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blkgirl-writing · 1 year

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Hi, I saw your smut requests post and was wondering if you could write one about touch starved Gale finally being alone with reader/Tav and getting his satisfaction? (Yeah, I got inspired by your nsfw headcanons about him, how could you tell?) Please and thank you!

PS Can I be 🧀 anon?

What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale X Fem!Reader

Baldurs gate 3

It’s been, probably three years since I’ve written a full fanfic? I’ll admit I’m probably a little rusty. Thank y’all for hanging in, and I hope this fulfills our nerdy wizard boy needs. thank you so much 🧀 anon for the request! I hope you stay and request some more.

Important tags: lots of pining, some angst (no sad ending), smutty (male and female Masterbation, male giving female oral), spoilers for gales mid game story, romance, Gale is an anxious mess, The thought of gale brushing his hair from his face got me GOING 😩

Word count: 1.9k

(Part 1.5 HERE) (PART 2 HERE)

(Gale headcanons that inspired this here)

Gale didn’t know how to handle these new feelings for you. He makes a fool of himself everyday, it seems. He always offers you a slice of his bread, even if you gave your own, he saves some of his own morning coffee for you, since he wakes up earlier, and even warm it up for you with a spell.

He simply wanted you to like him. That would be all he needed, but anything else that may follow that would be a true blessing. Gale wanted nothing more than to make you laugh, to see your smile and know he was the reason why, to camp and be the first and last person you’d speak to before sleep.

Gale wouldn’t let his mind wander much past that, or he tried to not let it. The occasional dream would slip through where you were his, and he was yours. It simply put him in panic mode In the waking hours, trying to not be obvious, scared you’d find out, what exactly? He wasn’t sure. You were too kind to break his heart so effortlessly, like he feared you would.

Endless scenarios danced in gales head of rejection, humiliation, and what would happen if he let himself go, life he was tasked to do. It wouldn’t take much, to convince him to live. Friendship, a place to call home, even if it was ever moving. Company he could entrust his life to. It was all so appealing. Luring him into life, breathing a new passion into his purpose, one he’d lost many years ago, sometime when he was alone for so many years.

Those thoughts seemed to linger on forever, sweeping over his barely conscious brain to awaken him again, rustling him from what could be a good nights rest. Eventually, Gale decided to just get up and go for a walk.

Camp had been set up in one of the most beautiful places any of you had seen. Waterfalls tinted emerald green, sand fine and shimmering in the light, may it be sun or moon. I’m one of those waterfalls, he found you.

Waist deep in the pond. Skin and hair dripping wet, shining more than usual water would, adding a silver glow to the night. You looked better than a goddess could ever imagine, and still, his eyes never dipped below you shoulders, even though he deeply wanted to look lower. Instead, he stood there, looking like a fucking idiot, gods know how long. Maybe a tree branch snapped, or maybe you finally snapped out of your trance, but your head whipped in his direction, eyes darting across the small beach, only relaxing when you realize only gale stands before you.

“Oh, Gale, it’s just you…” you let out a deep, jagged breath, the anxiety flowing out of your body just as quickly as it racked through it.

“Just? Are you disappointed?” Gale smirked, although his heart raced in his chest, one word and he'd sulk back to camp, but gods he wanted to stay and spend the whole night with you under the stars.

“Far from it, really. I was just thinking about how much you’d enjoy this view if you were here” you tore your eyes away from Gale, focusing on the stars. “I thought it may remind you of waterdeep. You paint a very beautiful picture of home.”

“I can think of a few things much, much more beautiful than Waterdeep,” his voice low, raspier than usual. Easily explained away from the lack of sleep or old sleeping bags, not for what it really was. Deep yearning, wanting, needing.

“I’d love to see them someday, then.”

“We’ll just have to get you a mirror, then,” “All the beauty in the world would reflct

"Gale, I-" You finally looked into his eyes, he wore his heart on his sleeve, at least for a moment. Those puppy eyes, dark bust glistening in the full moonlight, his hair messy from turning in his sleep, he wanted you, in many more ways than one. Gale's emotions could never be that simple, of course.

"Well," you walked towards him, water inching lower and lower, revealing more and more of your body, yet gales eyes stayed on yours. "Why don't you join me for a swim. It's a beautiful night."

"an offer I could not refuse." Gale's face was plastered with that cocky smile, the one that could melt anyone into a puddle in seconds.

He might have been a gentleman and kept his eyes upwards, but you were not so much, Gale untied his robes, gods why were there so many damn layers? It was quite a sight, his little mannerisms that showed more of him to you than he had shown to you. He was nervous, his fingers missing the simple ties frequently, he got annoyed by his hair getting in his eyes, a grimace appearing before he swept his hair behind his ear.

Your eyes lingered on his circle smoke tattoo, his toned arms, his downright massive hands. he was more tan than you realized, To be fair, he's always covered in those loose robes, leaving you to wonder what was underneath. You were more than happy to finally be finding out. But not below the waist.

"Isn't it a bit cold to be this naked?"

"The water is warmer than the air, I promise." You extended a hand out to Gale, even though he was feet away from you. "Come on, Gale from Waterdeep being afraid of some cold water? Sounds redundant."

"You got me there." He finally stepped into the glimmering pond surrounded by rocks and sand, enough to have your own little corner, to lessen the echo if it was needed. The whole camp didn't need to know all of your business. It must've been a magical lake, as both you and Gale noted separately. Unnaturally still, even when you moved freely, small glowing lights pooled at your sides, occasionally bubbling into the air once you leaned against a large, bright rock.

"May I ask what you were doing out here at this hour?" Gale spoke, still much further away from you than he wanted to be,

"Can I not take a mid-night swim?" You raised your brows in a questioning glance his way "A woman needs time to herself. These days and nights have been very stressful."

Gales very audible oh, slipped through the silence. "You don't have to relax alone." His eyes finally gave in to the need, scanning your body with a low moan slipping past his lips. His excitement was immediate, brushing against your lower stomach all the way past your navel.

"You've wanted this." You stated, brushing your hand against his thigh.

"There's plenty of magic around us, I want the Gale right in front of me." You dared to inch even closer, his thigh fully slipping between yours, inches away from touching your pussy. His hands floated inches from your waist, "Let me give you everything"

"Give me everything" With that, Gale's hand grabbed your waist, gently guiding you onto his thigh, motioning your hips down and swaying only him. The sensation sent sparks flying through his body, you were right in front of him, completely bare and rocking with pleasure onto him. Better than any dream he'd thought up, any fantasy that ran through his head even at the most inappropriate of times. Yes even during the throws of battle. Even in hard times like that, he was so drawn to you.

Gales other hand came up to your jawline, tilting your head so he could latch his mouth around your neck. Deep marks left behind while he inches his way in hickeys up your neck, jaw, and finally to your lips. Any semblance of anonymity flew out the window, not a single person could miss what he gave you, artfully placed dark spots painting your skin. "I have never seen such a beautiful being in my life"

"I could say the same about you gale," You said betwixt breathy moans, picking up the pace of your grinding hips against his thigh, his hand on your waist moving between a tight grip on your ass, and a light but so effective caress of your clit. Every time you got so close, his fingers moved, he was teasing you. His cocky smirk felt even through his kiss.

"I want you to come on my mouth." As if he was reading your slightly frustrated thoughts, "I want to taste you in my dreams."

All you could manage was a frantic nod, a mumbled yes, and shakily hoisting yourself up onto a rock that was perfect for gales pretty head to be between your thighs. Gale pushed your thighs apart with one hand, which stayed firmly grabbing onto you. The other sneaked up your thigh, tracing patterns along your skin. "Gale, please," you whispered out of pure desperation. The only warmth coming from your feet still in the water, otherwise your skin exposed to the biting air.

"All you had to do was ask, my lady" Gales fingers easily slid into you, curling up and pumping in and out, while he leaned into your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he placed one kiss just to the right of where you needed him to be. All he needed was to be touched, to touch you. Your legs wrapped around him to get Gale even closer, urging him closer.

"Touch yourself" Barely a whisper, but Gale caught it, and certainly didn't need to be told twice. Secretly, he could cum from this alone, your taste, how soft you were, how loud you could get. It was more than enough to orgasm right there with you, however, that is not exactly how he wanted your first sexual experience to go. His hand clutching your thigh came to his cock, rubbing much faster and harder than he was fingering you. he was eager. He wanted this to last forever, he wanted you to cum again and again and again into his mouth. He wanted his face even more dripping from your juices.

"Gale I can't hold it-" You nearly screamed, his tongue swirling and sucking, lightly biting, it was almost too much. Then, he moaned. A loud, deep moan and that was it. Vibrations running through your body from his mouth. there noise that left your mouth could've been heard across Baldurs gate, you silently thanked this magical pound for being so secluded, as you would be borderline embarrassed if people heard. Gales didn't come back up for hair until he was sure you were finished, getting every last drop of you.

"You certainly are loud" Gales tone was so smug it almost made you laugh. You gripped onto his shoulders as he swept you down from the perch, pressing his whole body to yours. After all that, after her definitely came, he was still so hard, and so pressed against you that you couldn't help but gasp. "I want to hear that again."

"Hear what, exactly?" you teased, lifting a finger to trace his chest.

"To hear you cum," his lips dipped down to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, before he rasped "and to feel you on my cock."

Part two, here

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lichenes · 4 months

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Can you do a platonic Cat King x reader, part of the Dead Boy Detectives. They have no desire/ attraction to the Cat King or anyone. They seek him out to ask him about Monty and the Witch along with what his name is. They even bring a mini portable cooler with smoked salmon and other food to hang out. “I’ve never really desired anyone, but I can tell from all the tv shows I watch that many people would think you’re attractive.” “We ate food together and now we know eachothers names so of course we are friends!” Or “You seem lonely, you definitely need friends!……oh! Idea! When are you free to hang out?”Cat King: 😶

Thank you for the ask anon, hope it lives up to your expectations lovely :] Send me asksssss pls i need prompt for dbda especialy for CK over here!!

CW: nothing :D

wc: 452

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You joined the Dead Boy Detectives shortly after your death. The unfortunate incident which brought upon your untimely demise was something you preferred not to talk about and both Edwin and Charles respected that. You were the youngest ghost but as passionate and eager as one could be given your predicament.

Your whole life you were quite friendly to all the creatures of the world. Cats were certainly your favourite though, so when you died, one thing you were ecstatic about was the new gained ability or rather, the cats’ willingness to speak to you. You decided to get to know some of them, at first a bit put off by their abrasiveness but after a while, content with the constant banter.

World must’ve gotten around because more and more cats were eager to talk to you and receive the many treats you carried around in your pockets. World got around as far as to the Cat King as you’ve come to know him. Your motives when you met him for the first time, or rather when he called you to him through one of his many cats, were pure. To make a good first impression you brought a portable cooler with many snacks you thought the King would like, expecting him to be a cat.

To your surprise when you approached the fluffy, gorgeous looking cat and in a puff of smoke, he turned into a human. “Helloooo!” He said, amusement evident in his voice. He revelled in how surprised you looked. You were in so much shock you could only wave. After you’ve shaken off the shock you said “Wasn’t sure what your highness wanted so I brought options!!” He looked a little taken aback but accepted the gift as… a peace offering.

“You know,” he said “I was gonna make the cats maul you but you seem okay, actually.” Your eyes widened. “Well uh… I’m glad I escaped certain death then…”

Your relationship with Cat King was nothing short of thrilling. You went to visit him with all your problems, entrusting him with some of your secrets. After he opened up, he confided in you about his love for Edwin which you took well, cheering him on a little. “So… you’re not upset that I don’t want you?” You looked at him funny.

“How do you mean?” You cocked your head to the side. “You know, the talking, the presents… the… secrets.” You burst out laughing realising how it all must’ve looked like. “It wasn’t to court you! I was just making a friend!” He smirked at you and then fully laughed. “And that you did…”

“You seemed lonely and you were due some new friends!”

“...that… I was…”

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writerslittlelibrary · 1 year

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How about a Wanda x blachill daughter!reader.

We are about on a mission and when we come back we see that the team is acting as if they don’t know us, even Wanda, Nat and Maria. We try to talk to them but they act rude and try to kick us out. We investigate and ee that there was an attack on the compound (maybe a gas or something that made them forget about us) so we have to fight for them to remember us.

Also I hope you are having a great day!

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pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader, Wanda x reader

warnings: pain (happy ending)

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1576

a/n: thank you my lovely 🦈anon. I have to admit I really like the Wanda x Blackhill!daughter so you can definitely expect more fics with that dynamic🤭

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You’d been on this mission for days, and while you were proud Fury finally entrusted you with a solo mission (and your moms finally let you go) you were desperate to get back to the compound and curl up on the couch with your girlfriend and a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

The mission had been successful overall, almost suspiciously easy, you thought. There weren’t a lot of reasons the mission would be a setup though. Even though it was easy, you weren’t ambushed or anything.

After the mission finally ended, and the Hydra base was successfully taken down, you returned to the compound. You couldn’t wait to hug your moms, and kiss Wanda.

When you walked into the compound, you got some weird looks from the security guards, but they didn’t bother you as you knew the elevator code so you didn’t mind them. When you reached your floor, you walked into the living area, expecting at least Wanda to be there.

“Who let the kid in?” you suddenly heard Tony ask from beside you.

You turned around and looked at him funny. “I let myself in?” you told him questioningly. “This isn’t a daycare,” Tony told you, walking past you without taking his eyes off you.

“I know,” you told him, walking to the kitchen to grab some water. “Have you been here before?” you suddenly heard Wanda ask. You turned around a little startled. “What do you mean?” you asked her confused. “All the cupboards look the same, yet you know where the glasses are.”

“Is this some kind of joke?” you asked Tony unamused, and he just looked at you weirdly.

“You should leave,” he told you. “I live here!” you replied annoyed, but Tony didn’t budge.

“We got a new member?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You turned around and saw Natasha. “Mama? What the hell is going on?” you asked her confused. She looked at you confused, and took a step back with her arms up.

“I don’t know who the hell you are, but I’m not your mother,” she told you. “What are you talking about? If this is a joke I really don’t find it funny,” you told her, but she just shook her head.

“Where’s mom?” you asked her, but she just shook her head again.

“You really have to leave now, or I’ll call security,” Tony stated, fishing his phone from his pocket to emphasize his point.

You look at your mom with tears in your eyes, turning to Wanda next. She just looked at you, just as confused as your mom was. Hesitantly you turned around, leaving the common area and walking to the elevator.

That same night, you returned to the compound, slipping through the windows of your room and going through it. How could they not know you when your entire room was still intact?

You went through your stuff, finding your laptop and starting it up.

You activated your personal AI, asking it what happened to the compound while you were gone. There appeared to have been a gas leak. The gas was toxic, and especially designed to erase you from the memories of the Avengers. It was synthesized by Hydra, which explained why the mission was so easy. The mission was indeed a setup to ensure you’d be out of the compound so Hydra could erase you from your family’s mind.

You spend the rest of the night researching for a possible cure. When you found it, you realized you would have to return to the Hydra base again.

You were quick to suit up, never having changed out of your mission tactical suit in the first place, and headed to the Hydra base.

Once you got there it was cold. The Hydra base looked abandoned, just like how you left it. You went inside quietly anyway, not wanting to take any unnecessary risks. You quickly found the computer room, using it to search for any documents on the gas and the antidote.

When you found it, you went to the laboratory, going through all the cabinets. Once you found the odd looking, green gas, you stuffed all of it in your bag, taking it with you.

When you exited the lab, however, there were a bunch of Hydra agents, waiting to attack you.

They jumped you and took you completely by surprise. You managed to fight them off, mostly without injury. You had a few scratches and bruises littering your face and arms, but you couldn’t care less. All you cared about was getting back to the Avengers tower as quickly as possible. You were desperate for a hug from your mothers.

Once you snuck back into the tower, Jarvis immediately alerted the Avengers of your presence. How Jarvis could possibly be affected by the gas was beyond you.

The Avengers jumped into action, ready to fight you if you made any unsuspected moves.

“She’s Hydra,” you suddenly heard Steve say. You looked at your bag carrying the antidote gas and cursed yourself for using it when it had such an obvious Hydra logo on it.

You closed your eyes and sighed, before turning to look at the Avengers standing in front of you. You raised your hands, wanting to prove you weren’t a threat. “I’m not Hydra, I swear,” you told them. “That’s exactly what a Hydra agent would say,” Natasha replied, raising her gun at you.

You took a step back in surprise, not knowing what they were capable of when they didn’t remember you. “I can prove it!” you said quickly, keeping your hands up.

“Start talking,” Natasha replied, loading her gun.

“There’s a photo album on your phone filled with pictures of me,” you told her, and the grip on her gun faltered slightly. “Why would there be?” she asked you. “Because you are my mother, Hydra just made you forget,” you told her, silently praying she believed you.

She slowly lowered her gun, making eye contact with Wanda to silently tell her to watch you. Natasha pulled her phone from her pocket, unlocking it and quickly opening her gallery app.

She took a bit taken back, her eyes alternating between looking at her phone screen and looking at you. “It’s impossible. I can’t have children,” she told you slowly, and you lowered your hands. “You adopted me when I was 5. My parents had abandoned me on the side of the road like garbage. I went from foster home to foster home until you took me in…” you explained to her, taking a step closer.

“I can make you remember. Please let me help you remember,” you begged her, reaching for your bag. Tony raised his hand in your direction, a silent threat to not try anything stupid.

Natasha slowly nodded, and you showed her the green gas.

“You were poisoned with some weird gas while I was out on a mission. I went back to the Hydra base to find the antidote, hence the bag,” you explained to her, watching as she carefully took the vial. “How do I know you’re not trying to kill me?” she asked you.

“Spray it on me first.”

Natasha was hesitant as she raised her hand holding the vial, and she carefully pressed the button. You were sprayed with the green gas, and it stung in your eyes. You blinked a few times, but that was it.

“See? I’m fine. Now please let me help you remember,” you begged her, and she nodded.

You took another vial from the bag, spraying it in her face once she gave you the ‘okay’. She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head in confusion.

