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actiniumwrites · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

synopsis: in which you friendzone them to protect your feelings, ignorant to the way they feel about you

characters: diluc, xiao, and kaveh x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, , slight swearing (i think), mentions of alcohol/ being drunk, spoilers for kaveh’s backstory, kaveh’s part is actually so long i’m so sorry

notes: got the idea for this out of the blue, but really liked it! i had a lot of fun writing these and would honestly be down to make a part two if you guys want it. also kaveh’s part was written before he was officially released this patch, so if anything is inaccurate, i apologize!

Diluc:

When Diluc had asked you to attend an event at his house in honor of the winery, you hadn’t expected it to be so extravagant. Though, perhaps it was because it was the first time you had ever been to his house. Either way, you were in awe at the sheer luxuriousness everything seemed to possess.

“Wow, I seriously cannot believe you’ve never invited me to your house before,” you tease as your eyes glanced around the room. The dining table was huge and lined with various dishes you didn’t even know existed. Not to mention what the entire house looked like in general. You were too scared to touch anything in fear of it breaking.

“I did invite you over — several times, if you can recall. But according to you, you’re just so busy you never have the time,” the red haired male corrected you as he moved slightly behind you to guide you across the room, shoulders bumping together every so often.

“Well if I had known you were living like this maybe I would’ve made the time,” you joked, intentionally bumping your shoulder into his as you threw a smile toward him. His eyes averted themselves from your face and smiled off into the distance, completely ignoring your jests about his wealth.

The two of you had continued to joke around with each other playfully as he walked you around his house to give you a tour of sorts. You had noticed all the people around as you walked, all laughing and enjoying the delicious food and wine Diluc had provided. Even Kaeya was here, you noted to your own surprise, seemingly catching up with some of the maids.

“Oh, I almost forgot, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Diluc interrupted your moment to observe. His hand moved to the lower half of your back to guide you in the direction of blonde haired woman in maid attire. Your hand shook hers as Diluc introduced her to you, “This is Adelinde, the head housemaid of the winery.”

You smiled and told her your name, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Diluc’s best friend.”

“Oh,” she said strangely, as if you had said something wrong. Almost seamlessly, Adelinde covered up her tone as she spoke again, “Ahem, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Please do enjoy yourselves tonight and let me know if you need anything.”

Diluc cleared his throat and put his hand around your shoulders as you said your goodbyes. Although, the second she was out of your sights, he dropped it, “So, how about some food?”

You hesitated, sensing something was wrong. His smile looked stiff, like it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. You could almost sense desperation within his tone, like he didn’t want you to start your usual interrogation when you thought something was wrong, “Oh um, sure.”

He walked you over to the table standing next to your side, but didn’t dare to put a hand on you like usual. It wasn’t something you often paid any attention toward, but now it just felt weird — cold even.

“I’ll go grab you some fresh wine from the cellar, take whatever you’d like,” Diluc said quickly before rushing away. Your brow furrowed as you watched him disappear from your sight.

“What’s with the frown?” a silk voice asked. Your eyes snapped up to meet the blue haired man you knew to be Diluc’s brother, Kaeya.

“Long time no see, Kaeya,” you said, turning your attention back to the food as you served yourself a plate. Kaeya grabbed one too and began filling it as well.

“Oh, you should try these, they’re delicious,” he said as he placed a small dessert on your plate, “but don’t tell Diluc I said that. Can’t have him thinking I like his baking or anything.”

He continued as he grabbed himself another glass of wine off the table next to the food, “Anyway, what’s up with the gloom expression? Don’t tell me Diluc hurt your feelings?”

“No,” you grumble. It had been awhile since you had last seen Kaeya. Not that it was on purpose, because honestly, you never had a problem with him like Diluc did. Time just didn’t seem to allow the two of you to meet aside from a few times a year. “If anything, it was the other way around. Problem is, I don’t know what I did.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, Diluc is very fond of y—“

“Kaeya. Leave them alone,” Diluc interrupts with an annoyed look, shooing Kaeya away. Kaeya leaves without a word. A sly expression was on his face, hoping you would catch on to what he was trying to tell you.

Diluc held the bottle of wine in front of him, silently offering you some. You nodded your head and he poured you a glass before making another excuse to walk off again. The same thing seems to happen a few more times before you reach the end of the night. What had started off as a fun event for the two of you to enjoy, seemed to trickle into nothing but misery for the both of you.

The walk home was quiet. Honestly, you weren’t even sure why he had offered to walk you home if he was just going to stay silent the entire time, “You didn’t have to walk me home if you’re just gonna have to walk all the way back, y’know?”

“It’s fine,” he said curtly, not even making eye contact with you, “I have to go to Angel’s Share anyway. There’s some paperwork I have to pick up.”

“Oh.”

It’s silent again for the next ten minutes of the walk. It isn’t until you’re approaching the bridge to the city that you speak up again, “Diluc?”

“Yeah?”

You sighed and stopped walking, “Listen…did I maybe, I don’t know, say or do something to upset you? Because if I did, I’m really sorry and I just want things to not be awkward between us.”

You could tell he was contemplating not answering you by the frustrated expression on his face. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally spoke, still staring somberly off into the distance, “Answer this honestly. What are we? What is this?” His hands gestured between you and him as he spoke. His tone is rushed and there’s bitterness behind it.

“Well, we’re friends…aren’t we?” you carefully asked, almost questioning yourself.

“That’s the problem,” Diluc finally cracked, “I don’t want to be just friends. This entire time I thought that maybe there was something more than that between us…but I suppose I was wrong.”

Your eyes widened and your hands moved to grip tightly around his own before he could walk away from you again, “Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve told you I felt the same if you had just, I don’t know? Said something about it? How was I supposed to know you had feelings for me?”

“I’m sorry, what? So you do feel the same way?”

You put two and two together and a teasing smiled made it’s way back to your face,“Archons, was this all because I introduced myself as your best friend to Adelinde?”

“What? No, of course not,” Diluc adamantly denied your accusation. He grabbed your hand and began to pull you away while you burst out laughing at the realization, “You’ve had too much to drink.”

“No! I barely drank anything, you liar,” you punched his shoulder, “Admit it, you were upset you got friendzoned and —“

Diluc turned around swiftly, pulled you toward him and placed his lips on yours within a matter of seconds, effectively shutting you up. His fingers interlocked with yours as he pulled away and began to walk you to your house. When you arrived at your doorstep, you turned around and placed one final kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you smiled. Diluc looked away again, failing to resist the smile that tugged at his lips. It was the first time Diluc had been genuinely happy in a long time.

He smiled as he turned away from your house to leave, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Xiao:

Xiao felt his heart racing when he heard your voice calling his name from somewhere in Liyue. Somewhere he couldn’t pinpoint. There was pain in it, and Xiao hated when you said his name in any way that wasn’t positive.

“Xiao! Please,” he heard you call out again, this time more pained than the last. The sound of your cries echoed in his ears and a feeling of his own pain surrounded his heart.

A few seconds longer and you could’ve ended up dead. It’s all Xiao could think about when he finally made it to you, heavily breathing in and out from how scared he was to lose you.

You were covered in bruises and bathed in blood — whether or not it was your own, he wasn’t sure. Your eyes were half shut and your head was leaned back in relief at the sight of him. Several abyss mages of varying elements lie dead on the ground around you. Your polearm lay amongst them, cracked in half and dented all over.

Xiao spotted your vision a few feet away, anemo like his own. He gathered it quickly alongside your polearm before securing it on him so he could pick you up. Once his arms were wrapped carefully around you, he didn’t hesitate to teleport away and back to the inn.

“Here, lay down,” he spoke curtly. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he moved across the room to fetch his medical supplies. This wasn’t the first time he had to treat your injuries, but it wasn’t often that it was this bad.

Xiao worked quickly with your injuries, it was effortless and he was careful not to hurt you. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was racing out of control the entire time. Not only was there left over anxiety from when you had first called for him, but it had carried over and made itself at home as he worked away at your injuries. There was too much red oozing out of your body and the bruises were only growing.

What if he hadn’t gotten there on time? What if he was only a few seconds later? What if he hadn’t heard you call out for him?

“Archons, I am feeling so much better,” you interrupted his poisonous thoughts. Your leg was lifted into the air as you inspected the bandages wrapped around it and all the bloodied rags that sat beside you on the floor.

Xiao’s eyes hardened for a moment while looking over you, an unreadable expression within them, “Please do not get injured like this again.”

Contrary to his eyes, yours softened and you took his hand in yours, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just—“

“It’s fine,” he cut you off when he began to feel weird, not used to people caring about his feelings. Xiao helped you up and out of the bed, his arms wrapped around yours to keep you stable as he walked you to the bathroom counter to finally change out of your bloodied clothes.

Your face was close to his as you spoke, “No, Xiao, really. I can’t thank you enough for all the times you’ve helped me out and even allowed me to help you. You just mean so much to me and I’m so lucky to have you as a friend.”

‘So lucky to have you as a friend’

It echoed in his mind over and over again, more than the voices of his late yaksha friends. For once, another source of pain had finally outmatched his past.

You didn’t see him how he saw you.

Xiao felt his body go cold at the realization. He remained oddly silent as he helped you to the bathroom, not even bothering to give you a response or so much as a simple nod. As soon as you were actually in the bathroom, he backed up immediately and nodded before mumbling something about needing to take care of some other stuff. He had even disappeared before you could utter a goodbye.

Not returning for hours was something you were used to when it came to Xiao. He wasn’t social at all, and that was something you readily accepted when you first offered to become friends with him — even if he declined over and over again.

But hours turned into days and days turned into a week. Xiao hadn’t returned since that night you were injured.

You weren’t sure what happened to him. Maybe he was hurt while out protecting, or maybe he was just in one of those weird social slumps again. But when Xiao finally ran into you one day, it was undeniably awkward between the two of you.

“Xiao?” you urgently called out to him, a mix of worry and shock in your voice, “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied bluntly, eyes barely looking at yours. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but there.

You squinted your eyes, analyzing him carefully, “That’s it? I haven’t seen you for a week! I get injured and then all of the sudden you just freak out and leave? It doesn’t make any sense. Listen, if something happened, you can tell—“

“Nothing happened. I said I’m fine,” he cut you off before turning his body and grabbing his polearm, ready to teleport off like he always did. You quickly grabbed his arm before he could though, a tight grip that wasn’t painful but made sure he couldn’t escape.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“Ugh, could you stop holding my hand like that.”

“Huh?” Your phase morphed into shock, confused as to why he suddenly cared about you holding his hand. You’d done it in the past, so it wasn’t like it was anything new to him. Besides, you were always careful not to do anything to freak him out.

“If we are just friends, then I do not want you holding my hand like that,” Xiao said before pulling his hand from yours with a harsh sigh.

“Wait, what?” you asked quickly before he could leave, “What does this have to do with us being friends?”

Xiao stared blankly at you for a few seconds, like he was contemplating whether or not he should speak again, until finally, he confessed, “The other day…you thanked me for being such a good friend. That is not what I want.”

A pang hit your chest and a tiny prick rippled behind your eyes at his confession, “You don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“Huh? Why would you think such idiotic things? No— I mean yes, I do want to be your friend. But I do not want to be…just friends,” Xiao explained. His cheeks were beginning to turn red and his eyes averted even more. He was nervous, you finally realized.

“You…you have feelings for me? Xiao, you should’ve told me. Avoiding me for a week straight wasn’t cool, you know?”

Xiao nods and crosses his arms, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer until you added on, “I have feelings for you too. I really like you, Xiao. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were just a friend, but I also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off or something.”

“It’s okay,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper. His hand twitched before it quietly reached for your own and took it in his. His grip was firm, like he was scared you would leave.

“Xiao?” You grabbed his attention when you noticed his eyes falter, like he still couldn’t quite grasp the reality of your feelings.

“Yes?”

“I really like you, okay? I don’t want you to ever think otherwise.”

Kaveh:

“Kaveh! Look at this!” your smile lit up as you dragged Kaveh toward a merchant selling various little trinkets. Kaveh willingly followed, idiotically smiling behind you at your childlike excitement. His hand tightly gripped around yours to ensure you wouldn’t go too far or get separated from him.

The two of you had decided to take a greatly needed break after working for hours upon hours each day for the past two weeks on a shiny new blueprint for a brand new Akademiya research center in the desert. The complications of what the research required versus the heat in the desert and its effect on the lab materials was making it difficult to come up with a practical, yet complex enough lab for the researchers. The headache it had brought upon the two of you was no joke, and you had finally realized that a break was the only thing that would get you through the block you were collectively stuck in.

“Hello, dears,” the old woman spoke gently, a bright smile on her face that perfectly creased her eyes. She had an immensely warm aura to her and you couldn’t help but match her smile. Kaveh glanced to you, a small smile gracing his own face as his cheeks turned slightly pink. He couldn’t help it after he saw how good you looked today.

“So,” you started, eyes bouncing around to each and every item she had to sell, “How long has your shop been open? Everything here looks so beautiful!”

“Oh, why thank you, dear! It’s been open for nearly two decades now. It is indeed strange to see how much time has passed,” she answered happily, reminiscing on the early days of her shop. She had told you how she opened it with her husband, but how he had long since passed, to which Kaveh and you had offered your respects.

Your eyes danced over all the trinkets again, but you couldn’t help but notice the little figurines that looked like creatures from your childhood. You couldn’t quite place where you knew them from, but you picked it up regardless and fidgeted with it before turning to Kaveh, “I think I’m gonna get this one, what do you think?”

“It’s cute,” he said with a gentle smile, admiring the little blue plant like figure in your hand, “I think I’ll get one in red.”

You finished paying the kind woman for your purchases and thanked her dearly once the two of you were done. The conversation had continued a little while afterward, with both you and Kaveh intrigued in the stories she kindly shared with you.

The sun was beginning to near its setting time, you noticed. The blues were fading to oranges and reds and the air was beginning to get a little colder, signaling the night was on its way.

“Thank you again,” you told her, “These are really nice, I’ll be sure to place them in my workroom so I can see it everyday!”

“Oh, that’s awfully kind of you, dear. I must say, I admire the way you treat everyone as your friend. It’s truly a rare quality to find in someone these days,” she gushed.

“Thank you! I really just try to make everyone feel comfortable and welcome,” you explained before you said your goodbyes. The woman said her goodbyes too, telling the two of you to visit her again sometime soon and tell her all about the architectural work you guys do.

Kaveh nearly stopped in his tracks as he processed the conversation the two of you just had. You hadn’t even caught the hesitation in his voice or the sudden change in his mood.

You treat everyone like that?

“Ugh, she was so nice, wasn’t she?” you rambled, but Kaveh was only half listening. Not that you had noticed that either.

“Oh, uh, yeah!” he blurted out, not entirely sure that he had even heard you correctly. His eyes followed the pattern of his shoes pressing against the floor as he swung the bag next to him back and forth, lost in thought. You didn’t question him once.

It was quiet for the rest of the walk aside from you announcing that you were tired and were going to check in for the night. Kaveh had agreed and walked you home all while hoping that you wouldn’t notice his sudden quietness.

If Kaveh was being honest, his brain felt like it was spiraling out of control.

One moment he’s walking around with you all day, enjoying his time off. And the next, he can’t stop replaying a silly conversation with an old woman who he barely knew.

The worst part is, he couldn’t help but take it personally. Being treated like he was on a pedestal and then having it ripped away is something Kaveh is used to, but he never thought he would have to go through it with you.

You made him feel special, like one of a kind. The way your eyes always lit up so brightly when you greeted him at work everyday. The way you hugged him when you were feeling down and no one else. The way you always treated him to food and drinks without ever asking him to pay you back because you knew he was struggling — and not once did you ever make him feel bad about it. The way you would jump to hold his hand when you got excited about something or when you were scared when lightning would strike.

You never did any of those things with anyone else. But all this time, you made everyone feel like they were your friend, like they were special in their own way. For all he knew, you did little things like that with everyone and made them feel like one of a kind too. Maybe Kaveh was nothing, he thought, maybe he was really just like everyone else. Just your friend and nothing more.

Kaveh bowed his head to his chest when he arrived home, his hand leaned forward to support himself as he felt the tears coming on. Being emotional or overdramatic was something Alhaitham had always criticized him for, but you? You always taught him to embrace it and let what he was feeling out. You had helped him with so much of his life and moving on toward bigger and better things, but now he couldn’t help but feel bitterness in his heart.

