, the pain, the sadness....

The entire time you knew Toge, he had always felt like the safest person to be around with, and you trusted him more than anyone- be it about your safety or your feelings. Naturally, the shock from accidentally getting cursed would shaken you up quite a lot.

You were badly hurt, both physically and emotionally.

And even for a short moment, you even felt afraid of him for the first time.

A feeling you knew would devastate him if he knew.

As shy as you were to admit it, all you did the entire day after the incident was quiety cry inside the guest bedroom in Yuta's home.

You can say that you rather had mixed feelings about the whole thing. Not a moment has passed in which you weren't thinking about it.

At first, it was shock, then fear, followed by pain before sadness, eventually leading to worry- the feeling you were experiencing right now.

Why 'worry'? You think to yourself, curious as to why there was this sense of longing to see him despite the accident.

It was a strange feeling in your chest. Most certainly, you were still very much upset and hurt about what he had done to you, but still-

"...I wonder how he must feel right now..." You hug the pillow nearest to you closer to your chest, unable to stray away the concern you felt for him.

Perhaps it was the way he looked at you the moment he misused his speech on you. The way Toge's eyes expressed so much shock, the way his voice was filled with so much guilt and fear... You have never seen him act in such a way before, especially considering the fact that he was always the more calm and composed one between the two of you.

You couldn't get the desperate tone of his voice out of your head, and you frequently find yourself vividly remembering the panicked expression he displayed on his face.

"...He must be worried..." You whisper to the pillow you held tightly, your eyelids closing as you replay the events of the accident.

More than anyone, you understood him the most, and you knew that this must be really messing up his mind right now.

It was one of his deepest fears, hurting someome he loves unintentionally with his speech, and you knew how deep this sort of wound would cut him on the inside.

More so, there was also the fact that Toge had personally witnessed the tragic events that happened to his allies in Shibuya... not to mention the fact that he had also been heavily pinning the blame on himself for the death of innocent civilians' lives.... lives which he felt responsible of protecting, all because he led them to take shelter to the same area Sukuna had unleashed his Malevolent Shrine.

'Truly...' you thought.

'this must be really messing up his mind right now....'

You turn over to your side, eyes staring blankly into the empty air in front of you.

"...He was distant and acting different from what happened in Shibuya afterall... I know he didn't mean to hurt me..." you whispered quietly, trying to think of how to address the situation.

You sat up, your hand firmly grasping your phone, a hesitant but concerned tone evident in your voice "I... don't want to make him feel any worse than he already does..."

Without a doubt, Toge was always so good to you. So protective, so understanding, so kind, so loving...

He was always there for you at your lowest points... and you never even had the chance to return such comfort to him before, so you think to yourself:

'...it's my turn.'

Your previous attempt to aid his sorrow didn't end up so well, but that's why you were willing to try again; To try again for him.

He probably hasn't been consoled ever since the incindent in Shibuya either. You, Panda, Yuta, or even Maki hadn't heard from him the entire time, and that's considering that all of you are his closest friends.

You ponder about it, and then you realize he probably wouldn't have ended up hurting you by accident or behaving so distant towards everyone if he had just allowed himself to be comforted- to be held and be told 'it's okay.'

...And you couldn't help but want to be that person who does that for him.

The more you thought about this, the more you wanted to see him.

You already released all the shock, hurt, and sadness for the past few days through a few weeping sessions in the small guest room before, and you think it's about time to come out of hiding.

You try to gain back your composure.

"...I wonder where he is... I hope... he's not pushing himself." You glance at your wallpaper, looking at a picture of Toge holding up a silly little peace sign while he sat next to a cute little dog you randomly met on the street.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly for a moment, then, your smile slowly fades back to form a serious expression on your face.

You miss the smile in his eyes like in the photo.

The idea of him in such sadness, worry, and pain ended up hurting you just as much as well.

"...I should talk to him."

So, you unlock your phone, open messages, and look for his contact name once again.

His contact nickname and his silly little photo appear.

'Bonito Flakes'

"...There."

Just when you were about to tap his name, you paused.

"Uh... wait... what should I say...?"

You pull back your thumb from the screen, suddenly having a bit of a panic on how to address the situation.

"..How do I reach out to him...? What... did he text me..? Is he upset with me? Is he looking for me...?"

His last text was from yesterday night, so you weren't sure what should be the best mood to approach him at this moment.

Just then, as if fate had timed this moment perfectly, a notification suddenly pops up on the top of your screen.

1 new message from Bonito Flakes

You gasped, completely taken aback from seeing his name.

'Wait... I'm not ready...!!'

You panicked slightly, causing you to drop your phone on the hard wood floor by accident, a loud thump echoing throughout the room. Fortunately, the Okkotsu family still hasn't returned from their outing yet, otherwise, you'd give them another reason to be worried about you.

You sigh, picking it back up as you lightly shook your head to gain back your composure.

As you check your sceen, you see another text from Toge come in.

Then another.

And another.

It made you slightly nervous but curious as to what his multiple texts were saying right now, and it sort of made you even more worried to know what he sent.

Is he sad? Does he need you? Is he just reaching out? Is he leaving the school? Does he want to distance himself from you?

"I'll... wait a little..."

Ultimately, you decided to let him finish sending his messages before you view it.

He sent quite a handful of texts, and it took a while before the messages stopped coming in. But just to be sure, you waited for a few minutes in case he had any late follow ups.

"I'll.... wait a little more..." You whisper to yourself as you stare at the phone in front of you, hoping to view his messages during a time when he's offline- You just wanted to make sure there was enough time for you to process and react to his texts without the pressure of him waiting for your response.

But the green dot next to his profile picture was still lit up, meaning, that he would be able to immediately see your replies the moment you send it.

But you would prefer he only sees it AFTER you're done sending your responses.

Sighing heavily, you whisper once more '...I guess I'll wait again...'

You check again after a few minutes, it was still green. So you wait again.

More time had passed but still- the green dot remained.

You wait again.

It was all you could think about for the past few hours as you move back and forth from checking your phone to lying down, staring into nothing...

Untul finally, at hour three, the green dot turns dim.

And with that, you were left with no excuse to delay opening your inbox any longer. "...alright... here we go.... I guess..."

With a hefty sigh and a single tap of your finger, you open his inbox.

Your eyes widened suddenly, immediate shock at the realization.

With a quickened pace, you hurridly limped towards the nearest window, the cast on your leg creating a slight scratching sound as you drag it across the floor.

Pulling away the curtains, you scan the street below in search for the white haired boy.

You squint your eyes slightly, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness of the night.

Then, you see him.

"He... he's still there...?"

On the opposite side of the street, there sat Toge on the small pavement across from Yuta's house.

His head rested on his arm and his head hung low, perhaps taking a bit of a nap as he waited for your reply.

A wave of guilt suddenly washes over you as you realize how long you've made him wait out in the cold for a single reply.

You text him.

Toge???? Why did you wait for me?

You look drenched, what happened???

How long have you been there???

But your messages didn't seem to get through, not showing a mark of it being delivered.

"His phone battery must've died...."

Instictively, you hurried out the room with a more detemined expression, carefully treading the stairs with your injured leg, and rushed out the door.

Unintentionally, the noise of opening the door a little too quickly echoed across the dead silent street, casuing Toge to immediately jolt himself awake.

He made eye contact with you while he remained seated across the street, shocked at your sudden appearance.

Embarassed for startling him, you slightly lose your confidence and shy away from his gaze, a small lump in your throat preventing you from voicing out any words.

Toge stood up slowly, his eyes widen but his chest beated out of nervousness.

He doesn't expect anything positve, but still, he remained hopeful, as much as he felt like he didn't deserve you.

"...um...." you started, hoping to break the akward silence that filled the air.

"...I-...."

"....."

"....p-...please, come in...."

....

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a/n: So happy I finally finished this :')))))))) Shoutout to anon that poked me abt this that genuinely helped me lolol I just really needed a little push to finish this

NOTE classes are back ^^ and I'm doing some part-time comms sooo I'll be a lil busy but ofc I won't abandon this I luv this series <3

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[kristenwell]

My Muse – Leo Valdez x Male!Apollo!Reader

(finals are over at last, Dobby is free 😭)

Part 2

Y/N looked at the sketch in his hands. As the son of the arts god he was naturally a very skilled artist. Lately only one person has been able to inspire him to draw: Leo Valdez.

The son of Hephaestus has managed to steal his heart even if he wasn’t the usual go-to crush for most people. Leo was short, scrawny, flirty and had an unusual sense of humor. Y/N couldn’t help but fall for the little rascal anyway.

The son of Apollo slowly finished his sketch of him. The drawing depicted him smiling with a hint of blush.

Just a few days ago his brother, Will Solace, caught him in the act. There was only so much privacy you can get while in your cabin.

Y/N felt a presence behind his shoulder but before he could close his sketchbook his older brother shoved his face in the drawing.

„I knew you have a crush on Leo but I had no idea it was this bad.“ Will shook his head and chuckled.

The younger male slammed his sketchbook shut with an embarassed look on his face. He pushed Will’s face away from his personal space.

„Would you stop grinning? I don’t like him like that, we’re just friends nothing more.“ He was aware that lying to him was futile. First, he’s a bad liar and second, the two brothers are way too close and both of them knew something was up.

Will raised his eyebrow and took a seat next to him.

„You should confess to him, you know? It’s really tiring watching you two simp for each other when you think no one’s looking. Give him the drawings, it would be romantic.“ He suggests.

„Uh, yeah and have him thinking I’m some sort of creep? Forget it.“ Y/N made his way over to his desktop and sighed. His brother was right, but confessing your feelings to your friend is easier said than done.

„I think he’s aware of that.��� Will let out a laugh. „but seriously, everyone knows you’re into each other besides you two.“

He noticed his little brother’s lack of answer.

„You’ll figure it out, bro, one way or another.“

Y/N shuddered at the memory, the last thing he needed was his nosy siblings‘ love advice (he loves them to death), if he wanted it he would’ve gone to the Aphrodite cabin.

He got up from his seat and started heading toward his cabin before a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

„Yo, wait up!“

He turned around just in time to see a certain short latino running his way. Leo stopped infront of him with a grin.

„Just the person I was looking for.“ He was slightly out of breath, seems he ran for a while before he reached him. His curly hair was messy and his clothes and face were stained with oil and dirt which fortunately failed to cover his pretty features.

„Looking for me? What do you need , Leo?“  Y/N observed the shorter male before him momentarily.

„I wanted to tell you that I’ve already fixed your bow that Will brought last night.“

„Did he now?“ The son of Apollo turned around to meet his brother’s devilish smirk. He had the audacity to smile innocently too. „of course he did.“

Y/N turned back to Leo and smiled at him awkwardly.

„Thank you, I don’t know what would I do without you.“ He chuckled nervously , he tried to think of something else to say but his brain was fried from Leo’s presence alone. So naturally he failed to catch his reply.

„-over to Bunker 9 when you’re finished, okay?“ He sent him a cute little smile.

Before Y/N could ask him he was already on his way to the Bunker.

In the evening

Leo was sitting at his table, his latest project has really been straining him. A sudden noise disrupted his concentration.

Swoosh

He turned around just in time to see a slip of paper near his door. He got up and approached it, picking it up. He examined the paper and turned it around: a very detailed portait of him.

Leo could feel his face heating up and a smile crept on his face. He went back to his table as he folded the drawing carefully.

Neither he nor Y/N were aware that they were now a part of a certain friend group’s plan to make them both confess.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Like rivulets of gold

Haldir x reader. Nethel is Sindarin for sister.

The fic was inspired by this imagine by @imaginexhobbit.

This fic is dedicated to the lovely @starlady66!!

*****

Your patrol shift at the farthest corner of Lothlórien has just ended, and while part of you cannot wait to return to your talan for a long and well deserved night’s sleep, the other is much more anxious to see Haldir and your friends.

This is the part that prevails, despite the weariness.

This is why, once you have passed the borders of Caras Galadhon, you exchange a nod and a smile with the guards on duty and without further delay you head for the Wardens’ Hall, a spacious, low-roofed chamber where you and your comrades gather to eat, receive orders from your superiors and, overall, spend time together and relax when you have no duties to attend to. The full moon has risen in the sky at least two hours ago, which means supper time must be over, but you are almost sure Haldir and his brothers are still there; and in any case, making sure will only cost you a few minutes.

The light of the torches shines inside the sparsely decorated chamber, spreading a warm, orange glow; a few guards sit at the tables you usually have your meals at, nursing a cup of ale or engrossed in a conversation. You share a smile and a nod with a few of them while you look around you; Haldir is not here, but Rúmil and Orophin are… and both look in a horrible mood.

“Mae govannen.” you greet them as you approach, and both stand to greet you with a kiss.