Once she opened her eyes again, they immediately landed on you. “Y/n,” she gasped as she pulled you into a hug quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried, holding you tightly.

“It’s okay,” you gasped out, your own eyes welling up with tears as well. She pulled back from the hug and cupped your face, looking into your eyes and using her tumb to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. You smiled at her, and she let out a sigh as she pulled you into a hug again.

It didn’t take long before your whole family remembered who you were, and you got hugs and apologies from everywhere.

Once you freed Wanda, you finally got your kiss, after a handful of apologies from her. When you freed Maria she had a similar reaction as Natasha. You hadn’t ran into her while she didn’t remember you, but she knew she forgot who you were for a few days, and that hurt her more than words could ever describe.

After dinner, your favorite take-out, courtesy of Tony Stark, and a whole lot more hugs you finally made it to your room, cuddling with Wanda while she caressed your back.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t remember you,” she told you softly, and you shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault. It was Hydra,” you told her, lifting your head off her chest so you could look at her. Her eyes were stinging with tears, and you knew she still felt guilty. You leaned down and kissed her, and she was eager to return the kiss. “I love you,” you told her. She smiled and kissed you one more time, before pulling you back into her chest.

“I love you more.”

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morning-star-joy · 1 year

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these desperate prayers of a cursed man (Joel x F!Reader)

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, Post-Outbreak

Summary: You're a bartender in Jackson, and Joel finds a safe haven not only in your bar, but in your arms. You find the same in his. Based off this request

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Explicit Smut (oral f receiving, mention of unprotected p in v), Language, Alcohol Use, Descriptions of PTSD/Depression, Self-Loathing (Reader), some angst? Hopeful ending

Wordcount: 3.8k

A/N: I've been dying to write this idea since lovely anon shared it with me, it's so brilliant and thank you again for entrusting it to me. Also, ty to my Frappuccino that gave me the energy to write this.

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Life was not kind, but somehow you managed to be.

It was one of the first things Joel had noticed about you when you first met. When he walked through the doors of the small bar tucked out of the way in one of the far corners in Jackson, you lifted your head from behind the bar, calling out a warm greeting accompanied by a small, sincere smile before ducking back down out of sight.

Joel had been taken aback by it, having expected nobody to give a fuck about each other in that little bar, having only wanted a safe space where he could drink away his sorrows for the night without worrying about his brother finding him.

But the few patrons sitting around the room were all smiling, some conversing with each other in low, friendly tones of conversation. An odd sight for the world that they lived in.

There were two men sitting at the bar in front of where you had disappeared, talking amiably with each other, and Joel walked past them to the far end of the bar, watching out of the corner of his eye as you popped back up from behind the bar and grinned at them.

“Alright,” you sighed, holding up a bottle of what looked to be rum, shaking it slightly before grabbing two glasses in your other hand, setting them down in front of each man before pouring the alcohol for them, just a small amount in each glass. “This is the good stuff—like, the fucking real good stuff. So don’t down it all in one go, ‘kay?”

The men assured you that they’d make it last, and you gave a wry, disbelieving grin towards them, shaking your head as you walked away, though Joel noticed you were careful to take the bottle with you while you headed towards him.

Joel straightened subconsciously as you gave another small, welcoming smile, stopping in front of him as you lifted the bottle still in your hand in question.

“Can I interest you in—”

“The fucking real good stuff?” Joel interrupted, holding back his own surprise at his almost joking comment that he had not been expecting to make. Jesus, he hadn’t even had a sip of alcohol yet.

But your smile had only grown, a laugh that sounded damn near musical leaving your lips as you set the bottle down, grabbing two glasses again from behind you to set down between you and him.

“Damn straight,” you said proudly, pouring the rum for each of you—a bit more than you had given the other men, he noticed. “Wasn’t easy to find this. I only bring it out for special occasions.”

Joel arched an eyebrow at the comment, glancing over you as he slowly raised the glass to his lips. One sniff of the drink let him know that, oh yeah, this really was going to be fucking good, but he held back taking a sip as he asked, “And this is a special occasion?”

“Well,” you tilted your head, seeming to consider your words for a moment, your gaze flickering over his face—you were analyzing him, he realized, but not uncomfortably so.

Finally, you said slowly, “I can tell when somebody’s been through hell. And if you’ve found a seat here after you’ve gone through it, I think that’s worthy of a little celebration.”

You made direct eye contact with him then, your expression softening to something warmer as you must have noticed the shock on his face at your astute observation.

“Or at least some acknowledgement,” you added with a shrug, raising your glass towards him in what was almost a toast, and Joel subconsciously lifted his own glass before taking a long sip of that drink along with you.

That first night, you hadn’t bothered him much after that. You let him sit with his drink and his thoughts, only returning to refill his drink with a little more of that “special occasion, fucking real good stuff” rum, shooting him a wink that made his fingers curl tighter around his glass before you left him again.

Joel already knew that he was going to become a regular just from that first visit to your bar, helpless to resist returning to that small corner of warmth that you had carved out in a cruel, unforgiving world.

Because the Lord knew he could use a little forgiveness, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Joel Miller was not what you expected for being—well, for being Joel Miller.

You had heard whispers throughout town that the man was so cold he bordered on being cruel; murmurs that he wouldn’t offer more than two words in a conversation; rumors that the only time he looked happy was when he was heading back into town from a patrol, after probably killing Infected, Hunters, or both.

In your opinion, none of it mattered. Even before you met Joel, you had thought that if he wanted to be a cold man who barely spoke to anyone—fucking let him.

Not that it was healthy behavior, but there were just some people in this settlement who cared far too much about the lives of others, and needed to keep their nose out of the business of others. Like you always liked to tell your customers, one of the greatest luxuries one could have in this fucked up world was being able to keep secrets.

Joel was just the latest, newest and shiniest addition to the rumor mill.

And, unfortunately for him, he was also handsome.

That was a whisper you had heard too, usually accompanied by a giggle from the younger and older women of Jackson alike. Joel Miller was a ruggedly handsome Southern gentleman, and his emotional unavailability just made him all the more attractive to them.

When you finally met him, you could see why they felt that way.

The funny thing is, you hadn’t even known that Joel was Joel the first time that you met him. He hadn’t introduced himself when he walked through the doors of your bar that late spring night, only settling into the seat farthest away from any activity and exchanging a few words with you when you poured him a drink.

In the back of your mind, you did find yourself musing over who this handsome—very, very handsome—stranger was, as he slowly made his way through a glass of your special occasion rum all on his lonesome.

But what really struck you was how tired this old soul looked, how you could almost see his heart on his sleeve with the way he gripped the glass tightly. It was like he was trying to find a way to stay connected to the present with his fourth drink that night in his hand, even as his big brown eyes were glazed over in a haunted look that faded into something more melancholic while he drank away his troubles.

You didn’t bother him that night, wanting to let the man find a moment of peace in the corner of your bar. The only time you had approached him again was to refill his drink, giving him a simple nod when he thanked you for it.

That time, you caught the low Southern accent that made the word sound so goddamn pretty to your ears, and you found yourself clutching the rum bottle to your chest as you walked away, trying to shake the alluring sound of it out of your head.

When he left, you couldn’t resist saying goodbye, giving him a small smile as you dared to hope in the back of your mind that you would see him again, maybe even get a name next time.

So the next time he did show up, about a week later, you tried to hold back a small surge of excitement, a feeling that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You loved every one of your patrons; even though your bar was small, you had grown a steady group of regulars that found a safe haven within your doors.

But when you saw that older, rugged man make his way through them, heading straight back to that same seat in the corner without hesitation, but making eye contact and giving you a small nod as he went—you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat, even as you distracted yourself with making conversation with one of your regulars at a table from across the room.

“What can I get for you, sir?” you asked with an easy smile when you walked back behind your bar to take your mysterious returning customer’s order, and he looked up at you with a bit of surprise, maybe at your friendliness or your manners, before the look faded into something carefully neutral.

“Whiskey, please,” he said not in a mutter, but in a tone so low that it may as well have been. The sound of that rough tone with the smooth accent sent a little shiver down your spine, and you cleared your throat as you turned to retrieve one of your best bottles of whiskey and a glass.

“Here you are.” You smiled again as you pushed the glass towards him, preparing to turn away when he surprised you by calling after you.

“Not gonna share it this time?”

Spinning back around, you were the one to look at him in surprise this time before a slow smile curled onto your lips, trying not to look too fond of the idea as you grabbed your own glass and poured some whiskey for yourself.

“Do I get a name for who I’m sharing this whiskey with?” you teased, resting your elbows on the bar, getting comfortable as you sipped at your drink.

“Joel,” he replied after taking a smooth sip from his own glass, and you blinked a few times, suddenly realizing exactly who he was as he clarified, “Joel Miller.”

“I’m familiar with your name,” you said slowly, glancing over him, trying not to smile as he arched his eyebrow at your words. “Lotta folks ‘round here are fond of their gossip, Mr. Miller. And I hear lots of it in a place like mine.”

“Ah,” he made the sound quietly, almost under his breath, as he looked down at the glass in his hands. Joel seemed to ponder for a moment before mumbling, “You don’t gotta call me Mr. anything. Joel is just fine.”

Now you really couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, but you did hide it behind your glass before you composed yourself enough to say smoothly, “Alright. Joel, then. Welcome back to my humble establishment.”

Joel looked up at you, and then around the room, nodding slightly at your welcome before replying, “It’s quite a nice place you got here. And, uh—do I get a name as well?”

“Oh,” you made a soft sound of surprise before collecting yourself, tapping your fingers against the glass before introducing yourself with a warm smile, one he stared at for a moment too long, making butterflies flutter in your stomach and oh, no.

Joel repeated your name, slowly, like he was savoring it as much as the alcohol on his tongue when he took another sip, his eyes locked with yours over the glass and, fuck.

It only took a few more visits to your bar before Joel took you home for the first time.

You had seen it coming from a mile away, really. There was something in the way he started looking at you since that second night he came to your bar, a way he kept looking at you, only getting more intense as he started to become a regular.

Underneath the weariness you could see in his eyes, the sadness from a hard life of survival and the loss that came with it—a feeling you knew well—you could see a hunger. Maybe it was a hunger for you, or maybe it was just to have a body to warm his bed, or simply an urge to fulfill a primal desire.

Hell, maybe it was all of those things. All you knew was that you weren’t complaining about whatever reason he had for taking you home when his head was between your legs.

God, you don’t think somebody had gone down on you in years. And now Joel’s face was pressed to your wet, throbbing cunt, sliding his tongue along your folds, slipping it into your core to fuck you with it before dragging it back up to flick over your clit.

When he began to suck at the bundle of nerves, your back arched, fingers tangled in his dark hair to push him further into your pussy, grinding against his face when he flattened his tongue to let you ride it to your climax.

You came against his face, hard, drenching that salt and pepper facial hair with your release, and Joel moaned the entire time, drinking up as much of you as he could get before pulling back with a gasp.

“Was that okay?” he whispered after a moment, his voice raspy as he watched you continue to tremble, with those same big brown eyes you had seen lost in the troubling thoughts of his past over a shared drink, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly at the wholesome sincerity in his uncertainty.

“Are you kidding me?” you gasped, quick to explain yourself when you saw him shift away in worry, “I haven’t come against somebody’s face in years. I should be thanking you.”

Joel laughed too then, the sound husky and sending his warm breath against your wet cunt that was still spread in front of his mouth, and you bit your lip as you felt arousal stirring again.

“Come up here,” you murmured, reaching down to grab his face, and he quickly climbed up your body, his mouth descending on yours in a desperate, feverish kiss that made you both moan.

It had also been years since you kissed anyone and, god, you think you may have missed that even more than being eaten out.

Eventually you managed to pull your lips away from his when you felt the brush of his erection against your cunt, and you smirked, reaching down to palm him through his jeans, earning a throaty grunt that you tucked away in the back of your mind to replay on nights when you were alone.

“You don’t have to—”

“Hush,�� you whispered, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth, evading his lips as they searched for yours as you trailed your kisses down his neck, biting down softly to leave your mark on him, finding a thrill in how there may be a few new rumors in the morning if anybody saw it on him. “You deserve this.”

Joel stiffened at your words, but quickly relaxed again when you rolled him over, quickly ridding him of the rest of his clothes so you could satisfy both your aching core and his throbbing cock in one moment of intense pleasure that you knew would leave you both begging for more, even after finding sweet release in each other.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

You looked over at Joel from where you sat next to him at your bar after you had closed for the night, sharing a bottle of wine you had just gotten in a trade. You had shown it to him once the last patron left, claiming it was way too fucking good and special to even show off when they were around.

“What, bartending?” you replied, knowing from the nearly warm depth of his gaze that that was not what he had meant, but you chose to deflect, preferring to discuss other people’s feelings instead of working through your own. “I mean, it’s not that hard. You pour drinks, you listen to people talk until they get tired, then you pour them some more drinks. It’s pretty great.”

Joel huffed, giving you an unamused look that you laughed quietly at, watching his face soften at your sound of amusement.

“Not what I meant,” he murmured, his thumb stroking your inner thigh from where you had draped one of your legs over his own thigh, sitting in a way so casually intimate it made your heart pang with a desire to be closer to him, in more ways than just the casual sex you had taken up as a regular habit.

Because even though you fucked each other around the clock now, you talked too. Over drinks at your bar or in his house, you and Joel had shared glimpses of your pasts with each other, bonding over similar pain you both had experienced until you ended up here.

“You’re kind,” he started softly, his gaze searching yours before you quickly looked away. Even as you avoided his eyes by staring down into your wine glass, he continued undeterred, “And strong. Way fucking stronger than I am.”

“Bullshit,” you scoffed, and Joel’s hand gently squeezed your thigh as he leaned forward, trying to catch your eye again as you busied yourself with refilling your glasses.

“You are,” he repeated, and you finally looked back up at him at the conviction in his tone, softening at the earnest look on his face. “Honestly, I don’t fucking know how you do it. The shit you’ve been through—it would break the bravest of us.”

Joel paused, glancing around the room of your bar, your pride and joy, taking in the warm, hospitable atmosphere that seemed to hang from each decoration on the wall before turning back to you.

“But you’re here,” he said quietly, looking from your proudly arranged display of bottles behind the bar before glancing back at you, squeezing your thigh again as he leaned forward further, resting his elbow on the bar to get close to you. “You’re taking in poor, weary souls like me and giving them some rest. Making their lives a little bit brighter. Telling them what they need to hear.”

Shaking his head, Joel leaned back to look back into his own wine glass as he took it in hand. “Really don’t know how you do it.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“What?” Joel replied instantly as his head snapped up, eyes wide in what was almost horror at your blunt question. “No. God, no. It’s fucking admirable.”

You quieted at that, sucked into Joel’s gaze as an unmistakable warmth entered it again, leaning closer to him as he whispered, “I admire you.”

The confession felt more like a stab in the gut than the compliment he must have meant it to be, and you turned your head, avoiding his lips as they searched for yours, evading his kiss as you stared at the wine bottle you were quickly making your way through.

“I don’t think you would say that,” you muttered, taking a long drink, nearly draining your glass before pouring more from the bottle, “if you knew who was talking.”

Joel’s thumb stroked across your thigh again, and you let out a shaky sigh, placing your forehead in your hand as your eyes slipped shut. The alcohol and the comfortable weight of his presence was making your carefully built barriers break down, and you felt the shackles of your trauma rattling as you tried to take steady breaths.

He spoke your name softly, and you shook your head, wiping hastily at your cheeks to get rid of any tears that may have escaped in your unfortunate, ever-lingering emotions that you drowned in every time you were alone.

“I can’t take my own fucking advice, Joel,” you laughed, bitterly, shaking your head as you stared down at your own hands, the ones that had held onto so many things so tightly until they slipped out of your reach. “I shouldn’t be giving it if I can’t even reap what I sow.”

“Hey,” Joel said quietly, but firmly, trying to pull you out of your spiraling, but you just shook your head again.

“I don’t think I’m very good at being human, Joel,” you whispered, finally turning back to look at him with wide eyes that spoke of crushing grief that he may have never realized you carried. Or at least, didn’t realize how heavily it weighed on you. “There’s something deep inside of me that’s just…broken.

Your voice began to shake as you forced yourself to get out the words you wanted to say, “I’m not admirable. Just broken.”

Joel’s brow furrowed, not trying to say anything else as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his large, steady hand finding the back of your head to direct your face into his shoulder.

And then you did another thing for the first time in years.

You cried.

Joel didn’t know how many nights you had spent walking the streets alone before he came along.

He didn’t know how many drinks you used to go through a night when you had the extra stock, or how many fucking friends you had lost because you were too selfish to look past your own problems and care about theirs.

He didn’t know how you enjoyed being a bartender because it made you a beacon of shining light that you knew you weren’t, living for the love and attention you got by giving advice to those who needed to hear it, even though you couldn’t follow it yourself.

But Joel knew when he walked you back to your home for the first time, and you invited him in to see the incredibly bare, cold and lifeless place, that it wasn’t a home at all.

He followed you to bed, where he took you slow and sweet, making sure to cherish you, to gently caress your skin and shower you in kisses, making you feel as precious as he knew you were, even if you didn’t believe it yourself.

You didn’t say anything when Joel left his flannel on your bed after that night, choosing to go home in his undershirt and worn, brown leather jacket, just so he could leave a piece of himself behind with you.

He didn’t say anything when you were wearing that flannel the next night he came over, curling himself around you as you slept because, as much as he preferred being the little spoon, he knew you needed to feel secure when you whimpered through whatever nightmares were taunting your unconscious mind that night.

Neither of you said anything when you eventually hung that flannel up in your closet, or when it was joined by a collection of his other clothes, and then even more items that belonged to Joel, miscellaneous things that became scattered throughout your house.

A mug here, a picture there, a wood carving he made for you and then even a fucking fishing pole that would get shoved to the back of your hall closet to never see the light of day.

There was nothing to say when Joel stopped kissing you goodbye.

Nothing needed to be said as he turned your house into a home.