The keys in the blonde’s hand returned back to his pocket almost immediately after retrieving them. His palm dragged down the gray wall of Alhaitham’s house and back to his side. Kaveh couldn’t bear to enter his own home, not at this hour with such painful thoughts in his mind. Alhaitham would probably nag him anyway, and he really didn’t feel like dealing with his cruel words tonight — and Kaveh never liked when they were about you. You didn’t deserve that, even if it was just a joke.

And so he returned to the tavern once more in his life. Drinking away his problems was unhealthy, you had told him, but right now he didn’t care. You weren’t here and there was no one around to stop him from throwing back drink after drink. It had been a long time since Kaveh had been truly drunk, but today was enough to turn him away from sobriety.

“Kaveh. Get up.” A voice echoed painfully in his ears.

“[Name]?” he mumbled out incoherently as he blindly reached toward the figure in front of him. Their hand swatted his away before swooping under to pick him up. Kaveh mumbled your name a few more times, desperately trying to figure out what was happening.

“Why are you at the Tavern, Kaveh? Have you not learned your lesson about drinking?”

Oh. That’s who it was. Kaveh should have known by the sharpness in the voice or the annoying familiarity it held.

“Alhaitham? Get off of me,” he tried pushing the Scribe away. Alhaitham didn’t budge as he slammed a few bills on the table and carried Kaveh out of the Tavern. Lambad waved him off, but thanked him for taking care of the architect.

Your name continued to slur from his mouth, blending together into what almost sounded like gibberish. Not to mention the near beating Alhaitham had endured as he carried Kaveh around Sumeru.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t expected a knock at your door at nearly two in the morning.

“Alhaitham? What’s going on? Why do you have Kaveh?” you quickly questioned. Alhaitham shoved Kaveh toward you, a pained groan falling from his lips as he fell into you. The Scribe explained the situation to you. How he had never seen Kaveh come home that night, but later found him at Lambad’s Tavern drinking himself to death as he cried to the sound of your name.

You could only muster a silent nod out, confused but entirely willing to take care of Kaveh. You cared a lot for him after all. Alhaitham had shown himself out afterward, telling you to drop him back off tomorrow so he won’t bother you too much with all his whining. You breathed out a strained laugh and then shut the door before you turned your attention back to Kaveh and helped him to your couch.

“Kaveh?” you asked gently as you tucked a blanket over his shivering body. Teary red eyes stared back at you blankly, refusing to answer. You sighed and then nodded, accepting he may not have been willing to tell you anything. And although you had never outright admitted it, drunk Kaveh was not someone you enjoyed dealing with, “If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you.”

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t help me anyway,” he scoffed and turned away like a child who just got told they couldn’t have their favorite toy. You wanted to say your patience was wearing thin, but honestly, you could never truly be mad at Kaveh.

“Kaveh.”

It was silent for a moment. You could only see about half of Kaveh’s face as he buried the other half in the side of the couch with his hair covering parts of his eyes. The quiver of his lip, however, was not amiss to you. Neither was the quiet sniffle or the tears that gently slid down his face.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered to you, voice cracking as a hand quickly moved to his mouth to muffle his cries. He hoped you didn’t hear, but he knew you weren’t stupid.

“It’s not nothing. You’re hurt, Kaveh,” you rubbed his back. Kaveh leaned into your touch and brought his head up to meet your eyes.

Teary eyes stared into yours and he sighed before speaking, giving into you like he wished he always could have, “I thought I was more than just a friend to you. But I was stupid and I realized today that I’m not any more special than anyone else. You treat me just like you treat everyone else because you’re so kind and caring and— Archons, I am so stupid to believe that we were ever more than that.”

Kaveh paused before he spoke again, voice shakier than before, “I really don’t want you to leave, but I get it if you want to or if you don’t want to be friends anymo—”

Your lips were on his before he could finish his sentence. When you pulled back, you noticed his eyes widened like he had sobered up all at once, “You are special to me, Kaveh. I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t.”

Kaveh smiled as a few more tears spilled out of his eyes, “You really mean it?”

“With my whole heart.”

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succubusonthedoorstep · 2 years ago

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❥ A Stranger No Longer.

princess!blackfem reader x sorcerer!gojo

Word Count... 4.8k

Warnings… Pussy worship, reader has nipple piercings, cheating, a dead marriage, an implied orgy, outdoor sex, reader is a sex symbol, explicit language and smut, mentioned blood pact, squirting, biting, fingering, oral sex (f!recieving) cum eating, mention of sex swings, reader teasing, breeding.

Author’s Notes… This fic will have a part two! I had a lot of fun writing this, period pieces keep me in a chokehold. Please reblog, like, and follow! I have a few more works in progress my doves <3

The bets were placed on your wedding.

It wasn’t every day an Empress’ daughter got married. Your marriage had been anticipated since you were eighteen when your Mother decided you were to be married by your twenty-first year.

You went on to endure suitor’s offers and flirtations for two years. The glances at your chest, wandering hands, and cheesy lines men told you soon became exhausting—echoes in your ears. Old, decrepit men approached you with chapped lips and wrinkled fingers.

One of them even managed to marry you a year ago.

“Artists should follow you, my Princess,” An elderly man said, offering his hand. You politely placed your gloved hand in his and watched as he kissed the small diamond ring on your left pinky, nothing compared to the rock on the finger next to it. “You are always the picture of perfection.”

“Thank you, Sir. It’s a pleasure to see you at these soirées.” A fake, bright smile passed on your face, for you knew where this conversation was going.

“Likewise!” He responded, his hand still holding yours as he pulled away from kissing your ring.

“The thought of you keeps my bed warm, my precious. I have to come back and visit to see you sometimes.”

Your stomach turned. The yellow grin on his lips made you rather want to chew glass than be here for another minute.

‘Mother needs to stop inviting these fucking sickos to these parties,” you grunted to yourself, tearing your hand away from the old man and gracefully adjusting your glove back into place.

“I’m not interested.” You immediately shut down, the man persisting.

“It still works, I promise. I’ll keep your womb full-“

You chose to ignore him, already beginning to walk down the hallway of the palace and back to the party.

With everyone in high society at this soirée, you couldn’t afford to have your mother upset with you over a man who couldn’t keep it in his pants. After years of dealing with it, you learned it was best to keep it direct and short.

You found yourself back at the royal table, high above the dance floor in its own section of the dining room. It seemed the maids had moved tables to make room for drunk guests (who ignored the grand ballroom a few doors down) to dance and mingle.

High above the sea of bodies, you watched the party slowly evolve from a sway of bodies to something of a more debaucherous nature.

This is what your mother was known for.

The late night hours of the Empress’ soirées were a legend across your kingdom. Tales of the parties included rooms full of sex swings with a reversible floor, (in case things get messy) a thirteen-person orgy where blood pacts were taken, and a grand “breeding event” that was organized to encourage the next line of royal babies. It worked.

Tonight had no specific theme, but the warmth in the summer air encouraged the drunk partygoers to do what they expected of the party.

As you leaned over the railing, your eye caught a glimpse of a head of white hair cutting through the dense crowd, ignoring the seductive hands grabbing at his robes. Your eyes lingered on them for a moment- noticing something off.

“He has a hood on his robe!” You whispered to yourself, realizing his rank and status. Leaning a little closer to the railing to see who he might be, you squint your eyes and try to remember all the members of your mother’s Circle of High Sorcerers.

He turned around at the edge of the crowd and looked directly at your table. Piercing, icy blue eyes caught yours and sent a chill down your spine. The look on his face was electrifying- you recognized the lust in his eyes with ease, but there was something else there. Goosebumps bite at your brown skin, despite the humidity of the night.

I heard you, my Queen.

His voice echoed in your head, a reassuring tone that had your knuckles lightening as you gripped the railing. A knowing smirk passed his lips, then he turned to leave.

Air filled your lungs for the first time in what felt like days. The white-haired mage captivated your attention, and before you knew it, you were down the stairs and towards the hall he turned into.

You knew the palace like the back of your hand. You’d spent your childhood hiding in nooks and crannies, running through maids and knights and nannies. The magician wouldn’t make it far.

The stylist for today did you justice as well. They dressed you in a puff-sleeved floor-length silk dress that complemented your skin and braided your hair into a secure updo. When you sprinted through the hallways and into the garden, you were still very put together.

The garden you found yourself in was a smaller one on the east side of the palace. The glass ceiling allowed in the moonlight for visibility, illuminating tall bamboo shoots and oversized leaves. The room smelled of roses and books, overwhelming the senses.

Or was that from the tall man standing next to a bookshelf in the center of the room?

“Princess (Y/N)?” He called out to you. The same chill floated down your back and into your core. His voice was exactly like the one from before- bright, clear, and charming. When you turned around, he was already on one knee and taking your hand into his.

“Gods, it’s my pleasure,” he gushed, pecking each of your fingertips. “To meet the most important woman in our kingdom.” His head lifted to gaze into your eyes, and you felt your face get warm.

“Don’t let my mother hear you say that,” You chuckled, suddenly nervous in his presence. After running around the palace and approaching him, you’d think you would have something to say- but instead, you uttered,

“How did you hear me? I was across the room.”

The mage held your now bare hand in his, the glove and wedding ring on your finger now disappeared. He ran his lips across your knuckles, his eyes slowly blinking as if he were under the influence. You opened your mouth just as he answered.

“I hear everything.” He blankly stated, standing up. Gods, how tall was he? You hadn’t noticed the pristine white bandages around his neck until he pulled them up and over his eyes, much to your dismay.

Smoothing your dress down with your bare hand, you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Satoru Gojo.”

“Well, Satoru Gojo, May I have my glove and ring back?”

It was as if it disappeared into thin air. There were no pockets in his robe unless they were all on the inside.

He pondered your request for a moment. He hummed, tapped a booted foot, and looked up at the sky despite his eyes being covered.

“Will you come to the observatory with me? Not the one at the Academy. I’m sure there’s one here-“ It was his turn to be nervous. Slender fingers held his robe and swayed it softly, as if he were getting hot. He swung it open far enough for you to catch a peek at the jeweled vulture pendant on his chest and the bulge in his pants.

You gulped, excitement pooling in your stomach.

“Y-Yes, of course! I’d never deny such an important guest a request.” You’d decided to take the easiest route- flattering and seducing him into getting the information you wanted. Or more.

Maybe he’ll do for the night…

“Ah! Thank you!” Surprise genuinely crossed his face. “I’d get us there faster but I’ve never been,” he smiled at you as you turned away to lead him to the Observatory. The hall you'd turned into displayed hand-painted vines and colorful flowers on the walls, each center of the flowers secured with a small jewel.

White lights that flickered idly on the high ceiling illuminated them until they dazzled.

“It’s fine,” you spoke, not bothering to look at him. “The walk there is nice and you’re enjoying the view.” Distant moaning filled the hall and Gojo laughed quietly beside you.

“You’re the kingdom’s most prominent sex symbol,” he stated, amused. “And you do it as a fully clothed wife.”

Have we met before?

You continued strolling through the halls, your heels clicking against the marble. Gojo’s presence next to you sparked something you rarely felt- self-conscious. It was as if his gaze was burning into your back, hips, and ass. The pleasured grunts and pleading reverberating through the walls didn’t help the tension between your legs either.

“I’ll stop staring so much?”

“But I mean, are you really staring? Your eyes are covered.”

He didn’t answer. You assumed it worked the same way his long-distance hearing did, which didn’t help your understanding. You only approached the spiral staircase that led upwards into the observatory, Gojo not far behind. The silence was stiff and awkward until you spoke.

“Sorry for the long staircase,” you said, trying to start a conversation. “You’ll find the building is full of them.”

“Will I?”

“I hope so.”

You hadn’t stopped stepping up the staircase through your conversation, as Gojo was gaining on you. The small, unfamiliar feeling shot through you again, knowing he was definitely watching your ass in motion.

“What’s that mean?” He asked innocently.

“Just that I'm a dedicated hostess,” You peeked back at him, an eager smile across your cheeks. He returned the smile brightly, long purple robes consuming his figure from your angle. His hands peeked out to hold onto the handrails and you got a better look at the jewels that decorated his fingers. Glowering gems around gold on his thumbs and middle fingers.

I wonder if Mother has those.

“Well,” he started as you reached the top of the staircase. “You look radiant tonight, Hostess.”

The Observation Tower’s glass dome was open to allow the summer night air in. The tower was lit by small stars on crystal strings. Benches sat around a large water fountain near the massive, expensive microscope.

“Thanks. I like your jewelry,” you offered, stopping next to him and breathing in the clear air at the top of the tower. It was incredibly refreshing after being stuck in the stuffiness of the party. Gojo joined you in your deep breaths.

It felt silly. The hopeful future Queen and a High Sorcerer, doing breathing exercises. It was midway through a long inhale that you realized it felt comfortable like you could do anything you needed to relax with Gojo and he wouldn’t judge you.

“Ready?” He asked. You opened your eyes just as he was offering his arm to you, which you took with warm cheeks.

You walked together to the bench farthest away, one that was turned towards the iron railing for those who wanted to gaze at the wide view high above the kingdom. Lights flickered below, the only source of life you could see.

Reminiscing on your childhood, the view always left you awestruck. You’d been up here countless times, but the bashfulness you felt now was something new.

“So…” You started, tapping your gloved hand on the bench. “Purple robes?”

“Yeah! I’m actually the head of the curses faction at the Academy.”

You nodded in interest. “I heard the work was going well after that tomb was discovered.”

He sighed in relief at the thought. “Things are fine and the new class of sorcerers is promising…”

He leaned against the wall behind you, head slightly tilted back with long legs slightly too open.

Lewd thoughts distracted you from the conversation, but Gojo’s voice pulled you back.

“I’m actually the strongest.” He noted humbly.

You rolled your eyes. “The strongest, huh?” You taunted, pushing the braids that fell over your shoulder back behind you. Gojo watched, instantly transfixed by your figure turning toward him. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your breasts moving in your dress.

“(Y/N)-“

“I’m cold, Gojo. Could I wear your robe?”

His cheeks turned a deep pink at your suggestion, hands tightening around the iron bench. He was previously thankful for the robe to help hide his erection, but it seemed you were already on to him.

“Of course, Princess. Whatever you want.” He ran a hand over the neck of the robe, where a gold clasp lay.

He stood and pulled the robe from his back, the black uniform under it now exposed to the night air.

He draped the warm, surprisingly weighty robe over your shoulders. You glanced at the hardness in his pants as he stood in front of you and quickly tried to look away, but it was too late.

“Don’t look away. Take a good look at what you do to me.” His voice was hard, a slim hand reaching to smooth the front of his pants down and give you a better look at his length. Your eyes followed his pants as he sat back down next to you, the coverings on his eyes coming loose.

“Satoru Gojo… Why are you at the Queen’s party tonight?”

He smiled, crystal blue eyes peeking between the bandages.

“To meet the most intriguing woman in the world.”

You laughed, a foot slipping out of your heel to push yourself up and climb over Gojo’s lap. Straddling him, you opened the robe and covered the two of you in it.

“And now that you’ve met her, what are you gonna do to keep her attention?”

He kissed your gloved knuckles, the palm of your hand, then your fingertips, similar to what he did earlier. Instead this time, he nipped and bit until he could pull the final glove from your hand. He took it from his mouth and dropped it on the bench.

“If Her Majesty will allow it, I’d like her company for the night. You’ve captivated my soul and thrown my mind into disarray without effort. My magic can’t even perform the same way- not since I felt you notice me in the crowd. That’s why I can’t get your glove back- it’s not in a secret pocket or anything…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you giggled. It was clear that Gojo’s magic rarely failed, but he still found himself laughing along with you.

“I’ll just buy one? Or maybe let you duplicate the one I have another time?”

His hands were on your waist, thumbs stroking your hips soothingly. “If I duplicate it you’ll have two gloves for the same hand.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’d figure it out, Finding a princess’s glove should be light work for a man of your abilities.”

He detached a hand from your waist to pull the bandages off and onto the bench. “Before you, maybe.” His hand found itself on your ass this time. “Now it’s like my mind is always somewhere else.” The hand helped push your ass forward and onto his cock, your warm heat grinding against his dick print and causing both of you to moan.