“Well met, nethel.” they say almost as one. They have started to call you that five years ago, soon after you and their older brother had begun courting, and it still never fails to warm your heart every time they do it.

“How was patrol?” Rúmil asks as they make space for you on the bench, and you leave your bow and quiver against the wall, letting your poor feet rest for a while.

“Tiring, but fortunately no orcs incursions or anything else to report.” you succintly explain, hoping to quickly conclude the conversation. The last thing you want is to appear rude, especially when you are in the company of two of your dearest friends -and who were such even before you and Haldir began courting- but the Elf you have at heart the most is not here, and you do not want to waste any more time before seeing him “Where is Haldir?”

The two brothers exchange a glance, frowning once more. “He is at his talan. But, (name), I do not think he wants to see you now - or anyone else for that matter.”

“Yes, it is better if you leave him alone for a while.”

“Is something wrong?” you wonder, immediately worried; you and Haldir had not quarreled and he was fine when you said goodbye two days ago, so why should he not want to see you, as it has long been your habit every time one of the two returns from patrol?

“Eithruin.” they answer as one once more, and you think you should have known.

Eithruin is one of your fellow guards, only a few years older than you; mercurial and bad-tempered, she is quite unpopular among her comrades, even though you must concede she is one of the most capable and experienced among the marchwardens. She is also a former, unrequited, suitor of Haldir: a few years ago, she confessed her feelings to him, who -as kindly as he could- rejected her. And that is where trouble began. Ever since, hurt and annoyed by that rejection, Eithruin has taken every opportunity to bother Haldir: she gainsays him every time she can, and takes delight in causing trouble for him or to embarass him in front of your superiors. Furthermore, once you and Haldir have begun courting, you have also become a favourite victim of her malice.

“What happened this time?” you ask with a sigh while Rúmil wordlessly puts a cup of ale in your hands, that you gratefully bring to your lips.

“You remember that tomorrow morning the lady Galadriel will announce her choice regarding the captaincy?”

You did not, which is surprising, since you have thought about nothing else for days, even though the matter does not concern you directly. A month ago it was announced one of the wardens would be promoted to captain; one of the other officers has told you in confidence that Haldir is one of the two guards who has the best chance of being chosen… together with Eithruin.

“I swear, if Eithruin is made captain, I will move to Eryn Galen.” Orophin says as he passes an hand on his face “I am not saying it simply because Haldir is my brother and I want him to succeed; she is so insufferable already, can you imagine what it will be once she can order us around?”

You cannot help but agree; you know becoming captain would mean so much for Haldir, and that he deserves the promotion more than anyone else, but anyone, literally every Elf in Lothlórien, would be preferable to Eithruin… because having her as your superior would be a calvary for Haldir and for those he loves - namely the three of you.

“Go on, please.” you beg the brothers of your beloved, and Rúmil explains that for days Eithruin has been even more insufferable than usual, teasing him every chance she got and even speaking ill of him with one of lady Galadriel’s handmaidens, clearly aiming to cast him in a bad light with the Lady herself. Haldir, who is sensible and level-headed and -usually- above such petty arguments, ignored her like he had done countless times before, and in a couple of cases even turned the insult against her.

But that night, only two hours before your return, irked because she had been unable to upset him or maybe because she feared Haldir would be chosen as captain against her, Eithruin had stooped lower than ever before.

“We were having supper together, and Haldir had just sat after filling his plate.” Rúmil explains “Eithruin walked past him, and said…”

You are squeezing the cup in your hands so hard your knuckles have turned white. “Yes?”

“Oh, (name)… She said… you should reduce your food portions, Haldir, or soon you will not fit in your uniform anymore. You are already fat enough to pass for a Man, if you gain more weight they will mistake you for an Orc.”

You gape, the incredulity leaving you speechless for a minute. “What?” you cry in the end, loud enough that all the Elves in the chamber turn in your direction “That… she said what?!”

Haldir is quite well-liked by his fellow guards -which, in your opinion, would serve him well should he be made captain- but naturally it happens that disagreements arise between him and his comrades; a few times, he even quarrelled with his brothers or with you. But in no case, no matter how angry the other person was, anyone has ever mentioned the topic you all know is most painful for your beloved to think about: his weight. Haldir has always been embarassed by his stocky -you prefer saying strong, but still- build, which is indeed slightly heavier than most Elves', especially since both Rúmil and Orophin are much slimmer; the matter has long been a source of shame and unease for him, something than even his few detractors have respected, but mentioning it in public, to embarass him in front of his fellow guards… it is cruel, and petty, and cowardly, and something you will make sure to punish.

“Is it true?” you ask, your ale long forgotten; you know Eithruin, the depth of her contempt for Haldir and what she could do to hurt him, but still cannot believe she would lower herself to this “Orophin, did Eithruin really say that to Haldir?”

“I fear she did; we were sitting at this very table, and we were all present. Haldir… Haldir said nothing; he rose from the table and left. The two of us attempted to follow him to reassure and comfort him, but he asked us to leave him alone for a while; I think he went back home.”

You nod slowly, feeling your heart break at the thought of what your beloved had to bear; Haldir is not hurt -not physically, at least, not in a way that could endanger his life- but you grieve for him all the same, knowing how painful it must have been for him to be mocked for his weight… and are full of rage for the Elf who ridiculed him and exploited his deepest vulnerability for the sole reason to humiliate him in front of his peers.

Eru help you, when you will be done with her Eithruin will regret the day she was born!

It takes you a moment as you look around the Hall to find her; she is sitting in a corner, alone, engrossed in the book in her hands. You move to stand, and immediately Orophin stops you grabbing your arm. “Stop, (name).” he whispers, clearly unhappy with his own request “Do you not think we also want to teach her a lesson…”

“… and force her to apologize to Haldir? But it would amount to nothing, and he would not want us to get in trouble; remember brawls among guards are severely punished.” Rúmil interjects.

They are right, and while you would be happy, or at least willing, to be reprimanded by your superiors if it meant breaking Eithruin’s pretty nose with your fist, you know Haldir would not thank you for it, but he would feel guilty he is the reason you got into trouble.

“I only wish to talk to her.” you promise with a sigh “I will not touch her, I promise.”

Orophin lets you go, and he and Rúmil look on as you reach Eithruin.

“I thought my opinion of you could not sink any lower.” you begin once you stand in front of her, without raising your voice and, correspondingly, without lowering it to keep the guards sitting nearby out of the conversation “But this time I must admit you surprised me, Eithruin; I did not think you were capable of such cruelty.”

She waits for you to have finished talking before raising her gaze from the book and offering you a flippant smile. “Ah, (name). How was patrol?”

“I want you to leave Haldir alone.”

“I did nothing to hurt him. I did not even touch him.”

I know you have not, because he would not let you, and this is why you hate us both. “I am not talking about physical hurts and you know it well. You need to stop harassing him; this is your last chance, and then I will report you…”

“No, you will not.” you are calmly interrupted; she closes her book, primly resting her hands on it, and a cruel smile folds her lips “Because he would not want you to, and you would not displease him; so you have nothing to threaten me with. After all, Haldir should thank me; I only wanted to open his eyes. He is clumsy, fat as an ox, an embarassment for all the marchwardens. Someone like him is not fit to be made captain.”

Ah. You were sure it would come to this; you are so furious you are almost shaking. “While you do?” you ask skeptically.

“You know it is true; and lady Galadriel knows as well.”

You could really hit her, you suddenly realize. You have not resorted to violence on another Elf since the years of your childhood -ever since, specifically, a playmate took the rag doll your mother had just made and gifted you and decapitated her with a knife; you did not pay him back in kind, but you punched him in the face hard enough to make his nose bleed- and as a matter of principle you try to solve your problems peacefully, but if there is someone in Caras Galadhon who deserves to be torn to pieces, it is Eithruin. Who cares about the consequences, who cares if you are suspended or even expelled from the Marchwardens? No one, not even one of your comrades, not even the Lord or the Lady, can insult and humiliare your beloved and get away with it…

But Orophin was right; worse, Eithruin is right, Haldir would not want you to fight his battles, and especially it would break his heart to know you have gotten into trouble because of him. So you force yourself to remain calm and “We will see about it.” you simply answer; you turn, still burning with anger, and all to aware Eithruin is laughing at you, you nod to the brothers of your beloved and stomp out of the Hall.

When you reach his talan, Haldir is, as you expected, lying on his bed, his fingers interwined under his blonde head; when he sees you climb on the slender rope ladder and reach the wooden platform circling around one of the great mallorn trees, a weak, uncertain smile appears on his lovely mouth, as if, while happy to see you, he did not wish for you to see him in the state he is in.

Which is why, obviously, you have to see him.

“You are back.”

“That I am. I heard from a reliable source that you skipped dinner, and I have brought you something to eat.”

You triumphantly lift the small basket you have filled with the content of your pantry and brought with you; Haldir rises from the bed to reach you, but a shake of his head rejects your offer of food.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it, but I am not hungry at all. To tell the truth… I was thinking I should eat a little less, for a while.”

“This is the stupidest idea I have ever heard.” you brusquely answer; your heart cries knowing Eithruin’s cruel words have hit their mark and your beloved is uncomfortable in his own body, but Haldir can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to, and you have to find a way to make him forget the insults of his former suitor, and see he is perfect the way he is. You rest the basket on the tiny table at the corner of the talan, and then take out a loaf of bread and a small jar of honey “Hand me a knife, please.”

“I am not saying I want to starve, (name), only…”

“Only nothing, Haldir. Please, listen to me…”

You leave the bread and the honey on the table next to the basket and take Haldir’s hands in yours; he is handsome enough to make your heart race, just like he did on the day you first met and like he will continue to do, you suspect, until the end of times. His long blonde hair, falling like rivulets of gold on his shoulders, back and chest, his blue eyes, deep as the coldest pools in the forest and still capable of such warmth, his thin lips, so generous in their smiles and that still, after so many years, have the power to stop your heartbeat when they press against yours…

Eru; you admire his modesty, but how can he believe to be any less than perfect?

“Haldir, there is nothing at all wrong with you, let alone with your build or your weight; you do not need to lose any.”

“I am almost as large as Rúmil and Orophin together.”

“That is not true; and even if you were, so what? No one has ever mocked the Onodrim because they are larger than the other Children of Eru.”

Being compared to one of the Tree-Folk brings a weak smile on your beloved's face, who is still full of shame and guilt for his body. He avoids your gaze, as if he feared to see disgust and distaste in your eyes -you, who know his body as well as your own, and have learnt to love all of it, to find peace and warmth and protection in the secret of his flesh- and, far from being offended by such a lack of trust, you wish you could let him see himself through your eyes.

You gently press an hand against his stomach under his grey tunic, feeling the strong, taut muscles under the skin. “Haldir, how can you not see there is nothing wrong with your body?” you gently point out “You are tall and strong and handsome; Eru has been generous with you. These are gifts, not flaws; and even if they were, you know that the way we look is not important, what is in our hearts is. Or do you care for me simply because you think I am beautiful?”

“Of course not. But…”

“No buts, marchwarden. You have a lovely figure, and an even more precious fëa. What is there to be ashamed of?”

Haldir sighs; your words, your praises as well as your reasonings, have not fallen on deaf ears, but your beloved is not yet ready to forget Eithruin’s hurtful words, seeds fallen on too fertile a ground not to take root. You are alone on the talan, almost hidden in the dark of the full moon night, the silence surrounding you complete but for the melanchony song of a barn owl looking for his mate.

“Sometimes I wish I were different.” he finally confides in you as he sits on the bed, holding your hand in his until you do the same “I know that there is nothing shameful in the way I look, and that what matters is what one is inside, but… sometimes, I just wish I could look like the others; not stand out, even if there is nothing wrong in it. It is foolish, useless as well as ungrateful, but I cannot help it; most of the time I am fine with the way I look, but there are moments… days, even, when I feel I could leave everything behind and live alone in the woods, where no one will see me and judge me because of my bulk.”

“We all have doubts about ourselves, my love.” you gently point out as you squeeze his hand in both of yours “But remember, this is not your heart speaking; it is Eithruin, her envy and her spite.”

“That she wants to hurt me does not mean she is not telling the truth.” he notes, the melancholy in his voice breaking your heart. Haldir has always been your rock, as well as that of Rúmil and Orophin -who he helped raise, even though he was barely more than a boy himself- and of whoever of his friends ever needed help; to see him so lost, so unsure and helpless, pains you more than a dagger in your chest.

“Haldir, you have nothing to be ashamed about.” you insist, circling his large shoulders with an arm until his cheek is resting against your shoulder; it is sad to see your beloved so saddened, fragile and in need of consolation, but you are happy to help, because you want him to be happy, and you know that, were you the one in need, he would stop at nothing to make you smile again “If you are worried your more robust build is an impediment to your duties, you know that is not the case. You are agile, fast, an excellent warrior. Your bulk gives you strength, and this is why you are the best among us in hand-to-hand combat.”