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Hello! ❤️I love your stories and was maybe wondering if you would write a Shelby Family x reader story where she is their half sibling who grew up in America. Like Arthur Sr. Had an affair with a woman visiting from the US right around the time Finn was also conceived and maybe that woman was who their father ended up running to when he left like a year later, but not because he was in love but because she had money and he could get her drugs and stuff. And so the reader kinda grew up “seeing” Arthur sr rarely but also being raised quietly by her richer non gangster grandparents (even unofficially taking their last name instead of Shelby)while her “parents” just went off and did whatever. one day her grandparents die and even though she is almost 19 and only a few months younger than Finn she is sent all the way to England to live with the son of her grandparents friend. And who is that son of a Friend she is send to live with? Our favorite Jewish Baker Alfred (who also doesn’t know she’s a Shelby) !!! And then like Alfie kinda takes her under his wing and cares for her like her grandparents and let’s her work in the legal part of the bakery (while not telling her about his gang b/c she actually wanted a quiet nonviolent life having seen how her parents acted) then one day she’s talking to Goliath for lunch when three men come in and one says his name is Arthur Shelby and then R gets all confused. Because as far as she knows there’s only One Arthur Shelby and the man in front of him is ABSOLUTELY not him (this guys to nice and sober to be her sperm donor). So she starts arguing with him that he’s not actually Arthur Shelby and like “why would he be impersonating such a random drunk who never did anything” and and Arthur being Arthur gets kinda offended and starts arguing back with this random teenage girl (very similar to how he would argue with teenage Ada) that he is in fact Arthur Shelby “Yes I am -no you’re not -yeah I am -no your NOT…. Etc.” and they both just end up bickering and everyone is confused until like John realizes that the she may be taking about Arthur Sr and they figure it out. Idk what would happen next the older Shelby’s would probably like be pissed and ignore her for a bit but I could see Finn being curious would be the first to reach out again kinda excited to have a sibling his age who isn’t as rough as his family and they would get close and then Ada would be the next to follow excited to have a sister. And yeah, idk sorry this is long but basically it would be the Shelby’s having a half sister who ends up in Alfie’s care and only realizes she has siblings after arguing with Arthur about his own name😂😂 you don’t have to though!!❤️❤️❤️

Dear Anon,

This request was amazing, and I don't think my writing can live up to it's greatness. Thank you for entrusting it to me and for waiting forever. I really hope you enjoy it!

Lots of love & Happy New Year!

Warnings: Peaky-type themes + Happy ending

You were crushed as you lay on the worn hardwood floor of your bedroom. All your family was suddenly gone leaving you out in the world on your own. In a year you would have an impressive estate to fall back on, but as for now, it was their request to send you to England. You looked up at the floral wallpaper suddenly determined to commit it to memory, once you walked out that door this, this, this energy…. You struggled to label what exactly would be ripped from you once you walked out the door. All you knew was that everything would become real the second your feet touched the bottom of the front steps.

The possibility, no matter how stupid, of them simply being on a long trip would become a distant dream. They would officially be dead.

They had a family friend who had called on the phone to let you know he had arranged everything. His gruff voice made you weary. You didn't like men, but strange men you would live with, in a foreign country? Absolute no. You were very aware that they were probably murdered and if sending you to this man was their wish you knew it was because he would protect you.

Anger was boiling under your skin overshadowing the deep grief you were experiencing. People had you packed up out of your childhood home on a boat before the dirt had been poured over their coffins.

Over the long journey, your mind ran rampant over the finer details of your life. Your father was English, what if this was just an elaborate plot to drag you down into that life. He was an abnormally cruel man, keeping your mum sedated with drugs, and spending her money. What if he was the one to murder them? Getting his hands on you only to gain their estate money…. Your body started to spin out of control at the thought.

Your Grandmother was a Scottish woman with a hellfire temper, seeing what was happening in the home she’d removed you. You squeezed your eyes tightly knowing she’d never be there to hold you again.

They were good people, they taught you to be a good person despite the heartache that came from being stood up and endangered countless times by your parents. You made a promise to yourself that if things were rough, or if they were improper in any way you would leave and use the little money you saved up to find your Grandma’s sister in Glasgow.

After what felt like an eternity, but also a very short and hazy amount of time you had arrived. You watched as black cars pulled up and a very well-dressed man got out. His employees took your suitcases from your hands and you initially flinched at the attention.

Mr.Solomons was massive. Both physically and in personality. He came up to you and squeezed your slender frame in a crushing hug.

“Sorry ‘bout the family, love.” He grumbled.

“Thanks,” You said breathlessly as he squashed you.

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Despite being a rather posh group of people he could tell she’d not been treated properly in her life. Jumpy, timid, and refused to make eye contact. She was bat-shit scared of the situation.

He thought about taking her down to Arrow House. Dropping her off with her proper extended family. Thinking of the New Years' party he attend with the maids whoring themselves out, he thought it best to hold on to her a bit. Thomas was a lot of things and none she would find comfort in. Not that he was much better, but at least the beach house only kept a small staff, two maids, and one cook. All female and all well into their 60’s.

Alfie watched as she slowly settled in after a few weeks. He tried his best to act in a predictable manner in an attempt to scare her less. She asked a million questions about what he did, he knew she wasn't stupid so he told her the lighter version of the truth.

A mistake.

But she eventually calmed down enough to come to dinner and question him some more about morality and ethical values.

Give it another week and she was helping in the front bakery. She made all sorts of treats he’d not heard of before and insisted that single mothers or folks struggling didn't have to pay. He’d wanted to argue but he could still see that she was hanging on by the thread and needed a project more than a business lecture.

She’d finally laugh with her whole belly, and tease him endlessly.

He’d just about gotten used to her presence when everything had to get blown up.

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You were just done telling Alfie that he smelled like a wet dog when a tall man in a funny hat came in.

“Can I help you?” You asked in a hesitant voice. Alfie had disappeared and it was just the man and you in the back warehouse of the bakery.

“Probably not, love. Where’s Alfie then?” There was a sharp edge in his voice that made you absolutely refuse to tell him.

“Who’s asking.”

“Arthur Shelby,” He said waiting for you to run and announce his presence.

“Yeah and I’m the Virgin Mary. Try again.” You crossed your arms across your chest. This is exactly the kind of thing you were expecting. Obviously, he’d send someone to ruin what bit of happiness Alfie had given you.

“Oi! What’s this ‘bout. That’s my fu-ck-ing name”

“No, it’s not. Arthur Shelby is a right useless cunt that’s probably too drunk to stand at this hour. Did he send you here then?”

“That’s- I am a man of God. Now enough of these stupid games. Go get Alfie” He cursed under his breath and you refused to be intimidated by him.

“NO.” You said sternly. “No man of God would pretend to be such a bastard. You should leave.”

“Look! I am on business. Can’t leave till it's done. Now get him the fuck out here”

You both entered a weird staring contest when you heard Alfie come down the stairs.

“Right little brat you have here,” Arthur growled and you sneered at him. “How many Arthur Shelbys are probably out th-”

“Do you mean Arthur William Shelby?” Another man asked stepping into the warehouse.

“See you do know him!” You growled.

“Your dad fucked about, that can’t be much of a shock to you,” Alfie said with a chuckle.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The two men said in unison.

You watched as the men squared up against each other.

“Half-sister” Alfie pointed to you. “Her grandparents took her in when her mum went the same way your mum did. Must be his type.” Arthur looked like he was ready to punch him in the face. “Her Grandparents helped me with business in New York. Left her to me when they knew you lot were the only other option.”

Arthur spat on Alfie’s shoes. “Like you’re a better option?!” He handed Alfie an envelope. “You better call Thomas before I speak to him.” He stood there for a moment obviously contemplating whether he should attempt to fight Alfie or leave. “And this better not be some fucking joke.” He stormed off.

“You’re really his kid?” John said and you noticed the sadness in his eyes. You nodded and he turned around and followed after his brother.

You looked at Alfie and suddenly needed to sit down. He caught you before you landed on the floor. He placed you in a chair in his office.

“I don’t want to know any man -” You shook your head unable to finish the sentence. Obviously, something had to come crashing down. You’d become accustomed to your little cramped bedroom, eating breakfast in his office, and tea out by the water no matter how awful the weather was. He always listened and would ramble on about stuff that seemed completely useless. It wasn't home, but he made it feel more like an adventure. His hands were gripping the sides of your arms.

“Easy now, love.” He said softly. “It’s not that bad.”

“You knew I had family - His family around here and didn't say anything?”

“Well, they left you to me not them -”

“Alfie.”

“I didn’t think you would mix in with them right away. Figured you needed some space from everything.”

“Are they like him?”

“Gypsy trash? Mostly. Thomas is a right mess -” He sighed at your expression. “They aren’t that bad.”

“Lie”

“I like hating him. Were friends for the most part. His family is pure chaos, but he treats them well enough.” He squeezed your arm. “Wanted to give you a bit of time before introducing them.”

Tears started to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

“I wouldn’t send you anywhere I thought wasn’t safe. Despite being a right pain in the ass, you're not a terrible person. Don’t deserve to live with terrible people.”

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Tommy made his phone calls. Got all the evidence together, all of it pointing to him having a half-sister. With this knowledge came a heavy dilemma.

Bring her into the never-ending mess. Or let her live a nice life with all that money.

He thought about her being with Alfie, not much different than having her here?

He groaned pouring another glass of whiskey.

Fucking fuck. He thought about his dad and settled into the familiar acidity of his anger.

He made the phone call.

“Thomas.”

“Alfie.” He took a long drag of his cigarette. “Got my sister there?”

“She’s in bed.”

“Bring her around then. I’ll take her in.”

“She’s not a bloody horse Tom”

“How old is she?”

“18”

“Why bother with her then, eh?” She was an adult no reason to keep her.

“She’s in my care till she’s 19. That’s how it is ‘cross the pond.”

He sore silently.

“Still she’s my family. Should have her here.”

“Exactly what her grandparents didn’t want. I don’t know your father but he did a right number on her.”

“On all of us,” Tommy answered bitterly instantly regretting expressing that to Alfie. He thought of the poor girl and felt for her. “Just bring her around eh? She can decide. But I need to speak with her.”

“I’ll ask her. She’s flighty when it comes to the business though. M’ not having her over there with maids whoring about and men getting shot in the parking lot.”

“Fuck sake! It was one party, ages ago, that got out of hand.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That’s because you party like fucking savages!”

“We've got kids now- things are different-”

“Fuck off - you lot are always running from things! “

“From what?! All my fucking money?!”

“Alfie?” a quiet voice interrupted whatever he was going to reply with and suddenly the line went dead. Fucking idiot, they always bitch at each other like schoolchildren. Not even Arthur or John act like that.

He climbed the stairs and got into bed next to Lizzie.

“She’s your sister then?” She asked in the dark. He didn't respond. “Can always tell when you're talking to him - shouting your bloody head off.”

“I don’t want her to stay with him. Just the two of them in that dusty house. It’s not right.”

“Have her over then.”

“That’s the plan.”

Lizzie made a soft sound before coming over to press against his side. He didn't sleep.

Waking up in the morning he called the family in. Feeling stupid for overlooking one specific and glaringly obvious issue.

Polly.

The girl stood in the entryway looking equal parts terrified and ready for a fight. Polly looked over the girl in a way that told Thomas everything he needed to know. She’d be a part of the family no matter what anyone wanted to say about it.

Two weeks after Michael left to go back to his adoptive parents. A month after hearing that her daughter had died. Now there was an awkward lanky girl, with eyes that had seen too much, looking back at her. A need was filled.

Looking at Alfie it was obvious that it bothered him. Why he’d grown attached to her, for his sake, better have been a paternal thing.

“We have some business,” He said to the girl once the introductions took place she gave a nod and followed him with her head held high. He wasn’t surprised to see Polly following closely behind her.

Alfie decided to stay in the entryway and harass Arthur some more.

He motioned to a chair and she took a seat looking around the space. Polly’s eyes watched her like she was a showhorse up for bid.

“You knew my father then?” Her face twisted up and he realized he probably could have started things off in a better way.

“Yes. And I’m almost certain he killed my grandparents. That’s why I’m here with Alfie. So if you're in on his plan” She leaned on the desk and stared at him. “I see you.”

“Haven't seen him in years. Don’t need the extra cash either” He motioned to the house. That seemed to appease her slightly as she leaned back into the chair.

“He is an awful man and if this is where he would go when he wasn't drugging my mum or making my life hell then I want nothing to do with you lot.”

“Not here with us.” He confirmed wondering where on earth he was now. “I don’t like the thought of my sister alone in that junk museum with a potential enemy.”

“Alfie’s fine.”

“When he wants to be.” He answer wondering why he cared.

“Same as you, no?” She challenged.

“Look, let’s just get to know each other. We are family, one more at the table is a blessing. We have no other motives going on. It’s not much of a shock that you're here, I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Polly said squeezing her shoulder. “Alfie has been unpredictable in the past, but he is a good friend of the family. Both of you can come around whenever.”

“Thank you.” The girl responded with a small smile. “If we really are all on the same side. Perhaps you could help me find out what happened to my Grandparents?”

“I-”

“Of course, we can, love. We know lots of people in New York.” Polly responded before he could tell her it was better to let these things be forgotten.

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You sat in at dinner and found yourself having to leave the room for laughing so hard. Tommy and Alfie were like cat and dog. If anything they seemed more married than anyone else at the table. They clearly had a long history.

You stepped out on one of the balconies trying to catch your breath. Everyone told you that laugh was not table-appropriate and you didn't want to offend these people.

Suddenly the door opened and Ada walked out. She gave you another look over and touched your cheek.

“Can’t believe I have a proper sister.” She said in a warm tone.

‘Half-” You were going to correct her but she cut you off.

“Same thing. You look like things weren’t the best for you growing up and I wanted to tell you I can relate. I remember dad too clearly. I really wish I didn’t.” She gave you a sad smile and you realized that they had him around all the time when they were young. Not just here and there when he wasn't on long trips.

You tried to say something but just ended up silent hands making an awkward gesture.

“Don’t have to explain it.” She tucked your hair behind your ear. “I hope we can get to know each other better. Do our hair, go out, gossip. I always felt so jealous of my friends who had sisters.”

You thought about how nice that sounded and gave her a nod.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll warn you though.” Your stomach twisted up waiting for her to tell you something horrible. “Polly’s found out her daughter that was taken from her died, and her son went back to his foster parents recently - it’s a long story - She’s probably going to try and smother you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Every time we see a baby in a carriage she starts crying. It’s not been an easy time for her lately. Just try to humor her if you can. I’ll be staying here for a while with Karl. Nice to have the family around to help out with him.”

“That’s your son?”

“Yes! I’ll introduce you to all the kids in the morning.” She smiled brightly and you got excited at the idea of being an aunt.

“Esme will also probably want to recruit you. The boys always end up outnumbering us so I’m sure she’ll be happy-”

“Stop making me sound like I’m a cult leader!” Esme whispered taking the cigarette out of Ada’s hand. “I’m just saying that Tommy needs to be kept in line - look at her she’s got fight in her eyes!” They both looked at you causing a thick blush to cover your cheeks. Just then Lizzie showed up.

“Oi stop making me sound like a bad wife! I keep in check plenty these days thank you.”

“Maybe you could use another round of that, looking a little tense, love.” Esme pinched her bottom and she slapped her playfully.

“Cult of bad wives or whatever nonsense they were corrupting you with - It’s lovely to have you around. Got a nice laugh.”

“No! I know it’s horrible I wasn't allowed to laugh too much- that’s why I came out here -” You stuttered trying to explain.

“They wouldn't let you laugh?” Polly interrupted closing the patio door behind her.

“I mean it wasn't proper for me to laugh like that.” You crooked your head to the side wondering why that wasn't obvious to them.

“YOU LOT BEST BEHAVE YOURSELVES!” Tommy called out loudly interrupting his current argument with Alfie.

You started laughing again much to their delight.

“As you can see we are not the most proper.” Lizzie did a little wave with her hand.

“You all spend a lot of time together?” Suddenly you wanted to be cool like them. The way they all looked different but so pretty. Esme had wild hair and dark makeup, Lizzie looked like she belonged on the cover of an expensive fashion magazine, Polly looked like a part of her was owned by a force of nature, and Ada was soft but elegant.

“You could say that!” They laughed

“The boys are always out-”

“Better than being alone -”

You nodded. You never had real friends growing up, certainly none like this.

“Don’t worry, love. We will corrupt you in due time.” Esme said with a wink.

You got pulled into the kitchen and watched as they got louder and louder. Loud enough that Thomas came in eventually with his sleeves rolled up and his face red.

“How could you possibly be louder than us eh?” He looked angry till a smile broke out on his face and he went over to kiss Lizzie’s cheek.

“Hope you lot haven’t melted her brains” Alfie grumbled but also looked in good spirits. The rest of the boys, your brothers piled in. Finn was around the same age as you a fact that made your heart hurt a little bit. His dad spent all his time tormenting you instead of being there for him. Would he see that as a blessing or a curse? He shook your hand and started up with a million questions about New York and your funny accent. His friend sat down beside you resting his arm on the back of your chair.

He reached out his hand “Isaiah”

You introduced yourself, shaking his hand. The two boys went back and forth asking different things. It was nice to be with people your own age. The three of you chattered on and then quieted down to listen to Alfie’s story.

You burst out laughing and all the women started cheering you on turning your face a deep shade of crimson.

“I like that laugh,” Isaiah said quietly and the thought of staying around here wasn't so bad suddenly.

_______________________

You were torn, but you decided to go back with Alfie in the early morning. Polly made you promise to call once you got it and wrote down eight different numbers to reach her at in case of emergency or just in case I wanted to talk.

You smiled at her and saw a familiar feeling behind her eyes as she kissed your cheek.

On the drive home, Alfie mumbled about how they are a good lot of bad people. Something you would have to embrace unless you wanted to go off on your own.

“Thanks for going with me.” You said once settled in the beach house.

“No need to thank me.” He said brushing you off.

“If I were to go live with them, could I still work at the bakery?”

“Of course.” He gave you a tight smile and you felt bad for him being shut up in the house all the time.