You initiated a greedy kiss that had your lips sliding against each other and tongues fighting for dominance. Soft silk ran across your skin as he held you delicately in his arms. Between kisses, he huffed out, “Gonna wanna take you out here,” Your teeth ran across his bottom lip to shut him up, pulling on it softly and letting it go. The slight groans that he gave only increased your desire to take him now.

He watched as you reached an arm around to unzip your dress, insisting, “My Princess- Someone might come by-“

“There’s an orgy happening downstairs, no one is coming stargazing. Be quiet, Sorcerer.”

He watched as a strap fell from your shoulder, the other one falling suit. Eyes glued on your chest, Gojo played with his buttoned uniform until it exposed his built chest and abs. Your eyes greedily feasted on his body from the pink of his nipples to the trail of pale white hair leading down his pants.

“I shouldn’t have to remind you of the consequences of this getting out,” you warned, teasing. The top of your dress fell from your shoulders onwards, exposing your lace and satin bra. “My husband would have your head.”

“He can have it as long as I can have some of yours.”

You rolled your eyes at the joke, only giving him a sly smile. “No challenge too big for the strongest?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid you down on the bench, his robes providing a spot for you to comfortably lie. Your legs playfully wrapped around his waist and tried to pull him closer.

“Should I call you Satoru or Gojo?” You mischievously questioned. “Or something else?”

“Sorcerer seems to be working for you,” he leaned in, eyelids drooping to gaze at the smeared gloss on your lips.

Breaths mixed as you wordlessly dared Satoru Gojo to fuck the Princess of his kingdom and effectively cuckold one of the most powerful lords in your country.

You smirked. “Well, Sorcerer-“

Hungry lips crashed against yours and immediately made an effort to make you forget about everything- your forceful mother, your dead marriage, the title of Queen awaiting you.

Satoru’s kisses had an effect on you- one that you hadn’t felt since before you married. It was addictive and you missed it, but your sorcerer would provide what your husband failed to.

What he stole from you, Satoru could return.

Between kisses, your hand trailed to the center of your bra to unlock it with a slide of your fingers. The fabric was pulled away to reveal your breasts, your pierced nipples making the man’s eyes widen.

His brain malfunctioned for a moment before he uttered a whiny “Fucking unbelievable-“ and dove his face into your tits to immediately take a nipple into his mouth. Teeth bit at your nipple and lips kissed and sucked on the skin. A warm breeze licked the saliva on your sensitive brown skin, raising goosebumps on your arms. One of Satoru’s hands cupped the breast his mouth wasn’t already on and the other tugged at his pants.

“Take my panties off too,” you purred as your fingers found his soft white locks. He responded by releasing your breast and pushing himself down the bench and between your legs. “Gods, you’re so good for me.”

His hand moved from his pants and to your hips. “Showing my loyalty to the future Queen,” he assured between pulling your panties off, “brings me joy like nothing else.”

Legs spread wider to give Satoru a better look at your cunt. You watched his eyes light up and slowly soften as you run your fingers through your folds.

“I think I wanna cum twice with you here, then we’ll finish downstairs in my bedroom,” Head tilted and wide-eyed, your gaze remained on Satoru. He nodded mindlessly, clearly half-listening as he leaned down to kiss your pussy.

You pulled your fingers away and into your mouth, sucking them loud enough for your lover to hear. His warm, thick tongue gave your cunt a slow, generous lick, making you smile around your fingers.

“Already wanna come back for more,” he murmured against your core, his voice giving a deep vibration that made you audibly shudder. “How am I supposed to let you go back to him now?”

Two of Satoru’s fingers pushed into your pussy before you could answer. His tongue drew circles around your sensitive clit and gave it the occasional appreciative lick when he felt it twitch.

“Hold your knees,” he grunted out, mouth now sucking your bud. You spread your legs wider and did as he told, giving him the space he needed to sloppily fuck your cunt with his fingers.

You watched Satoru play with your pussy with an open mouth, the wetness on his fingers giving his rings a different kind of shine.

“So, so perfect, Princess,” he cooed to your cunt, his fingers curling to find the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

“Satoru-“

“Not sorcerer?” His strong voice nearly demanded, pushing his fingers deeper and laughing at your needy whines. “Has any of your other lovers told you that this is the tightest cunt they’ve ever felt?”

Incoherent murmurs fell from your lips, brain too cloudy to give him an actual response. Other lovers were far from your thoughts right now.

“Letting me finger fuck you brainless on a bench outside?” He questioned in a fake surprise voice, feeling you get shamefully wet. Your eyes screwed shut just to open again at the waves of pleasure.

“Is that what Princesses do in their spare time? Let strangers taste their cunt?” He continued, fingertips finding what they were looking for.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as they pressed on the fleshy part of your walls. The feeling of needing to pee approached you rapidly and you felt Gojo’s mouth humming against you amusedly, as if he knew what you were about to do.

“Fuck- fucking Satoru,” you barely made out, legs shaking around your grip. His lips smirked for a moment against your cunt. Then they opened to allow him to suck and slurp your cunt until your legs slipped and your cunt spasmed one final time.

Gojo wore your thighs as earmuffs as your pussy squirted all over his mouth and chin; some of it soaking into the fabric of his black boxer briefs. He watched lovingly as you lost and caught your breath mid-orgasm, hair now a mess with a slightly sweaty face. Your orgasm blurred your vision and had you choking out broken groans and pleas to your sorcerer like just fuck me like you mean it! or Can’t wait for when your magic is back…

Has it always been such a hazy summer night?

Your eyes slowly opened to the picture of perfection- Gojo fucking his cock with the hand coated in your juices. Soft clicking from the wetness on his fingers and desperate sighs replaced your moans.

“Haah, Satoru,” you breathed out, tongue running across your bottom lip. His hand generously stroked the head of his dick.

“You did so well,” he sighed in pleasure as he pulled your legs over his shoulders and kissed the gold anklets adorning your skin. His hands then traveled to your hips, gave them a tender pinch, and pulled flush to his hips in one pull.

You laughed playfully at his strength, wondering if it were just a spell. It wasn’t.

He rested his cock between your legs and on your stomach, balls warmly sitting against your pussy lips. Heavy and warm on your skin, it was 7 and a half inches of sin with a girth that made you question how it would fit.

You wrapped a delicate hand around it and caressed it, relishing in the sweet moan Gojo released from his throat at the contact.

“You said your room after this?”

“Mhm.”

A clear bead of precum pearled at the tip and before you could swipe it onto your thumb and into your mouth, Gojo guided his dick out of your hand.

“Need you now, angel. That pussy’s waitin’ for me,” he yearned before giving his cock a few indulgent runs through your folds and making you drool.

“My mouth is too,” you playfully complained. A cheeky smirk passed his lips before he pushed the full length of his cock into your cunt. Your hips met in a harsh way that had your hips digging into his.

“S-Sorcerer!” You yelped, fists balling and nails digging into your fists. The stretch was deliciously painful as Satoru slowly started to fuck into you.

“Knew you’d have some good pussy…” He mumbled to himself, eyes glued on your cunt gushing on him. Long white hair fell into his eyes and you clenched around him at the sight.

“Gods, you’re fucking filthy,” You barely purred out between thrusts. His arm came down between your head, the other on the back of the bench. “Fucking the next head of state? Without protection?” Your nails found his thighs and they drew red lines into the pale skin. He leaned down to whine softly in your ear, a piece of vulnerability to contrast with the way he was ruining you.

Satoru’s dick poked and prodded at the sensitive spot in your cunt. Every thrust brought a satisfying stretch and burned the memory of the night into your mind.

“Wanna get me pregnant, Satoru?” you asked, watching his hips falter for a moment.

“Fuck, if you’ll have me,” he rushed out, cheeks turning pink. “We can do this without him knowing, as long as you want me to.”

He huffed out tired breaths that made you lock your legs around his waist.

You nodded at his words, knuckles grazing along his jawline to capture his chin in your grip and guide his lips to yours. Nimble fingers reached down to draw circles on your clit just as Satoru’s tongue slipped past your lips.

We’ll be doing it forever then.

Satoru rolled his hips into yours and pushed himself deeper into your cunt, a deep groan coming from his throat as your cunt hugged him greedily.

Between kisses, he slurred out, “Princess, I’m gonna cum…”

Your legs involuntarily shook around his waist as your tongues danced. The fingers strumming your clit sped up, a silent beg to cum with him. His lips released yours to bury his face in your neck, sucking purple spots into the skin.

Stars filled your eyes, the stimulation overwhelming your senses as you came around Gojo.

“Satoru,” you whined out, cunt spasming and back arched. His arms wrapped around your waist to give you a couple more rough thrusts. His voice cracked as he filled you with hot ropes of cum and you swear you could’ve squirted again at the sounds of his moans.

The brain fog that came afterward was made sweeter by the soft, comforting rubs Satoru gave the globes of your ass. His warm hands traveled to the stretch marks on your hips and gave them a loving pinch.

“Gonna pull out now, ‘kay?” He warned, knowing you’d protest.

“But-“

“We’re going downstairs, remember?” He reminded you, pulling out in one smooth motion. You felt cum drip from your hole for a moment only for Gojo’s long fingers to scoop it up and into his mouth.

“Come on, babe,” he continued. “I wanna get a bath in.”

It wasn’t hard to sneak Gojo into your room.

Many of the doors in the hallway were still locked with occupants on the inside, and the open rooms were already immaculately clean.

You held hands. It felt immensely intimate for a man you just met, but you figured you’d already squirted on his face, and there weren’t more things more intimate than that.

Gojo peeked over at you a few times, smiling a little when you caught his eye the first few times.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked as you pulled him softly into a smaller corridor. You pushed the door open with your heeled foot, pulled the sorcerer in, and shut the door, locking it.

“I’m great,” you smiled, turning around to undress in front of him. He watched silently, appreciating the view.

“I’ll tell the maids I'm hungover so we can sleep in tomorrow morning. I’m sure you can teleport out of here?”

“Sure.”

You picked up your clothes and threw them into a wicker bin in the bathroom.

“My husband will be here in the evening. I live two hours away at his estate, but I visit every other week to spend the weekend with my mother.”

He had followed you into the bathroom and stripped naked, leaving his clothes in your hamper and hanging his robe on a jeweled hook near the shower.

“That’s fine,” he responded coolly. He closed the toilet seat to allow you to sit while he filled the tub with warm water. “I’ll make time for you when you’re here.”

His answer was so simple. It lessened butterflies in your stomach, simplifying the situation like that. Cheating wasn’t something you ever considered, but with Satoru, it didn’t feel wrong. Your marriage left you void in ways you couldn’t have predicted and Satoru knew that. It was complicated and political and exhausting but Satoru was none of that. It was refreshing.

He flicked his wet fingers at your face and turned the water off. “C’mon, I’ll let you sit between my legs,” He offered, climbing into the large square thumb and offering his hand to you.

Graciously taking it, you tiptoed into the bath and sat with Gojo. He kissed your cheek and slipped one of his gold rings onto your ring finger under the water.

“It might slip off, but I'll just give you another one…” He promised. “No matter how many rings slip off, I'll put another one on my girl.”

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human-psyche · 1 year ago

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HOUSE OF THE RISING RED.

CHAPTER 1

Y/n was never quite like the rest of her family, she is different and perhaps that sets her apart from her mother and puts her at odds with her sister. When all was said and done, she accepted the situation as what it was, even if she felt furious for her father's old habits, or stressed by her mother's ire, even if her sister continues to be full of caprice. Even if, behind them, she attempts to salvage their bonds一 not the home of four decorated walls which is no longer theirs, but the home they built atop unsteady rocks and memories, wedged apart by personal ambitions and selfishness. Something is missing, it doesn't mean she wasn't affected like them by the sudden change of their lives, she knows what it entailes and how nothing can reverse their circumstances. She was glad to lose just a front row to a life of riches and lavish than the people she cares about, capable to adapt to anything she needs to.

Her father likes women, he likes to drink, play cards, skip nights at home and overstimate his success, he's by far not a worthy husband or an attentive father. Her mother is the epitome of an independent, fake woman who could not tolerate their current lack of luxury, a harsh mother and a wife who detests her role. As her older sibling, her sister gives the impression that her greatest achivement is to destroy her happiness, which comes in many forms. She's caught in the middle, between the precarious marriage of her parents and the strained relationship with her sister, and thus L/n Y/n has become the sane axis of their family, a girl with a creative mind reflected into her passion and the ability to understand so much. She's true to herself, she's unique in her own right and misunderstood.

People watch her through tinted glass, they see her colors, not her depth. In a garden of posh flowers, she is a coarse rose, growing a backbone woven of thorns. She's pure and raw at the same time, a trait of naturality that seems to cause her mother's dissapointment and earn her sister's envy.

Their three storey house in New York center is gone, their perfume store, their restaurant, their money, their popularity, their friends and socialites, their influence and title, their vacations and events: it's all over. Both her parents contributed to this ending, and ocassionally her sister. Left with nothing but a part of the money they received after selling the house and covering debts, the family is now on their trip to retire to Belle-Île-en-Mer, located off the south coast of Brittany, western France. Her father has spoken of a mansion owned by a distant relative who has inherited it from someone they knew as "old Franco" during their childhoods, a grandfather common down the line of ancestry between three separate families, their sole plan to starting over without being so deprived that they would need to rent a small, dingy apartment.

Her mother insisted it was a good way to begin again but she too complains. Y/n knows why she fought with her father to get them to proceed with this move, she is not used to doing house chores and leaving the city's elite meant she'd have no choice. Here, she can afford the maids hired by the owner for the maintenance of the mansion, and a little prestige to her neighbours who'd believe they are still somwhere up on the ladder of society. It's a winning deal from a perspective, and a worse chapter from another.

To her, Belle-île-en-Mer presents a fresh scenery, with its solitude, sea views and architectural tendencies. To her mother, it's deplorable and depressing, to her father fruitless of his businesses and what he was used to in America, and to her sister it feels like a joke: she's already bored of it.

In order to get there, the family took a more traditional method of travel after getting to to another french city via the plane, boarding a boat that also transported their baggages, and then renting a car once they got off at the port. With its population and vast nature, the island extends as a settlement made up of towns and several other areas, littered with cliffs, shorelines and beaches, many of its attractions including visiting tourist intended spots. It appears to be peaceful and practical.

"This place is awful, I miss the city." Her sister's tone elicits annoyance from the backseat of the car, her arm hanging off the wide open window.

"We are not going back to New York and that is final." their mother clips in return, her sharp retort silencing her eldest daughter.

Y/n takes out her earbuds, opting to enjoy the pictoresque, refreshing atmosphere passing them by throughout the car ride. She's actually satisfied with the climate and overall island, or atleast what she sees so far, she prefers it over the exhausting hustle and bustle of the city. In the warm, summer light of the day soaked with the clear smell of ocean, it seems like a dream: there's not one thing out of place to stir unease.

Their father clears his throat, though he sounds resentful: "Jeon Jungkook is the owner of the mansion. He's waiting for our arrival and will likely give us a tour so that we can get accustomed to the town."

"We know his name but how old is he?" her sister asks.

"A little bit older than Y/n. So I've heard. Old man Franco brought him one day to the mansion and he's lived there ever since, apparently he's his nephew from a distant branch of the family. Not even your aunt knows much. After grandfather's death, everyone was surprised when his will was opened: Jungkook inherited the mansion and all the land."

"Technically, it should have belonged to us or to Namjoon's extended family."

"Hmm, so he's rich and a good looker."

"Whoever told you that?"

"Aunt Charlotte did."

"If you'd marry him, that will be wonderful for us all. You would also own the mansion after marriage." the mother's scheming a potential future already.

It was always like this: one of her sister's top priorities is targetting a suitable guy she'd marry, with the support of their mother.

"Where is his family?" Y/n wonders, leaning forward into her seat.

"Dead. A horrible car accident." Her father replies.

That's a little strange but not unusual. It can occur to anyone, the rate of accidents is high. She perceives it as a tragedy worth of compassion, although she can't find it in her to believe Jeon Jungkook needs sympathy...maybe because she imagines him as a cold, recluse land owner. Plus, her sister has dibs on him, and he's a bit older than her, she has no intention to try and get along with him.

The background progresses into a richer neighbourhood as their car ride continues, the streets being lined with mansions and not the modest houses at the bottom of the hills.