“Eithruin said...”

“Do not pay heed to Eithruin’s words, my darling; you know well she only wants to humiliate you and hurt your reputation because she wants to be named captain in your place.”

“It might happen.” he admits, his expression still bitter under the light of the lantern hanging from the branches above “I have no love for Eithruin, but she is a capable, experienced marchwarden; she deserves an advancement in rank.”

“That she is; and maybe yes, she will be chosen for the promotion.” you concede, and shudder, imagining a future in which you, Rúmil and Orophin and, worse of all, Haldir himself, will be ordered around by Eithruin “But I do not care. You are a worthy Elf, a capable guard and a good friend and brother, and this is what really matters; I do not want you to doubt your self-worth. And if that… that… toad will speak about you in a less than respectful tone once again, she will have me to deal with.”

Finally, a tiny but sincere smile appears on Haldir’s mouth. “In that case, I have nothing to be scared about.” he concedes, and you smile back, happy for that small, private success “Thank you for coming tonight; you must be exhausted, but I feel much better now that you are here.”

“I am glad I could help. You know...” you add in a casual tone once you have both let yourselves fall back on the bed, and are now staring at the roof-like canopy above you; you turn on your side towards him, and begin to lazily caress your beloved’s chest “Someone told me mortal women prefer men of your build.”

“Is that so?”

“Apparently it is. Slender physiques like they are common among our kind are sometimes considered less attractive, because they are a sign of poor physical strenght. A robust body, muscled arms, large shoulders… this is usually what the women of the Edain look for in their partners."

Haldir is now openly smiling - because of your words or your ministrations, you could not say. “Then maybe I should have been born a mortal.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Of course not; in that case, I would have never met you, or at least we could not have hoped for a future together.”

Haldir kisses you once again while his arms circle your hips to hold you closer to him. “Yestereve I received a letter from home.” he says, referring to his parents, who live in another village half a day ride from Caras Galadhon.

“Are your parents well?” you wonder, sincerely interested and at the same time grateful your beloved is thinking about something other than his former suitor’s insults.

“They are. They send their love… and ask whether we have decided to marry.”

You laugh softly, your fingers playing with the golden locks of your beloved’s hair; he is not wrong, you are exhausted after two days of patrol, but his company, and being in his arms, is a better balm than the best night's sleep “They ask that in every letter they send, even those addressed to your brothers; but, Haldir, you know I am happy with the way things are now.”

“As I am. But, (name), we have been courting for five years now; do you not think there is no use in waiting still?" he points out as his fingers play with your hair - something only he is allowed to do "The time of Elves on Middle-Earth is coming to an end, and before sailing for Valinor I would marry you here, in the Golden Wood, our home, where we met.”

You know your beloved was like you fine with a long courtship, and was not in a hurry to wed, but about this, you must admit, you had not thought. “I love Lothlórien as much as you do.” you reflect out loud as you return your beloved’s embrace, your legs intertwining with his “But wherever you go, Haldir, there is where my home will be. When we leave for Valinor, we will do it together, and we will never part as long as the world lasts, and if to announce it to the rest of Arda I will have to put a ring on your finger… well, that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.”

“A sacrifice? Seriously, (name)?”

Haldir laughs; Eru, he is so beautiful! “So it is decided? We are going to wed?”

“We are.” you happily answer; this is not a matter you had planned to discuss today, but the two of you had spoken about it so many times before, and you both know the truth: a marriage ceremony will celebrate your commitment to each other, but even if you chose to go on like you have done for five years already, Haldir knows you love him and you know he loves you, and that nothing and no one will ever separate you. This is what really matters; everything else is superfluous.

Your beloved smiles; he is happier than you have ever seen him. “Ah, meleth nîn... How happy you make me...”

He kisses you, deeply enough to elicit a moan from your mouth that his avidly swallows, as Haldir's weight pushes you on your back; you caress his blonde hair as his sweet lips take possess of you, kissing your face and your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. You hold him close, his heartbeat matching yours, and think you do not care what the future will hold, because you know you will face it together.

“I love how tall and strong you are.” you whisper as your hands move on Haldir’s back and shoulders, feeling the smooth skin and strong muscles under his tunic “You make me feel safe and protected.”

His laugh reverberates against your chest, just as Haldir’s hand slips along your leg, his fingertips barely brushing against your skin “You speak as if you were one of the damsels the heroes have to save in the tales. Are you not a brave marchwarden of Lothlórien?”

“I am with my betrothed, I can speak however I want.” you primly answer “A betrothed who is perfect the way he is, and who would be no matter what he looks like, and whatever his weight is. A betrothed who, now that I remember, has skipped dinner, and this will not do.”

Haldir moans - a not unpleasant sound to hear. “I was thinking we could…” he begins, but happily stops when you kiss him once more, tacitly promising there will be time for other diversions, once he has taken care of his stomach.

“Shall we have dinner together? I have not eaten either.” you suggest, and he smiles before kissing your cheek, his blue eyes full of joy and gratitude.

“I would like that.”

On the next day, in a sunny and warm afternoon, you enter the Wardens’ Hall, received by the congratulations and the well wishes of your comrades. Rúmil and Orophin are handing out cups of ale to everyone present, asking them to celebrate the engagement of their brother and the maiden they already called sister, but they stop to enfold you in a single, tight embrace.

“I am so happy; we both are.” Rúmil whispers, voice cracking with emotion “Take care of him, will you? He loves you more than you can ever know.”

“I will.” you promise, heart full of affection for both; how fortunate you are, gaining two brothers as you prepare to marry the love of your life “I will give my life for him if I need.”

“Well, let us hope you do not need to.” Orophin quips before kissing you on the brow, the way a brother would “Personally, I am mostly relieved he finally decided to propose…”

Eithruin, judging from her attire ready to depart for a patrol shift, is sitting with her friends, and she has the look of someone who has just swallowed a lemon. “So… you and Haldir have decided to marry, (name)?” she asks, trying to pretend to be only vaguely interested and failing miserably.

You answer with your sweetest smile. It would be mean to gloat, but you did well not to punch her in the face like you were tempted to last night, you decide; this is a much sweeter revenge, and it will not cost you a reprimand or a punishment from your superiors… including the one who has just received the promotion.

“We did. And you know, Eithruin? In a sense, we have you to thank for it.”

“M-me?”

It is just then that Haldir, smiling and so handsome in his new captain uniform, appears on the doorstep of the Hall, immediately greeted by the congratulations and the pats on the back of his comrades, all happy and proud of him; he waves at you, who answer with a silent smile, your mind and heart still full of the sweet and intimate moment of last night.

Then, you turn your gaze back to Eithruin, fully aware of the cruelty and pettiness of the words you are about to pronounce, and still unable to stop; in any case, you are quite sure she deserves it.

“Exactly; and this is why we hope you will not miss our wedding. And when we are on duty we should refer to him as captain now, do you not think?”

Eithruin turns red with rage at your words, but when she attempts to respond -with, no doubt, one of her usual spiteful remarks- no sounds leave her lips. Pointedly ignoring her, you turn and walk to your bethroted, holding out your hand to take the one he is offering you together with another of his beautiful smiles.

TAGGING @starlady66 and @sotwk!

[fallingblueroses]

Something I probably should have mentioned with the first part: I'm imagining this taking place during the 1600's, the age of sailing ships and swashbuckling.

***

Geoff stayed with Kathy while the others wandered off to find food. She couldn't help but worry as they walked out of sight. "It's getting dark. Won't they get lost?"

He shook his head. "We karu have very good sight in the dark," he told her. "And they won't go too far."

She nodded and fell silent for a bit. "...What was that word you called me?"

"Nikaru," he said in his deep voice. "We are karu. You are a nikaru--not karu." He looked at her curiously. "What is your word for your kind?"

"I'm a human," she said, her cheeks reddening at his gaze. She was having a hard time avoiding looking at his bare body--and he wasn't attempting to hide anything.

"Human," he said, trying the word out. "And do you have a word for my kind?"

"Merman," she said. "Mermen for more than one."

He tried that one out as well, then frowned. "Karu sounds better."

"That's what I'll call you then," she said. The darkness crept up on them as they sat there in silence. She shivered a little and drew her clothing around her. "...Aren't you cold?"

"Cold? No, the air is warm."

"Not for me," she said, frowning.

He studied her for a bit, then walked to the tree line. There was still enough light that she could watch as he pulled several large fronds from the trees, then came back to her. "Stretch out."

She did, and he covered her with the fronds. It didn't help much, but it was better than nothing. "Thank you."

He nodded in return and sat back down beside her. A few more minutes passed, and a cry rose from the forest. Geoff's head tilted as he smiled. "Ah, Eli has had good fortune."

After a bit longer Eli came out of the forest with what looked like a goat on his shoulders. It wasn't long before the others returned as well, all holding something. When Cesar got closer he frowned to see Kathy and looked at Geoff. "Why did you bury her like that?"

"She's cold."

"Cold? It's not cold here."

"She is nikaru, and not like us," Geoff reminded him.

Kathy tried to head off an argument. "Once I can find something to help build a fire I'll be all right."

Eli frowned as he began to pull the skin away from the meat. "A fire? What is that?"

She blinked. "You don't use fire? How do you cook your food?"

"What is 'cook'?" Cesar asked.

Kathy blinked. "Cooking is...heating up food to make it edible."

The men all looked at each other, confused. Layne spoke next. "So you can't eat anything we found?"

She looked at the oranges Cesar had brought. "I can eat those." Cesar handed her several and she began to peel one with her fingernails. It was a little disquieting to see the karu tearing the animal apart and eating it raw, especially in the rising moonlight, but she made sure to avert her eyes. After all, how could she complain about their eating habits after they had saved her life? Layne had caught two large land crabs, and J had found some slightly overripe bananas which Kathy also ate.

The six of them ate in silence until Eli asked "How did you get out in the water? What happened to your vessel?"

Kathy swallowed a bite of banana. "I was going on an expedition to explore the new territories," she said. "Our ship got caught in a storm and broke apart."

"Ah, so you are an explorer?" Geoff asked.

She laughed a little. "Oh no. I was hired on to cook and sew for the men."

Layne tilted his head. "Sew?"

"To make and repair clothing." She tugged at the sleeve of her dress for emphasis.

"So you make armor?" Geoff asked.

"No, not armor. Just regular clothing. To cover the body for warmth and modesty."

"Modesty?"

Her face began to heat up again. "We humans...we nikaru...prefer to have our bodies covered. To...keep from embarassing ourselves and others."

Cesar frowned. "How strange. We have no need to do that. We stay warm by ourselves. And why should we cover ourselves for the comfort of others?"

"Again," Geoff said, "she is nikaru and different from us."

Kathy tried to change the subject. "Are there other nikaru on the island?"

J shook his head. "No. This is our island."

Geoff smiled at her. "You will be safe here. We will take care of you." Eli and Cesar nodded.

Kathy tried to keep her face neutral. The prospect of being stranded on an island was more than a little frightening. But at least she wasn't all alone. And surely, eventually, a ship would have to come along.

[thepenultimateword]

Hi! I love your writing! Could I get a part 2 of prompt 77? No pressure of course

"You really didn't have to," Ex-villain said, swallowing hard to hide the fact that their mouth was already watering over the big plate of Szechuan pork and fried rice in front of them.

“You're one of the team now," Leader said. They barely looked at them as they casually unwrapped a fortune cookie. "Dinner was the least we could do to make you feel welcome."

“They're just glad their forever-long crush is finally legal," Teammate said.

The cookie cracked in Leader's hand and their face suddenly flooded a deep shade of red. "W-what? I don't even know what you're talking about! Shut up!"

Villain choked on a mouthful of rice. A very embarassing, very uncute hacking that sent a few grains flying across the table and a thin track of tears streaming down their cheeks.

“S-sorry,” they croaked, elbow knocking their plate as they hurriedly grabbed for a napkin. Great, they were flushed. “I…um…”

"It's not a crush!" Leader said adamantly, standing to help wipe the spilled rice and peas into their hand. They did not meet Villain's eyes once, but they flinched as their forefinger brushed Villain's thumb. "It's just admiration! Your very capable and smart. And you went through so many messed up things most people would have broken or gotten completely twisted, but even as a villain you did your best not to allow others to define you, and the fact you even took me up on my offer is brave in itself, and I just respect you so much. And that's all it is!"

"Ok." Villain tried to make it sound unbothered, but of course, it had to come out croaked.