“Can I stay over sometimes too? I love all of them but the kids, and the horses, and its - erm - a lot at times?”

“My house is always open to you, no matter what.” He patted your shoulder and you went off to bed.

Polly fussing over her unsure of what bad stuff had happened to her over the years. Wanting to help her figure out what actually happened to her Grandparents and starting one of those massive pinboards with string in the sitting room trying to help her piece it all together. Eventually, Esme and Lizzie got really invested in helping. Thomas wondering what's going on and poking his head in and all of them shouting at him to leave. Him muttering Women under his breath but sneaking in at night to circle a few things he thought was important in the evidence anyway.

Them actually cracking the case and being surprised when she wakes up to a newspaper on the kitchen table saying that a local Jewish gang was suspected in the murder of Arthur William Shelby Senior.

Being shocked and watching as the family all came over to the house. You finding it weird that they spend more time talking to you about your grandparents than they did mourn their father. Once they were sure you were alright the celebratory drinking started.

Isaiah suddenly always wanting to come over and hang out around Arrow House or Polly’s place whenever you were there. Finn teasing him endless amounts but also making it very clear that if it ended badly that Finn would do his job as your brother.

Alfie coming over constantly to bother Thomas and slowly becoming more of an uncle in your eyes. Always around to cause trouble.

Ruby fell in love with you, always insisting loudly that you had to be the one to carry her around. She’d often bust into your room at strange times to see if you wanted to play. Once you came up to your room to find her asleep in your bed.

Finally being able to laugh and speak your mind about literally anything. Listening to them rant about things or poke fun at you. Shopping, parties, trips to London to shop and party some more. You thought it funny that they would go to parties basically just to watch people and only interact with themselves despite always being around each other. The gossip was always very spicy.

Isaiah and you getting caught kissing on a street corner after a romantic date. A friend of Lizzie calling her saying she saw you. That going dramatically across the phone tree leading to you coming home and getting dragged into the kitchen for whiskey and interrogation. Was it good? Did he use tongue? Where were his hands? Did he walk you to the door or just wait in the car? He did wait to see that you got in right?!

Isaiah dealing with Tommy in the office when Alfie shows up and both of them being over protective dads.

Finally, your 19th birthday rolls around. Finn saying that he felt you might leave, try being on your own for a bit, or that maybe Isaiah would propose. Polly overhearing it and starting to worry about you to the point where she sits you down and has a long talk about what it’s like being on your own and the head of a house, what it's like being married. You interpret this as them feeling like you should leave. Esme catching you in your bathroom crying as she dropped your dress for the party off. Clearing up the misunderstanding she wipes the tears from your face and does your makeup for you. “I’m not ready to be a grown-up.” You whisper looking up at her dark eyes. The warm glow of your pink bathroom makes you feel even smaller. “Look you’ve got a hot boyfriend that your family will literally kill if he hurts you, a hot dress to wear, and your makeup is finally done properly. Party is going to be amazing because I planned most of it. All of this is growing up. With this much love, it won’t be so bad.” She kissed your forehead. “All that stuff Polly told you was about her life. Back then she didn’t have anyone as cool as us watching her back.”

The party becoming an absolute mess with some business deal going on in the background. Isaiah defending her bravely then going in for a big kiss in the middle of the entryway as things around them are falling apart. Guns firing, people screaming and throwing things. The whole thing wrapping up and you sitting in his lap in the kitchen sipping a whiskey out of his glass. The family finally feeling like he earned your attention and leaving you both alone for once.

#Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders request #peaky blinders fic #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #shelby family #Shelby family imagine #Shelby family fic

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Your Boy Friend *Part 5*

Kurapika Kurta X Fem!Reader Hisoka Morrow!Brother X Sister!Reader

Word Count: 642

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello, I hope you're doing well :). I was wondering if could do another part of Kurapika x Hisoka's sister reader, I love the story. Maybe where the reader and kurapika get married and the reader asks Hisoka to give her away, just an extremely wholesome moment between the two and maybe some tears when Hisoka prepares to give her away?

*Part 4*

You and Kurapika had finally settled down after having your little girl, you had both managed to keep her away from the excitement of the hunter world and she’s grown up happy so by extension you were both happy, you didn’t think that there would be anything more that you needed, that is until Kurapika proposed to you, you hadn’t even thought of marriage but you agreed, you loved him and you loved your daughter and officially becoming a little family would be the best thing that ever happened to you.

As you started planning the wedding, you realised that with your parents being the main cause of all yours and your brother’s problems, you had no one to give you away, that line of thought had only been a problem for 5 seconds because your mind travelled to your older brother, Hisoka. He had been there for everything, taught you everything and protected you from everything, it was only right that he was the one to give you away, give permission of your protection and happiness to someone else. So after a discussion with Kurapika who of course had no objections, that was your choice after all, you decided to talk to your brother.

You called him over one day when Kurapika had one out with the boys and your little one to give you the space to talk about it. Hisoka was living you a look as you milled around getting the drinks ready “something is bothering you.” He said as he leaned against his fist. “What?” You asked. “No snarky responses or teasing, something is bothering you.” He explained and you looked at him and sighed. “Alright I want you to know that you don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to but I wanted to ask something of you.” You explained and he raised an eyebrow, he didn’t say anything as he waited for you to continue. “Well as you know I’m getting married and I need someone to give me away and since you’ve been my biggest protector and the person that’s been there for me the most, I would really love it if you would be the one to do that.” “Me?” He asked. “Y-you don’t have to, I know that it’s not really your thing-” “I never said that I didn’t want to do it.” Hisoka said as he reached out for your hands as he gave you a soft smile. “I will be the one to give you away, our father can’t do it… Not that I would let him.” “You want to do it?” You asked. “Of course, he’ll be fighting me for the rest of your life if I don’t.” Hisoka teased, you giggled as his antagonistic behaviour, he leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead as squeezing your hand affectionately in reassurance.

A few months later it was your wedding day, everything had gone as planned so far and you stood outside the venue ready to walk down the aisle. Hisoka was waiting for you and as he laid eyes on you he smiled “you look beautiful.” He said softly. “Thank you.” You looked down at your feet, he lifted your face where you noticed the tears gathering in his eyes. “Are you ready?” He asked. “I am, are you?” You asked. “Never.” He answered honestly. “I never thought there would be a day where I entrust you care to someone else, but of all the people it seems that he is a worthy suitor… Not that he’d ever believe that I’d say that.” “You're right.” You said softly. “Now come on, you’ve kept them waiting long enough.” He put out his arm for you to take and once you took it the staff opened the door and the music started, your big day ready to begin.

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#hunter x hunter oneshot #hunter x hunter reader insert #hunter x hunter imagine #kurapika kurta oneshot #kurapika kurta imagine #kurapika kurta #hisoka morrow oneshot #hisoka morrow imagine #hisoka morrow

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yinyuedijun · 6 months

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Help I have another idea I need to share sjdnkek

This one's a bit wild ig so bear with me ok??! It's fluffy too and non toxic I think. I hope. Pls tell me this isn't somehow creepy I'm sorry if it is skskdkkd

SO- Aventurine × Ena! Reader.

Ena being ofc, the Gaiathra Triclops. In this version, even though everyone believes Ena was assimilated into Xipe, that's not what really happened - Ena instead made a deal with Xipe, trusting the Harmony to uphold Order, and willingly gave up their path and power as an Aeon, choosing to reincarnate as a mortal. And before they gave up their power, they did two last things: first, guarantee that their reincarnation would regain at least some knowledge of their previous life, i.e knowing that they were an Aeon before. And second, give out one last blessing to one of the people they watched over - Kakavasha.

Ena goes on to reincarnate (I'm thinking something like the Dan Heng/Dan Feng situation, so reader has dreams of their previous memories and such, but is a completely different person to who Ena was), and Reader!Ena lives a pretty tranquil life as a mortal - while Kakavasha goes through hell, and loses faith in the Gaiathra Triclops. I haven't given much thought to how they meet, but maybe Ena!Reader goes to Penacony out of curiosity for what a land presided by Harmony is like (given that they know they used to be the Aeon of Order, and that they had previously chosen to entrust Harmony with their path.) and they run into Aventurine there - and they just know. They can feel Ena's blessing on him, and they're immediately drawn to him.

Getting to know each other, creating a bond, trusting each other until Aventurine can open up about his past with them, and reader reveals their identity, and suddenly everything changes for him - he wasn't abandoned by his God, but rather they'd given him their final blessing before they passed - and reader has this strong urge to cherish and protect him, not because he's the child blessed by Ena, but because they've fallen for him. The complicated relationship they'll have to sort out where Kakavasha feels like Reader is a gift sent by Gaiathra, while Reader cherishes and worships him like he's the divine one. Aventurine being loved unconditionally and cherished for the first time, being basically worshiped by the Reader.. being treated like he's the most precious thing in the world, being looked at with pure love and adoration. The hurt, the confusion, the fear of being loved.. maybe reader can have some issues too and be so wholly devoted they'd do anything for him, no matter how much it might harm them, just to add a bit more trouble to work on.

I don't think I'll ever actually write any of my ideas (even though I do have a writing blog lmao) bc I'm too insecure about my writing and my inspiration bursts are too inconsistent, but thank you for reading my silly thoughts and letting me share them lol I really appreciate it, especially bc you're one of my favorite writers here <3

- Penacony DH smut anon (lol)

I DONT THINK ITS CREEPY AT ALL!! I adore reincarnation romances and I have a particular fondness for reincarnated deity romances. It would be so interesting to see Aventurine process this news. I really like the phrase you used wrt "the fear of being loved" - I think Aventurine would suffer very, very intensely from this fear under regular circumstances with a human. I can only imagine the state of panic he'd be in if he were the object of affection of the god who supposedly forsook him. augflgsjsk it would be so juicy... reader too I'm sure they're full of many complicated feelings just like dan heng is (I bet the two of them would be besties)

I'm sad hearing that you feel you won't write your ideas, I think they are so brilliant and I love reading them 🥺 you're always welcome to share them here - but please let me know if you do ever decide to post something, I'd love to read and reblog it <333

#yueshuo.asks #asks.penacony dh smut anon #<- ur thirst was so legendary btw i think about it every so often while im grinding in penacony LOLLL #hsr 1.2 spoilers #AS AN ASIDE I APPARENTLY HAVE ZERO LORE KNOWLEDGE BC I THOUGHT GAIATHRA TRICLOPS WASNT AN AEON? 😭#what lore did i miss.....

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mrs-hatake · 11 months

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Hi, I’ve never made a request before, so bear with me 😭 could you write a geto x reader. I am black, I have dark brown eyes, I usually wear my hair down, it comes down to my elbow, I’m 5’5, and I guess what I want is could you write a one-shot where they decide to have dinner and a movie marathon of both their favorite movies. But it’s like the first time that Reader goes over to his house, and Reader is shy and a little bit awkward, and he reassures her that she can make herself at home, and then they cuddle and kiss on the couch 🥰

thank u

genre: fluff.

word count: 1.5 k.

request status: temporarily open.

a/n: hi, anon! thank you so much for entrusting me with your first ever fic request! i hope i was able to achieve what you're looking for 🥰

A shaky exhale escapes through your lips in elegant white swirls, highlighting just how chilly the autumn night is.

You shake your hands as you bounce your fight, doing deep breathing exercises to soothe your anxiety because tonight is finally the night where you get to come over Suguru’s house for date night.

It isn’t your first time at his house. Since you’re part of his friend group – which consists of your other friends; Satoru, Shoko and Utahime – you’ve hung out at his place loads of times. But tonight, tonight is different because you will be spending it with Suguru. Alone. Just the two of you. The mere thought of you has your cheeks flushing at what you might be doing. If the ambiance allows it.

Checking your makeup through the tiny compact mirror that You’ve kept inside your cute little round shaped purse, You nod to yourself in satisfaction. The metallic eyeshadow dusting your eyelids makes your brown eyes pop, especially with the soft winged eyeliner. A simple yet impactful look that is sure to send Suguru’s heart fluttering.

You got this!

Is what you think to yourself as you raise your fist to knock on Suguru’s apartment door.

“Y/N!” Suguru greets you with an enthusiastic call of your name. His eyes roam your figure, pupils dilating at the choice of outfit You’re wearing. The fluffy gray sweater is a size loose on You decide to tuck into your black mini skirt, despite the cool weather Tokyo has been experiencing. But not to worry because you have the fluffiest, knee length socks that are the same shade of black as your skirt.

“Hi, Suguru.” You greet back shyly. Your index finger immediately curls itself on a strand of hair, a habit You have developed in your childhood whenever you’re suddenly shoved into the spotlight.

“You look good.”

Somehow, you are able to compliment him without word vomiting, especially with how insanely attractive he is looking tonight. Okay, let’s be real. Geto Suguru has always been handsome and his beauty, aside from his intelligence and gentle nature, is what attracted you to him. But Suguru looks dashing even though he’s wearing a simple black sweatshirt and a matching set of sweatpants. Half of his hair is put up in a neat bun. Geto Suguru is just simply breathtaking.

Suguru doesn’t say anything but he does beam brighter than the summer sun at your words, that flush of embarrassment returning stronger than before.

“Come in.” He invites you in.

You nearly trip as You enter his apartment once you notice that he’s checking You out from behind, head tilting in appreciation to your beauty.

Despite having been in Suguru’s apartment countless times, swooping into his home as if it’s your own, You find yourself freezing in the genkan, uncertain of what to do next.

Suguru chuckles lightly, “Well, don’t just stand there. Make yourself at home!”

His warm and gentle smile melts the block of ice warming your feet. Stumbling, you make your way to the living room. You quickly sit on the couch placed against the walls seeing as your legs are jiggly like jelly from the nerves.

This isn’t your first date with Suguru. Nor is it your second. To be frank, you don’t remember the number of dates you’ve been on with Suguru but as a newly formed couple that hasn’t even put an official label to their relationship yet, this is a big step for the both of you. Perhaps this is why You’re just so nervous. You want the night to end perfectly. Perfect enough to have Suguru asking you to be his girlfriend.

“You’re here right on time. The pizza just got here.”

Lost in your thoughts, the sudden appearance of his husky voice has you jumping in place.

Cool it, Y/N! Pull yourself together!

“Thanks.” You mutter as You eye him placing two boxes of pizza on the coffee table. Grilled chicken with sweet chili sauce and vegetables with ranch. “Did you decide on which movies we’ll watch?”

Suguru hums at your question as he makes his way to the kitchen to bring back semi frozen plastic bottles of coke, placing them next to your dinner. “I was thinking of Lord of the Rings. Unless you have something else in mind?

Majoring in Japanese Literature, it makes sense that Suguru would pick such a movie. You’ve seen one of them once before when you were younger but you don’t remember much because you fell asleep halfway through.

“Lord of the Rings is good.” You give him a wobbly smile that he returns with his gummy grin, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest.

As the both of you settle on the couch, the dim light from the TV screen flickers across your faces, creating a cozy ambiance in the living room.

With a gentle smile on his lips, You can’t help but to steal glances at the man beside you.

Finally, after years from reading and watching trashy romance books, after listening to all of your friends gushing about their first kiss or first make out sessions and how exuberating they were, you’re finally going to experience this yourself.

Scratch that.

You’re not going to be filling your wildest fantasy tonight.

It’s been forty minutes already and the movie is nowhere near its ending. Plus, You’re so nervous about Suguru pulling a move that you only managed to nibble on one slice of pizza.

So busy worrying about Suguru pulling all the cliche moves in the book, your stomach decided that food is unacceptable lest You want to throw up all over his nice couch and clothes.

Stealing a glance at your lover, Suguru’s eyes rapidly move from left to right, paying rapid attention to the movie.

Sighing in disappointment, You rest your chin on your left palm. Knowing that Suguru would probably fire off question after question to attentively listen to your opinions, thoughts twinkling like the stars on a clear night sky – Something You love about Suguru –, Your gaze wanders to the television.

Hope I don’t fall asleep.

Not even five minutes of thinking that, your head lulls to sleep, eyes fluttering shut despite the intense scene displayed on the screen.

However, a slight touch to the tip of your fingers has your jolting awake. Glancing down to your hand that’s resting on the velvety couch, You are surprised to see Suguru’s fingertips touching your own.

Brown eyes move upwards to where Suguru is sitting. Somehow, during your little moment of gloom, Suguru managed to scoot closer to You as the movie went on. Yet as you look into his handsome face, he’s still watching the movie.

Maybe it’s all in your head and Suguru has always been sitting close to You but you just simply didn’t notice.

Taking one last look at the man next to You, You return your attention to the movie.

A heartbeat later, You sense a shift from next to, the couch dipping deeper.

Your heart beats with anticipation, yet you refuse to tear your eyes away from the screen. His fingertips barely graze yours again, forcing You to hold your breath. On your next exhale, Suguru dares to inch closer, his touch growing bolder, until he finally feels the soft warmth of your hand against his own.

Warmth encloses You at the close proximity between the both of you, your eyes finally pulling away from the screen to meet Suguru’s.

There’s a flutter in your chest, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Are you really doing this?

The answer is, yes. You really are doing this as Suguru, with a tender smile, gently clasping your hands, intertwining your fingers. This simple action ignites a spark that you’ve been desperately seeking throughout the night. The heat fills the modest living room space.

Like the first ray of sunshine after a snowy winter, Your shyness melts away, replaced by a growing desire that mirrors Suguru’s own longing.

Matching the beat of your heart, you both inch closer until your lips hesitantly brush against each other in a sweet and tentative kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut, bones turning into putty as Suguru’s large hands grab your waist to pull you closer, making the kiss grow deeper. His touches are fervent, hungry to taste more of you as his hot and thick tongue slips into your mouth, swallowing your tiny moans.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourselves in the intoxicating dance of your lips, their bodies moving closer together until You’re lying on top of him. Suguru’s black hair makes him look like a fallen angel, ethereal yet dangerous. A forbidden fruit that entices you to sin.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of your heavy breaths. Suguru’s groans send delicious shivers down your spine. Your reaction has him chuckling, has him whisper just how cute you are.

Neither of you know how long you’ve been making out on the couch, the first movie of the installment ending and the second one playing.