The last mansion on the left proves to be their destination seeing as her father slows down and parks the car in front of a set of ominous, solid gates. Their mother tells them to get out, a man dressed in an impeccable white dress shirt and slacks, as well as white gloves, ushering them inside the property's premises.

"Welcome. I am Kim Seokjin, the mansion's butler. Mr. Jeon is waiting for you." he's stone faced, not a hair out of order and he speaks as if he has no time to spare them.

While her mother and sister strut confidently, Y/n glances around, feeling dwarfed by the large home laid before them. The trees guarding the path to the front door, the rose gardens, the statues, stairs and balconies complementing the antique style of the building, its structure settled on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea below in the back.

She spots a male approaching them halfway, who must be Jungkook.

Even for her, a girl who is hard to impress, he has an undeniable appeal. His hair is slicked handsomely to one side, lighting his sharp yet soft features. He sports a regular suit, his shirt unbuttoned that it teases a strip of his skin, his chest looking like sculpted marble. His poise is aristocratic, there's an inviting air to his mien, definitely not what she expected.

"Mr. L/n, glad you made it." he exchanges a firm handshake with her father, followed by kissing her mother's hand, earning her appreciation with the gentlemany act.

"Mrs. L/n, I hope you'll enjoy your new home. It'd be a pity if a woman as beautiful as yourself doesn't receive our best accomodations."

"You don't look your age yourself, Mr. Jeon, thank you. You have such a young face." Her mother throws her head back, laughing.

"Hey there. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her sister sticks her hand out, which he kisses just as he did their mother's, her eyes roving his body.

"The pleasure is all mine, miss." he smirks, turning to the one family member he had yet to meet.

When Jungkook sees her, his expression darkens, shock flashing into his gaze. His fingers twitch akin the whim that he's about to reach out to her, to touch her, except he doesn't, only a whisper passing through his parted lips: "Vernice...?"

"Sorry?" she's a little freaked out. "My name is Y/n actually, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Jeon."

Despite the slip up of mistaking her for a woman from his past whom he was very tightly connected to, Jungkook regains his composure quickly with a charming smile, every trace of his earlier reaction gone like it wasn't ever present. "I apologise. Please call me Jungkook, Y/n. Just that, for you."

"But I一"

His palm lifts, signaling to shush her, that should she call him "Mr. Jeon" ever again, he'll take it as an offense.

She nods reluctantly and tags behind her sister as he guides them inside the mansion, the way he spoke to her having sounded different than how he did to her family, dare she say, more intimate...

If the mansion exhibits such authenticity on the outside, its interior is even more elegant and grandiose. Spiralling stairs and artistic statues, chandeliers, portraits, antique items, such as vases, clocks, and so, so many books. Its value and preserved state could put a museum to shame, all kept in good shape and not touched by the decay of time.

"Mr. L/n, Mrs. L/n, your bedroom is upstairs, the first door on the right. Y/n's sister, yours is next to your parents. Y/n..." Jungkook lists their living arrangements, contemplating her placement within the house. "You will take the fourth room on the left." he decides.

It turns out her room is by far the best, it isn't as spacious as her parents's bedroom nor set for a princess like her sister's, but the view it provides from the balcony compensates for the tighter space. It has a bed, a table and a chair, a cherry wood crafted vanity, a closet, and its own bathroom. Three withered roses are forever dried in the crystal vase on the nightstand. Everything's cleaned and devoid of dust, yet that single detail makes Y/n question if someone had inhabited this room a long time ago.

That night, she sits on the bed, cross legged, curiously browsing the internet about the island and its history...as if that would provide insight about a certain someone.

Nobody really knows why their grandfather preferred Jungkook of all people other than his own close, blood relatives but there has to be a reason to it...

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bijoupreciieux · 7 months ago

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anastasia tremaine's canon disney verse; follows and/or takes inspiration from cinderella, cinderella 3: a twist in time and cinderella 2: dreams come true ( in that order ). this also doubles as a lengthy headcanon about her redemption arc. part of it will be under a read more simply so it doesn’t clog up the dash too much.

after the events of the first film, margaret tremaine punishes her daughters for both of them failing to secure a marriage with the prince ; forcing them to become maids in their run down chateau now that cinderella is living happily with the prince in the castle. while drizella blames their stepsister and loathes her even more, anastasia despite her frustration at having to do so many chores now secretly feels newfound shame seeing firsthand how difficult it is to keep the home clean even with two people that drizella absolutely doesn't share.

it makes her inwardly reflect on how she and her sister would often call cinderella lazy. and additionally despite her sorrow at not being the one to marry prince henri she finds herself feeling that her stepsister and him make quite a lovely couple and quite wonderful rulers together. anastasia doesn’t want to steal him but rather she wants a prince of her own, someone who will love her just as much as henri does eloise. but she's not pretty like ella or graceful, she doesn't sing like a songbird. she's clumsy, she's a terrible dancer, she snorts when she laughs and snores in her sleep. her mother --- especially after the events of the first film --- loves to remind her of her many flaws.

when she steals the fairy godmother’s wand she doesn’t have it in her mind to quite literally steal everything from her. she simply wishes to use the magic to make her and drizella new beautiful ball gowns and sparkling jewelry to wear at the next royal ball; perhaps she’ll meet a duke or an earl! surely someone will find her pretty enough and won't mind her flaws? but her mother takes over and uses the wand to reverse time back to when cinderella is locked in the attic. her mother forces her to sit down to have the slipper tried on, anastasia is filled with conflicting emotions but when lady tremaine uses the wand to make the slipper fit perfectly —- she can’t help but feel a burst of selfish joy, screaming with excitement.

that is until she hears and sees her stepsister coming down the stairs, confused and distressed. it makes her feel…odd, uncomfortable. a similar feeling occurs when the prince seems confused and a little disappointed upon seeing her, but then her mother uses the wand to alter his memories to make him remember dancing with a redhead rather than a blonde. ana convinces herself that she's perfectly happy with this. her selfish joy continues when the three of them move into the castle, ignoring the underlying strange feeling deep down. prince henri is very kind to her and she begins to think that he could actually truly love her, even without the magic. her mother and sister laugh at her when she expresses this.

long story short: cinderella's mice friends inform the prince about lady tremaine's deceit and show him her repaired slipper that helps restore his memory. the king orders his guards to go up and arrest the three tremaines.

her mother makes her and drizella flee. margaret uses the wand to transform her into a doppleganger of eloise. completely changing her face and body. anastasia can't put into words how much this hurts but she tells herself mother is right --- this is the only way she'll be loved. she's so pretty now maybe it won't matter. but that strange and bad feeling is getting more intense, something in her screaming no no no during "cinderella's" and henri's wedding. maybe her mother is right, maybe she has too many flaws and no handsome rich nobleman will ever want her for a bride but her stepsister and the prince really truly love each other. she finds she simply can no longer convince herself she's fine with any of it, she doesn't want to hurt her stepsister and she wants to try and find her own true love.

she refuses to go through with the wedding, to her shock cinderella stands in front of her to defend her when margaret yells at her and raises the wand threateningly at her. how could she be so willing to protect her? after how she treated her all those years? lady tremaine's dark magic is deflected by the prince's sword making it rebound back and hit her and drizella, turning them into toads. anastasia uses the wand one more time to transform herself back before giving it to her stepsister who thanks her and hugs her.

a year later, anastasia is living in a small house in the village with lucifer --- who's not so bad as he was before, though he's pretty cold towards anyone who isn't anastasia. it's not the chateau but it's cozy and easier for her to maintain. her mother and sister live in the chateau which is even more rundown, they refuse to talk to her or visit. her growing closeness to her stepsister though helps make up for losing her mother and sister. shortly after the wand fiasco, anastasia gave eloise a lengthy and genuine apology.

one day, she's drawn to a bakery by the smell of fresh baked bread --- the most delicious smelling bread she's ever smelled. this is where she meets a young and very handsome baker, not the old man she's accostumed to seeing in here. it turns out this young man is the old baker's nephew who tells her his name his matthew. ana and this handsome baker share a little moment, he says something funny but she’s embarrassed when she laughs and snorts and then to make matters worse in a clumsy moment she accidentally trips and pulls down a rack of freshly baked bread. stammering out an apology; she rushes out of the bakery.

she doesn’t know it but the queen, her stepsister, saw her hurrying out with tears in her eyes. ella finds her and convinces her to give it another try, it was an accident and surely the baker would understand. she invites her to the castle where she gives her a little makeover to help her confidence, giving her a new hair style and a new dress in a color / style more flattering than the hot pink and slightly worn one she was wearing before. queen ella doesn’t bury her face under pounds of makeup or put her in garish over the top gowns like her mother used to; she enhances and brings out her own natural beauty. for the first time, anastasia feels truly beautiful.

she buys a heart shaped wreath of flowers intending on giving them to matthew and asking him to attend her stepsister’s royal ball with her. but then she sees the baker seemingly handing a “sweetheart flowers” wreath to another woman; was she wrong? did she imagine the sweet if brief moment they shared? did she ruin it with her clumsiness? she feels so stupid. she runs away dropping her wreath just as the baker sees her and the expression on her face.

but he finds her and explains that the woman was a friend and he was only asking her if she thought anastasia would like them. the wreath was for her, he wanted to ask her. anastasia happily accepts and they go together. a year later they are engaged. she tries to invite her mother and sister but they send back her invitation with no response. she and matthew have a daughter who will know eloise and henri as auntie ellie and uncle henri. she isn’t a princess, she doesn’t live in a huge castle but she’s treated like a princess by a man she loves and their home is beautiful even if it isn’t a castle.

#◤‧₊˚🐛🦋˚₊‧⁺˖◢ anastasia tremaine ; headcanon.#long post tw

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unoriginalpun · 2 years ago

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The Grand Scribe of Sumeru: Seer of Light Alhaitham (REWRITE!!)

Link to Maid of Space: Kaveh Analysis

Disclaimer: Just like before, this analysis may include my own personal headcanons about the character as well as spoilers for both Homestuck and Genshin Impact, just a heads up!

Seer: Passive knowing class => One who sees their Aspect or one who sees with their aspect. Alternatively, one who understands their aspect or informs others of/with their aspect.

Light: Abstract => Knowledge, awareness, fortune, luck. Literal: Actual light (Brightness), Vision

The Grand Scribe of the Akademiya. A normal and ordinary employee for Sumeru's government, and most importantly: Kaveh's roommate. The irony of the both of them living together is that despite Alhaitham being the one to hold the light aspect, Kaveh's the one who has a title and fame while the former would prefer to stay out of the spotlight as much as he could. He even turns down the chance to be the Grand Sage, Sumeru's head official and leader of the Akademiya.

Alhaitham, even though time and time again has been told that he has potential to become someone of great renown, rejects attention and wants nothing to do with fame, often not holding his own deeds in high regard. He'd rather stick to his unassuming job of Scribing than live in the limelight; wanting to pursue his desire to learn about the world around in private. It seems like he's teetering between the lines of Light and Void no?

So how is it that one who is surround by light and constantly seeks more of it, continually keeps pushing it away?

Let's start off again with Alhaitham's Aspect: Light.

Those bound to Light associate themselves first and foremost with information and knowledge. With Vriska and Aranea's vision eighttfold able to spy through solid walls or with Rose's curiosity of the obscure, Light is often defined as discovering what was once previously unknown; removing the uncertainty from the confusion.

Alhaitham and Aranea, besides sharing A-names, have ties with each other as both of them are described as having a vast wealth of knowledge. As a Sylph of Light and due to being conscious for eons long, Aranea possesses knowledge of a variety of different things, including othe entirety of the Beta Trolls' universe and history as well as experience playing SGRUB that she passes down to them. She is also known as the Exposition Fairy within the fandom.

Just one of many expositions Aranea has in the comic.

With Alhaitham, his job is describes as needing someone who organizes and catalogue files as well as record information from gatherings and meetings within his workplace. He's known as someone who is up to date with what's going on inside the Akademiya, whether it be with the staff or with its vast collection of texts.

Both Light-bounds are known in their respective medias as Knowledgeable, but where Aranea is more than willing to provide exposition, Alhaitham is much more reserved with what he knows.

There's also more ties with him and fellow Seer of Light Rose Lalonde: Both of them bear an endless curiosity about the workings of the environment around them. Rose is facinated with what dwells in the shadows while Alhaitham is more concerned with what drives the world of Teyvat.

Which segways us to to Alhaitham's class: The Seer

The Seer's role is to see their aspect or to see using their aspect, looking ahead and inform others what to do with their aspect. But to inform also means that the Seer must understand their aspect

Our favorite tealblood Terezi Pyrope is a good example of a competent seer, despite not having to have gone godtier in any of her iterations. As a Seer of Mind, she informs her teammates of the potential outcomes of their decision as Mind is the Aspect of choice and its consequence. With John and his retcon, she gives him a list of events and choices he has to reverse and change in order to guide their timeline.

There is also Rose, where her role in her story couldn't have been described any more flawlessly than by Aradia:

This description of her classpect absolutely fits Alhaitham to a T, as has repeatedly showcased how he always seemed to be two steps ahead of his opponent through careful planning, putting up all the triggers in place for a chain reaction you could say.

During the Archon Quest Akasha Pulses, the Kalpa Flame Rises, Alhaitham takes charge in plotting and overseeing the scheme of overthrowing Azar and freeing the Dendro Archon Nahida. He even says it himself that he's rather more suited for the job as a strategist.

And then there's his own personal story quest where Alhaitham learns through Ilyas about Sirage and his plot to overthrow him from his position of Acting Grand Sage using the overmind that he has built and manipulated to harbor animosity for the Scribe.

It all accumulates into it climax where it's revealed that Alhaitham has already figured out his ploy before they found him and that he quietly planted seeds in the form of information that challenged the hive's perception of himself; by treating Ilyas nicely and complimenting him, he sheds light on himself and informs the Overmind that he isn't what Sirage claims he is, which destabilizes it and falls apart due to the conflicting information.

So by the examples given above, it can be assumed that Alhaitham is a rather passive man that delegates himself to just informing his team, overseeing the whole operation from the outside right?

Wrong

Ok, actually half wrong.

In both of the aforementioned quests, Alhaitham does take a considerable amount of action himself; whether it be being front and center to divert attention from the guards or by delivering the final blow to Sirage's Overmind machine. He takes on a rather active role in both quests.

Which then brings us to our next point: Light and its relations to relevance.

Light is a rather active aspect when considering the fact that its literally the spotlight in Homestuck's story; wherever the Light-bound go, the story must follow. Vriska most obviously shows it as she continuously tries to put the attention all on herself: Being the first to go godtier, wanting to defeat Jack and thus luring him with her fairy dust.

Then once again you have Rose, who points everyone into relevance. Much like what Alhaitham does during the Archon quest, specifically where he hands the spotlight to Nilou so that she can draw everyone towards her instead of at Nahida; making Nilou relevant and Nahida irrelevant or of lesser importance.

Light is attention, being perceived by someone or something else.

Yet, all this attention, all those who are watching, Alhaitham doesn't want it.

He prefers to be left alone. He's described as being mysterious and hard to reach and he prefers to keep it this way.

Sounds familiar?

Alhaitham is surrounded by this Void that he feels makes him comfortable, it seems that he likes this barrier between him and other people.

There is one point that I will extrapolate on in another post, which is how Alhaitham can seem to shift between roles depending on what the situation calls for. In truth, I have struggled to put and justify Alhaitham being a Seer of Light since he seemed like such an mysterious and active character. Mage of Light and Mage of Void were heavy contenders for his classpect. So why is he a passive player rather than an active one?

To put it simply: Alhaitham wouldn't want to be a Mage as it goes against his wants for an untroubled, comfortable life.

I also believe that he can simply change between his classpect and others when needed, better than Kaveh as he seems to be better attuned to Sumeru and its overwhelming presence of Light.

Let's go back to the Seer's role for a moment, specifically their character arc:

Seers are first deprived of their aspect and surrounded by its opposite. Their character arc is basically them dispelling what obfuscates their aspect in order to learn about it themselves before they cam provide their judgement on it for others.

Rose once was shrouded in Void, first by her mother's drunken and unclear acts of affections, believing them to be mockery and ironic, then by Doc Scratch who manipulated her through the horrorterrors so he can move the plot forward.