"Really! I didn't try to recruit you because I like you! As a hero I thought it would be best for you, and also as a hero, I knew how much we could benefit from your help. I would never encourage such a pivotal choice for my own personal--"

"I believe you."

Leader stopped. "Huh?"

"I believe you," Villain repeated, rolling a missed grain of rice under their index finger. "We've been fighting for years. I know you're not that sort of person. You don't manipulate. Or lie. Or . No matter how much I wanted to believe you did at the beginning. I know you're a good person. So don't worry about it."

Silence.

Villain glanced up.

If it was possible for someone to appear relieved and crush simultaneously, that was Leader's expression now. How cute. Leader had always been so stoic on the battlefield, seeing them flustered was a totally new experience. Though it would have been nicer if they weren't flustered as well.

Villain wasn't sure if they should believe Leader's words or their body language, but they offhandedly added, "Even if you did have a crush, I wouldn't mind."

“Wait...” Teammate said. They craned their head to see Villain’s face. “Don’t tell me you actually--”

“Shut up, Teammate!” Leader roared at the same time Villain cried: “I just think they’re pretty!”

Now Leader choked. “What?”

Teammate stood up, hands in the air. “That's it. I am not a third wheel.”

"No, wait, Teammate!" Leader begged, but Teammate snagged an eggroll and sauntered out the door.

Leader pinned their lips together and stared at their plate. "So..."

"So..." Villain echoed back, silently scolding themselves. Why had they said anything? Why couldn't they have just left it as it was? They'd let themselves get caught up in all that talk of admiration, in that flustered reaction, and flushing cheeks. Someone didn't have to like you to be embarrassed. Besides...it wasn't possible. Leader had always been there encouraging them to clean up. To give up the loneliness and the constant watching over their shoulder for something safer. They'd acted as if they could see something more in them, and after a lifetime of being worthless, it had been nice to feel wanted. But other than that they'd never showed them an ounce of care. They weren't particularly kind even when offering them a hand. They didn't back down from their fights. They beat them thoroughly and soundly, no mercy. They'd never pulled their punches either. None of the things Villain would have expected out of a person with secret feelings. But maybe...maybe...they couldn't risk showing it?

"Do you really just admire me?" Villain murmured.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Leader countered.

Villain swallowed. "You captivate me." Leader's head shot up and before they could duck down again, Villain locked eyes. "I don't really know you. But I've always been...you've always been...so beautiful."

Leader wet their lips, "I've liked you ever since your scheme with the bombs. They were so perfectly orchestrated. Maximum damage with no danger to human life. It was genius. But even so, I never wished to take away any of your choices. I wanted you to do what you wanted to do. Whether that ever included me or not."

"Can...that include you now?"

"Well, we're on the same team. Everything includes me n--"

Villain pecked Leader's cheek, face immediately setting fire. Still they managed a quiet, "I don't know more than your hero persona...more than the type of person you are on a battlefield...but I'd like to. Could I?"

Leader nodded, equally flushed. "That...would be...very nice."

[sparklingmusicofstars]

Hamefura fanfic : A twist of fate

Chapter 1 : The return part 1

After 7 years recovering from her bad health in another country, a letter was sent to Catarina Claes; according to one of the law of the kingdom of Sorcier all magic users coming from the kingdom have to go at the Academy of magic at the age of 15 years. Fortunately her health has gotten better anyway, at least enough to be able to leave the bed and walking alone on her own. Even though she still has fevers from time to time. She is currently riding a luxurious ship from the kingdom of Queed to Sorcier.

"Wow...! It has been so long since I last been there ! It's so nostalgic !"

I couldn't help to blurt out at the second I saw the harbor, it's been so long...

"My lady, I think you should calm yourself or else you'll fall into the sea"

My personnal maid, Mia, said calmy with a serious look.

Mia is one of my most dilligent maids, we are close in age so we have always gotten along very well and she has pratically acted as my big sister during the last 7 years. She comes from a commoner family but she is very smart, kind and well-educated.

"Don't worry Mia ! I'm almost 15 years old after all, in Sorcier I'm a fully mature adult !"

I cried out, a bit vexed of being still treated like a child

"You may be one in Sorcier but remember that in Queed you are still a child until your 18th birthday." She answered with the same serious gaze.

That's....true but still !

"And I already told you to drop the formalities when there aren't much people around, didn't I ?"

Mia told me that until we reach the manor of the Claes family she will still use them. Honestly I was a bit sad.

Anyway I was so excited and quite nervous to come back after so many years.

You see, my current name is Catarina Claes, I'm...or rather I was the unique daughter of duke Claes, one of the most powerful noble of the country of Sorcier. My father has always been very doting towards me so I lived a life where it was normal to both want and have things. Of course I grew up very spoiled and became very selfish, I was the very image of a wealthy young lady. But of course my life wasn't as perfect as it seemed, when I was 5 years old I started having fevers almost every weeks, it's at that time my family found out that I was born with a really weak body, I still remember clearly how much I cried at that time but I stood strong, though I still don't if it was for my or anyone else's sake.

One day, when I was 8 years old, my father took me to the royal castle to meet the third prince of the country, Geordo Stuart. He was a stunning young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was like a typical fairy- tales prince. He was also the same age as me but he has an aura of maturity about him, you wouldn't guess he was only 8 years old. Of course that young lady fell head over heels for him at the first sight but strangely when I was next to him I felt a little chill I didn't really know why...At that time I thought it was only because I was very thrilled to meet him.

He guided me to the garden of the castle while I couldn't let go of his arm that I was holding very tightly...Now that I think of it I should have really restrain from doing that. He was also telling me something but it was like I couldn't hear him, at least I was happy enough to not notice the slighly annoyed and embarassed face he was trying to hide.

Suddenly (maybe because I wasn't looking around me) I tripped over something and fell face down on the ground. While the impact in itself wasn't that strong I guess that for a frail little girl of 8 years old it was enough to make it hurts a lot, If I had to say, quite a lot of blood was gushing from a wound on my forehead, at least enough to make the prince and all the servants panicking and my father rushing towards me with an incredibly worried look on his face. They were telling me something but I couldn't hear it ...My head and eyes were completely blank because I remembered something very important.

I was a reincarnated.

In my previous life I was a high school girl of 17 years old. During my last year in middle school I became completely otaku. I was reading manga, watching animes and above all I was playing otome games. I loved playing the most an otome game my otaku best friend lent me but I couldn't remember its name, maybe because of the pain in my forehead. I wasn't really proud of my story but I was quite the mischievous child in my previous life, I was climbing trees and fishing in the mountains with my two older brothers and playing games all night so I was often late at school. It's also because of that that I died at the age of 17. I was caught up in a traffic accident because I stayed awake all night to conquired the black hearted prince in my favorite otome game, I woke up late for school, rushed on my bike and was hit by a car on a busy road.

I barely remember being carried to the infirmary of the royal castle and at home by the servants and my father.

After that I suffered from a fever and a headache for the next days, but unlike usual that one wasnt getting better with the time, I only got the impression it was getting worse. So much that it worried my parents and I don't really know the details but it was decided that I would go to another country to recover, where the medecine and the doctors were better. I thought about it for a minute...it's just like the scenario of an otome game ! My otaku thoughts were running completely wild. My father told me with tears in his eyes that we have relatives in this country and that they will take care of me and my mother was just avoiding my gaze.

Of course I was very sad to leave and not see my parents and the servants I loved so much for so much time, I really wanted to bring my personnal maid, Anne, with me but she couldn't handle the long trip between the two countries and I didn't want to force her.

Fortunately this country was almost as wealthy as Sorcier and our relatives there were also powerful nobles and they were very happy to take care of me, they already have a son a bit older than me. He is smart, handsome and very gentle so growing with him was a really good thing and of course Mia whom I became friends with some time after my arrival.

Now, when I think about the little girl I was it feels like it was a completely different person.

My father insisted that I would celebrate my 15th birthday at home before entering the Academy of Magic because it was a very important event in Sorcier. I think that's because in Sorcier you are considered an adult at 15 years old...Humm...Very different from Queed and Japan where you are considered an adult at 18 years old.

While I was lost in thoughts I noticed the ship has stopped, we were arrived.

While I was gotten off the ship I couldn't help but notice that people were staring at me, especially men.

"Hum...Mia, do I have something on my face ?" I couldn't help but whisper to Mia who was standing next to me

"No, I just think you kinda stand out my lady" she replied

"Eh ?!! Stand out ?!! Do I look like that much different from others ?!" I blurted out, I hadn't be in Sorcier for a long while so maybe I was acting strangely or in a suspicious way.... How embarassing...

"No...I don't think you stand out "that" way " she replied in a ambiguous way

Ah...it's maybe it was because of my clothes, there were obviously not made here so of course people would looked at them curiously.

I guess it can't be helped ! I was convinced of that and nodded to myself while Mia just let out a exaspered sigh and, with a far off gaze, also said something I didn't really understand

"As dense as always..."

Okay...let's go home ! I thought eargerly before riding a carriage with Mia towards the Claes manor.

To be continued : Meeting my adoptive little brother

[burgersnacksformax]

Golden Kamuy modern AU Hokkaido road trip, requested by anon !

Notes:

Sugimoto, Asirpa, Tanigaki, Ogata, and Shiraishi all take a full day road trip to Abashiri, starting in Otaru ! (Featuring Vasily, with no language barrier)

THIS IS LONG i got carried away ehe - thank you to the Anon who suggested this for being patient !!

(I left out a lot of things about abashiri prison cause its. A prison. So it can get depressing, but theres a ton of stuff about it i found out when researching so do take a look if youre interested !)

Separated into parts:

The group meets up and heads to Otaru

In Otaru

Heading to Asahikawa

At Asahikawa

Heading to Abashiri

At Abashiri

The drive back to Otaru

The group all meets up in the airport and drives to Otaru

They rented a little car. A little baby car that looked so much bigger in the photo. Hopefully all the luggage will fit. At least it has a working air conditioning?

Tanigaki is the driver. By god, Tanigaki is the driver. He's calm and rational on the road and driving schools should use him as a model.

Meanwhile Saichi was kicked off of driving duty after someone cut in front of him, causing him to yell and honk, and he even started to tailgate that person. Ruined the experience for everyone else in the car.

Asirpa is a child and should not be driving. "It doesnt seem that hard," she commented. "Why do we need side mirrors when we have a rear view mirror? I can look at the side without a mirror," is something she also said.

Ogata offered to drive, he seemed very calm and the others weren't that worried. Until they found he speeds constantly and cuts past other cars, which not only stresses out the passengers but ilicits more swearing from Sugimoto. They figured they'd let him just be the copilot. Which he's unsurprisingly quite good at.

About Shiraishi, he actually can drive pretty well, he just doesnt have a lisence. Saichi was like "just drive without one, nobody's gonna stop you unless you get into an accident or something." Shiraishi still gets off driving duty, as Tanigaki stops him.

Ogata as the copilot and Tanigaki as the driver experience the luxury of not being in the backseat.

Meanwhile the golden trio in the back drives everyone else crazy by singing "99 buckets of oats on the wall" until their darn throats give out. They lose count at some point and have to start again.

Ogata just pops headphones over his head silently.

Shiraishi INSISTED to bring tons of sweets in the car just in case anyone (he) had a craving. Ogata wanted some too but was too embarassed to ask. Fortunately, Asirpa offered some to him.

Tanigaki calmly points out any cool things they pass by. He did a lot of research beforehand and even printed a little guidebook for everyone to share, which quickly got crumpled after Sugimoto excitedly yanked it out of Shiraishi's hands.

I stg Tanigaki and Ogata are like the adults here, except only one of them is responsible. The other one is technically responsible but only bothers to do so for himself.

Shiraishi announcing to the whole car "are we there yet ? I need to pee :("

Sugimoto gives him a bottle.

Ogata takes the bottle and flings it out the window.

Everyone is chiding him for littering but honestly they all dodged a bullet there.

Otaru !

The gang visits the Otaru canal, its a nice and calming walk. Not too crowded, very nice and scenic, with a comfortable breeze.

Asirpa keeps grabbing at Saichi's phone to take photos, until he just lets her keep it. "Just don't drop it in the canal," is his only condition.

Asirpa's like, "what do you take me for, of course I won't!" Then accidentally drops it on the pavement. Thankfully Sugimoto has a shock absorbant upgraded 20% drop protection scratch resistant run-over-it-with-a-car-and-it'll-be-fine phone case.

Tanigaki is out here just having a good time taking in the sights and the fresh air. He's happy to be there with his loved ones even if they're a chaotic bunch. He ends up meeting with some locals who tell him about the place.

Ogata has already been separated from the group after spotting a cat. Tanigaki let him wander off without a child leash just as long as he's back at the car by a certain time.