But what you do know is that you can finally put a label to your relationship and you’re definitely doing this again.

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x y/n #suguru x you #jjk fic #anonymous request #anon request

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noxiatoxia · 1 year

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your blog there for me through thick and thin nox. i've been following since i was So Young. i swear to god bro i've attempted like several times. and i keep coming back to your blog because your humor and ideas and acceptance and enthusiasm picks me up when like. literally everything but the dirt outside is decaying. i appreciate your existence here, at least, even though we barely talk, What you've done here is more than enough than a lot of people in my life, thank you dude

DUDE.....ANON I DUNNO WHO YOU ARE BUT I AM INCREDIBLY, INCREDIBLY HONORED BY YOUR WORDS, AND INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL YOU ARE STILL WITH US HERE TODAY. That takes a lot of courage and bravery, and I am so so happy and proud that you're pulling through.

Idk how long you've been following, thru my danganronpa phase or death note or even fuckin undertale, I'm so glad you're here, man. This blog means a lot to me, too-- it's why I never changed url or moved even once in my time since 2015. The memories I've made, good and bad alike, are irreplaceable to me, as are all the people I've met. Even the ones who fought with me or sent me death threats lmao, I've learned a lot from interacting with all sorts of people, and I still think about some of the asks I've received to this day, and the little things from my past that still pop up. I still remember when an anon told me they were inspired to name their dog Fondue after Rhythm Thief because I included the soundtrack in Chiaki Sim 2k16. I remember all the people who entrust me with art advice and otherwise. I remember when the creator of patchwork sans contacted me bc of an old drawing I made in 2015! I remember all the lengthy talks I've had with people sharing headcanons and ideas. Yes I've said and done stuff on here that I don't agree with anymore, but that's the whole point of living. You change, you mature, and slowly work your viewpoints out. Even then, I have a LOT to go, and I'll probably continue to do and say dumb shit, but at least I'll be learning from it.

So I'm glad you can find humor and comfort in my blog. If you want to ever DM me, I'd love to get to meet you. If not, I totally get that, I hope you have a good week!

#;noxiatalks2ya

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swimmingismywholelife · 1 year

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Hi! I need advice. I know it sounds terrible, but I’ve been lying to my friends about my age. I’m scared to tell them, as I’m afraid of them hating me and shutting me out of their lives because I’m a bit younger than what I initially told them I was. I really value my friendship with them and I just don’t want to hide it anymore but I don’t want to ruin the friendship. What should I do?

Hi Anon! Thanks for entrusting me to reach out! I think it can be a kind of complicated situation just depending on how young you are in comparison to your friends. You probably shouldn't have lied about your age and been honest straight from the get go just because that can cause conflict. In any case, I don't want it to come across as me judging you or saying that you're a horrible person.

I think at the end of the day, being honest is the only way to go. The truth will eventually reveal itself, and it's better that they hear it from you directly. Some of them may be disappointed in your lack of honesty and you can't really blame them in the case that it does happen. That's not to say you're a bad person, but it does mean you have to take accountability for your choice. The friendship dynamic may change once they find out your real age, especially if there is a giant age gap between you guys and you do have to understand that if they get upset with you.

You aren't going to be able to control what everyone else feels. If they don't want to be friends with you, then that's just the unfortunate reality of the situation. Or maybe best case scenario, they're disappointed in you but still want to continue a friendship with you. Like I said, the dynamic may change as well, but that's up for your friends to decide once you tell them.

I'm sorry I can't give you advice that can guarantee a singular outcome. This isn't a black and white scenario but a grey one that can be difficult to manage through. I say be honest with your friends because trust and honesty in my opinion is one of the most important things in any sort of relationship, whether it's platonic, romantic, etc. Reveal it whenever you're ready to, but at the same time don't prolong it and find excuses to get out of it. It's better to get it out sooner rather than later because the longer it goes on, the worse it may become.

I wish you luck and I hope everything works out!

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Heyy! I'm the anon from tony fic, can i please request a tony stark x reader where tony being Peter's unofficial dad makes sense and he hasn't spent much time with reader so they're not that close, but when he's living with them for a couple of weeks cuz may has to leave for someone work and doesn't want to leave peter unsupervised lol, and reader just her fitting into the cool bestie mom figure for him gradually and tony just being happy?

I'm sorry if it's too specific or anything please change or add anything you want! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for getting me into writing for Stark, I'm really enjoying it, I just hope I got the balance right!

Penthouse Parenting || Tony Stark

Tony Stark x fem!reader, Peter Parker x platonic!fem!reader

Warnings: nothing really, just allusion to getting pregnant at the end WC: 2287

“Don’t forget, you have to pick up the kid from school today.” Tony called out before his suit’s faceplate dropped down and hid him from view.

“How could I forget that I would have to babysit two teenagers instead of one.” You teased, tapping the face plate so it popped back up and stole a kiss from Tony’s pouting lips.

“I like to think I’ve matured past the teenage years, I’m more-“

“Middle aged?”

“-I was going to say young adult. Do you think I’m middle aged?”

“I think you are going to be late.”

“Shit.” He swore as he realised he would have to boost the power to the thrusters if he was going to make it to his first meeting on time. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You waved as he stepped out the doors to the balcony and took off into the sky, heading to the almost finished compound he had begun building upstate.

You busied yourself tidying your penthouse in the Tower, which included picking up Tony’s boxers he left on the bathroom floor. You couldn’t help taking a picture and having Friday send it to Tony reminding him that this is what having a teenager looked like. You knew he must have been busy when you saw he opened your message but didn’t have the time to send one of his usually humorous replies.

Before you knew it, there was an alarm going off letting you know you had to leave soon if you wanted to make it to Queens on time to meet Peter. Although you had met the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man in passing when he was in the building for one reason or another, you were usually too busy to spend a lot of time with him. That didn’t mean to say you didn’t know him, Tony would talk non-stop about the boy genius and how he was so proud of what he was achieving.

“Hey Happy, I’m heading off, Friday is going to be diverting my calls to you.” You said as you reached the ground floor and found Happy accosting another employee who hadn’t pinned on their ID badges. “Leave Floyd alone, he’s been here longer than you.”

“Tony entrusted me with his security, I’m just doing my job.” Happy replied seriously as he tapped his ID badge with title in bold lettering. “Do you need me to come with you?”

“He’s a 15 year old boy, I think I can handle one afternoon.” You smiled before seeing your car arrive at the front door.

“Oh my god.” You groaned with exhaustion as you crashed onto your bed. “How long is he staying here again?”

“Two weeks.” Tony laughed as he joined you after shutting the door. “He’ll settle down soon enough, he’s just a bit excitable. Got a good heart though.”

You smiled at the statement and rolled into Tony’s embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as you traced the glowing whiteblue circle on his chest.

Your afternoon with Peter had actually been a lot of fun. You had taken him to get a bite to eat first, and had been stunned by the sheer amount of food the skinny kid could eat, then you went to the arcade with Tony’s unlimited credit card footing the bill. You knew from Tony that Peter was a mathematical genius but you hadn’t realised the practicality of that until he was bowling strike after strike, leaving you with what was possibly the worst defeat in the history of ten pin bowling.

You had quickly moved onto single player games at the arcade, letting him stock up on candy from the crane drop games and he even won a stuffed teddy for a girl at school. His excitement was energising and he bounced on his heels as he took in all the bright lights as the sun began to set. It was only when you were heading back to the car that the jovial mood was lost and he saw a homeless man asking for spare change, reaching into your bag you handed Peter the cash that you had and he had smiled like it was Christmas before making his way over.

“Miss y/l/n, do you think we could go by the shelter on the way back?” His voice was timid and shy as he returned from giving the man the money.

“Your Aunt’s gone away, remember? And please, call me y/n.”

“Sorry, y/n. I know she’s not there, I just think she would want me to check in and see if the others need any help.”

Looking up at Tony you nodded. “Yeah, he’s got a good heart.”

“Do you have any washing you need done?” You asked Peter as you knocked on his door before you spotted the stuffed teddy sitting on his drawers. “What’s this still doing here? Weren’t you giving that to Liz?”

“Oh, I uh, I haven’t gotten around to giving it to her.” He answered quietly, turning around from the desk that was scattered with electronic parts.

“You know, if there is one thing I have learned working in this line of business we are in, it is that time is not guaranteed.”

“Well, technically speaking, time is a continuous variable so it's really one of the few things that are guaranteed.”

“Good god, I can only imagine this was what Tony was like as a kid.” You mumbled under your breath. “I meant, time with the people we care about. I had to watch Tony disappear right above us, not knowing if he would come back or not.”

His fingers tapped his pen against his chin and he idly swung side to side on the chair as he contemplated your words. Giving him a moment to ponder, you grabbed the corners of his bedspread and flattened it out before tucking them in and gathering the empty plate he had nibbled from while he worked. You had almost left his room when he quietly called your name and he tossed the pen on the desk.

“Are you afraid that you’ll get hurt because you’re with Mr Stark?”

“Sure, but I am also afraid of flying.” You shrugged. “I’ve found it pays not to think too much about the things that can go wrong. Just try to focus on what’s right. If you like her, you should give her the gift.”

“Thanks, y/n.” He smiled before you heard his stomach rumble and you looked at the empty plate with a laugh.

“Friday, can you get Tony to meet us at the car?” You asked before nodding your head to Peter. “How about we go out for dinner?”

“I should really finish this assignment…” He murmured looking at the mess of electronics. “It’s not going very well.”

“Tony will be happy to help you when we get back, but if I don’t get him out of his lab now he will forget to eat.”

You left the room to grab a coat and Peter met you at the elevator after pulling on a hoodie. The elevator came to a stop halfway down and there was only one person that could override the penthouse elevator priority so you were already smiling as the doors opened to reveal Tony.

“You’ve got an assignment tonight, baby.” You said as he stepped in, still working on a holographic image emitting from his wrist. “Give me that.”

“Oh, no, ngahhh.” Tony tried to stop you from grabbing the image and tossing it away into the binary abyss.

“You know the rules.” You pointed as he dropped his hand and finally focused his head to what was in front of him.

“Well, gee, mom. Please don’t take all my toys.” Tony joked before turning pointing to Peter. “Does she mother you too?”

“I think it’s nice, Mr Stark.” He mumbled, making you grin at your boyfriend smugly.

You crossed your arms and cocked your eyebrow to Tony. “At least someone here appreciates it.”

Tony’s eyes threatened to roll all the way back into his head before he kissed your cheek. For him it was a very understated way of showing physical affection but you could see that it was only for the kids' benefit as he turned his attention back to Peter. “I hear we’ve got an assignment tonight.”

Peter’s lips parted as he wondered how he knew and you pointed to the ceiling. “Friday.”

“Oh.” He chuckled nervously.

“Don’t worry, she’s not always listening.” You reassured him.

“Especially not at night.” Tony added with a smirk. Luckily for him, the doors opened to the underground garage before you could elbow him and he skipped out of the confined space with a laugh. “What are we riding in tonight kid?”

“Woah, these are all yours Mr Stark?” Peter gasped as he saw the line up.

“Please, Mr Stark was my father, I’m just Tony.”

Tony had been reminding him for a week and still Peter called him Mr Stark. You found it quite cute and had told Tony that it was because Peter looked up to him and respected him, you actually thought that made Tony more uncomfortable with the idea. He still didn’t see himself as a role model despite your attempts to try to get him to see beyond his past and focus on what he was doing with his life now. He still felt like he had something to prove even after he saved the world, twice. The guilt of Sokovia still weighed heavily on him.

You leant against the doorframe to the guest room Peter had occupied for the last two weeks, watching Tony and Peter hunched over some device they had been building all week. You had no idea what it did but you didn’t really care, all you cared about was the smile on each of their faces. While Tony liked tinkering it was always for some project, this was different and he was actually enjoying himself.

Two weeks having Peter in the house had changed him, hell it had changed you too, and you were going to miss him when he went home. You had seen Tony in a new light and could imagine him patiently teaching his own son his science homework, it really was a sight to see. As if he could sense you thinking about him he turned to you and sent a wink before turning back into Peter passionately explaining his project features.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You said as you knocked on the wall. “Peter, Aunt May is on her way up.”

His face fell slightly before he realised how much he had missed her and his smile returned. “Thank you for having me.”

Tony helped him gather up his project and grabbed his suitcase, wheeling it past you with a forlorn frown on his face, while Peter double checked he hadn’t left anything behind. You rubbed Tony’s back as he went by, knowing he would miss having the kid around even more than you, then grabbed the stuffed teddy that was still sitting on Peter's now drawers. “You’ll have to come back soon, help me get Tony out of his lab every once in a while.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely ask May.” He nodded eagerly before throwing his arms around you then pulling back equally as fast and looking awkward.

“C’mere.” You said with your arms open and he gave you a proper hug as the elevator doors opened. “Don’t forget to give this to her.”

You handed him the teddy and he clutched it tight as went over to Tony who gave him the strangest hug you had ever seen, hugging but barely touching at the same time and you had to cover your laugh with a cough.

“Oh, Peter, I missed you.” May gushed as she stepped off the elevator and grappled him into a tight hug. “Did you grow another foot? How long was I gone?”

“Maaay.” Peter groaned as she exaggerated his height and the length of his hair. “It was only two weeks.”

“Felt like two years.” She sighed before thanking you and Tony for looking after him once again, reassuring her that it was really no problem.

It was only once they left that the two of you fell onto the couch, fingers laced as a quiet fell over the house for the first time in two weeks. “It’s too quiet, Friday, play some music.”

Soft rock music filled the room and you looked up at Tony from where you tucked yourself in his side. “It’s alway going to seem too quiet now.”

“I think I might have a remedy for that.” He offered, his fingers trailing up and down your arm as his eyes bored into yours. “If that’s something you would be interested in.”

You took a deep breath and remembered the many times you had thought he would make a great father, nodding as you bit your lip.

“I know this great little pet shop on the upper east side.” He grinned as your face fell and you slapped his stomach as he broke out in a laugh. “Sorry, sorry, that was bad timing.”

“I thought you were serious, Tony.” You sighed.

“I am, I think we could be great at this whole parent thing. As in you parent, and I do…things. I think we would have it all covered.”

“You’re serious, Tony?” You asked as you sat up and turned so you were looking him dead in the eyes. “No joking? You want this too?”

He took your hands with a smile he usually reserved for when one of his experiments worked. “Can’t be harder than fighting aliens right?”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

#tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #peter parker x platonic!reader #marvel fanfic #tony stark imagine #peter parker imagine

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froggy-frogz · 3 years

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Could u write some poly headcanons for Silco x reader x sevika ? I hope covid isn’t making u feeling too bad, get well soon!

Ps - When I had covid I boiled ginger and honey to make tea for my throat, if u can’t breathe through ur nose and u really can’t sleep stick up some garlic in ur nose. Worked amazing for me! <3

A/N: Thank you so much for the tips!! I did try the ginger and honey thing and it helped a bit so thank you! Also, I love Sevika and Silco so much but I'm always scared to write for them because I don't want to fuck their characters up gsjkdfhgj- anyways enjoy anon! I also really enjoyed writing these so if anyone wants to request a part 2 or an nsfw part I would not object lol

Sevika x GN!Reader x Silco

First of all, seeing how you're dating both of them makes you one of the most protected and feared people in all of Zaun. No one dares to lay a hand on you. Some people are even too scared to look at you. Even the tiniest minor offense against you could wind up being the last thing that said person would ever do.

Second, you'd be so fucking badass dating both of them. One, the being the King of Zaun, and the second is his right-hand woman, who has the power to make people shit themselves by just looking at them.

However, this all does mean that you are dating two of the most possessive, powerful people in all of Zaun, so it can get stressful.

Both Silco and Sevika have this natural understanding when they're dating you. They both get their time with you, and there won't be any issues.

This may prove to change down the line, but not in any negative ways. You'll see ;)

When you're with Sevika, she is handsy. She can and will have some sort of hold onto you. Whether that is you sitting on her lap in public, as more of a show that you're hers than not, or holding your hand when it's just you too.

When you're with Silco, he's very clingy, but not really in the way Sevika is. He still wants you there, but even your presence in the same room is calming enough. Though he will absolutely not mind if you want to sit in his lap as he works. As long as you don't become a distraction, though knowing some of yall reading this, that's exactly what you want.

We all know Sevika gets into fights. She is big, rough, and destructive so it's almost part of her nature. Though when she starts dating you, she thinks about starting shit before actually doing it.

One reason is that after a fight she came to you to help patch her up, and while you were happy to, you were afraid, more or less of losing her one day because of her fighting. It's Zaun for crying out loud, loss is literally everywhere in people's lives.

Sevika with you is very gentle, not because she thinks you're going to break, but she's not used to having someone loving her so freely and loving her so much if you know what I mean. She loves you back more than she'd ever been able to tell you, but that just means she'd do anything to keep you safe.

Back to Silco, when Jinx is not around, he entrusts you to do his eye shot. It's a very close, personal thing so when he first had you do it, you really were shocked. He really loves you that much.

Also talking about Jinx, you slowly become another parent to her. It takes time, like anything, but when she starts treating you like her parent, it's a shock. Again, not a bad one, if anything makes Silco proud to see the two most important people in his life get along.

As I stated above, after some time, Silco and Sevika might start to get along more than just boss and grunt, though it'd take forever for the two of them to address, if ever address, they might just end up developing feelings for each other. Yeah, good luck with that one.

Anyway, back to you.

Sevika will absolutely train you, and there's not really any way to get out of it either. There's a lot of shitty people in Zaun, and that means a lot of shitty people who would love to get their hands on you to use as blackmail. She can be harsh, but she also rewards you. She might not be the most affectionate person, but after a good training session, you might get a couple of kisses as a reward.

Oof I haven't even covered sleeping arrangements.

Neither Sevika nor Silco sleeps much. It's honestly awful.

You help change that though.

Sevika sleeps a bit more than Silco, so you can find her dragging herself into bed with you. Hell, if you want to curl up next to her or lay on her like she's a body pillow, she won't bitch.