Terezi was clouded by Heart through her unhealthy Kismesitude with Gamzee, which rendered the teal-blood unable to think for herself and left her feeling terrible and self deprecating.

And Kankri with Breath, as he was the only one of his blood color to exist on Beforus and thus began without a caste to belong to and likely not even a lusus to take care of him; a lack of any relation through blood.

This is where things start to dive into more speculation and headcanon, where the Seer's arc is applied to Alhaitham to deconstruct his behavior and personality.

As a Seer of Light, Alhaitham begins with Void obscuring his aspect despite growing up in a city thats drowning in it. This was partly self-imposed as little Alhaitham would rather stay at home with his grandmother teaching and learning by himself rather than using the Akasha system or by being a student at the Akademiya, which in turn deprived himself of Sumeru's light.

While he was surrounded by his grandmother's vast library of books, he admits that even they are subject to misinformation and can't possibly be relied on 100%. Yet this kind of void is something that doesn't harm him as it's through understanding and accepting these mysteries can he start to see its value within it.

But then this void persists and evolves beyond the books in his grandnother's library, even after he admits himself as a student in the Akademiya.

And it takes the form of the architect Kaveh.

Kaveh and Alhaitham are two sides of one mirror: one driven by logic and the other driven by emotion. The saying opposites attract applies to them perfectly as during their Akademiya days did they become close, but the unfamiliar nature of Kaveh and the mysteries that sprout from him did not leave. But Alhaitham once again did not mind.

It was only until a joint research project did the void become bothersome. The two's ideals and perspectives started to clash and this time Alhaitham wasn’t able to pick apart and figure it out Kaveh’s point of view; he wasn’t able to find an explanation to why they were at each other’s throats now out of all times if they previously got along just fine.

So the project was cancelled and they went their separate ways, a fallout.

Although the source was gone, it’s fog still lingered in the back of Alhaitham’s mind. Many what-ifs ran across his head and scenarios in which he created multiple contingency plans that will never come to pass because they were always about what he should’ve done to avoid their fight and separation.

Now there’s a new emptiness that surrounds Alhaitham, one he could explain but not easily dispel.

It bleeds into how he interacts with others, only keeping people within an arms length and no closer. Learning to adopt different behaviors in order to reach a favorable outcome that wouldn’t result into another failure like with what happened with Kaveh.

This in turn would make him a very mysterious and hard to find person within the Akademiya, only coming, working, and going whenever he pleases.

It remains like this for a while, Void seeming to follow him everywhere whether it be within his work or out of it, unable get rid of it.

He would have an opportunity to rectify that though, once Kaveh becomes broke and needs someplace to stay. Alhaitham offers him the position of becoming his roommate the moment he hears the news.

Now with a new start, maybe this time Alhaitham could now better understand his nes roommate with everything he has picked up during his absence. The arguments that they have often is now new data about Kaveh’s personality for him to analyze and synthesize, seeing past what made Kaveh so mysterious to him and being able to finally understand the Light of the Ksharwrar.

Aaaaaaand that concludes the Seer of Light Alhaitham analysis! Am I going somewhere with these two roommates? Perhaps ;). But next time I’m gonna put these two to the side as i go talk about more of Sumeru and how it affects both their Classpects, diving deeper into the concept of role play in homestuck.

I’m super proud of this rewrite and I hope it clarifies a few points as well as just being easier to read in general. A little sad that I had to cut some information but i promise they’ll come up again in later analyses!

#homestuck #classpects #classpect analysis #seer of light #genshin impact #genshin #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #nilou #why do all my big brain ideas happen at 1 am

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saltiestcoconut · 1 year ago

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aiyusa prompt: something involving ai wearing a maid dress <3 eg, link vrains cosplay event/working part time at a maid cafe/dressing up just for fun/etc

Thanks nonny for the prompt! It was super fun to write something I love maid outfits 😂

This was supposed to be edited and released a few days ago but bleh it be like that forgive me if some things seem a bit wonky I based everything off my memory of a video I watched a few weeks back and can't be bothered to rewatch

Everything aside I hope you enjoy~

"You should check your personal email," Ai suggested. While it wasn't unusual for Ai to backseat Yusaku's internet use, checking his email wasn't an activity Ai usually suggested.

"Why? There's nothing there."

"Just check it or I'll check for you." Ai threatened as he pointed at Yusaku’s computer screen.

Yusaku stared at Ai, a frown on his face as the two stared each other down. They both knew Ai wouldn't hesitate to take over the computer screen.

"Fine, but I'm sending you to Kusanagi if I find out you've been messing around again."

Ai crossed his arms. "It all worked out in the end anyway. You were the hero you always wanted to be."

Yusaku rolled his eyes but turned back to his computer as he ignored Ai. The sounds of typing and mouse clicking filled the room until Yusaku mused to himself, "Since when did I make reservations?" He glanced at Ai again, this time with a more baffled expression than a tense one. Ai whistled innocently as Yusaku opened the new mysterious email to read it in full. "Ai… I don't have time for a vacation."

Ai placed his hands on his hips. "Yes, you do! Check the date, it's during summer vacation! You would officially be done with your first year of high school, you should celebrate with a nice vacation."

Yusaku looked sheepish. "Since I missed three months of school, I need to catch up…"

"But the vacation is only three days long! It won't interfere with anything."

"But I don't have money…"

"Excuses! It's already paid for, just go!"

"How?"

Ai pushed his fingers together. "Don't worry about it. The money was obtained legally." And by legally, Ai meant that Akira Zaizen sent it willingly. After a few threats, a few Uno reverses, and a few promises, of course.

Yusaku's frown deepened, and his stare intensified, as if he was trying to see into Ai's past actions. Finally, his eyes slid back to the screen, and he relaxed. "I guess I'll take it. If anything happens in Link VRAINS— no, Duel Links, while I'm gone, we can just deal with it when I get back."

Ai waved a hand around. "Nothing's going to happen. The 'Action Duels!' event is still ongoing, Duel Links isn't going to change for at least another few days. Since you already finished the event, you have nothing to worry about."

"It's not about finishing the event, I need to figure out who— or what— runs Duel Links' events. If I can figure that out, then that would get me closer to figuring out Duel Links itself."

Ai leaned close to Yusaku, hands on his hips again. "You say all that, but I know you just wanted to have fun."

"I—"

"I'm your precious partner, you can't fool me! If you want to have fun, why don't you go on a vacation? Have you ever traveled outside of Den City?"

Yusaku looked away and glared at the computer screen as if it could help him but refused to. "You're starting to sound like Zaizen or Kusanagi."

Ai jolted like a bolt of electricity ran through his head. "Don't compare me to those two…! Maybe you need an adult figure to constantly nag at you!"

"Maybe," Yusaku said as he returned to the computer.

Yusaku glanced at Ai as he deflated, head hung low and fingertips brushing the duel disk's surface. "Why are you so stubborn? Surely you can afford to relax a bit now?"

"I already said I would go."

Ai pumped his arms as he cheered. He would get Yusaku to have fun on their vacation, somehow.

Yusaku's arms were crossed the whole train ride. He had elected to sit at a window seat, duel disk pressing against the train’s wall that would make it difficult for Ai to pop out. However, even if Ai couldn't come out, he could still talk to him.

"Are you still mad?"

"Pissed."

"But why? I don't see the big deal."

"You booked a love hotel! A love hotel! What the actual hell, Ai."

Ai rolled his body as an attempt to roll his eyes. "I didn't take you to be such a macho man that you'd be embarrassed to be in a love hotel."

"It's not that! It's scandalous, Ai, only couples go there to… to you know…" Yusaku crossed his arms tighter around himself, too embarrassed to finish his thought.

"... Yusaku, are you a foreigner? Love hotels are cheaper, safer alternatives to regular hotels. I wasn't thinking of anything debaucherous when I booked the hotel." Admittedly, Ai did have something in mind, but Yusaku didn't have to know his plans until it was time to execute it.

Yusaku still seemed upset, but he looked more pouty than angry, so Ai was confident he could still woo Yusaku.

Once they arrived at the hotel, Yusaku was easily able to check in the hotel via the self-serve kiosk. Yusaku didn't know how draining travel would be until he finally stepped into his room.

Yusaku half-heartedly inspected his room. A large window took up most of the right wall, a couch placed below the window. A long stand with several cabinets was pushed against the left wall, a large TV rested on its surface accompanied by a karaoke machine. The cabinets contained small vending machines that sold drinks and held the room's mini fridge and microwave. In front of the cabinets was a coffee table that was accessible from the couch pushed against the window. Next to the TV stand, a machine sat, one that Yusaku speculated to be a type of massage machine based on a wand with a ball embedded on the tip.

On the opposite side of the room, the bed and two drawers occupied most of the room's space. One drawer had the room's phone and several catalogs on it while the other had a lamp. Another larger drawer occupied the space between the massage machine and the rest of the room. A massage chair occupied the space between the corner of the room and the window, which cycled back to the room entrance.

To the side of the entrance was a small hallway that led to the bathroom. One side was dedicated to sinks, with two sinks and a large mirror hung over both of them. Each sink was accompanied by toiletries appropriate for a man and a woman. The other side had separate rooms for the toilet and the bath, the bath taking up much more space due to its massive size.

"Whoa! That bath might be big enough to comfortably accommodate my SOLtis form!"

Yusaku jolted as if he had forgotten Ai was still around his wrist. "You don't have a SOLtis anymore," Yusaku said instead.

Yusaku eyed the bath in interest. He reached into the basin and plugged up the drain, then turned on the water to fill up the bath.

"Oh! A bath! Good thinking, baths are so relaxing and so romantic, it's the perfect way to start off a vacation!"

Unfortunately for Ai, Yusaku set him down at the television stand before gathering his pajamas and disappearing into the bathroom again. Ai couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment as he remembered a time where Yusaku would unabashedly change in front of him— even if at the time Yusaku didn’t believe Ai had sentience, and Ai wasn’t too serious about forming a relationship with his cold-hearted origin. Even if those days were long gone, Ai hoped one day Yusaku would bring him in the bath, and maybe if he asked nicely enough, that day would be some time during this vacation.

For now, Ai activated the duel disk’s droid function, surprised Yusaku hadn’t removed that moderation yet. He successfully landed close enough to the room's phone, where several of the hotel's catalogs were also located. Ai casually flipped through the catalogs to decide what he should get Yusaku.

Since Ai was small, ordering room service was a more difficult task than he anticipated, but he hoped it would be well worth the effort once he finally got all his requests in. Since Ai didn't have to satisfy any biological needs, all that was left for him to do was wait for Yusaku to finish his bath and hope he got out before the food got too cold.

While both Yusaku and the hotel service took their precious time, Ai was able to remotely turn on the TV and entertain himself by watching a new soap opera he missed out on during his three month absence. Finally, after nearly half an hour of waiting, room service arrived, and he was able to execute his plan.

Ai picked this particular love hotel for a very specific reason— it was one of the first hotels to adopt a full SOLtis workforce for the sake of the anonymity love hotels are famous for. This allowed Ai to take over a SOLtis once the poor worker came close enough for Ai to transfer his data. With its own programming suppressed, Ai returned into the room while bringing in the things he ordered.

Yusaku's katsu bowl dish went on the coffee table, and Ai swamped out the SOLtis' minimal uniform for the surprise he bought. By the time he finished his preparations, Yusaku had been in the bath long enough for Ai to think he fell asleep.

Ai tapped two curled fingers against the bathroom door. "Yusaku? Are you dead?"

The sound of water splashes after a short pause. "No."

"Did Yusaku-chan fall asleep in the bath? How cute~"

"Be quiet." Water splashed around some more, then the faint sound of water draining. Ai moved away from the door but remained standing in the hallway.

Finally, Yusaku got out of the bathroom, towel casually slung over his shoulder and fully dressed in his pajamas. He quickly ran his eyes over Ai, Ai himself quickly jutting out his hips and lightly pressing one fingertip against his lips.

On Ai's head was a headband with poofy white lace accompanied by two small black ribbons on either side of the headband. A detached collar rested on Ai's throat, held closed by an ascot that did nothing to hide the SOLtis diamond. The apron's frilly straps framed both sides of the detachable collar, the dress' puffy sleeves spilled from underneath the straps. Black bows were attached to the area where the apron's straps met the torso, a band made to resemble a small laced corset, giving way to the apron's protective covering. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, topped with white frills with a black ribbon along the center of the frilla. The dip of the neckline was adorned with a black bow. The dress was pulled tightly over Ai's body, as if the dress was a smaller size.

Ai's other hand lifted up the dress' skirt, showing off the ruffles hidden underneath. Underneath the skirt, Ai wore knee-high socks, the seams clamped tightly just above his knees adorned with white frills and black ribbons accompanied by a black bow.

"Welcome back, master~"

Yusaku stared at him. "Ai, no."

"Why not?" Ai whined as Yusaku gently nudged Ai to the side so he could pass.

Ai turned to face Yusaku's pointer finger standing tall and proud. "One, I'm not in the mood to play. I'm not used to traveling long distances, so I want to relax and try to get some sleep."

Ai deflated. He couldn't argue against Yusaku getting more sleep, and he knew it.

A second finger went up. "Two, that SOLtis belongs to the hotel, please return it, I don't want you to get in trouble over something that can be avoided."

Ai crossed his arms, Yusaku was worried about him and he knew it. Still, he wanted to take advantage of at least some of the benefits of staying at a love hotel.

Then Yusaku's ring finger. "Three, I don't want to be responsible for anything that might happen to that SOLtis, and that outfit."

Ai covered his mouth with a hand and giggled mischievously. "Oh? Am I imagining things, or is Yusaku-chan perverted now?"

Yusaku's face turned from slightly annoyed to a cross between a pout and a frown. "I— no— you're the one who—"

Ai squealed and tugged Yusaku into a hug and peppered small kisses on his cheek. Ai now understood why humans were so obsessed over kisses, it was a gratifying way of expressing his love. "Don't worry about the dress, I bought it, but I wasn't planning on doing anything anyway. You have nothing to worry about."

Yusaku waited until Ai was done rubbing their cheeks together and pulled away. "Then why the dress?"

"Yusaku, you're perverted. Come, come," Ai said as he tugged on a baffled Yusaku and sat him on the room's couch. He dragged the room's table closer to Yusaku, the food ready to eat.

"Oh, the food's cold," Ai pouted and opened the cabinets. "Where is the microwave…"

"It's fine, I don't mind it cold."

Ai turned his head. "Are you sure— NO! Stop!"

Yusaku jolted and lowered the katsu piece he was about to eat. Ai launched himself to the couch with enough force to rattle it. "Ai! Calm down," Yusaku scolded, but Ai didn't listen as he plucked the chopsticks from Yusaku's hand.

"Allow me to feed you, master. What kind of maid would I be if I couldn't even feed my master?" Ai asked as he pressed a curled finger against his lips and batted his eyelashes at Yusaku. His gesture was meant to be accompanied by shoujo sparkles and a rosy background with large iridescent bubbles, but the chopsticks still in his grasp might have ruined the image.

Yusaku, however, in all his cold-hearted glory was immune. "This again? No, it's fine, I can feed myself."

"But I want to! Besides, you said you were tired, which means you're too tired to feed yourself."

Yusaku's eyebrow furrowed as he stared at Ai. "That makes no sense. It's fine, Ai." A pause, then a sigh as he leaned back slightly. "Fine, you can feed me."

Ai cheered and picked up the piece of katsu Yusaku abandoned earlier. "Say aa."

Yusaku did not say "aa," but he did eat the katsu when Ai brought it close to his mouth. He's pouting again, eyebrows locked in his signature frown.

"Aww Yusaku-chan you look so cute when you're grumpy like that. How's the food?"

"Alright. I've had better leftovers."

"I'll be sure to leave a one star review for you master."

"You will not."

"Yes master."

Ai gradually fed Yusaku the bowl until Yusaku held up a hand.

"Just one more bite, master, you're almost done."

Yusaku ignored Ai's request and instead pulled at Ai's ascot, which easily came undone. He froze as Yusaku clenched the cloth strands together and tugged him to crush their lips together.

Yusaku's fist was a heavy weight against Ai's throat, preventing an easy escape. Ai looped his arms around Yusaku so that his hands met at the base of his back.