Shiraishi and Sugimoto are already arguing about where they should eat for lunch. Saichi insists they should go to this really crowded restaurant cause "it must be popular if theres a crowd". Meanwhile Shiraishi is like "nono its gonna be pricey, we should go to the small places, the small hole in the wall places with the best and cheapest food."

Sometimes their conversation is interrupted by Asirpa showing them a photo she took, asking for feedback of her photography, then getting excited and talking about the photo and things she learned about Otaru until they've all forgotten about the photos.

Tanigaki sees Ogata carrying around a cat, and gives him a look of "we are not taking it with us".

They catch sight of some brunet sitting on a bench with a paint set out. Shiraishi walks up to the guy and just starts talking with no hesitation - "hey what're you painting? Oh, the canal, i guess you would be ! Are you a tourist too ? The sights here are great ! Yknow, i met a pretty girl at a store earlier.."

The guy (cough, vasily) doesnt mind the company, but he really doesnt have much to say. He finds this random stranger interesting.

Asirpa eventually drags shiraishi away. Ogata parts his ways with the cat and everyone hops back into the car. The lunch plans were not pursued considering it was like 10 in the morning.

Under Ogata's request, the next stop is east to Asahikawa

Ogata wants to go to the Hokuchin memorial museum. Nobody in the group understands why he's so fascinated to see stuff from the war, but sure :)

And Asahikawa has something else of interest - the Asahiyama Zoo, with Saichi and Shiraishi are going crazy imagining all the cute animals.

Ogata, sadistically, goes "I'm sure there won't only be cute animals. There will be plenty of dangerous ones too that could hurt you if they got out." Honestly he's just trying to fuck with them for shits n giggles but ends up warming everyones hearts when they go "awww, so you do care !"

So begins the drive there. Shiraishi gets bored and starts a game of I-spy. Asirpa chooses the hardest to find shit and nobody wants to let her choose the thing to spy anymore.

EXCEPT ogata, who somehow manages perfectly to find everything asirpa is talking about with little effort.

Everyone hates when tanigaki does it cause he chooses the most obivious shit. Like "ok I'll try :) hmm i-spy a red car" and everyone finds it in zero seconds. He insists he can do a better job, it's just that he has to keep an eye on the road. Which is fair.

Ogata and asirpa are like "y'all have a skill issue the stuff we point out isnt that hard to find".

Oh yeah and Asirpa learns the term "skill issue" from Ogata and finds it really funny and wont stop saying it to sugimoto and shiraishi at any chance she gets.

Saichi slaps Ogata from the backseat just for the funnies.

Ogata glares and goes "do that again and i'll swerve the wheel." Meanwhile tanigaki at the wheel is like "ogata do not."

Things calm down when shiraishi is scrolling thru memes on his phone and laughs hysterically at them, then shows them to the others in the car, who then also laugh.

Ogata is annoyed at first by the obnoxious laughter in the backseat and doesn't understand what's so funny about the things Shiraishi is showing the others. But he laughs at the grim ones that Shiraishi doesn't find funny, much to his concern.

The ones they all can appreciate are cat memes though.

They dictate the pictures to tanigaki who also doesn't find it quite as funny but he's happy everyone's enjoying themselves.

Ogata and sugimoto try not to laugh challenge ends up in disaster as Saichi laughs at everhthing first and then gets into slapfights with Ogata after getting pissed at how he keeps losing every time.

Tanigaki (dad, bless him) gets everyone to calm down again by saying "keep arguing and we won't stop for ice cream" and suddenly everyone is silent.

In Asahikawa !

They visit the memorial museum first, Ogata has already wandered off, and the others are calling out to him like he's a lost cat.

Asirpa laughs and suggests they bell him.

Ogata magically is summoned just to reject the idea.

He makes a good tourist guide for this, he knows way too much about the exhibits in the museum and is able to give extra explanations that arent written on the plaques. Tanigaki asks lots of questions and it's an engaging conversation, they attract a crowd actually to Ogata's dismay.

Shiraishi laughs like "maybe this guy fought a war in his past life". Ogata does not laugh.

Sugimoto and Asirpa wander off together after a while, and get told off for trying to take pictures in the museum.

They both try and make sense of the plaques without getting help from Ogata or Tanigaki, before eventually getting distracted by snacks in the gift shop.

Shiraishi got separated from the others after taking time to read a plaque but the others had already walked off. He eventually found them but with terror in his eyes - not out of fear of getting left behind, but because "holy shit war is scary".

Next stop ! Asahiyama zoo !

THEY TAKE SO MANY DAMN PICTURES

Actually they make a beeline for the cafeteria first, and the pictures are all blurry because everyone is so hungry so they're all speedwalking.

Sugimoto, with the utmost distress in his voice, asks if the penguin nuggets are made from the penguins at the zoo.

Tanigaki calmly tells him "no, they're just shaped that way. Why are you ordering from the kids menu anyway?"

Oh but Shiraishi shamelessly orders from the kids menu, but he orders a lot. Everything there is so cute and bite sized but the proportions are way too small.

Tanigaki leans down a little to eat when the button pops off and smacks Ogata square in the jaw. His phat tits attract many stares. He is embarassed. Sugimoto and Shiraishi almost get them all kicked out after wolf whistling at tanigaki's tits and heterosexually flirting with him a little too loudly.

Ogata scoots away slightly and pretends not to know them.

Asirpa eats the biggest damn meal on the menu and finishes it with no problem. Shiraishi is like "wow Asirpa, you're already done and I'm still eating !"

Asirpa says, very satisfied, "skill issue."

Once they've eaten, it's time to actually go see the animals.

Sugimoto and Shiraishi cooing at every tiny animal they see. Trying to start a dignified conversation with the hippos, then getting terrified when Ogata tells them about how lethal hippos can be.

They almost get kicked out again when they go to the polar bear exhibit and Asirpa and Tanigaki talk about methods to kill bears, and wondering how different it would be since these are polar bears.

At the capybara exhibit, the group observes how chill the capies are and how well they get along with other species. Saichi comments on how he's a little envious that they're able to have such peaceful interactions all the time. Asirpa understands, and restrains herself from saying "skill issue".

Asirpa sees an owl and excitedly talks about its importance in Ainu culture. She does this for a lot of other animals. Tanigaki participates excitedly in these conversations, bring up his own culture as a Matagi as well.

Oh god where did Ogata disappear to this time.

Last stop, Abashiri

Tbh at this point everyone is tired and some are dozing off in the car. Tanigaki is glad to have some peace and quiet. He turns on the radio, not realising its on like 69420% volume, and accidentally gives everyone a heart attack.

It's a little later than the afternoon, but not quite evening yet. It seems they'll only be able to make one stop in Abashiri. Can you guess where ?

Dumroll please,,,

The Prison !

When Tanigaki was doing research, it seemed to be the most historically impactful place that one could experience in Abashiri in like 2 hours or less, so he figured it would be a perfect final stop to conclude this field trip.

Shiraishi, after playing way too much GTA, insists in the car, "inescapable prison ? Come on, the prisoners just weren't trying hard enough".

Asirpa dares Shiraishi to tell them when they get there how he would escape the prison, to which he agrees to take her up on that.

Tanigaki informs the others that there actually was one person in the past who could escape, and the golden trio yell OOOOOOOO waking ogata up in the process and earning glares which scared nobody.

Sugimoto going "youre not even scary when you glare. Youre like a cat who thinks he didnt get enough snacks".

Shiraishi giggles profusely at this comment before immediately getting serious like "cats are fucking scary sometimes man, i was bitten by one and my head was inflamed for a few days."

Sugimoto and asirpa are like ??? Cats can cause brain swelling ???

Shiraishi is like "no it just bit my head"

Ogata laughs, "you have to have really fucked up for a cat to bite your head!" - A surprisingly wholesome thing for him to be laughing about. The others agreed much to Shiraishi's dismay.

At Abashiri

They finally arrive and park the car, with everyone on alert for parking spots and staring out the windows like meerkats.

They disembark and cross the Mirror Bridge to the prison, admiring the river and the pretty trees. They're also in shock at how fucking huge the place is.

Tanigaki calmly shares the things he researched, such as the prison's highest prisoner count as well as facts behind the bricks used in the building of the walls.

He earns some "ooh"s of interest from Sugimoto and Asirpa

Meanwhile Shiraishis like "ok awesome but wheres the bathroom ?"

Everyone gets a little map pamphlet and saichi giggles and tells him to use the prisoners bathroom.

They meet a familiar brunet, sugimoto is like "hey didnt we meet you in otaru ?"

The familiar man nods and introduces himself as Vasily, and when shiraishi comes back he goes "hey its the artist guy !! Hey artist guy, im gonna prove to asirpa here that i could escape this prison if i wanted to, wanna watch ?"

Vasily is like ?? "How can i watch you escape the prison if you arent a prisoner ?"

Ogata suggests they tie him up.

Sugimoto giggles quietly like a highschool boy and goes "that sounds kinda,,"

Vasily stares at Sugimoto knowing exactly what hes thinking about but none of them say anything.

Tanigaki wants to visit the guard houses first, and out of respect for the driver who busted his ass the whole day, they all follow him. They actually feel very appreciative about how much effort Tanigaki put into the trip for them, even Ogata who would never admit it.

Vasily sometimes wanders off but keeps comimg back to the group. Tanigaki is very impressed by his drawings of Abashiri Prison - so far of the bridge, front gate, and one of the guard posts.

When they finally enter the prison part of the prison, asirpa tells shiraishi that she'll give him some of her stash of sweets if he runs in circles around the central watchpost thing like a dog.

Shiraishi was really about to say yes but ended up declining because there were people around. "I'm not making a fool of myself," he says through gritted teeth.

Sugimoto and ogata tried to play a game where they guessed what the story behind the prisoners in each cell were, but quickly stopped because it got grim really fast.

Asirpa points at a wax sculpture near the skylight windows like "is that the escaped guy tanigaki was talking about ?" And sugimoto throws himself between shiriashi and the plaque that explains how the prisoner escaped, and tells shiraishi to tell them how he wouldve done it without looking at the plaque for answers.

Tanigaki has to pull vasily to the side after he accidentally blocked the road while drawing.

Anyways shiraishi nails the explanation on the head and everyone is like fuck damn this guy can actually escape if he tried ??

They also visit the prison bathhouse and the group expresses pity on the prisoners who barely had any bathtime.

Vasily eagerly tries to sketch out one of the yakuza tattoos that he saw on a wax model.

They also visited the lecture hall which vasily had a field day drawing the architecture of.

Tbh at this point most of the group was gradually realising *hey maybe we shouldnt bicker here lets show some respect* but still have a good time and learn stuff nonetheless.

Finally, on the way back to Otaru

Vasily keeps on following them, and tanigaki is like ? Do you not have some kind of transport ?

He shakes his head, saying he's just been hitching rides

"Well," Tanigaki answers, taking a moment to look at the group, "we'd love to help you but-" he gestures to the car and then to his group of kids friends, "we wont have enough space for you."

Ogata starts chuckling, going "no, we have space".

Everyone is like ?? And sugimoto remarks "last time i checked, shrink rays havent been invented yet."

Ogata suggests they just go grab some rope from the prison and tie vasily to the roof of the car.

Vasily looks a little less certain about riding in this car.

The others reassure him that, no, we are not tying you to the roof, ogata is just like that, please dont call the cops.

Asirpa ends up sitting on saichis lap on the way back, which shiraishi thought would end in disaster but they are actually very comfortable with it.

On the way back tanigaki is so tired actually, hes tempted to let shiraishi or even vasily drive. He decides not to suggest it to them, but shiraishi was actually willing to lend a hand, he just didnt feel like it unless tanigaki asked himself.

They end up stopping for gas and after refilling, tanigaki parks off to the side and takes a powernap in the car. The golden trio unload out of the car and are like "ok we're gonna need enough snacks to last us not only the road trip but also the airplane ride" and scurry off like the goblins they are.

They blow the rest of their budget on snacks and fast food.

Vasily buys a burger from a fast food joint connected to the gas station and brings it to the car for tanigaki. He noticed how exhausted the man was and was like yknow what. Take this.

In the car its just tanigaki, ogata, and vasily now. Vasily shows them the art he made during his trip here - the finished painting of the canal, sketches of all sorts of different architecture, coloured pencil drawings of landscapes, and of course the drawings from abashiri.

Its honestly nice and quiet and relaxing. Ogata quite enjoys the drawings, which only comes out as a disinterested sounding "it's detailed". Vasily is happy to share his art with someone, and tanigaki praises vasilys drawings and is glad to see different places that the group didnt get to see in their limited time there.

When the golden trio get back into the car, they're laughing and talking about something that the car folk don't understand and arent bothering to ask. Ask the trio in 5 minutes and they wont remember either.