Sleeping/being in bed is one of the few times you get to see affection from her. You two are alone, and in a safe, secure spot where she can trust herself to fall asleep.

If we're talking little/big spoon dynamics, she's probably going to be this big spoon. She's huge. Like unless there's some way you're bigger than her- well. She'd still want to be the big spoon though. She finds it extremely comforting to fall asleep holding you.

On the rare occasions he does go to bed at a decent time, Silco will sleep in your room. If it was up to him, you'd be sleeping in his room but seeing how you're also dating someone else who also wishes to have their own time with you, it just didn't work out.

If Sevika's already with you, and you two are both asleep, he's already dead tired and doesn't really care and will literally drag himself to curl up on the free spot next to you.

If you're even a little bit awake you get to witness yourself in the sandwich that Silco/Sevika has created because sadly, you might wake up to only one or even no one as they both are really busy.

#arcane #arcane imagines #arcane headcanon #arcane x reader #sevika #silco imagine #silco x reader #sevika x reader #x reader #x gn reader #silco

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Your Stardew Impact has given me a serious brainrot and I couldn’t sleep on it so here

Imagine the boys getting Isekai to Stardew and meeting their (soon-to-be) s/o a.k.a the farmer who found them in the mines and dragged them out.

It’s basically the same as the original but the reader lives in Stardew universe from the beginning.

The Outlanders who trespassed the Stars [Stardew Valley + Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: You were a simple farmer who lived a simple life before crossing paths with these outlanders. A tale of greetings and farewells tells a story that loving someone was like looking at the stars in the sky; a sense of warmth amidst darkness, where the dots connect no matter what distance it was. But just like stars, they were meant to be unobtainable.

(Basically what happens if the boys get Isekai'd)

Genre: fluff, angst (faceapalm didn't mean to)

Characters: Childe, Xiao, Zhongli

(A/n): Hi anon, haha I didn't think the Stardew Impact series would be this enjoyable. Allow me to serve your brainrot. But just for future references there is a character limit! Also it long, a pro tip to use ctrl+F and type in the name :>

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~Childe's Story~

The day you met Childe was perhaps during the most fortunate yet unfortunate hour of your life.

Winter comes by, your fields were left dry, what else was there to do other than mining? You were aiming to build a new Barnhouse before summer comes, fishing only made average income thus you decided to take your pickaxe and hope to run into some diamonds, gold or even better: prismatic shards. However, expensive items could only be found in the deepest parts of the mountains, where dangerous monsters lurk by.

When peeking over the abandoned minecart you so carefully shielded yourself with, you began contemplating whether you've just dug yourself a grave instead. The whole area became infested, you weren't in the best condition and on top of all that, you were out of food.

You decided to make a run for it, with the treasures and goodies at hand, you couldn't give up. However, things only got worse when purple mist began taking over your vision, signaling a lava bat wave drawing nigh. It was thanks to your greed that you ended in such a predicament but it was also your greed that brought you to him.

"W-Woah!!"

You tripped with your toe pointing downwards into a pile of wooden crates. The bats swarmed in shortly after, daunting around the area above but you couldn't afford to look. Your face was down to the ground and you could only rely on your ears regarding their whereabouts. As if Yoba heard your prayers, the lava bats could not seem to find you, confusing them to think you've escaped. And so, they flew away.

"I'm never doing that again," The sudden impact was excruciating, you were sure that your lip bled due to biting too hard. At least the floor felt somewhat soft, cotton-like and warm enough to be comforting. Yet, for some reason it was also a little…bony?

"…Mn…."

Your body jerks up like a springboard when you felt something shifting. A man, no older than his twenties, no older than you, lays sprawled out under your form. He was beginning to stir and you panicked when a pair of blue cerulean eyes pointed into your seemingly shocked ones within the close parameter.

Too close.

The man gives a cheerfully wry chuckle, you could practically feel his breath almost, "Well this is quite unexpected, didn't think I'd end up in this position," he jests, soon his expression began to tighten into a grimace, "Mind getting off me though? With all due respect miss, you're a little-…heavy."

You scrambled to the side while still kneeling, "What the hell, who are you?!"

"Hm," The man didn't answer, instead he pushed himself upright and turned his attention to examine the surroundings, "Where are we?" He paused when he noticed how the ceiling was made of rocks, "Wait, is this a cave?"

"Ninety two floors deep and surrounded by monsters," you sighed in frustration while rubbing your head with your palm, "Seriously, whoever you are you shouldn't be here, especially if you're not even carrying the necessary supplies."

"Hey, I just got here. I'm just as confused as you," he puts his hands up in a defensive gesture, "But how strange," he mutters to himself, lowering his arms ever so slightly before pinching his chin in deep thought, "I swear it was the right portal…or maybe it was the other one? Hmmm, could it be the effect of the hidden seal?"

I have so many questions. You sweatdropped nervously. Here you were, hours spent to get to the deepest parts of the earth and looking like a cavewoman while his clothes were practically untouched, nor did they seem to be a recognizable fashion. You've seen many odd events within Stardew Valley but not to this extent, "Alright you know what, let's forget about it for now. We need to get out of here before those lava bats come back for us again. Otherwise we're toast," you gestured to the lava pool, "Literally."

He gave another one of his gleeful smiles, you wondered if he was afraid at all, "Sounds like a solid plan to me. Judging by the equipment you're wearing, you seem to have been here for a while. You know your way around?"

Figures that he doesn't know, you thought, "I'll lead."

"Glad we're on the same page. Though, we've only just met and yet you're still willing to help a stranger like me," he mentions in an off-handed manner, perhaps he wasn't used to generosity ever since being recruited as a harbinger, "But not that I'm complaining. You have my thanks, comrade."

"(Y/n)," you tell him, "That's my name. I'm a farmer that resides in this town."

"I see. A town it is then," he inquires, "Call me Childe, as where I'm from, not sure how to answer that anymore."

"What do you-"

But before you were able to question him further, a hoard of lava crabs were spotted crawling it's way towards where Childe sat. He shot you a confused look and turned to the direction, amusement sparks in his eyes,

"Lava crabs? You've got to be kidding me," your arms have already grown tired long ago, at this rate, you figured it may be best to pay a visit to Harvey's doctor office and check up for any muscle strains that have occured during the process. You most likely have considered how heavy your items felt now. Partaking in another battle would only make it worse.

"Ah an opponent, to think this place wouldn't have a set of new monsters to fight. I was growing tired of beating up hilichurls all the time."

His casual reaction caused you to scrunch up your nose in disbelief, "We're being ganged up on and your first response was that???"

Childe paid no mind, instead he propelled himself back to his feet using his trained reflexes and swaggered towards the crowd, "Relax girlie," Stopping just after a few steps, he turns his head ajar over his shoulder with a floppy smirk spreading his lips, "I've got this."

You held in your breath, wondering if you could trust this man. For now all you could do was sit back and hopefully regain some of your strength while observing by the stacks of crates that were abandoned years ago. The lava crabs formed a straight line in front of him, they were smart creatures, cornering their prey in a very well strategized form so that trespassing was out of the question. Childe wasn't intimidated in the slightest, he merely looked down at them with hooded eyes, flexing his fingers for preparation.

"Lava crab…in other words you're of the pyro element," the harbinger holds out his hand in front of him, trying to cultivate the shape of his bow, "A shame. This fight would end much shorter than I anticipated."

However, when he expected his element to manifest, nothing came out. Childe was left dumbfounded.

"Don't just stand there," you screeched, "Do something!!!"

"Wait," he halts you and tries to summon his bow again. Once, twice, as the crabs grew closer still there was nothing, "My powers…they're gone?!"

"Take this," left without a choice, you pushed yourself towards him and shoved Neptune's glaive into his grasp. He examines it with curiosity, but you knew this was also your own well-being you were entrusting him, "It's really easy to use, just-"

When a crab leapt forward, you ran back to create some manageable space for Childe to move in. He delivers a powerful slice using one arm, hitting the crab's weak spot while tossing it toward the side until a dent was formed in the wall. Your mouth parts, fast, he was fast, you didn't even have the time to blink. It was as if he knew the glaive more than you did. Though, the assumption wasn't that far from the truth. Childe was well adept with swordsmanship as he was an expert with many other melee weapons. Which is precisely the reason why he chose the bow as his main, a ranged device, the challenge to keep him on his toes. Just like he was now.

"He wasn't lying when he said he could fight," you watched in mesmerization, each single blow he delivered deemed equivalent to three hits on your part. Childe was both powerful and swift. He was formidable. The way he effortlessly deflected his opponents despite not having an enchantment ring made you forget how much of an idiot he was earlier before. Soon, the lava crabs began to lessen, leaving what remained of their dusted corpse while some retreated back into the depths of the cave.

"Not bad, it was kind of fun!" Childe laughs exasperatedly, glancing at his blue reflection upon the marred blade, "It's been a while since I last used a sword, and still haven't gone rusty either," he hands you the hilt, "Thanks for letting me use it by the way. You seriously got yourself a sick weapon."

"Keep using it for now, I think I'm a little too worn out to handle it," you say regretfully and pointed your nose towards the ceiling, "The mist hasn't disappeared so there's probably gonna be more monsters we'll encounter soon."

Childe looks up as well, "Huh I was wondering what that meant."

"By the way I've never seen anyone fight like that. Exactly what kind of place are you from?" You finally ask, "You somehow ended up in a cave, without anything to defend yourself with and it's not like you know your way out either. Are you...from another world?"

"Huh didn't think you'd draw that conclusion so quick," he comments jokingly, "Guess there's no reason to hide it anymore. Indeed I am from another world, at least, that's what I can tell so far. I've never encountered these types of monsters either."

You couldn't help but be taken aback by his honesty, "That was strangely easier than I thought...."

After escaping the cave, you introduced Childe to the wizard who lived in Cindersap forest, M. Rasmodius. He was extremely intrigued by the concept of an outlander and seemed happy to be of assistance. Since helping others was the culture of Pelican Town, you commissioned Robin to build a small cabin for him to live in temporarily. In return, Childe must accompany you back to the caves and make up for your losses. It was a mutual benefit since he had the opportunity to fight as well.

Childe befriended the townsfolk rather easily. On friday nights where everyone goes to the Saloon to enjoy their time, he would be found in the other room playing pool with the gang (Sam, Abigail and Sebastian)-- you as well when he managed to drag you along with him.

Crashes at your place when you were busy with the farm. You can bet that he would pop up suddenly midday through your window, “Can you use the door like a normal person???” But despite how much you get irritated by this habit, all bygones are bygones the moment he starts a conversation.

He sticks around as you carry your hay batches, sharing his stories. How the organization he worked in was a powerful militaristic force that had authority over many countries. But you didn't see him as a brute since he only joined for the sake of his parents, for the sake of his siblings and their dreams.

You thought of your grandfather who also once told you to pursue your dreams: live a peaceful life away from urban society. However, as long as the harbinger was with you, there wasn't much option for 'peace'.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out here? You know thatI still have a lot of work to finish back in the farm," you trekked your feet through the thick icy sheets with one hand clutching the zipper near your collarbone. It was incredibly windy in Cindersap forest and Childe happened to have convinced you to leave the comfort of your home for 'a surprise favour'. He purposely made a vague statement to draw in your curiosity but if you had refused-- well, that would have led to constant nagging on his part.

"You'll see," is what he said, it was what he told you through this whole ordeal. He lifted his chin to feel the frosty air against his face, "There's this one activity I wanted to try out. Back in Snezhnaya, I used to bring my brother to go skating out on the lakes. It's deadly freezing there so the ice is pretty thick to work on. Haven't done any of that since I joined the Fatui."

You shot him a deadpan glare, "That's why you brought me out here? Why didn't you just go by yourself?"

"Now that's cold (Y/n),” you rolled your eyes at the pun, “Can't you loosen up instead of throwing yourself in a pile of work all day?"

"It's not that I don't want to...I'm just very busy with the farm since it's the last day of the month. At least I want to do as much as I can before Spring comes."

"Haha you're right but you only live once y'know?" Childe noted happily despite your protest, "And like I said before, seize the opportunity when you see it. You never know when it will be your last."

You cocked your head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"Now let's get started shall we?" As you both reach the edge of the frozen lake, Childe takes a step forward ahead of you, "Have you ever gone ice skating before?"

"Yeah but..." You glanced at the glassy surface with skepticism, suddenly struck by hesitance. The thought of drowning made you retreat your steps right away, "I don't know Childe, it doesn't seem that safe."

"That's true if you're not careful enough," he pointed out, "Luckily you have me to help you with that."

"How does that work?"

He placed one foot onto the hardened lake and parts his mouth into a grin, "Watch."

In contrast to your cautious personality, Childe was considered to be more of a wildcard if anything. He loved adventure, just like you except his side often included bloodshed and the thrill that danger carries. You weren't sure if it was worth putting up with his antics or entertaining his idea of skating on thin ice, but you complied regardless. He had a way of delivering his words through that cheery voice you couldn't deny.

Prior to meeting him, life was boring. The corporate world was boring. You moved into your grandfather's farm in order to search for some form of fulfillment that Zuzu city couldn't give and you thought you did now that you had your very own farm, but slowly you began to pile more responsibilities than you could even count.

Everything you did, you did alone.

If it weren't for Childe, you wouldn't have learned the art of surfing on ocean waters. You never would have known the taste of mixing three different ice-cream flavours together despite what strange names they all had. Or what it felt like to mingle with the townspeople rather than mingling for the sake of business. Suddenly, everything became...fun.

Childe wanted to go far and wide. He was always running, so far ahead, somewhere beyond the stars as he could conquer the world to the point you might no longer reach him.

No longer reach him, huh. Curling your fingers into your palm, you renewed your courage and took a step onto the ice.

At the sound of boots tapping behind him, Childe spins around to see you wobble in your stance, nearly tipping over. He slid across to where you were and grasped your arm before you fell.

"Gotcha."

"Thanks," You sighed in relief, "Jeez, this is harder than I thought."

"Guess this is your first time then," he commented with a bit of jest, "Don't stress yourself over it too much, you'll be okay. I got you."

He carefully led you to the center, staying close in case you were to fall sideways again. You awkwardly tried to keep your legs straight, balancing on your own yet the fact that there was still water underneath struck fear into your nerve. It caused you to tremble and eventually skittered backwards.

"Haha ice skating isn't your forte isn't it?"

"I'm just getting started!"

He takes your hand in his before you could even protest, it was one of his many aspects that you found endearing-- the fact his impulse stems from genuine intentions, feelings, not giving them a second thought. The two of you glide using the soles of your shoes, he speeds up ever so slightly and the adrenaline begins to increase until there comes a rush of excitement, freedom. The stress you once had already forgotten once taking flight upon the ice.

"Look Childe! I'm actually doing it!" You couldn't help mentioning with a bit of youthful playfulness in your voice, "It's so smooth and fast! Almost like I'm flying!"

He smiles quietly from a distance, “See? I told you that you'll be fine.”

It was clear to many that the two of you were much closer than what meets the eye.

Childe began to notice the change in your aura. You were happier and much more soulful. Before you were always on the edge, cautious in contrast to his sanguine approach, he couldn't help but be caught off guard whenever you teased him. Or the sudden honesty that causes him to be flustered. By your side, he was no longer a Fatui Harbinger rather more of a puppy, adorable almost.

But when he saw that the reason you changed was because of him, it brought fear into his bones. Why? How did things get to this point? You were lost in a wonderland, ignorant to the blossom that had sprung inside of your chest.

Maybe it was better to be ignorant. Just live in the moment while it can still last.

"You're leaving?"

Standing at the gateway between the mountain cliffside and the starry sky, you call out to the man you've known in a way that carries more than what words could say. Because he left a mark in your years that could never be erased and here he was, trying to erase his existence completely.

Childe lets out a bitter chuckle, he didn't dare to face you, "I didn't expect you to catch up so quickly. You're quick-witted, comrade."

"It's (Y/n)," you corrected, trying to steady your voice so that he couldn't tell the expression you were making, "Why didn't you say anything? What makes you think that I'll just stay silent and let you go on your own way? This isn't a joke Childe! Don't act as if none of it matters to you because it sure as hell did to me."

His lips that held his usual smirk flattens into a straight line, "Even if I did, would it make a difference?"

The world stills. You knew the answer, he knew the answer, you just refused to admit it. One by one, the stars begin to collect themselves until a bridge was formed in front of him, on another day he would be enjoying the scenery alongside you. But today they would be for you alone to witness. The man who you spent your time with had slowly, regretfully, inevitably became a stranger. He was right. It wouldn't make a difference. You were already aware since the day you met him that he belonged to another world and you willingly offered to help him find a way home.

"You know, you could come with me."

Your eyes jolt open. His voice was so free of care. As if he was commenting on something so minor on a casual Sunday afternoon while accompanying you to the beach. But when you came face to face with the harbinger, his expression lackluster, you knew that he meant every word.

"Just you and me, we can travel across the world to our heart's content. I always thought you were an adventurer just like me and you know what, the farm life just doesn't suit you," Childe slowly extends his hand as an offer, for you it was a temptation, "So what do you think? Care to join me?

Your lip quivers. What he said sounded like a sweet dream that you so desperately wanted to take a bite out of. But even so, you thought about the townsfolk, your farm, your grandfather. Their images flashed in as if holding you back, chaining you to the ground, "I can't."

The answer pained you more than it did to him.

"Figures, this is your home after all," he huffs out, " Now do you understand? I can't leave my home either. If I did, heh, I think my siblings would despise me until the very end and I just don't want that. So no hard feelings, okay?"

You didn't reply.

"Don't worry. I won't pressure you if you don't want to," Childe turns back to the bridge, it was almost time, "Do what you have to do (Y/n), hate me if it makes you feel any better. You can even forget about me," he paused, renewing his resolve, "But I know I won't."

"Childe-"

You ran to grab his scarf only to have it ghost through your hands. He was relieved that he couldn't hear your voice, as he returned to Teyvat, Childe wonders what kind of expression did you have before he left? He'll never know.

---

~Xiao's Story~

The day you met Xiao...well, you weren't in the best of the best positions.