Even if they had kissed plenty of times, nothing could prepare him for the pleasure of being able to properly return those kisses. To feel Yusaku's lips pressed against his own, to cradle his head in his hand and entangle his fingers in his short hair. Ai slipped his tongue past Yusaku's lips and he let out a surprised hum.

Yusaku placed his other hand on Ai's shoulder and pushed down his sleeve as he moved closer. Ai briefly thought about teasing Yusaku but decided against it as that would mean stopping the kiss to speak.

The kiss didn't last much longer as Yusaku pulled back and released his hold on Ai's clothes. "I'm going to sleep now. Return that SOLtis to the hotel already."

Fans working on overdrive but still feeling heated, Ai stood with automatic stiff movements, embodying the robotic nature he was supposed to be. While Yusaku wandered off, Ai put away the leftovers and replaced his maid dress with the SOLtis' clothing, then relinquished control over the captured SOLtis, which returned to work without a fuss.

On the journey back to Den City, Yusaku was in a much better mood as he leaned against the train wall, his duel disk arm slung over his abdomen.

This time, however, Ai was in a worse mood than he was at the start. "Well, that wasn't much of a vacation at all!"

Yusaku blinked down at him. "It was relaxing."

"We only went out for one day! And it wasn't even a full day either, I had to spend the first half of it begging!"

"But we went out." Yusaku frowned. "Didn't you have fun? I thought the local shrines were pretty."

"You worked almost the entire time!"

"At my own pace, with no outside interference."

"No! You're supposed to go out and eat to your heart's content on vacations!"

"If that's your standard of a vacation, then it's not a very good one."

Ai crossed his arms. "Your standard is even worse! You're not supposed to work on vacation!"

"It's a shame about that maid dress. What even happened to it?"

Ai brightened immediately. "I put it with the rest of your clothes! I got it in your size so you can wear it whenever you want~"

Yusaku made a slightly disturbed face. "I'm not wearing that."

"Oh, which reminds me." Ai sunk into the duel disk and popped back out arms raised high, wearing a miniature version of the maid dress. "Tada! I made a small version of it for your viewing pleasure."

Yusaku looked away with a bored expression. "Thanks."

"Hey! Pay more attention to me! I worked hard making this for you!"

#yugioh vrains #aiyusa #aiballshipping #maybe asking for prompts a week before aiyusa month was a bad idea lmao #oh well~ it got written because i loved the prompt so much 😂#despite everything its finished so yay~#ygo vrains #scribble scrabble

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another-dr-another · 2 years ago

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give taitai the baby doll :) -iris

//Taira is sitting at a table in the library. She has a needle and thread, and is embroidering something into her jeans. Maeda sits next to her, and rests his head in his arms for a moment, watching her.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Taira, can I spend time with you?

Maeda - I want to hang out…

Taira - …Mhm.

Taira - Actually, that sounds nice right now.

Taira - We could go do something, maybe…

~*~

Would You Like to Give Taira a Gift?

[Yes - Baby Doll]

{No}

~*~

Maeda - Do you like things like this, Taira?

Maeda - It’s okay if you don’t, I wouldn’t mind.

Taira - …

Taira - It’s not bad, but I’m also not particularly interested in this. I’ll keep it.

Taira - I’m glad you think of me.

Taira is Neutral on This Gift.

~*~

Maeda - …

Maeda - Taira, do you work for like… the elites of society?

Maeda - I imagine that as SHSL Maid, you’d…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Well, I guess I thought the highest-ranking maid would work for the highest-ranked members of society,

Maeda - But that doesn’t really make sense.

Taira - Mhm. Can’t stay anywhere for too long, you know.

Taira - When it comes to rich clients, I try to stick around for longer, but still.

Taira - That only works if they’re willing to provide a room, or they’re urban-livers.

Taira - Nice hotel rooms are fun, but they can get boring quickly. It’s the amenities that make or break it.

Taira - Pools can be fun, and then there’s the matter of food they provide.

Maeda - …Tell me more? Where else will you work?

Taira - …Right, yeah, uh…

Taira - So, I’ll work longer terms for rich people on occasion, but usually it’s just a week, maybe two.

Taira - I’ve done a few month-long stints? But those aren’t always the… most successful.

Taira - …

Maeda - …

Taira - Things tend to go…

Taira - Wrong…

Maeda, overlapping - Yeaaah…

Taira - …

Taira - So, I’ll do short little things- clean after events, because I’m quicker than a whole team, and have more knowledge:

Taira - Or I’ll cook, and handle housework while someone searches for a new long-term maid.

Taira - Then I’ll go to wherever “home” is, and start working out where to go next.

Taira - Sometimes I’ll take one off jobs, deep-clean a house, or help prepare meals…

Taira - If I’ve got a hotel room, space of my own, then I’ll take on tailoring projects, stitch something up for someone…

Taira - …

Taira - I’m not a huge fan of shelters, they tend to have too many rules, too many people…

Taira - But they’re usually willing to bend rules, or give me more supplies if I help out.

Taira - Staying in the woods is okay. I kinda wish it were more convenient to carry a sleeping bag, but…

Taira - It’s usually not for long.

Taira - …

//Taira turns, making full eye contact with Maeda instead of staring off into the distance.

Taira - It’s not easy, or fun, or good.

Taira - I’m constantly working, and can never make enough to get on my feet.

Taira - Even if I could start acquiring capital, I wouldn’t be able to stay anywhere for long.

//She grabs him by the shoulder, maintaining eye contact.

Taira - I need a complete change.

Taira - Things need to balance out. It’s not fair.

Taira - It needs to even out. This has to reverse.

Taira - I deserve better than what I’ve been put through.

Taira - You get that, right?

Taira - It’s only fair. It’s the only thing that’s right, that’s good, that’s true.

Taira - It needs to spring back. I’ve been so good, I deserve nice things.

Taira - Right? Right, right?

//She lets go of him, and shifts back, no longer looking at him.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Things get better with time.

Maeda - It…

Maeda - It’ll… all fall into place.

Maeda - …

Maeda, reeling - Uhm…

Maeda - …Well, I’m sure everything will work itself out…

~*~

Maeda, narrating - I don’t…

Maeda - I guess I zoned out… I don’t really remember what we talked about…

Maeda - That’s not polite to do, so I didn’t tell her.

Maeda - Oh well, it doesn’t seem like she could tell.

[Free Time Event]

{Head to Your Room}

#dra #danganronpa another #sdra2 #yuki maeda #akane taira #free time events #tairas ftes #chapter 3 #daily life #daily life 3

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years ago

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Hi! Congrats for your 100 followers! Could you please write something for Tyrion Lannister and the prompt ❛ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ❜. Maybe e reader saying it to him since I love reverse comfort and throughout the whole series I just wanted to give him a hug 😭🫶🏻

Hi anon!! I love this idea, mans need some comfort in his life!! Hope this does the idea some justice <3

tywin lannister x female! reader

pretty much the ask!! also this is for the 100 follower event

word count: 572 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: none prompt: ❛ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ❜

The life of a head of house Lannister was stressful so many people looked to him for guidance, while others were awaiting for him to fail. There was so much pressure on a single person's shoulder to keep everything together. At times not everyone could be pleased. Tywin sacrificed a connection with his family for the betterment of his house. Hoping to solidify House Lannister's position and power for many generations.

But it never seemed enough for his children or for others. That no matter what he did they wanted to opposite, they wanted everything. After his first wife's death, Tywin threw himself further into his goal, shutting out everyone else. There was no rest for the man. Marrying you was only a part of his duty and the betterment of his House. Jamie could not marry, and Tyrion was a little demon who only thought of whores and wine, to get him to marry someone would be too much work. Thus, it fell on his shoulders to fulfil this duty.

What surprised him was when he began to develop true feelings for you. That he could love someone else after his late wife. Yet here you were, the object of his affections. A slither of kindness in his life, something to give him a break from his gruelling work. Your husband was a strong man, someone who seemed so detached from his emotions. Nothing seemed to be able to affect him as though he hovered above everything like some sort of god.

When you entered the dark room of his chambers you intend to talk about your day with him, an activity you both seemed to enjoy partaking in at the end of the day. You were greeted with an overwhelming sense of sadness, the further you walked into the room the more it grew. Although the room was dark you could see enough to navigate the area.

"Tywin?" Your voice was soft, almost frightened of what might answer in the darkness. That maybe the man was not here, instead, it was some unknown maid that is just looking for a quiet place to cry. But such thoughts were banished from your mind when your eyes landed on a figure in a plush chair, a mug of what you could only assume was beer or wine in his hand. Tywin was a hard man to miss, even in the darkness of this room. Crossing the room you come to stand in front of him, the sad feeling when you entered the room only growing. It was clear to you he was the source of the sadness.

"My love?" The man looks up at you for only a moment, but it was enough to see the overwhelming desire and sadness in his blue eyes. Your expression softened and you cup his face in your hands, hoping to provide him with some comfort. Yet it only seemed to unleash the damn inside him as tears sprang to his eyes. Years of pent-up sadness and desire burst forward at a simple comforting touch. He had not felt such a kind touch in years, not since his first wife passed.

"Shh, it’s okay. I’m here," You wrap your arms around him from your standing position. Due to his seated position, the man was suffocated by your presence. Though he did not care, he needed such comfort at this moment. You were the only one to provide him such a thing in years. The pressure and stress of his life slipped from his shoulders while he was in your embrace.

#tywin lannister x reader #tywin imagines #tywin x reader #tywin lannister imagines #got imagines #got x reader #game of thrones imagines #game of thrones x reader

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sepublic · 3 years ago

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Palm Stings- Kikimora’s Desert Home?

Fun fact: I was rewatching Keeping Up A-Fear-ances, and Gwen mentions the deserts of Palm Stings! Which as we later find out in Follies at the Coven Day Parade, is where Kikimora came from!

We can probably guess that Palm Stings is located on the Titan’s left hand, opposite of Bonesborough. Not only does this shot of its right hand seem to yield no desert;

But FatCDP has Luz mention that if Kikimora flies on Princess, she can make it to Palm Stings by morning. Keep in mind that Luz was able to fly from Latissa back to Bonesborough on Princess, AND have her adventure with Hunter, as well as his airship’s trip from Bonesborough, all within one night. And I presume the right hand is closer to Bonesborough than the armpit, which is where Latissa is located.

Kikimora makes her announcement at the Coven Day Parade after she betrays Belos, and I feel such a major public event would happen at midnight at the latest; So there’s still plenty of hours until morning (especially since it’s fall), and that’s how long it’d have taken her to arrive at Palm Stings. So when we consider the geography and the Boiling Isles being about the size of Vermont, the length of Kikimora’s trip just makes more sense if it’s for the left hand; And as I mentioned, the right hand doesn’t seem to be a desert.

Given the obvious pun on the real world location of Palm Springs, and I imagine Palm Stings is some type of oasis community where about half of the hand demons come from. If it’s also like the real life Palm Springs, this might extend to hot springs as well, so I wonder if Palm Stings is meant to be a vacation getaway and resort? With Kikimora’s implied lower-class background and the show’s general critique of capitalism, I wonder if there would’ve been an episode where we got to explore Kikimora’s origins; Said episode might criticize the tourism industry and its exploitation of the local population, from which Kikimora’s family may have made their living as workers at hotels and resorts.

That could really add to her motives then; That desire to be more than she is, having constantly had her impoverished household directly juxtaposed with the luxury and wealth of tourists and customers. Kikimora is someone who’s used to being a servant to people richer and of greater social standing than her, and having to rely on such people for business and the local economy; Feeding into her inferiority complex, and her desire to eventually reverse positions instead of undoing that dynamic entirely by calling the shots this time. And it’d feed into Kikimora’s apparent apprehension for people that she seems to share with Raine if she was customer service; She’s used to being smaller both literally and figuratively!

In folklore, the Kikimora is a house demon who takes care of the household... Perhaps this would be reflected in Kikimora’s background as a maid or cleaner who’d tidy up guest rooms and other parts of the resort, as part of her subservient role? The Kikimora of folklore is also known to break dishes and cause trouble, so perhaps Kikimora was ostracized as a problem child who screwed up her tasks, and so sought better opportunity in the Emperor’s Coven?

That’d add a tragedy and sympathy to Kikimora’s character; She’s used to being treated flippantly and as an afterthought, having to work for just the smallest scraps from those who have more than enough to spare. She’d have left one servant position, only to transition into another beneath Belos; Who as a colonizer... There’s a lot of connection between colonization and vacation resorts in ‘third-world countries’. So that’d just make things all the more topical for Kiki, and have perhaps set up a redemption if we got the chance to explore her character in a full Season 3. Her being a hand demon could add a dark visual pun to the imagery of a salon worker having to provide manicures...

And since the Oracle Head seems to be a hand demon or at least adjacent, I wonder if he would’ve been introduced in a hypothetical episode that explored Palm Stings and Kikimora’s backstory? Perhaps he’s a rival/idol for Kikimora, only for her to be disappointed when this fellow hand demon who rose to the top doesn’t care. Maybe we’d see him take a vacation to Palm Stings, and explore his reputation in that area; Or juxtapose by revealing he’s from the right hand instead!

#the owl house #the owl house kikimora #speculation #meta

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illegal-spiegel · 4 years ago

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“Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot”

Pairing: Hikaru Hitachiin x f!reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut Warnings: jealous and possessive Hikaru, unprotected sex (wrap it up), a dash of degradation, choking, and I think that’s it lmao Summary: You’ve been dating Hikaru since high school but that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous of your coworker at the coffee shop Word Count: 4.1k words A/N: characters are aged up!! Prompt #72 from my 1k Followers Event: “You’re Mine.”

You and Hikaru have been sweethearts since high school. The thing is, when you two first started dating, no one thought it was going to last, seeing as how you two were literally enemies until Hikaru kissed you to shut you up. After that kiss, you two avoided each other until Kaoru tried talking to you while pretending to be Hikaru. You weren’t blind though. You could tell it was Kaoru instead of his twin. You played along until the end though, only revealing you knew it was really him until he got his point across. His point was “I’m sorry for treating you so poorly. I’m just not very good with feelings and I didn’t know how to face you after the kiss without arguing with you.” You figured that Kaoru wouldn’t say something like that unless Hikaru felt that way himself. So, you grew a pair and talked to Hikaru after he was done with the Host Club.

“It appears I’m going to be the man in this relationship.” was the first thing you said to him, to which he scoffed at because A. if anyone is going to be the man, it’s him and B. who says you two are in a relationship?

You just kissed him and that easily proved your point. From then on, you two started dating, to everyone’s surprise. Just because you two were dating though doesn’t mean you two stopped fighting. While everyone else has their honeymoon phase, you two went right to the old married couple stage. They weren’t ever serious fights though. One time you two argued about who had better eyes. Hikaru couldn’t admit to you that it was definitely you and you couldn’t admit to him that it was actually him, so you both claimed that it was yourselves.

After that phase ended though, you two went into the honeymoon phase, which just confused everyone, including you and Hikaru. Suddenly, him leaving his used cup on your bedside table didn’t bother you anymore. You’ll just bring it down with you when you go downstairs. Hikaru realized that he didn’t mind you having your clothes thrown out in every other direction in his room anymore. His maid will just clean it up anyway. No harm done.

The honeymoon ‘phase’ was more annoying to everyone than the old married couple phase. Now, instead of you two arguing who wants the last piece of candy, you two are ‘arguing’ about who gets to kiss who last. It makes everyone gag. Honey senpai seems to think it’s really sweet though.

That was four years ago and now, you two are just as bad now as you were back then. Everyone, luckily and unluckily, decided to go to the same university. It is way out of your price range but that wasn’t going to stop your boyfriend of four years from getting you to go there. “I’ll pay off all your bills, babe. Don’t worry,” he’ll always reassure you despite your worries and nagging. You refuse to let him pay for it all though, so you got a job.

It was actually pretty easy to nail the job, seeing as how it’s at the coffee shop where you and the gang always went for energy boosters and to study. You were already friends with the manager from going in there so much, so when you asked if they were hiring, they practically hired you on the spot.

Hikaru didn’t like you having a job though.

“Why do you even work here? I can pay for everything, babe. You don’t have to worry about it. So why don’t you just quit? I miss hanging out with you,” he complains every time you leave for work, when he shows up to your work, and when you come back to your shared apartment. His argument, in your royal opinion, is stupid. If anything, you see him too much as it is. I mean, you already live with the guy and have half of your classes with him. What more does he want from you?