Tanigaki didnt really care that they were being noisy, he was just happy he was able to enjoy this trip along with them.

As they continue to drive back to Otaru, Shiraishi comments, "man ive heard stories of hitchhikers yknow ? Sometimes the person you pick up ends up being a murderer, or even the driver is a murderer."

Ogata asks tanigaki with full seriousness "are you a murderer ?"

The golden trio laughs like "nahh hes the biggest sweetheart !"

Shiraishi adds, "I mean, he could in theory, have you seen his muscles?"

Saichi, in a tired stupor, yells "GAY" in Shiraishi's ear, to which Asirpa on his lap smacks him lightheartedly and tells him to quiet down.

Tanigaki just. Chuckles awkwardly.

Saichi adds "nah its not the hitchhiking part im worried about. I just dont know who would want to be in the same car as ogata." Ogata grabs the wheel and tanigaki slaps his hand away and is like dont fucking do that.

The golden trio is like OOOOO TANIGAKI SWORE AT OGATAAA HES IN TROUBLEEE !!!!

Vasily just chuckles along, he isnt part of the chaos gang but he finds their shenanigans amusing. He comments that theyre all like a family.

At some point Vasily pulls out a bag of peanut M&Ms, and Shiraishi immediately yells at the others "SEE ! HE HAS TASTE !"

Saichi is like "Well im SORRY that you like NUTS IN YOUR MOUTH"

Asirpa and Sugimoto pull out their bag of "normal" M&Ms and stare at Shiraishi like he'd just betrayed them.

Ogata would have told them to pipe down but he got free M&Ms so he was just munching away.

Shiraishi also funnels peanut M&M's into Tanigaki's mouth from the backseat, dropping several onto his lap in the process, then going "no dont worry i got it" and trying to grab them off his lap but his heart drops in horror when his hand brushes against Tanigaki's dick and learns of his magnum dong.

He is snapped out of his newfound wave of envy when Vasily offers him more M&Ms.

Shiraishi clings to vasily for snacks. "Pleeeease can i finish the peanut m&ms pretty please ?"

Vasily offers other snacks he brought and pats Shiraishi's bald head. He's like a bald cat. Yosh yosh

Yet another I-spy showdown, this time between vasily and ogata. None of them want to let up and it gradually gets very competitive. Even Asirpa had decided to sit out after a while.

Ogata ended up winning, but not because he was better, but because the golden trio pulled out more snacks and Shiraishi airplaned chips to him like "open wide vasily~~"

At this point the sun has fully set. The car is peaceful. Asirpa is playing wordle and goes "hmm theres the letters p, u, theres also s"

Shiraishi, way too excited, immediately yells "PUSSY" so fucking loudly goddamn.

Ogata wakes up from his dissociative trance and isnt even mad, he then yells pussy.

Asirpa asks what pussy is and sugimoto sweats like oh umm. Well it um. Cat its cat.

Meanwhile at the same time ogata says vagina.

Asirpa yells pussy. Saichi yells pussy. Vasily yells pussy. They wait expectantly for tanigaki. Tanigaki mumbles pussy. They peer pressure him until he yells pussy at the top of his lungs

Then it turns out the fucking window was open.

Anyways. The word was pumas.

Finally, they arrive back in Otaru, and drop Vasily off who then thanks them for the ride. And now the gang heads back to the airport :)

It's a little bittersweet parting ways with him, but they made sure to take lots of photos with Vasily befire they did, and he even left them with a drawing he did of the gang bickering at some point at Abashiri.

Overall, everyone is quite happy with how the trip turned out. They got to spend quality time with each other and experience new things.

But now, they can't wait to get back on the plane and get some rest. :]

[yanderefairyangel]

Ok so

Apparently Treehouse toned down Rafal to be platonic but after checking myself I am not sure ?? They made it less explicit sure but that still hold ?

Anyway, translated the og for you so you can judge

Alear (jp) : Rafal, this is something I wanted to tell you a while now....*pact ring appears on screen* Will you accept this ?

Rafal (jp): He-Hey.... that's...

Alear (jp): It's the ring of promise. The proof of a deeper bond between I and the person who wears it

Rafal (jp): Do not say such a thing, idiot ! Give it to someone else ! You find me attractive, I get it ! but... That's wrong ! The person you should choose as a partner should be someone much more deserving and more... Pure.

Alear (eng) : But you said actions express gratitude better then words, Rafal, and you were right. I've been thinking about it for a while now, and I decided I want you to have this.

Rafal (eng) : Is that what I think it is ?

Alear (eng) : It's the pact ring- a symbol of a deep and special bond. A partnership.

Rafal : (eng) : I may posses superficial charm, but giving me this to me would be foolish even by your standard. Moreover, it would be wrong. I have done nothing to to earn such an honnor. Any partner of yours should be more ... pure.

Alear (jp) : When I thought about who to give this ring to, your face was the only thing that could came to my mind . Would you accept to continue fighting by my side ?

Alear (eng) : You are the one I want to give this to, Rafal. You and nobody else. You are already an indispensable part of my life. I am only asking you to continue to be that.

Rafal : (jp)... I don't have the choice then. If I take my eyes off you, who knows what you will get yourself into. I will stand by you until the very end. I will never hesistate to always stand for you. I shall partake in your fight by your side. Even if the whole world turn against you, I'll be your ally.

Rafal (eng) : When you put it that way, it seems I have little choice. Who else will keep an eye on you ? Very well, you have my word. I will remain by your side, fighting for your cause, until the end. Even if the rest of the world should turn against you, I will be here. I swear it.

Rafak (jp)... And...well. I will say this only once so... listen carefully. A while ago, you said you wanted to see me happy right ? At first, I was merely happy that I could begin a new life as "Rafal". But... the more I spend time here, the less I think I can be happy without you by my side. That's why... I want you to swear me once more, Divine dragon/Alear.

Rafal (Eng) : I will only say this once, so mark me well. You said that you wanted me to be happy. When I first came here, I was content merely to embark upon a new life as a new person. But the more I spend time with you, the more I ...miss you when you are absent. So, in return for my oath, I would like you to swear something to me, Alear.

Rafal (jp) : Don't ever get full of yourself and leave my side without permission. You and your future... belong to me.

Rafal (eng) : Swear that you that you will never leave my side - that we will explore what the future together holds together.

Diary note when S support is completed.

JP : Our life as partners. He is too embarassed to tell you about what he truly feels, but he cherishes you deeply. When you are alone with someone else, he will get jealous and glares at you from afar. He keep the Pact ring in a vessel made of his own scales, and protect it fiercly so that no one else can see it let alone touch it.

Eng :Life with Rafal. Though he'll seldom admit it, he is deeply fond and fiercely protective of the Divine dragon. Keeps the Pact Ring in a vessel made from his own scales and is very careful about showing it to anyone

Wake up events PR editions

1 : (eng) You are fortunate indeed...to have me around to wake you. I wonder what you are dreaming about. For my part...even the world I come from feels like it could have been a dream. I wonder...could there be a world out there...in which I command the invocation...to summon you as my Emblem ? I would not prefer such a world. Because the bond we share, symbolized by this Pact ring... it is everything to me. * Alear rise up * You heard all that ? Well... I will not repeat it. So you will just have to rely on your memory... to know how I feel about you

1 : (jp) Having me to wake you up every morning... you really are a fortunate one indeed. I wonder what you are dreaming about today. The world I came from feels like a distant dream to me... I wonder if there is a world out there, where I cast the incantation that can summon you as my Emblem. However..only in this world are you and I linked by this ring, and that is something I treasure more then anything. *Alear rise up*... Did you heard me right now ? I won't say it twice... today I have time...The time to show you how much I yearned for you.

1 : (eng) You are fortunate indeed...to have me around to wake you. *Alear rise up* Good morning. Even your sleeping habits have started to become endearing to me. Perhaps I should wonder what has become of me to think that. Ah... Oh well.

1 : (jp) Having me to wake you up every morning... you really are a fortunate one indeed. *Alear rise up* Good morning. You know... I recently came to find your sleeping habits as being adorable... how your eyes reflect me first thing in the morning... it makes me so happy.

2: (eng) I have come to wake you. If that pleases you, then rise immediately. Still asleep ? I admit, sometimes I fear you may one day fail to wake entirely. It has happened before after all,... both with you and my sister. I do not know if I could stand to wait another thousand years. Not for you. I believe I would lose my mind. To mourn for you like that...it would break me. *Alear rise up* Ah... No, it was nothing important. I am glad to see that you are awake. Listen...when the end comes...let me be the first of us to sleep eternally.

2 : (jp) : I, your partner have come to wake you ! If this makes you happy, rise up this instant !.... You won't wake up huh ? ... I must admit it... It keeps popping inside my head ... "what if you don't wake up"... like you already did, like my sister already did...what if you would sleep like this for 1000 more years... I think I would feel so lonely I might break before even realizing it... This... scares me so much... The moment I were to lost you, whom I treasure so deeply, ... i would lose my mind entirely...*Alear rise up * Ah, you woke up !... Don't worry, it's nothing... You woke up, that's all that matters... Listen... When the time to sleep eternally will arrive, if you get ahead of me, I won't ever forgive you...

2: (eng) I have come to wake you. If that pleases you, then rise immediately. *Alear rise up* That actually worked ? I supposed I owe you a more heartfelt greeting. Very well. Here it is. Of all your fine qualities, your sincerity...is what I adore most.

2:(jp)I, your partner have come to wake you ! If this makes you happy, rise up this instant !.... *Alear rise up*... So this actually worked ?In that case, I shall greet you more kindly. Good morning. You know, when you look at me with this silly and obedient face... I like that more then anything

Ok so hum, did the English version look tone down in contrast to the JP one or not

If you ask me, I think they did tone down some stuff but not to the point of it sounding platonic. In fact, it somehow fit his character pretty well which shows that when they TRY Treehouse can actually keep things coherent.

Imo it went from the outright flirt to Rafal being more teasing ? idk

[mtchee]

An Honour to be in a Harem!? - [Genshin Impact SAGAU] | MDNI | GN AMAB 18+

blurb:

The concept of all these gorgeous people bowing before you is hard to grasp, but it's even worse to think that they'd actually offer themselves to you as a love interest. So obviously, you brush them off and decline, retorting that just because you're their supposed Creator doesn't mean they should feel as though they had to subject themselves to your unwanted affection. After all, who were you really, to compare to them? Unfortunately (or fortunately, actually) they seem quite boggled at your output. Ah! It all makes sense now! Their dearly Beloved is the shy type! Worry not, your Grace! Your dearest acolytes are more than happy to bask in any sort of attention you decide to share! Rest assured, they'll take care of all your needs~

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kind of a sequel?, amab bodied, you are dearly beloved and longed for <3, realistically if this happened i would rather die of a heart attack, lots of love and affection!!, mdni, spicy content, swearing, smut, overstim, manhandling, voyeurism, fingering, blowjob, sub [name], use of terms cock shaft penis tit, help i'm embarassed i wrote this omfg who am i, would u believe me if i said this is my first smut

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What is this bullshit.

You can't help but just blink at the Archon knelt at your feet, his head bowed low. When you emit a shocked squeak he looks up at you, amber eyes latching onto your flustered expression.

Your gaze darts around the few others surrounding your throne--you only really sit in it when the people of teyvat line up for personal prayers and blessings, or when someone tells you to. Otherwise, you avoid sitting in it.

Venti, Ei, Al-haitham, Ayato, Ningguang, Jean, Furina, Neuvillette, and Tartaglia stand past Zhongli who is knelt before you.

You force a polite smile and let out a nervous laugh, "Aha, um... d-dont.. you don't have to do that. Really."

"Do not misunderstand, Beloved," The geo Archon stands to his full height, and you feel small despite the grandness of your seat, "it truly would be my--our, utmost honour." He places a hand over his heart and bows lowly by the waist. The others follow in tandem, and you panic.

"No! Really," Although all your fanfic dreams were coming true, knowing that these are now very much real people and not just characters put you on edge. They all have their own lives to live, their own goals and ambitions, likes and dislikes, preferences and attractions that you certainly didn't and never would attain.

At first, the idea is flustering and the offer makes you feel giddy, but looking into it, you feel bad. They see you as their All-Maker, who are you to make them miserable?

"You don't need to do that. I-I know there's that rumour going around, but really, I'm fine by myself."

"Your Grace," Ei steps forwards with a tiny furrow in her thin brows, "please, it would be our honour--"

"You know what would really be an honour," Your heart stings slightly, but you straighten up on your throne and give your audience a reassuring smile, "is if you went out on your own to seek who you actually love, to find a partner you'll be happy to spend your time with--to love on your own accord. That, would be an honour, I'd say."

You're not oblivious to how everyone reels back at your words, a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief covering their features sported by prominent frowns.