This was probably your sixth attempt trying to make it through all levels of the cave and reach the last floor. The quest had been sitting in your drawer for months.

Of course you didn't expect things to be easy, the fortune teller channel you watched every morning had yet to inform you with any good fortune and you would often bump into obstacles that would halt your progress.

But to be fair, sometimes the colourful ore would attract your attention and before you knew it, it was time to go.

So close yet so far. You dragged your feet tiredly against the ground. What time was it? Who knows. Judging by your state, you assumed it had already struck past 12 a.m.

However, today luck seems to have taken pity on you, just...slightly.

You puffed air into your cupped hands for the nth time, huddling deeper into the touch of your coat while trudging into the cave's cold climate. A little longer, any time soon, you kept telling yourself over and over but as if time was frozen, the wait felt like an eternity. Ah how much you wish to be in the comfort of your soft, fluffy bed right now. Though, merely visualizing the image only reminded how achingly freezing it was so you decided it was best to spare yourself from the details.

"I can't do this anymore..." leaning your head against the ice covered cavern, you whimpered, "I should have stayed home."

As you were about to shut your eyelids, something flashed by your peripheral vision. You darted towards the direction it came from, the light was a bright green hue against blue, could it be, "Warmth!"

It seems you jumped to conclusions too quickly. With impatience, you swung around the corner, expecting to find a heat source, only to meet something much more horrifying.

"KYAH!"

They stared straight into your eyes, those demonic eyes tainted by black and fangs that stuck out of the mouth like tusks on an elephant.

However, when the light evaporated you were able to have a better sense of sight, slowly revealing the monster's true form and the body of a human boy. He fell onto his back with a thud and you used this chance to calm yourself from the frightful encounter.

"He's...unconscious?"

You meekly crawled to where he lay and examined closely. Aside from the mask, there were various distinct features that stood out in his attire, his tattoo being one of them, imprinted in what looked like an eagle. You then realized how unsuitable his clothes were in this current situation. At least there were no injuries so far. But was that a good thing? This man practically came out of thin air as if some sorcery had been committed. Witches never left a good impression ever since they cursed your chicken coop. You were hesitant whether to help a stranger who could potentially be one of them or a creation they cultivated. What other explanation could there be?

"I can't leave him here, it's too cold."

Your gaze suddenly falls upon his covered face. The design, although intimidating at first, upon closer look was very alluring in it’s own way. You haven't stumbled upon anything like what the merchants had to offer in Pelican Town and the mask almost looked too foreign. Was he from the east? Curiosity eventually takes over and you gingerly reach for the mask, sliding it off his face.

"Eh...?" You gasp, taken aback by his striking appearance. A part of it made you feel this was no ordinary boy but that didn't mean he should be abandoned in this environment. It would be immoral to let him die in a place like this.

Before you could even make a noise, his eyes bursted awake, grabbing your wrist in a harsh grip. He used his other hand to push against your shoulder until you were instantly pinned on your back with no opening to escape. You choked a sharp sound as you stared with wide eyes. The man was akin to a beast, he had the expression to match it, like the glaring sharp gaze of wolves that roam at the mountain cliffside near Zuzu city and the ferocity of the demonic mask he once wore. You were breath taken but in a more fearful way as he continued to grip onto you tighter with the possible intent to harm.

"Speak!” He demanded, “What have you done to my powers and where have you brought me?"

In Xiao’s case, he was thrown into another world under the circumstances of fighting against one of Liyue’s unknown beasts. He was on high alert, thinking the fight was still ongoing.

You may look human but you could still be a threat. Xiao is the type to act upon instinct in the moment when something feels out of place. Like the spear he wields, he was trained to behave like one: to strike, strike down his foes without hesitation. Don't leave an opening for them to take the advantage. Xiao is a weapon and violence was what he knew best. He couldn't afford to lower his guard even for a minute.

You could say he left a pretty strong first impression to the point you were paralyzed. As he looked at your face, petrified and tense, he wavered and began to reevaluate things. Large doe-like eyes stare into his feline ones. They didn't seem to hold any sort of malice, was it possible for you to be the one who cursed him?

"Eeeeeek! I-I have no idea what you're talking about, let me go let me go!" you cried, "Please don't hurt me!"

Perhaps he shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.

Xiao feels your struggle and eventually gets off to give you some space. Your reaction was understandable, he was used to it anyways. Xiao scoffed to himself, why are mortals so weak? Their strength, if compared to the adepti, was separated by a large gap (Like it always should be). Xiao kept his gaze averted to the side as you rubbed your wrist, focusing his attention elsewhere. He glanced at the vastness of the cave in front of him.

Why was he sent here? For what reason did it serve? Ever since he sealed the contract with Rex Lapis, the guardian Yaksha had never entertained the thought of leaving his country nor did he act upon it; he was far too loyal to his god to do so. But here he was, against his own will yet free from his karmic binds, stripped of his divine powers in the return of endless questions about this new found mortal-like form.

What should I do now?

Choosing not to dwell in any longer, Xiao rises to his feet and proceeds to walk the other way.

"Ah u-uhm sir, where are you going?"

If the universe wanted to test him then he'll find his own answers.

"Wait! Please wait up!"

"Tch."

Although he intended to keep going, Xiao heard you running to his direction and slowed to a halt, some mortals surely do not know their boundaries, "Hmph there's nothing timid about you. Leave me be," he demands without turning around, "Don't forget what I'm capable of."

Stay away.

"I-I know that," you retaliate weakly. Just by hearing his tone made you want to melt away and become one with the ice. He was a scary man indeed, the same one who attacked you earlier. But even so, "That doesn't mean I want you dead! If you go that way, you might freeze to death. Aren't you cold? You don't even have a coat on."

"..." Upon the mention of his predicament, his senses started to kick in. As a yaksha, Xiao wasn't able to be affected by temperature but now he felt his hands beginning to sting, trembling from it’s impact. Ah, so this is what it feels like to be cold. Still Xiao was stubborn and continued to push you away, "What happens to me has nothing to do with you. Now leave, or else."

"I-I can't do that!"

Xiao clicks his tongue in frustration. How annoying. This is why he dislikes meddling with meddlesome humans. But quite frankly, he wasn't sure how to handle your type of forwardness since most tend to back away. And so, Xiao does what he usually does, he ignores you and continues walking, eventually you'll give up on him anyway. However he hears a loud thump and whips around to see your body laying in the snow. The hours of travelling in the cave have seemed to caught up that you inevitably collapsed from exhaustion.

Knitting his evergreen brows together, Xiao lets out an irritable sigh.

...

You wake up to find the sky above your head and your coat draped over your shoulders like a blanket. Dawn was slowly rising above the distance valley, you figured it was around 4a.m in the morning. Rubbing your eyes, you eventually noticed a figure sitting across, admiring the sunrise.

"Ah it's you!"

Xiao jolts ever so slightly, peeking over his bare shoulders until you could see the sun's light casted against his golden irises. Did he stay here while you were asleep? Then, that would also mean he was also the one who carried you all the way up from sixty floors below.

“You're awake,” he noted flatly, “If that's the case, then I have no reason to stay here."

Of course, that wouldn't be the last time you saw him.

You were a tenacious human being, always so insistent in dragging him away from his lonesome personality. He resides in the forest and camps there for the time being (similar to Linus since they’re both homeless lol). But you’d always run in, DAILY and sometimes for the most stupid and mundane reasons. It could either be giving him the snacks you snatched off the table since Xiao refused to participate in parties, or fancy seashells you found on the beach. You didn’t want him to miss out on all those things of course! Although he responds with irritation, it was as if his words went through your ear and then out the other. His efforts were futile (however, he was slowly warming up without realizing).

He learns how easily his body reacts in the presence of food purely because he was hungry. You bring an extra set of blankets and pillows to his campsite when the ones you gave him wore out (he didn’t ask by the way). Xiao needed help whether he liked it or not since he no longer has his powers, hence he couldn't run away. He somehow ends up moving in to live on the small islands near your farm.

Xiao doesn't understand humans very much. Just as he was unable to understand how human emotions work. He was the almighty yaksha, Adeptus Xiao and a formidable beast that killed thousands in thousands of years, at least that's what he used to be. Even now he still has yet to figure out what he was or who he was exactly without a weapon to define his existence. He was made for battle but nowadays, he found himself watering plants, chopping down trees and throwing seeds to the chickens living in your coop. How did everything escalate to this? It baffles him, how much his life changed so drastically.

Haha, you’re Xiao of course! The greatest farming assistant I could ever have.

But above all else, the one thing Xiao couldn't understand among those universal questions, is you.

"Why are you doing all this?" Finally he asked. The urging thought had been persisting at the back of his mind ever since.

You stopped on your tracks and turned to look at him, tilting your head with a complexion made curious, "What do you mean? Ah, did I do something to bother you?"

"I didn't say that," Xiao interrupts abruptly, he folded his arms across his chest and shot you a deep contemplating gaze, " You're...incomprehensible. All I did was drag you out of that cave yet why are you so kind to me? Don't you think you're extending yourself too much just because of one little deed?"

Because to him, saving a life was the norm. He does it unconditionally just like you helped him with those same intentions. Except, Xiao had been pursuing corrupted souls behind the scenes all this time and expected nothing in return. Experiencing someone's gratitude was rather new.

You shook your head, "It wasn't small to me," a satisfactory smile melting onto your face, "I'm here at this very moment, feeling the wind against my skin and smelling the scent that nature carries, these are just the few things I cherish. It's thanks to you that I can still watch over grandpa's farm, that's why I don't feel like I'm overextending myself in any way," suddenly you beam at him, "At first I thought you were a scary person. Haha. Time flies so fast, it's amazing how much can happen in between."

"Hn, you're a simpleton. But that's not a bad thing..." he points out curtly yet softly, "Do as you wish, I won't stop you so feel free to call my name whenever you need my help. I'll be there."

Xiao also finds you to be very clumsy. He couldn't leave your side even for a minute. But that was a lie. He just grew very attached to you.

When you tell him that you've been going into the mines for a quest, he tells you that you're far from capable. So he teaches you how to wield a weapon properly. Xiao was a strict teacher and he intends to keep it that way, he wouldn’t even allow you to set foot in the mines until he finds you capable enough.

You were a meek yet optimistic person, yet you were also strong-willed.

For a place that wasn't his home, he felt it was. And he found that it was all in your presence. Those peaceful hours hiding inside the barn while a storm rages outside, you sit beside him while hugging a sheep close to your chest. Xiao learns how to feed some of them, he even brings seeds for your hen house too. If you were ever short on materials, Xiao would travel to the enchanted forest behind the wizard's tower and get them for you, no matter how late it was. Though if you went by yourself, he'd deliberately go with you despite your protest.

The minute Xiao realized how much he was attached to you, it was devastating. As if the claws of his karmic debt had come back, pulling him into the shadows once more. He was an adeptus with a contract and bound by his duty, he must choose between his god who saved him from a nightmare and you, the girl he fell for, showed him that the world was indeed a beautiful place, he was stuck in an equilibrium and he felt that the binds may even tear him apart if he kept resisting.

But when did he ever have a choice?

"Where are you going Xiao?"

When he heard your voice calling his name, the yaksha willingly pulled himself to a halt. His sunset eyes narrowing from guilt before it shuts with a trembling sigh out of his mouth. Why is it that you always appear during the moments where he desperately needs to get away from you? He planned to sneak out the door, making sure his footsteps were unheard while you slept. And by the time you woke up, he didn't have to face you, he wouldn't have to say goodbye. He won't. Even if what he was currently doing said otherwise. He will never hear himself say those words.

"Xiao?"

Yet, he cannot refuse you. Not now, not ever. You were breathtaken to see a type of expression that you never thought was possible for him to make. The creases that once formed between his slender brows, the heaviness he always carried in his expression was replaced by a sense of sentimentality. Before you could register what was happening, Xiao took his step towards the porch of your house, not once did he tear away from your attention. He slides his hand beneath your jaw and affectionately against your cheek, the fondness evident in his gaze that you almost felt imprisoned by it.

"You never fail to appear in the most inconvenient of times," He gives a weak smile, a smile that makes your heart swell. Despite how much you could drown in his honesty, you couldn’t help but feel there was something wrong, “No matter how many times I’ve tried to push you away.”

You don't know him. You don't know his history and what things he committed in the past. But as if you've known this whole time, Xiao couldn't picture you leaving him for those reasons.

“You’re gentle but you don’t let others put you down. You’re kind but you don’t allow it to be your weakness. I sometimes wonder how it is possible for anyone to be so forgiving?”

"I-I don’t understand why you’re this Xiao. Is something happening?”

He won’t tell you. He doesn’t see the reason why you need to know.

You wince when something poked the side of your neck and you realized it was a tranquilizer. You looked at Xiao with dismay, his face becoming hazier until your vision darkened and could no longer hold your own weight. Xiao caught you around the waist with one arm as you fell unconscious.

"How can you be so stupid...?"

But he speaks as if those words were meant for him.

Pulling your body closer to him, Xiao chains you down into a desperate embrace. A silent scream of desperation. His forehead pressed against the bent of your shoulder and the other arm rested his hand at the center of your back. He will relish in the shape of your body, memorizing every curve both perfections and flaws. The way you fit into his arms and the pleasant smell of nature that you taught him to love, this was the only remnant he was allowed to take. Every detail, he will remember it as if clinging to the last moments of his whole world.

If he was allowed to have a desire, let him meet you again. He prayed to a god, any god-- even if it meant damaging his oath, he will accept his punishment. He prayed to each star in the sky and if he must he'll pray to the devil himself, whatever it is, he will do it for you.

As he painfully lets go, Xiao lets his hand slide off your body until the last thing he felt was the very tips of your fingers. He settles you down gently into your bed. You belong here in this peaceful world, not the one riddled with monsters.

---

~Zhongli's Story~

The Skull Cavern was considered to be the most dangerous mine of Stardew Valley. It wasn't your intention to run into any trouble, all you wanted was to test your cool new galaxy sword on some easy monsters and then be on your merry way. At first.

Just one more floor. You say, before catching an arm sticking out a pile of rocks.

"I-Is that a person?!!!"

You dug as fast as you could, any time soon the mummies would wake up and start attacking. Quick quick! Moving the last rock, you saw the face of a young man, he was asleep but alive! and undeniably attractive oh wow *lip bite*. But despite your attempts of shaking him awake, it was fruitless and the monsters weren't waiting.

Taking out two warp totems, you raised it to the ceiling and chanted a teleportation spell.

It wasn't everyday that you brought a man to your house.

But when you did, he wouldn't be from a cave, six floors down and buried in a place filled with monsters.

"And this small black device you say is some form of communicator? That certainly is intriguing, never in my years have I heard of something so advanced."

However you were beginning to think otherwise. That this man would have been from the prehistoric ages who you managed to unbury after his thousand year slumber. Zhongli sits on the couch across from you while examining your smartphone, a term he claimed had been completely foreign. You were contemplating whether you should bother Harvey despite being past his work hour and book an emergency appointment to see if this man had a special case of amnesia.

You brushed the idea away. There was so much going on and nothing made sense, for now, you decided to settle this on your own.

"Uhm Zhongli is it?" you asked nervously, "Maybe you can try giving the name of a relative or someone you know. I can use the phonebook to see if I can find their number."

“Number?” He parroted.

You blinked a few times, making sure if you heard him correctly, “Yes, number. You know? To communicate?”

"I appreciate your kind gesture," Zhongli acknowledges in a polite manner, "But that won't be necessary. This device doesn’t seem to be at a level where it can communicate with the people from my homeland."

If he was travelling then how the hell did he end up in THE Skull Cavern is what I wanna know!

“T-Then if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"

Zhongli takes this moment to think of an answer, aware that if he blurted something out it would not have translated in the way he wanted. But you so kindly invited him to your humble household that he felt it would only be proper to owe you an explanation, "I suppose a land from afar."

You sweatdropped, "Suppose?"

"Yes. Although I won't spare you the details since this is not your burden to bear, it’s quite difficult for me to try and remember exactly what happened," Zhongli took his chin into his hand, fingers almost covering his mouth, "Perhaps I would need search for clues in order to refresh my memory."

Oh no he really does have amnesia!!

"A-Actually why don't I just call the local doctor, I'm sure he wouldn't mind giving you a hand," you say while taking your iPhone.

"A doctor? There's no need," dismissed Zhongli, "My condition is only a minor one and I do not think I'm in a position to afford medical assistance. Besides, you have done more than enough. May you find great fortune in your years Miss (Y/n), I shall be on my way."

He pushes himself up from the couch and you watch him cross towards the door. But just when he was about to reach the space of your carpet, Zhongli pulled to an abrupt stop.

"Ah yes,” He began as if remembering something, “ Do you happen to know where the nearest Inn is located? I would need to find a place to shelter for the time being."

"..."

This was how the former god ended up being your roommate. Like Xiao, Zhongli also takes upon a human form. He needed to eat, drink and a place to sleep. He insisted that he would take the couch as well as help you with any tasks that needed to be completed during the day.

You question if Zhongli was even aware of what situation he was currently in. Answer: HE WASN'T because Zhongli is an extremely dense man. To feel embarrassed was not part of his dictionary when living with a woman.

The type to take long showers. You always find the bathroom steaming because he doesn't turn on the fan to get rid of it (but maybe you should've taught him). So when it was your turn to use the shower, the water was either lukewarm or worst case scenario, cold.

Also he somehow finds your old kettle (that your grandfather used) to brew tea even though you told him you already had a water boiler. He stated that he liked doing things the old-fashioned way, it brings him a sense of nostalgia. You couldn't understand what he meant (unless you considered that he was older than he seemed....no that can’t be it!)

Despite it all, Zhongli was incredibly polite and considerate. Tending the farm was not an easy job and you often came home with sore muscles, fatigued from running so many errands. He's knowledgeable in terms of making the best herbal mix for a soothing remedy.

You would see a warm cup, every morning before going to work and every time you come home, it was sitting on the kitchen table (if his drink had potion effects, they would be regeneration).

Gentle he was but it wasn't good for your heart.

Ever since Zhongli moved in, it became difficult to live in your own house.