It took him a month to finally accept the fact that yes, you will pay for things yourself, and no, you are not quitting just because he wants you to. Once he realizes that you can secretly give him free coffee though, not that price ever mattered to him, he was happy. “Okay, but I also want a free muffin,” he finally agreed.

It was like that for maybe half a year before new problems started to arise. Your boss hired a new guy who you don’t even know the name of yet but, oh, Hikaru hates him already. “I don’t like him. He smells like too much Axe body spray and he has a weird, purple piercing in his eyebrow. And! And, he has a tattoo. A tattoo! Who does he think he is,” Hikaru complains to you while you try to do homework. He had gotten your schedule mixed up and when he went to go see you on your day off, he ran into the new guy. You weren’t surprised that he could tell he’s new since Hikaru is practically there as much as you are. He knows everyone and, of course, everyone loves him.

Not this guy though, apparently.

“When he gave me my coffee, it tasted off! Then, I realized, he didn’t add sugar! I didn’t say anything about sugar!” he continues to rant, making you sigh and set your pencil down. You turn to face him now, placing your hand over his and soothingly rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin.

“Baby, I’m sure it was an accident. He’s new, remember? I’m sure he just forgot to add it,” you reassure, giving his cheek a kiss once he takes a deep breath and lets it all go in one breath.

“Fine. I guess you’re right. But if he messes up again, I won’t hesitate to say something next time!” You giggle at this and nod your head, giving him a proper kiss this time to relax him even more.

“Okay, baby. You do that,” you tease before going back to your homework. This, of course, was just not okay.

“Babe, we’ve been studying for hours. Let’s take a break,” he coos, moving closer to you and starting to place kisses along your neck. You try to ignore him and focus but your boyfriend knows you too well. Knows your body too well.

“You mean I’ve been studying for hours. You’ve just been talking and playing on your phone,” you tease, a gasp ripping from you when he sucks and nibbles on your sweet spot. You feel him smirk against your skin, his hands coming to squeeze your thighs.

“Fair point. Makeout with me a little and then, and only then, will I study,” he bargains, making you roll your eyes.

“Fat chance,” you decline him as you playfully push him away, making him whine loudly.

“But baby—”

“No. Study and then, and only then, will I makeout with you,” you bargain right back, a smirk of your own coming to your face.

“You’re wicked,” he says with a dramatic gasp and a hand across his heart. When you don’t reply or even react, he groans before finally picking up his pencil. “Fine! You better take your shirt off too then,” he snaps before focusing on his work. Most of your study sessions go like this.

The next day at work, the new guy, Ritsu, came in in the middle of your shift. Your boss introduced the two of you once he put his stuff away in his locker, the guy seeming nervous for his next shift today. You smile at him and shake his hand, reassuring him that you’ll help him out today. He seems to relax at this, thanking you before starting to get to work. Whenever he had a question or messed up, you were right there to help him. The day, overall, went pretty smoothly you think.

At the end of your shifts, he grabs his things from his locker before walking to the front with you. “Do you need a ride home?” he asks as he walks over to his motorcycle. You smile at him but shake your head, taking your phone out of your pocket to check your messages.

“No, that’s okay. My boyfriend is picking me up and taking me out to dinner. Thank you though!” you reply with a sweet smile, Ritsu flashing you a smile back as he climbs onto his motorcycle.

“Okay, good. I didn’t want you walking home alone at night. I heard there was a robbery a couple of roads away from here,” he explains as he pulls his helmet on.

“Oh yeah. It was at the corner gas station. That’s so sweet of you to think of me though. I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever need a ride!” you thank once more. He nods as he turns the vehicle on, bidding you farewell with a salute before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

You check the time and see that you have a few minutes until your boyfriend gets there. Luckily, he seemed to have left early because, within the next minute, he’s stopping right in front of you. “Well, hello there, good lookin’. Do you need a ride?” he playfully flirts. You hum and pretend to think about it as you walk over to his window.

“Well, I don’t know. Are you going to show me a good time?” you playfully flirt right back. He hums as he happily lets his eyes trail over your body despite your hideous work clothes. He didn’t seem to mind them though.

“Oh, you have no idea, baby. Don’t tell my girlfriend though.” You scoff as you burst into a fit of giggles, lightly hitting his arm before going to the passenger side.

“Well, that depends. Am I prettier than her?” you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you slide into the car and pull your seatbelt over your body. He hums and nods his head, putting the car in reverse as he replies.

“Oh, most definitely. She’s like a fat cow,” he jokes, making you scoff and hit him again.

“I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying such things about her. What if I decide to tell her what you said about her?” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest as if you’re mad at him. You know for a fact that he’d never cheat on you. You always tease him that he’s too obsessed with you. ‘I love you! I’m not obsessed with you! There’s a difference!’ he’d always argue to your joking jab.

Before he can leave the parking spot, he stops the car to look at you with this new glint in his eyes. “What if I eat you out so good that you can’t even remember your own name, let alone mine?” he whispers right into your ear, his tongue licking around the shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath, not expecting his sudden change in this little game you two were playing.

“I doubt you’re any good,” you sass, it lacking the power that you want it to have. He pulls away from the side of your head to make eye contact with you again, his eyes shining with a newfound lust.

“Well, I’ve only ever been with my girlfriend, so it’s possible. You should hear the way she screams my name though. She’ll cum three times from my mouth and fingers alone before I even give what she really wants inside of her,” he says lowly, your eyes moving to watch his lips as he talks. You press your legs together, already starting to feel arousal bubbling low in your gut.

“Is she any good in bed?” you decide to ask, bringing the attention off of him. You wait for him to say something along the lines of ��no, she’s horrible’ but it seems he decides to stop playing your little game all of a sudden.

“She’s better than good. She sucks me off like I’m a popsicle and she just got out of the desert. She’s always so desperate to unravel me but I never do only because I know it works her up even more. She then starts acting like a brat, trying to get her way. We both know that’s just her way of annoying me to the point that I punish her. Mmhm, her screams sound so good when her face is shoved into our mattress,” he replies, his voice dropping an octave or two. You gulp at this, feeling your panties dampen with your slick.

“No wonder she’s your girlfriend,” you whisper, your throat suddenly too dry for your liking. He only hums before continuing with his driving, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it once you two get on the road.

“What do you want to eat? I’m kind of in the mood for Mexican,” he says to you as if he didn’t just make you so horny that the only thing you can think about is having him inside of your mouth instead of food.

“That sounds fine,” you say softly, trying to think of anything but that. He smirks at the way you sound, which is slightly wrecked, and starts to head in the direction of a Mexican restaurant that you two like. That night ended, of course, with him deep inside of you and grunting out all sorts of deliciously dark things into your ear.

Things continued on like normal for a while. You went to work but didn’t get to work with Ritsu again for a week, so Hikaru never ran into him again. The day you did work with him though, he seemed to be struggling more than usual. So, when there was a break in customers, you decide to ask him what was up.

“Sorry. I got into this fight with my girlfriend, Mei, this morning,” he explains, a frown hanging heavy on his face. You nod your head, only too familiar with that feeling. You and Hikaru don’t have serious fights a lot but you, obviously, have them just like every other couple.

“It’s okay. I understand. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can give you my opinion or some advice?” you offer, wanting to help him feel better. He thinks about your offer for a moment before sighing and giving in, starting to tell you everything that had happened that morning. You two occasionally pause to help a customer but always end up focusing back on his situation. As a woman yourself, you look at his story from her point of view and figure out what might be the cause of her frustrations.

“Okay,” you say once he finishes his story, “I think I see what the problem is.” You then tell him what you think and what he should do to mend their relationship. After hearing your advice, he realized what he did wrong and gets so excited that he hugs you.

“Thank you so much! It all makes sense now! No wonder she was so upset! You’re seriously a lifesaver! I owe you one!” He hugs you tightly, making you giggle and return the hug.

“It’s no problem at all,” you reassure. You two pull away when you hear the bell ring, automatic smiles coming to your face to greet your new customer. Your eyes widened when you saw your boyfriend instead though. A very angry and brooding boyfriend at that. “Babe? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be here for another hour?” you ask confusedly, walking around the counter to give him your usual hug and kiss.

His eyes are on Ritsu though.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want me here? Am I interrupting something?” he snaps, his eyes squinting at Ritsu as he says this. Your brows furrow at his words, stopping in front of him and dropping your arms since it’s obvious that he’s not going to give you a hug.

“What? Well, I’m working but—”

“Oh, sorry to bother you then. I’ll let you get right back to it,” he snaps, turning his glare to you before leaving without another word. He doesn’t stop or turn around when you call after him either, making you sigh as a frown comes to your face.

“What’s up with him?” you mumble, trying to think as to why he would be mad. That’s when it hit you. You hugging Ritsu? Did that upset him? But why? You hug guys all of the time. Well, not all of the time. And then again, they’re his friends too or your family. You snap out of your daze when the bell jingles again, signaling a new customer. You sigh and go back behind the counter, smiling and greeting the customer happily. Guess you’ll just have to talk to him about it later then.

When you get off work and you get back home, you find that Hikaru isn’t home. You think back to what he was telling you yesterday, remembering him telling you his plans for today. You check the time on the microwave before looking at your fridge for any notes. He doesn't have any plans right now that you are aware of and he didn’t leave a note telling you where he was going or when he’ll be back. Maybe there was an emergency? That just makes you worry more though.

You let it go with a heavy exhale, trying not to read too much into it. You don’t have to know where he is every second of every day.

You go to your bathroom to take a shower and get the smell of coffee off of you. You end up accidentally using his body wash though, the smell of cinnamon and ginger filling your nostrils. It’s not your favorite but it’s what he’s been using for years. He pulls off the smell really well though.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a baby blue towel, leaning against the sink to look at your skin in the mirror. After applying some lotion to your body to make you feel extra nice, you leave the bathroom. You stop at the door though when you find Hikaru sitting on the bed, his feet still on the floor and his hands hanging between his knees. Now you’re even more concerned. Normally, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to take a shower with you but now he won’t even look at you.

“Hikaru,” you call out softly to him, seeming to bring him out of his daze. You walk over to him and come to stand in between his legs, making him sit up straighter. His eyes glaze over your bare collarbones and neck, something spurring to life in his eyes as water droplets cascade down your soft skin.

“You’re mine,” he says suddenly, his eyes snapping to yours. Your eyes widen a bit at this random declaration, your brow raising curiously at him.

“What?” is your brilliant reply to him. You gasp when he stands and switches your positions in a flash, the back of your knees hitting the bed before you fall back onto it. You gape up at him, your hands clinging to the front of your towel.

“You heard me. You’re mine!” he growls, his hands snagging your towel away from you before you can even attempt to stop him. His eyes wander your body, a dark look in his eyes as he takes his sweet time admiring your naked body.

“Hikaru,” you breathe his name, goosebumps crawling over your flesh. He hums in response, one of his knees coming to the bed so he can lean over you, his fingers starting to trace random lines and patterns into your skin.

“That’s right. Say my name, baby,” he coos, his fingers coming to tweak your nipples. You moan his name in response, back arching up into his hands. He watches you with attentive eyes, not daring to look away from your lewd expressions or wet hole for even a second. He loves how quickly you react to his touch, your body always craving his as much as his craves yours. “Who do you belong to?” he asks as he crawls completely over you, staring into your eyes as he lets his hands crawl down your body.

“You,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Who?” he growls, suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your drooling heat.

“You, Hikaru!” you cry, back arching when he slips a third finger in. He hums lowly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scraping the pads of his fingers against your g-spot to get you really moaning for him.

“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine, now and forever,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out, making you whimper. He brings his dry hand up to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he stares into your eyes. “Shut up! Dirty whores like you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he hisses, not letting your neck go as he uses his other hand to remove his pants and boxers. “‘M gonna fill you up, remind you that you only belong to me,” he mumbles, his hand frantically trying to pull his member free.

Your brows furrow at this as you bring your hands up to his chest. Before you can question him though, he starts to push into you. You both groan in sync as he slips inside, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment. You forget about his words for now, your brain only thinking about the way he feels inside of you.

He just barely bottoms out before he’s already pulling back to thrust back in, starting a frantic pace. You moan his name loudly, your nails lightly scratching his chest, causing him to hiss. He keeps up the frenzied pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

You both cum almost at the same time, Hikaru finally giving you permission to cum after denying you your orgasm over and over again. He keeps true to his word, pushing deep inside of you and coating your walls white. He stays inside of you for a while, his chest heaving as he tries to get air back. He slowly releases your throat, and instead brushes his fingers against your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes shining with regret. You’re confused for a moment, thinking that that’s some of the best sex you’ve ever had. Then you remember his words from before, how he kept saying you’re his and that no one is going to take you from him.

“What’s going on, my love?” you whisper, still a little breathless. He looks away from you, starting to worry his lip between his teeth.

“Don’t leave me for him,” he whispers, and if you weren’t just a couple of inches away from him, you wouldn’t have heard it. He pulls out of you then and moves to lay beside you, putting his back to you.

“What? Hey. Hey, look at me,” you say worriedly, pushing yourself up onto your elbow as you use your free hand to gently trace random shapes into his back. It takes him a minute but he eventually turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling instead of you. “What’s all this ‘leaving me’ talk about? We’ve been dating for years, Hikaru. Why would I want to leave you for someone else?” you ask with furrowed brows, starting to run your hand through his hair to help soothe him. He leans into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Despite your reassuring words, he looks scared, worried.

“What about Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot? You seemed to like him a lot,” he grumbles, his mouth turning into a scowl just at the thought of the man. You can’t help but smile at how jealous he is, your heart swelling with the amount of love you hold for the man before you.

“You dope, he was asking me for advice about his girlfriend. That hug happened because he was thanking me for basically saving his relationship,” you inform, a smirk on your face as you watch the realization come over his face.

“Oh,” he squeaks out, his face turning sheepish and red. You snort and move to lay your head down on his chest.

“You’re such an idiot. You should know by now that you’re the one for me, idiot and all,” you tease, gently rubbing his chest and abdomen. He huffs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him.

“Whatever. As if you wouldn’t get upset if I was hugging another girl,” he accuses.

“You act as if another girl would even come near someone as ugly as you,” you tease, obviously joking.

“Hey!”

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years ago

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hey!! Your fic recommendations are always elite–I was wondering if you had any kid fics, thank you <3

Hi anon. I have plenty of kid fics for you. Since you didn't quite specify what kind of kid fic you wanted I decided to divide it into fics where Charles and Erik are kids or get deaged and fics that involve kids. This is kind of a long list so I hope that there are plenty of new fics for you to read.

Cherik Kid Fic

--They are kids or get deaged--

Conspiracy of Kisses - Alaceron

Summary: Seven-year-old Erik needs to keep his telepathic best friend Charles from finding out that he wants to kiss him. But that's okay, because he has a plan - he'll put on a tinfoil hat.

Chasing After You - Alaceron

Summary: Charles isn't very good at tag. Erik helps

We’ll be the sum - afrocurl, ninemoons42

Summary: In between bouts of blanket burrito-ing and vegging out on movies, Charles and Erik figure out how they currently feel about each other.

Of course, they're schoolboys and they're on a sleepover and also Edie dotes on them both excessively, so things work out just fine.

Growing pains - ikeracity

Summary: Twelve-year-old Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, closed-off foster kid with trust issues and a bad temper. Ten-year-old Charles Xavier is a lonely kid in boarding school who just wants a friend.

Logan pretends he doesn't think they're both fucking adorable.

Valentine’s day – ikeracity

Summary: Kid fic! Erik waits impatiently all day at school to give Charles a card for Valentine's Day. Maybe Charles has something for him too...?

Now You Know You Know it Now – luninosity

Summary: Erik’s not sure why he keeps glancing at the other boy. Not as if Erik likes other kids, or other people in general, for that matter. But still—he finds himself looking. Again.

This Family Comes with Batteries - Fishwrites, lynneh

Summary: An orphaned Charles Xavier goes to live with his Godfather: Tony Stark. This story is a tale of what would have happened to the events of MCU, if Tony was raising a six year old telepath in Stark Tower. There is also the matter of Charles' robot AI manny/bodyguard/tutor/only-friend, David.