Al-haitham is the one to break the tense silence that freezes the room.

"Beloved," His eyes flicker over you, thought and theories wiring around his ever working mind, "are we unsatisfactory?"

You blanch, "Gah! No! Oh my--it's nothing like that!" You can't help but feel flushed under the intensity of their eyes.

"It's just, you need to not see me as a duty."

You address them calmly, forcing your fluttering feelings down to school your face passively.

"You need to focus on yourselves, and your own lives. I'm not here to come between that."

Their silent stares are unnerving, and Venti and Furina share a look with hidden smiles while Jean steps forward with a respecful bow.

"Of course, your Grace."

"F-Fuck..!"

Embarassed tears sting your eyeline while you hold your breath, desperately trying to get ahold of yourself.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head and a loud moan is forced out of you each time Ayato's fat cock plunges in and out of your sloppy hole.

He sits leant against the finest silken pillows with your naked back pressed against his bare, toned chest, an arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other sweetly fondles with one of your spit laden nipples.

Thoma lay stomach down on the soft doona, face buried dutifully between your quivering thighs which he holds apart with surprising strength. He swallows around your swollen cock determinedly, and you cry out in humiliation when your pre-cum pools at the corner of his lips and drips onto the expensive fabric below.

"G-nngh!" You clench your eyes shut at the embarassingly loud noise of skin slapping against skin and the lewd sucks of Thoma's mouth and the squelching of your asshole, "a-ah..! Ah! Ah!"

The Kamisato Commisioner lets out a low moan by your ear, feeling your hot and gummy walls squeeze down on his length deliciously.

"Remember-- hng! R-Remember to breathe, my beloved."

He gently squishes the enticing softness of your tit, bucking up into you abruptly when you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.

"M-Mm~ my dearest," Thoma moans onto your slickened shaft, and you just about explode at the burst of electric pleasure that shoots up your spine, "you taste.. divine..~!"

Your heart thrums at the messy sight of him, his lips, chin and cheeks covered in your honey thick slick with half lidded eyes locked onto your expressions. You let out a needy moan when you notice him desperately grinding his naked hips into the bedding for release.

A now all too familiar searing pleasure suddenly coils in the utmost depth of your body, and you scream at the sheer ferocity of it.

"C-Can't! I can't!"

You buck your hips away from Ayato's throbbing cock and bump into the back of Thoma's throat, but they only follow you--the commisioner's arm moving from your waist to your hips, locking you in place while Thoma's grip moves from your thighs to the underside of your knees, opening you up and forcibly holding you still.

You dig your nails into Ayato's arm, your other hand fruitlessly shoving at the housekeeper's head to push him away.

The pleasure becomes piercing, and you choke on a sob as your gushing asshole just goes squelch, squelch, squelch with every thrust you have to take. His cock feels so dangerously good, and you fear your own might bleed from its continuous onslaught of pleasure.

Thoma's tongue licks at the puckering rim of your ass and the base of his lord's cock, and Ayato curses lowly, his grip tightening.

You feel something thick and heavy and hot spurt inside you, though the pounding doesn't let up and the near painful coil violently pops inside you, and you shriek in tandem with the burst of honeyed white fluid that spurts from your throbbing cock.

Your face burns hot with humiliation, and you can only muffle your embarassed moans into the fabric of the couch.

Naked and vulnerable, you're bent ass up and face down over Al-haitham's lap with his dominant hand knuckle deep in your lubed hole.

Maybe, just maybe you might've been able to handle this amicably, but not with Kaveh walking in and berating the Akademia Scribe turned Grand Sage on his pleasure skills.

With your rear held high and knees spread, your leaking hole is on display for the genius architect while his roommate fingers you ruthlessly, constantly prodding and rubbing that special squishy spot inside you that renders you immobile.

"H-Hah.. mmngh! Ah..."

You can do nothing but take it and drool on the couch while they squabble above you as though you're not there.

"--Y-You brute! That's our beloved and you're treating them like that!?"

"I'd say our Creator quite likes it."

You stifle a screech when Al-haitham takes his other hand and spreads your ass open to prove his argument to Kaveh.

"See?" He takes out his fingers and spreads them apart, watching your hot slick string apart, "and here too." You sob loudly as he gently prods at your convulsing balls to stare down your red, throbbing penis.

Kaveh's face flushes at the lewd display, and he gulps while setting his suitcase down off to the side before approaching.

"A-And?"

"[name] has cum thrice already."

Kaveh's brow twitches, "Were you not going to clean them up?!"

Al-haitham huffs indifferently despite the miniscule tint of pink arousal across his cheeks, "I'll leave that to you."

The blond hmphs at him before cooing at you softly, praising you with your title and demeanour.

"Our beloved," He caresses your back, and you shiver pleasantly at the tingle it stimulates, "you've been so good, haven't you? Done so well..."

He hushes you gently as he moves closer behind you, kneeling at the couch's edge, face level with your puffy hole. Al-haitham remains quiet this time around, his non-slick covered hand patting your head lovingly.

"It's okay~ I'll take good care of you now, I'll clean you up all nice, alright?"

You only whine when he sinks his tongue into your ass, lapping up your spilled juices and nipping at your twitching sack. Your body trembles with an absentminded moan when he sucks on your sore needy cock, and he emits a noise of suprise as a new abundance of white syrup leaks from your slit.

Al-haitham quirks up a brow, "Four times, now."

"Mercy! M-Mercy..!" You cry out.

"Oh," Lisa tuts demeaningly, "no, no, no dear one~ You see, you didn't quite seem to believe our intentions true when we offered ourselves to you. So it only seems right that we prove it, yes?"

You can't squirm away from Eula's mouth, her strength baffling as she keeps you stood still against the Grand Master's desk with ease. Amber mouths at the mounds of your pecs, obessed with how soft the skin them are.

You whimper loudly when Eula curls her two fingers into your prostate, clenching down on her and nearly screaming when she thrusts them into you punishingly.

Jean can't help but watch in stunned silence of you, your voice and body ethereal. She can't wait to get a taste of her own as you shudder and gasp.

It was bad enough when Venti had his way with you earlier under Vanessa's tree, simultaneously teasing you and giving you everything you wanted.

He ran his mouth with words that were both endearingly sweet and pure debauchery, controlling the winds to graze at your hardened nipples with ghost like touches that left you spasming and breathless.

He'd shown you his choice of belonging to you through the intimate thrusts of his hips and sloppy, loving kisses across your body--he'd then guided you back to the gates of Mondstadt with the held of the wind to keep you balanced.

You cry when a thin zap of purple shocks the tip of your pulsing cock, cumming instantly while Eula's tongue soothes over it with the help of her cryo ability. Your lewd honey drips down your stomach and onto the floor, and the blue haired girl sneers at the waste of it.

A whimper escapes you when Amber bites at your nipple a little too harshly, and she murmurs a timid apology, looking up at you reverently before continuing.

"P-Please..!" You hate how they've all been able to make you cry with pleasure, as though they always knew just what they were doing to you, "it..-it hurts now..! A-Aaahhh..."

You let out a long, breathy whine as you cum again, tears steaming down your cheeks as the gentle wave of bliss washes over you. You almost miss Acting Grand Master Jean calling for someone to enter after a knock on the door.

Humiliation of your state causes you to flush and shut your teary eyes as Kaeya walks in, gaze latching onto you immediately.

He closes the door behind him, humming lowly at the sight.

His eye glints in dirty interest, a grin creeping up his lips at the sound of your whimpers and sloppy hole.

"Oh? It's our turn already?"

"Kaeya! You're just in time," Lisa grins mischieviously, "I believe our dearly beloved is ready for something... thicker, now." She smiles as though her filthy implication were a casual statement of time.

You hate being the centre of attention, but fuck does it feel good. You hate feeling so vulnerable, but good god do they take care of you.

Maybe, just maybe you could allow yourself to indulge in their affections...

Nope.

Hate. You hate, hate, hate, hate hate it.

You whimper quietly, head bowed to hide your face from the prying eyes of the others seated around you.

You're back in the lands of Inazuma, in the very same place you were last time the picnic was set up. It was much more lavish this time around, based in the early evening with a gorgeous ocean view, lights strung up in the trees and scattered atop a few stable rocks.

The blankets laid down were much thicker this time, and the pillows larger and fluffier. The sunset paints the horizon gold and pink which fades into a rich purple and, eventually, the glimmering darkness of night.

You sit in Zhongli's lap, a spare blanket covering your lower half as you squirm on his throbbing length. You could feel his other drooling pre-cum against your lower back.

The others had been coaxing you to eat your share of the platter, Navia and Wriothesly feeding you small portions since you were too shy to do so yourself.

Though ashamed and bashful, you can't help but clench and throb, and you fluster when Zhongli lets out a small groan from behind you.

Navia places a comforting hand on your clothed knee.

"Beloved Creator, are you alright?" Her voice is soft, loving.

You swallow sharply, shoulders hunched and tense nervously from those watching.

"Your Grace?" You glance over at Diluc who huffs with a small blush of his own, "we'll take care of you."

Your ass clenches, and Zhongli thrusts into you.

You yelp at the sudden motion, straightening up instinctively to balance yourself only for your most devoted to thrust into you again, and again, and again. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you seated, and the blanket slowly slips from your lap from the movement.

"A-Ah! Zhon--aahhh!"

Squelch, plap, slap, his fat cock hits the textured roof of your squishy insides and sends an overwhelming shock of pleasure through you. Throwing your head back with a lewd moan, both your embarassment and arousal increase tenfold at the sight of your most shameless worshippers touching themselves at the sight of you.

Others swallow roughly, barely holding themselves back with a single thread of dignity. Those of them watch with eyes that burn your body into memory, and the intensity both frightens and arouses you.

The better of them murmur and coo praises at you, causing your stomach to flutter and your member to throb painfully.

You pant loudly when Ayato softly intructs you to breathe, and you squeal when Tartaglia reachs out to play with your pretty penis while rubbing his own neglected cock.

"Pl..ease..! Hah..!"

You feel a pair of lips on your neck and whine, whimpering shamefully when Neuvillette starts whispering sweet praise into your ear, sucking on your skin softly. You white knuckle the thick blanket by your forcefully opened legs and clench your eyes shut in humiliation.

Your abdomen starts to tingle with sparks of pleasure that strike your overstimulated cock, and you flush at the feeling of your sex juices trailing from your both your cock and your ass, soiling Zhongli's clothed lap and the pillows and fabric below.

"Hng! Cumming! AH!" You shriek, thrashing in their hold, "c-cumming! H-Help, 'm cumming-- oohhh~ Ohh~"

That weird prickly feeling coils in your tummy again, and you let out a lewd and bratty whine when they don't let up on their touching.

"S-Slow! PLEASE! F-Fuck! Feels funn-y~!"

When you slap at Childe's hand, your own are quickly restrained by Kazuha who simply smiles with red cheeks and mutters to you flowery reassurances.

The sound of your asshole is loud, it's noisy, and filthy. You emit a desperate, pleading wail, not knowing if your subconscious is trying to beg them to stop or to stay.

Saliva pools in your mouth that then begins to hang open as your starry eyes roll into the back of your head, chest heaving.

Your thighs tremble and your fingers twitch--Kazuha intertwines them with his own, and you lock onto the comforting hold.

"G-Good!" You can't stop yourself from babbling, "m-makes me feel soOo goood~!"

"Oh, sweet one~" Yae Miko giggles.

"You understand that we choose you now, yes?" Ningguang hums with a teasing quip. Her eyes torn between your adorably lewd features and your swollen, glistening length.

"Relax, beloved. It's only us, your most faithful~"

"Mm, don't hold back, dearest."

"Can you moan for us, beloved? You sound just delicious when you moan!"

"Are you gonna cum for us?"

"It's not fair how they got a taste of you first~!"

"Hng..! A-ah, hah!"

"Oh-oh! Beloved, calm down, you're alright. Just let it happen.."

"Do you feel good, your Grace?"

"--c-cumming- cumming! Cumming..!"

A white hot blaze of heat crashes over you, and your ears ring as your body trembles in utter bliss. Your slickened hole squeezes and gushes with your lewd honey, and as your abused, pulsing cock sears with an almost painful pleasure, your body squirts out your most powerful orgasm that soaks the blankets and the people surrounding.

Pleasure caused tears leave hot stains on your face, and your head lulls to the side tiredly. Your chest heaves for breath as you come down from your high, and it takes a few moments before the ringing finally stops and you can hear again.

Doting whispers and coos are the first thing you process, followed by something thick and hot leaking out of your stretched and now empty ass.

A hand caresses your head as many others touch on you innocently, checking in on you and taking care of you.

Someone holds a glass to your lips, and someone else helps you lean forwards to sip.