There were many situations where he caused trouble despite not intending to cause disruption to your daily routine. And when he did, the repairs came out of your own pocket. One time you opened your microwave to find thick ash and burnt cinders stuck upon the walls.The entire space was a hazard and needed to be dispensed immediately since Zhongli thought that plastic-wrapped items were allowed to be microwaved. Another incident, as bizarre as it sounded, was when your vacuum cleaner zoomed out of your house...and never came back. You remembered the awkward cough he gave when you shot him a deathly glare, hence why Zhongli was not allowed to touch your high-tech devices (if you considered them high-tech) without your permission.

Even so, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. It was the opposite in fact. One day, all the flaws you counted suddenly became his charms. You came to find them endearing almost.

Zhongli was a handsome man. He carried himself with a distinct aura that could only be found in the rarest geodes; revealing orestones mined from the depths of a forgotten cave, sometimes in the shape of exquisite artifacts-- a type of ancient charm. Perhaps that was why people were willing to obey his every command without hesitation. Whenever Zhongli spoke, it was full of firmness and authority yet somehow deprived of arrogance. He was polite to all and does not indulge in conflict despite how tempting gossip can be in modern society. Always patient during your temperamental moments and considerate to the point you wonder if he even had any desires. He was so kind that soon enough, you couldn't help but be flustered by his presence. Forget about having a conversation, maintaining his leveled gaze was already enough of a challenge. Like staring into the sun after the morning dew. So gentle and so very comforting. But the more you linger onto the sun, it's rays will continue to set ablaze, eventually bringing you pain.

And you feared that you have grown addicted to those feelings.

Why can't he understand?

Stopping at the center of the bridge, you kept your head low while letting the anger take form into your tightened fists. The town was empty with only the sound of water flowing beneath your feet, filling the heavy air. They rippled and swayed, peaceful amongst your inner turmoil. The fact that such a miniscule attribute was able to make your blood rise was hilariously pitiful. How did you stoop to a point that even nature, the very being you've tended for a living, could bring you bitterness? Were your feelings this uncontrollable? The answer was obvious. It spiraled, violently and mercilessly as if commanded by another. There was a wave of emotions filling your heart and you could almost feel yourself drowning from the inside. If only they were as tranquil as the ones you stood upon.

"I thought I would find you here."

The voice you dreaded calls from across and you fight to keep yourself from gasping. Oblivious to it all, Zhongli proceeds to close the distance until he towered over you, looking down to your bowed head, "When you hadn't returned home without a notice, I was getting worried if something had happened. But I'm glad that wasn't the case."

Your whole face clenches.

"Is something bothering you? If you would like, we can discuss it after eating dinner. Come, I have already prepared our meal while you were gone as well as turning off the rice cooker once finished. I hope it can ease your stress since I know it can be difficult maintaining a farm like this."

"Zhongli."

He blinks hard when the sound of his name falls out of your lips. Zhongli was an experienced observer and listener, he was able to catch the glimpse of frustration that dripped from the tone you used. Relaxing his poised shoulders, Zhongli carefully asked in a reserved manner, "Have I...done something to make you upset?"

A trembled breath escaped when you breathed out. Dense. He was so dense that sometimes it made you want to crack him open.

"Tell me..." you began, "Are you also like this with other women?"

The former god sets a brief sharp pause, "I beg your pardon?"

"I'm talking about the way you act, they're...giving me all these mixed signals. We've been living together for months, we even share meals together! And sometimes you would help me with the farm and when I didn't ask, you still insisted on tending to my needs when I felt sick. I just…” you trailed off, trembling ever so slightly, "It's all perfectly normal. You’re nice to everyone. I know that. I know that!"

"(Y/n)," Zhongli whispered. They sounded like a thousand needles to your heart.

"I doubt you have the intention to put me in this situation. You're a really great person Zhongli but I sometimes can't help feeling this isn't just some roommate thing you know?" closing your eyes, you thought of your past relationships, how they started and ended, "Do any of your actions mean anything to you? Do you know how it makes me feel? Or am I just overthinking this, that it was all one-sided this whole time?"

Alas the truth spills and the air stills, bringing the waves to a halt. Peace, tranquility, nothingness. That was all you wanted. That was all you heard. It was deafening.

"I see, so that's why," Zhongli mutters to himself with eyes narrowed, "There's...something I need to confess."

After several months, he tells you everything. How his memories returned, some of them were already intact. He told you about his homeland and his true identity, that he was a god that once ruled over Liyue for six centuries before giving away the gnosis.

The reason why he hadn't said anything until now was because there will be a day where Zhongli must depart and return to Teyvat. He was a god with a contract, the circumstance didn't matter, he must stay with it until the very end of time.

Through his years, Zhongli learned to cherish his finite moments. He didn't want to taint them with troubles to come. Thinking too far ahead into the future would only bring strain.

But what he didn't tell you was his true feelings. You were a sweet woman, tender and enthusiastic about agriculture, the way your feelings extend to the earth with grace whereas many others chose to trample over without hesitation, he fell deeply in love with that side of yours. You taught him many things and showed him many sides of humanity that he had never seen before. He even discovered an aspect of himself. Like breaking a geode, revealing the beauties held inside.

Zhongli couldn't look you in the eye when your expression was covered in disbelief. He thought he hid his feelings well but it seemed that he was expressing his love in subtle and subconscious ways that eventually drove you to fall for him as well. You didn't stop him when he left the bridge. He wasn't even in your house. He chose this, he chose to set you free from his heavy presence.

And as the weight started to lift from your shoulder, you sank to your knees and wept. It was cruel of him. To give you these emotions yet he could not bring himself to stay by your side. But your heart would not allow you to hate the man you love.

Things couldn't end this way. You had to say goodbye to him, see him one last time because if you didn't, these burdens will haunt you forever.

When Zhongli looked up to the sky he saw his ending drawing near.

Three days had passed since he last spoke with you and he had no plans in seeing you again. Soon, the former god will return to his rightful place. Even though he had already given his gnosis to the Cryo Archon as Liyue already began to enter a new era, it seems that his decisions weren't his to make as he was born in a world where stars ruled above the archons. Fate-- they won't allow it. He does not belong here. If there was one thing Zhongli regretted during his time in your world, it was that he couldn't leave you a good memory before taking his departure. The sight of your large glassy eyes and quivering lips when he crushed you with the truth, he sincerely believed that they would haunt him much more than it probably did to you. But perhaps things would be easier if you despised him. Because if he had stayed and you came to forgive him, he would no longer have the strength to let go.

Despite it all love was indeed a selfish creature. He couldn't help but feel resentment towards the stars for bringing you into his life in such a mockingly sweet manner. They tied him with a contract, made him vow to his own beliefs and tested them by using you-- a bystander struck between the crossfire, eventually bringing you down into the depths of his battlefield and he thought that maybe...maybe there was hope that he could bring you with him as well.

How disgraceful for a god to let the devil tempt him so.

Zhongli was thankful that you weren't beside him. Otherwise he would dance with the ugly hope of a slim chance for you to come along. This was the best choice. It was for his-- your own good.

"Zhongli!"

The arch of his lined eyes shot upwards. As if fate had decided to give him one final test, he felt your small figure crash into him from behind and your arms coming to hug around his waist, tightly and fearfully that he felt like you would be the one who would slip away instead.

"I...I made it time," you panted, burying your nose into his clothed back, "I’m so glad...I'm so glad you're still here…!"

Your cry of relief was a thunder to his ears, a reminder that he was the main cause. Zhongli, casted by solemn smile, lifts his hand to cover over yours and grasped onto them, I'm here, he wishes to say. Yet he knew they were only temporary promises, "To come all this way despite everything that has happened. You foolish girl..."

"It's your fault Zhongli, I'm a fool because I love you! It's all your fault that I have to say goodbye," You grit your teeth as the tears fell down your face until it blended into his clothes, "Take me with you. Please. Don't leave me all alone…!"

The words he wanted to say melted into a silent gasp through parted lips. Zhongli merely clenched them back together and his hand on your hand, even tighter. He won't lie to you. At the very least, let his actions speak for him where he himself could not.

Take me with you.

Don't leave me alone.

Goodbye.

If it is fated Morax...we will meet again.

"I see," letting his thoughts echo in his mind from the distant memories, the former god begins to take a new perspective upon his wisdom, "For many years, I have experienced countless farewells from the people I've come to known," Zhongli reminisced, tilting his head back with his golden eyes against night, as if searching for some sort of answer, "And yet I never thought what it must have felt like being in their position."

"Zhongli…" you trailed off, "Then don't! I may not know everything about you but it doesn't have to be this way. At least, just answer me this, will I ever see you again?"

"I'm sorry (Y/n)," he apologized and you knew the answer. He gently pries your arms off him, turning around so he could swipe the corner of your eyes dry. There was a glowing reverence in his countenance, one that he reserved for you and only you, it was the only way for him to express the feelings that run deep in his heart, "I cannot thank you enough for coming into my life. If there will be a day when I erode from your memories, I truly hope that you will find someone more suitable than I."

"That's ridiculous," defiantly, refusedly, you protest, "No one can replace you."

Zhongli laughs sadly as the white halo outlines his whole figure, signaling that there wasn't much time left. He wonders if there was anything he could do in his last moments, a small token, something, it could even be as small as a single star in the sky, "If it is fated...we will meet again."

You watch him turn transparent until he slipped from your grasp. No longer was the man, only the dust being one with the sky. They shone brilliantly but you were left in the darkness.

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rayofsunas · 4 years

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s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genhsin impact scenarios #albedo #albedo x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Partner

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil Biohazard) x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Spoilers for Resident Evil 8:Village, Swearing, Mentions of injury

Genre: Angsty Fluff, Comfort

Summary: Following the final battle in the Dimitrescu Castle, Ethan is surprised to stumble upon a person who witnessed the whole debacle, offering him a safe place to patch up his wounds and rest for a little while.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! So sorry you’ve had to wait so long but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

“That was...something else.“ Ethan Winters mutters to himself as he limps his way out of the Dimitrescu Castle which is now vacant in terms of residence - his doing. He killed Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters, all arguably in self defense and with little guilt to follow. However, plenty of trauma’s definitely attached to him following the horrific events he had to go through and the things he had to see between the walls of those luxurious rooms hiding dark secrets of the vampires who took pleasure in torturing people, and wreaking havoc over the villagers who feared them.

“At least they won’t hurt anyone any longer.“ He tells himself, giving the monster of a structure one final look before he continues back towards the center of the village where he’s gonna rethink what he’s got to do next, gather his bearings, take a breath and keep going. He has no other option but to keep going, he won’t allow himself to quit no matter what danger he faces. In his mind, he’s convinced himself that he’s already seen the worst, it’s easier on him that way, it suppresses the fear he’d feel otherwise. The last thing he wants is to think what’s in store for him ahead, he’d rather focus on what’s up to him to do next.

“And we can’t thank you enough.“

The sudden presence of an unfamiliar voice startles him, causing him to whip out his gun and point it in the direction it came from. However, he quickly finds his deadly tight grip loosening ever so slightly because he realizes he’s pointing the barrel at a very human-looking and seemingly harmless person.

“Who are you? Who’s ‘we’?“ Ethan still refuses to let his guard down though, just cause it may not be a life or death situation, doesn’t mean this person won’t bring him trouble and Lord knows that’s the last thing he needs right now.

On instinct, the person takes a step back, “I speak on the behalf of all the remaining villagers. I mean, it was only a matter of time before we too became victims in the Dimitrescu Castle basement. I was next, actually, but the commotion you created allowed for me to escape. I owe you my life, foreigner.“ The speak hurriedly and in a hushed tone, as if the fear of their torturers overhearing them still lives within them despite the monsters being deceased.

“Glad I could help you.“ He nods curtly, remaining at the distance of seven feet between them, “My name’s Ethan Winters by the way.“

They give him the tiniest of smiles, “Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you.” Their gaze gives him a quick onceover, assessing the damage the horrors of the castle have inflicted on him. Their eyes widen in shock at the many bleeding wounds all over his body but what appears to rattle them most is the severe injury that’s causing his limp as well as the missing finger - a poorly wrapped would that has surprisingly not started getting infected yet. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, but I don’t trust you to take care of yourself either. I live in that windmill over there in the outskirts, come with me, I’ll help you with...well, with all that. You seem rather hopeless at medical care.”

While he could refuse their offer, he wouldn’t be able to deny the fact that they’re right - he knows the basics of first aid, but his injuries are far too gone for simple first aid, especially when taken into account that he doesn’t even have any supplies. How he’s not died from blood loss is a surprise to him as much as it is to them.

“What’s my guarantee you won’t turn on me?“ He finally asks after a decent amount of time contemplating it.

They shrug, “You have none. But, you have the guarantee that if I turn on you, you’ll be the one coming out of that altercation alive.” Their gaze sizes up the guns he’s got on him, emphasizing their point.

Suddenly, Ethan feels sorta ridiculous - after all, guns or no guns, he could probably take on them easily with just his knife. Regardless, no one can blame him for being cautious. “Fine.“ He mutters, “But please don’t turn on me, I’ve already had one hell of a day.“

Y/N nods, motioning for him to follow them, “I promise I won’t.”

* * *

“Wow, what a back-stabber! Some friends you have, Winters.“ Y/N comments as they set down a cup of tea on the small wooden table in front of the freshly patched up Ethan.

Turns out, he made the right move by trusting them - they used to be the village’s main nurse until it all went to hell and they went to hide in the shadows of their windmill where they, as evidenced, still are today. That being said, not only did they have all the necessary equipment to fix him up, but they also had the skills and knowledge needed to use that equipment.

“There are those friends who borrow money from you and never pay you back and there are those who shoot your wife randomly while you two are trying to have dinner. Two types of friends out there really.“ He sighs, his tired, a thousand yard stare following the path of the steam levitating from the cup that’s been placed in front of him. “I have no time to dwell on that right now though. My daughter is in grave danger and I have no idea where I should even start looking for her.“

Y/N sits down on a chair opposite his, “Well, you’ve already defeated one of the village Lords looking for Rose, process of elimination should reveal where she is - wherever she is, it has to be one of the Lords’ residence. Mother Miranda trusted Lady Dimitrescu most so it’s a wonder why she wasn’t there, but then again, Heisenberg’s factory is damn near impenetrable, one cannot enter unless he wants them to so she could have entrusted her precious cargo to him.”

“How do I get to that fucker?“ Ethan tightens his hand into a fist, squeezing so tightly his knuckles turn white. There’s so much within him, so much that’s happened to him, so much in such a short amount of time and he’s had no time to deal with any of it. He’s a volcano waiting to erupt, but he has to do so at the right time - in front of the right danger to show he’s not hopeless or weak as his opponent may think. “Where do I find him?“

“He’s in the outskirts too just on the other side of the village.“ They sigh, regretting every word they are saying since they know they are just feeding him information on how to get himself in the worst kind of danger he’s probably ever been in. “That key you have, it’s not complete to access his quarters yet. By the looks of it...“ they observe the key Ethan has placed on the table, “You can only get to Lord Donna Beneviento’s estate, and I wouldn’t suggest heading there before you heal at least a bit more. Her and her dolls are a real nightmare. Of course, I haven’t experienced it for myself, but the stories are enough to get an idea.“

“So you’re telling me I have to waste my time with the little fish before I can finally get to Rose? You know how long that’ll take? You know how long she’ll have to be at the mercy of a fucking lunatic until I can finally save her?!“ Ethan snaps, banging his fist against the table, bad idea considering his hand’s been just patched up. The impact sends a jolt of pain up his arm that makes him hiss.

“I get it, I understand, Ethan. But you are a lot less likely to get to your daughter if you’re dead, you know.“ Y/N cautiously explains, their eyes narrowing a bit as they wait for the pearl white bandages to soak crimson, sighing in relief when they don’t. “Speaking of how likely you may or may not be to get to her on time, I’d also have to mention your odds would be significantly higher if you were to receive help from someone else. You’d need someone to have your back throughout all the shit you’re about to go through, especially Heisenberg’s factory where two eyes are not enough to track each and every threat that might pounce at you.“

Calmer now, Ethan gives them a puzzled look, “What are you suggesting?“

“I’m suggesting - well, I’m offering you my partnership.“ They explain, watching his expression change to one of knowing and understanding. “Of course, you’d have to give up one of those guns and hand it down to me, but I think that’s a small price to pay in exchange for an extra pair of eyes and limbs to guard and help you.“

Ethan’s first instinct is to decline. He can’t afford to see another person dying around him or because of him, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. But then again, just like he had no guarantee they wouldn’t turn on him, he has none that they’ll die. Of course, he’ll do everything in his power to keep them and himself alive and they don’t seem like they are in it to half-ass it either. Quite the contrary, they seem perfectly determined and ready to face the same shit he’s about to.

“What do you get in return?“ He asks, his gaze suspiciously measuring each line on their face to gauge their true intentions. He’s a complete stranger to them, they’d have no reason to be this selfless for him, it’s obvious they are aiming at something bigger.

Y/N scoffs, leaning back in their chair with a small bitter smile on their face, their gaze resting on the tabletop and avoiding his, “You really wanna know? I want my revenge - revenge for what they did to this village, to me, to so many people I cared about and to those I didn’t even know. But...” they trail off, pausing to sigh out a heavy sigh before continuing, “But I also wanna redeem myself. I knew I should’ve done all in my power to stop them when their havoc was still on the rise, I knew I should’ve done more, but I didn’t. And now I’ll die trying.”

“You won’t die.“ He says sharply, barely a second after the last word left their lips, “I won’t allow it.“ He adds, taking a bit of the edge off his voice.

Their eyes come up to meet his, searching for what he means, “Does that mean...“

“It sure does, partner.“ Within the blink of an eye, his pistol is on the table, fully loaded and free for their taking, “You just give a green light and we’re off.“

Y/N lets out a sound between a laugh and a gasp as their hands quickly wrap around the gun, looking at it in disbelief before whispering a quick ‘thank you’. Ethan allows them to marvel at it for a bit longer but they don’t wait another second. “Get your ass up, Winters. We have monsters to kill.”

He needn’t be told twice

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