You startle at the feeling of a soft mouth coming to gingerly lick and suck at your sore cock, and you let out a delirious whine.

Another acolyte hushes you gently, kissing you softly before another joins in peppering kisses all over your tired face to distract you from the one cleaning you up between your legs.

You still feel light headed from the embarassment of it all, but you've latched onto the pleasant tingling you feel when they look at you so adoringly--more lovingly than just in reverence.

No, actually.

You don't hate this at all.

[sdvbloglushvalleys]

Its Finals in two weeks i have so much on my plate rn but imagine. Creepy Farmer AU....summoned by Shane. He is 100% a not human picture masquerading as a human due to some deal Shane accidentally made with him.This is partially inspired by a 90's Malay Film called Ahmad Albab, of a boy born prophesized to give his parents-a kind, generous well intention if poor adults-wealth and fortune.

So imagine Shane's a rancher, alright? He doesn't work with Joja, instead he was raised by Marnie and set to take over the farm cus shes getting on in age. He thinks "there's got to be more to life than this."

One day Charlie goes missing, and he goes all about town looking for the darned thing and finds her in the mines being petted by....some creature. He doesn't know what it is. (By the canon of the movie its a djinn.) Hes like oh shit!!! Bc he'd always known theres weird shit in the mines but he'd never had reason to believe it until today. The creature perks up and asks why hes trespassing, and Shane says hes just here to pick up his chicken. And the djinn says your chicken? This chicken is her own creature. I should punish you for trying to own another living creature and trespass on my property. He says please dont. Djinn says what will you offer for the release and the release of your sheep? And Shane's like. Oh shoot. I know this story. I could offer him my firstborn child, bc im gay!!!! So its not like thats going anywhere. So hes like "i offer you my biological firstborn child." The djinn sorta just looks at him up and hes like. Ok. Forward. But deal. So Shane gets Charlie back and he bustles back to the ranch scared out of his wits but convinced he won that social interaction.

The next day a new "Farmer" moves into town, and appears on Shane's doorstep. Its the djinn. Its so CLEARLY the djinn, but now hes masquerading as an extremely handsome human, and no one else seems to notice his otherworldlyness, especially not Marnie. Shane's like "what the fuck are you doing here!!!!!" Hes like im here to collect my end of the bargain, obviously. Shane so embarassed and confused like "i dont have a firstborn child with me right now as far as i know." The djinn looks at him like hes only just realized Shane's kinda dumb. And hes like...yeah. i figured. Im here so we could start. Shanes like start what. Djinn says, carefully and slowly, "start making the firstborn child you owe me."

And thats how Shane realizes hed just consented to courting a creepy djinn creature ❤️❤️❤️

[replicantapologist]

honestly i kind of think the luv in 2039 and the luv in the movie are two different replicants. i think something eventually happens to 39 luv or maybe she truly Does end up disappointing wallace.

i don’t have much to back this up other than them acting a bit different, it’s just me theorizing

I did think about that possibility *a lot*, and I was certain at one point that 2039!Luv would be replaced in BR2039 #5, but it didn't happen (fortunately... or not — I do like the idea, ngl). and it's a bit embarassing, but when I saw replicant Ash at the end of #5 I thought it was another Luv, because the art was kinda dubious for me.

what differences did you notice between 2049 and 2039 Luv?

personally, I feel like 2039!Luv is more emotional. What caught me especially off guard was the reaction she had to that cop harassing the homeless guy in #1 (she should have thrashed him btw). Not to mention the whole implication that she's a loose cannon one step away from killing everyone in the LAPD lol.

At times it feels like Wallace is still perfecting his conditioning method and whatever is done to make the Nexus 9s emotionless (but we know, at least from 2036 Nexus Dawn, that he got very obedient replicants already).

Besides, 2049!Luv also shows some moments of emotion, so... nothing conclusive.

(also I think I also theorized this because I saw someone theorizing that there are more than one Luv in the movie — which is a theory for which I think there's a lot of support, if any, but if put the first seed of "multiple Luvs" theory in my mind).

Anyway... whether or not this theory is correct, it is a theory I really like. And I hope BR2039 gives us more insights into Luv's character (ngl, I'm reading the comics almost exclusively because of her).

[ran-orimoto]

I’m aware I shouldn’t talk to you when I’m sad and come here to ask you for headcanons but I think I’m getting to bottom in this period 😔 and your Junzumi gives me comfort with my favourite Emily in Paris show. I get it if you dislike me and hate me because when I’m sad I ask you Junzumi headcanons, but if you could give me one I would be happy and feel better about my life😔. Your Junzumi is so sweet at heart. It fills me with the sweet personality you have.

Anon, I hope you’re joking. I’m very glad when you come here to ask me for headcanons. There’s nothing more beautiful than being able to give a person the minimal form of relief through stuff we make, through our fantasy. No need to be ashamed or feel guilty because if I can give any minuscule help with my trash, I will give it without problems. Indeed, it’s a pleasure and if, just if, you ever feel like visiting me in chat, I will welcome you with open arms. We will talk about Junzumi as much as you want.

Hmm, I often throw here and there headcanons on Twitter and I never get too far with them because of the limited characters. I think you might like another one RELATED TO FOOD, because my Junzumi has become a synolon with food and it’s embarassing? Like, they’re always eating, these two.

• So, I headcanon Junpei has to follow a strict diet for opera singers when a show is around the corner. This is not a real headcanon, because if he really gets to be famous, he will get managers around him and for sure he will be forced to eat specific meals. In particular , he will get to eat so much broth, like, Anon, liters and liters of broth. He will surely have to swallow so many kinds of soups too, but broth will become his worst nightmare🤣. Brodo di ossobuco, brodo di carne, brodo di pollo, brodo di pesce, brodo vegetale. These all are meals opera singers need to keep their throat warm and well-prepared to sing (so they say).

In a nutshell, eating (or drinking?) broth is another aspect Junpei can’t stand about his carreer. It piles up with other sacrifices he gets sick of as years pass by.

“Brodo! Brodo! What’s for lunch? Brodo! What’s for dinner! You would never be able to guess!”

I think once he joked with some doctor about his blood being broth at that point during some routine check up lmao. You know what Junpei is like: he is very blunt and why should he lose that side of his personality when he’s a grown-ass man 🤣?!

Unfortunately, Junpei doesn’t get to spend as much time with his family as he wants. Sometimes he can also miss from home for months. Despite that, despite the pinch of sadness that will always come with that realization, whenever he comes back, he can’t help looking forward to eating Izumi’s special meals again.

Before he can finally touch the floor of their house after what has felt like ages, Izumi enjoys herself preparing him a big lunch, (or dinner, it depends), he will gladly dive in. Sometimes she might joke with him showing him a dish of broth she has cooked for a client, and Junpei gets pail at the sight and starts pouting because that’s not fair. Of course, she’s just teasing him (fortunately for him).

I think Izumi’s redemption from the fatphobia she showed in the anime can also happen through this passion of hers to feed husband, -like someone has said on Twitter-. Izumi should eventually adopt the mentality of every italian family woman wanting to take care of her dears in the right way…Is there a more proper way in Italy to express how much you love your husband and kids than filling their plates with A WORLD of pasta or whatever you’ve cooked for them? Italian mothers and wives always think we are starving…And we need to eat so much…I experience it on my skin everyday.

I don’t believe Junpei will get thin in his adulthood, (ehm, never??? If anything, I’d make Izumi gain weight), but I’m certain constantly eating broth would make him lose a bit, just a bit, of pounds. Moreover, add excruciating stress due to the kind of life he will certainly lead, lack of sleep, so many travels around the globe. Signor Shibayama could benefit from it🤣.

The funny thing is that when he comes back home from his long tournèes,Izumi won’t leave him in that state, though. After the big lunch or dinner mentioned before, she will prepare him other huge rounds in the following days. Not that Junpei complains🤣, but it’s a bit hard to return to that lifestyle.

“Look. You’re so stressed. You look so worn-out. Your face….”

“My face…?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

“You’re right, Tesoro, but what about my face?”

“Haven’t I told you to stop talking with your mouth full?! And focus on eating, please. It’s like if I can see the bones of your knuckles . It’s scary…You know what? Give me the dish, there’s some more pasta left.”

I love making anime Izumi’s motherly attitude fall in the role of a true family woman because you know Junpei would be the luckiest man out there. And, most of all, I love her not being able to see Junpei in another way but in his stout appearance. Eh💜💛.

Thank you again, Anon. I hope you can feel better soon!

[thewildelegacy]

J III: Why did you come here?

J II: *Awkward long pause* - I couldn't bare the thought of you standing up there at that alter with no one from our family by your side. The thought of you going off to start your married life alone with no one waving you off was... regrettable.

J III: But I'm marrying the wrong girl. I chose Zoe.

J II: You're marrying exactly the right girl my lad. The way she stood by your side that night in Tartosa and berated your mother and I-

J III: She's so embarassed about that

J II: Well she needn't be - it was the single bravest and most coherent expression of love I have ever seen. She should never apologise for it, because she was right.

J III: Nods.

J II: Upon your marriage today my boy, I bequeath your entire inheritance. Not half as is our custom. You shall take every single penny I have. I just ask you leave your mother and I the house in Tartosa, so that we might live out the rest of our days together in the sunshine. It's about time we got to know each other.

J III: What? why would you do this for me?

J II: Because my boy, you are the better man. And the more deserving. You did what I could not, and you followed your heart. That is the legacy I want for the Huntington fortune. You have nothing more you need to learn from me before you take on your fortune, it is I that should learn from you.

J III: o why don't you, dad? Go find Agnes!

J II: Ahh alas, my time left is short and life has been very long. Long enough for time to pass and for Agnes and I to have grown too far apart to salvage anything from the wreckage I left of her life. She is better off without me. Now, off you go. Your bride awaits!

[canonical-transformation]

You snarl at Qiqi, but she is unperturbed.

> put the red ropes back on

You take the red ropes out of your basket and start tying them back on.

This is silly and pointless. You are doing it anyway because Doctor Baizhu has asked very nicely and Qiqi is embarassing you but the point remains that this is silly. And pointless.

“The red ropes suppress my violent nature,” you tell Baizhu, whose ribcage is unarmoured and vulnerable to a spear thrust, “but the same effect is possible through willpower and training. I do not need the ropes. I am master of my own fate.”

You finish putting on one shoulder loop and begin on the next.

“This is unnecessary,” you continue. “It would be more efficient if I did not waste time putting the ropes back on.”

“I'm very grateful that you are taking the time to do this,” Baizhu says.

Yes. He should be grateful. Nobody gets to order you around except Master.

(...who is very insistent that you wear the ropes at all hours, even in your sleep. Hmm. Perhaps it is wise put the ropes back on.)

You finish the second shoulder and quickly apply ropes to your hair as well. Soon enough, you are properly contained.

“There,” you say. “Now why are you wasting my time?”

“Miss Shenhe,” says Baizhu, “you were killing birds on my front steps earlier, weren't you?”

He points at the pool of blood, which Changsheng is still licking.

“Graywing pigeon,” Changsheng notes. “They have a sort of herby flavour.”

> say yes

(first | previous | #untitled shenhe game)

> explain that you are being taken to Bubu Pharmacy against your will

You explain the situation to the Hu lady: that you are making noodles for dinner, that you have three out of four main ingredients, and that Qiqi is forcing you to take an inefficient and silly detour.

As you say all this, the Hu lady squeezes her way out of the window. She falls headfirst into a bush, then picks herself up, readjusts her hat, and joins you and Qiqi. She smells faintly fungal.

“Qiqi, have you become a kidnapper? Good gracious, you've grown up so fast!” She sniffles and wipes her eyes. “I'm proud of you.”

“Go away, Hu Tao,” Qiqi says, in a voice that is definitely cold. “Or I will hit you.”

The Hu lady strolls alongside you both, hands clasped behind her back. “Don't worry,” she tells you, “she only hits me when I get a teeeeensy bit closer. Isn't that right, Qiqi?”

“Go away, Hu Tao.”

“Please rescue me,” you say at an appropriate speaking volume.

“Hey now, no need to shout! As for my help... I dunno, Miss Shenhe. I feel like the situation is more nuanced than it looks.”

“It is not nuanced,” you refute. “I am being abducted during my grocery shopping.”

“So you say. But what you're up to some sort of scheme? Imagine that: little ol' me, aiding and abetting mischief.” The Hu lady shudders. “Heck, Wangsheng's reputation would never recover!”

“I am not scheming,” you assure her.

“I'll tell you what, Miss Shenhe. I like you. I want to believe you. Convince me of the goodness of your heart, and I'll help you out. All you have to do is answer my riddles three.

(Multi-choice: multiple popular options may be picked.)