You’re Not Doing This Alone – flightinflame, Lynds

Summary: What's meant to be a simple recruitment mission leads to both Erik and Charles being de-aged back to thirteen years old. Terrified and out of their depth, the boys try to hide their situation and help each other until they can work out what is going on.

Charles Xavier, A Retelling – Extra_fried_noodles

Summary: An attempt to reverse his paralysis goes wrong, and Charles is de-aged into a 2 year old toddler. While Hank scrambles to fix the situation, the whole gang is here to help. Through a mix of selective memory, they watch Charles relive his childhood, revealing some deeply hidden and painful truths.

Protective Instinct – Groovyhornbill

Summary: Charles and Erik were testing Cerebro’s new prototype when things went very wrong.

Divergence – Lynds

Summary: Universes and timelines collide, dropping two younger versions of Charles Xavier into the midst of the hunt for Sebastian Shaw. Now the newly formed X-men have to deal with a strangely quiet and self-reliant six year old, and a sixteen year old covered in bruises.

Erik, in particular, has to accept that the man he loves hasn't had the kind, happy upbringing he wished for him. But these children are here now, and Erik's not going to let anyone hurt them this time.

--Where they have kids--

Sink or Swim – endingthemes

Summary: Erik is a struggling single dad of three kids with a burning hatred for Sebastian Shaw, the man who wronged him years ago. He’s tried to move on with his life, but a run-in with Shaw’s rude, spoiled omega, Charles, drags up old anger. When Charles ends up in the hospital after an accident, Erik goes to confront him only to find that Charles has amnesia. In the confusion, Charles mistakenly assumes that Erik is his mate.

Erik knows he should clear up the misunderstanding, but how can he pass up this perfect chance for a little revenge?

(An Overboard AU)

Rumor Has It - blueink3

Summary: "Did I hear the doorbell earlier?"

"Yeah, but I'd steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don't know what's going on, but there's a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof."

Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles' life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he's slowly learning to adapt to the first, he's not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.

Words and Pictures – pocky_slash

Summary: When Lorna's powers manifest early, Charles Xavier's mutant picture books are the perfect teaching tool. Erik just hadn't expected the author to be so young. Or attractive. Or available.

Write this number down (you can call it anytime) – pocky_slash

Summary: When Erik upsets his children, they have a habit of running away from home--and straight to Charles' school for cookies and consolation. Charles doesn't mind the visitors, but as they appear more and more frequently, he realizes that sooner or later, he and Erik are going to have to talk about what happened on the beach and what it means for their future and the future of Erik's children.

Dress Your Family in Plaid and Skinny Jeans – cygnaut

Summary: Erik and Charles meet at the mutant playgroup/parenting support circle and they instantly hit it off. And so do their kids, Lorna and David.

Not What I was Expecting (So Much Better) – lazulisong

Summary: Erik, the single father, hires Charles, the grad student with the slightly shady past, to be his manny.

Heli Cases – Black_Betty

Summary: "Heli Cases" is a program on PBS whose aim is to educate on the rapidly increasing occurrence of genetic mutation in the general populous by breaking the complex science down into palatable, easy to digest pieces.

It is also the only thing that helps Erik get his fussy daughter to fall asleep.

(Featuring Dadneto, baby Lorna and the struggles of single fatherhood, and Charles as the host of a late night show about genetics.)

Doing Something for Yourself – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik is a hard working engineer and single dad, Charles runs a local Community Center where Wanda and Pietro spend their time after school. Erik accidentally makes Charles' acquaintance one Wednesday evening when he's running late from work. Erik has no idea if he stands a chance with his new acquaintance, but that isn't going to keep him from falling for the guy.

A Good Dad – listerinezero

Summary: Ten years later, Magneto has left the Brotherhood and Raven asks Charles to help her find him. Charles discovers that Erik is the single father of five year old twins Wanda and Pietro, and he is doing everything he can to keep them safe from his former enemies.

Take a Chance (On Me) – Ook

Summary: In which Charles, terrorised by his abusive ex, takes his young son to a small town in America, where they both settle down and make friends with their neighbours. Particularly the town mechanic, Erik, and his foster son, Alex. Requester stated they wanted to "drown in H/C. "

Can’t Buy Me Love – niniblack

Summary: Erik's a single dad struggling to make it work and nab the promotion he's been waiting for. The last thing he needs is to get involved with politician and notorious playboy Charles Xavier.

(The Maid in Manhattan pastiche that no one asked for.)

Ohana – royal_chandler

Summary: Erik's children are absolute hellions. If by hellions, one means children who are incredibly protective of their new family unit and won't let a few household mishaps get in the way of keeping it together.

One Second and a Million Miles – magneto

Summary: Between being a parent to the best baby in the history of man-kind and co-running a Mutant Center in Hell's Kitchen, Erik Lehnsherr has his hands pretty full. Too full, certainly for romance; something that has never really been on his radar to begin with.

All that changes, however, when he meets Dr. Charles Xavier. Handsome, intelligent, capable, kind, an Omega level telepath, and one of the best pediatricians in the state, he's everything Erik didn't know he was looking for. But he's also Lorna's pediatrician which means, of course, he's off-limits. Except how is Erik supposed to try and forget his crush when he and Charles keep running into each other as if fate is trying to tell them something? When, as Charles says, they seem to want the same thing?

Her Only Mutations Were Her Blue Eyes and Her Auburn Hair – Pookaseraph

Summary: While sneaking back out of Russia, Erik and Charles stumble across Anya, Erik's presumed dead daughter, and it changes quite a few little things along the way. Fluffy, self-indulgent, fix-it.

Despicably Yours – Cesare, veryorangecat

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr, AKA Magneto, is a supervillain without equal... except maybe one: Charles Xavier, AKA Professor X, AKA Erik's next door neighbor. When their competition heats up, Erik decides the only way to get ahead is to adopt four mutant orphans to infiltrate Charles's mansion.

Things don't go as planned.

The Wrong Impression – Rosawyn

Summary: Charles is trying to balance the responsibilities of his career with his responsibilities as a single father to a tiny baby. It's not something he ever thought he'd have to do, and it's not as easy as those women on the internet make it look! He does't have much of a social life (unless talking to his sister on the phone and attending a parents' class where he's the only guy count), and he doesn't even have time to think of dating. He's just trying to keep his job - and keep his son fed and healthy.

Marrying a Mob – Ook

Summary: Charles is a teacher at a very exclusive school. When armed men burst in on the trail of two children, of course he stands up to them and gets hurt. The children are Erik Lehnsherr's children (of course); a "prominent businessman" or, less politely, "mobster".

Erik is grateful to Charles for saving his children's lives at the cost of his kneecap. So very grateful.

Naturally he tries to reward Charles for his actions. Equally naturally, Charles will be having none of that.

Azazel finds the whole thing unspeakably hilarious. Naturally.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #asks #earnestly answers #kid fic #long post

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Family reunions. An event where relatives from either the maternal or paternal side meet at one location to better know each other. Most of the time families will have a specific date for the reunions like holidays or for birthdays of their youngest or oldest relatives.

However the Fowl family of Ireland were not used to hosting such events, and hadn’t since about forty years ago. Which explained why Artemis Fowl II felt more uptight than usual tonight. His father, Artemis Fowl Senior, brought up the idea at dinner a few weeks ago.

“You want to bring together everyone who’s had a familial connection to the Fowl Family? Why?”

“I think it’s necessary, Artemis,” His father replied. “I spent two years missing while you and your mother were left alone. The Fowl Family needs to strengthen its connections if this should happen again, and additionally, you need to strengthen your familial connections.”

Unbeknownst to his father, Artemis had already developed better social skills in part to his escapades with an unlikely source: faeries. Deep below the crust of the earth they not only had access to magic, but created technology and medicine that rivaled those in the top countries’ militaries.

However it was only until recently that Artemis had remembered any of the events that transpired with them, along with his kindness, compassion, and generosity. To his parents he probably went through a sudden personality reversal, perhaps another contribution to his father’s decision.

So all he could do was stand in the hallway and wait for the first part of the extended Fowl Family to arrive.

Not alone of course. His trusted bodyguard, Butler, stood by his side. Artemis was never seen in public without him around, and not a single one of his earliest memories from when he was 4 lacked the near seven foot man.

“You’ll do just fine,” Butler spoke up, sensing the teen’s nerves. “You’ve met plenty of other people before.”

“Right,” Artemis replied, fixing his suit even though it was already done. “Businesses with millionaires, criminals, experts in all fields of study. Meetings with other members of my family should be a breeze.”

Yet as Artemis stuffed his hands into his pockets, he found himself listening more intensely to all the sounds in the manor. The clattering of plates from the kitchen, maids and butlers setting up extra seats for the dinner table, decorators walking by as flower arrangements rustled.

He took in a sharp inhale as a bell rang out. The first member had arrived.

The teen speed walked on the red rug that went down the hallway up towards the entrance, the doors left open tonight so the special guests could come inside easily. The sound of heavy footsteps followed right behind him, meaning that Butler was following his lead.

Artemis had presumed that the other Fowl relatives would be successful business owners, doctors, engineers, or the stray chance that they were also criminals.

Yet here he was looking at six people, with only one of them fitting the description in his mind. The first was a huge man with black hair in an orange jumpsuit who seemed to be near Butler’s height, with a possible chance of rivaling his strength. The second was a woman with ginger hair and deep blue eyes who was wearing a modest teal gown. The third was a man with gray hair, blue eyes and walked in a precise manner.

The last two were teens presumably around his age. One was a girl with ginger hair and blue eyes just like the woman from before. She wore a sky blue dress that went down to her knees and had a matching hairband. The girl was holding hands with the other teen who had raven-black hair and blue eyes darting about and taking in the sight of the manor.

‘It’s likely he’s either nervous or looking for any places to explore after introductions are done,’ Artemis thought to himself. ‘Though there’s no doubt that he’s a Fowl family member if he has hair and eyes similar to my own.’

“Hello, welcome to Fowl Manor, the ancestral home of all Fowls,” He heard his father greet them. “Whom may you be?”

“I’m Jack Fenton,” The large man in the jumpsuit spoke, holding out his hand. “I’ve been told I was related to Devon Fowl, a great grandfather of yours.”

“Ah yes, one of the two Fowls that went to America,” His father replied, shaking Mr. Fenton’s hand, or rather letting him shake it. “I presume that this must be your family. Your children should get along with my son. And Vlad Masters? Why are you accompanying them?”

“Ah apologies, Mr. Fowl. I’m an old college friend of Jack, and after I was told they needed assistance with getting to the Fowl Manor, I was able to lend them a hand,” Mr. Masters spoke.

‘So that’s his connection,’ Artemis wondered.

“And I see your son’s arrived,” Mr. Masters continued. “Such a gifted lad to manage your business for over two years.”

“Son, come over and introduce yourself to your relatives,” His father called him.

Taking a breath to compose himself, Artemis walked over. “I’m Artemis Fowl the Second, pleased to make your acquaintance,” He said with a bow.

“Well hello there Artemis,” The woman said with a smile. “I’m Maddie Fenton, and these are my two kids, Danny and Jazz.”

“Hi,” Jazz said, waving her free hand.

“Hey,” Danny said, avoiding Artemis’ direct gaze.

“Artemis dearie, why don’t you and Butler go chat with your cousins in the living room?” His mother suggested. “I’m certain they’d love to hear about our history.”

While Artemis was certain he would be more interested in the adults' conversation, a small stern look from his father made him hold back a response. “Of course, mother,” He replied. “Come along, there’s not much time between now and dinner.”

“What are we eating anyways?” Jazz asked.

“It’ll be a surprise.”

“Like what, tiny entrees? Served with a small cup of mineral water?” Danny asked.

“Danny,” Jazz whispered.

“I’m just saying what’s it with rich people and serving fancy meals? Can’t it ever be steak? Ravioli? Pizza? Just saying.”

“Pfft, Americans,” Artemis scoffed. “You haven’t really eaten food until you’ve been outside of the United States.”

“Okay, you’ve got me there, some of the kinds of food over there are weird,” Danny replied.

“Including your chili bean and avocado milkshakes?” Jazz asked.

Artemis’s eyes widened by a centimeter and he was grateful he was too busy earlier to bother eating a snack. “Beg pardon?” Butler asked.

“He likes drinking crazy milkshake combinations, dubbed the Nasty Shakes,” Jazz explained. “I have no idea how he doesn’t have digestive tract issues.”

“Well there is, but every fiber in my being never wants me to retell that story,” Danny added with a shudder.

“Thank goodness,” Butler muttered.

The four grew quiet as they walked further down the hallway. Large portraits and sculptures of past Fowl family members were lined up on both sides. Butler opened the door to the living room and let the trio inside.

“So Artemis,” Jazz spoke up. “Is there anything you want to talk about regarding the Fowl family’s past?”

“Certainly Jasmine,” Artemis answered. “The oldest of our ancestors that we know of is Oisin Fowl, who also purchased the grounds that the Fowl Manor resides on.”

“ Sounds like a cool name,” Danny said.

“Given that Oisin is the name of the son of Fionn MacCumhail, a legendary warrior from Irish mythology, I’m sure that was intentional. According to historical records, he acquired a large sum of wealth in the early 1700s, though most historians argue as to whether it was done legally.”

“Wait, what do you mean by legally?” Jazz asked.

“Well there’s evidence that a nearby wealthy noble lost some of his own fortune around the same time Oisin bought the land,” Artemis explained. “However there wasn’t any sufficient evidence to prove him guilty. In any case, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

“As in stories of our ancestors getting rich and famous? Or the dozens of times that you and your dad got accused of committing some sort of theft?” Danny asked.

‘Perhaps I was wrong to view Daniel as an average American teen,’ Artemis thought to himself. “You’re familiar with the news in the EU? I’m genuinely surprised, Daniel.”

His cousin shuddered. “One, don’t call me Daniel. Only my mom, my dad, and my teachers call me that, nobody else. Except Jazz when I'm in big trouble.”

"It's true," Jazz added with a nod.

“What about Mr. Masters?” Butler asked.

“He does that on purpose, no matter how many times I try to tell him to stop,” Danny answered, rolling his eyes. “Two, I’ve got two best friends. One of them has parents who talk about business owners and rich people, and the other has a VPN and incredibly good hacking abilities.”

“Well if your friend manages to get into the Fowl Manor’s data, I’ll be impressed,” Artemis replies with a small smile.

“Oh yeah? Let me see what he thinks,” his cousin replied with a smirk, already reaching into his phone to text his friend.

“Well then, if he responds, tell him I say challenge accepted,” he answered with an equally confident smirk.

‘Note to self: update encryption soon.’

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two could pull off looking like twins,” Jazz muttered, glancing between the two teens.

“Mmm, definitely not acting though,” Butler added thoughtfully. “Artemis is probably the only teen who enjoys caviar.”

“Butler,” Artemis muttered in annoyance but also embarrassment. It did not help that his bodyguard gave a small chuckle.

“Yeah, and I doubt I could pull off an Irish accent,” Danny laughed. “Though maybe looking like you is possible, if I get a lot of hair gel.”

A knock entered the room. “Excuse me a moment,” Butler said as he approached the entrance.

Two people stood outside. One was a woman with brown hair with faint gray streaks, blue eyes, and a dress that reached down to her ankles. The other was a boy who looked younger than him or Danny. He had jet black hair, striking sea green eyes, and wore a tux. He looked at everything in the room before looking up at Butler.

“Whoa you’re giant,” he said in awe.

“Hi, I’m Sally Jackson,” the woman introduced herself. “I was told that Percy could hang around his cousins if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all, Ms. Jackson,” Butler said, giving a small nod to Percy. “I believe two of your cousins are also from America.”

Percy glanced at Danny and Jazz. “What state?”

“Illinois,” Danny answered. “You?”

“New York!”

“Wait, NYC New York?”

“Yeah!”

“No way! What’s it like? Have you been to the museums over there?”

“Once or twice I think!”

“Lucky!”

“Well looks like he’ll be fine,” Ms. Jackson muttered before giving her son a hug. “See you at dinner, Percy.”

“Bye mom!” His cousin said as Ms. Jackson walked back down the hallway. He immediately sat right between Danny and Artemis, who moved a few centimeters away.

“What about you?” Percy asked him. “Have you lived in Ireland your whole life, or did you travel around with your dad? How big is this place? Also is that your bodyguard?”

“I was raised here for most of my life, my father did let me accompany him for a few meetings, the entire estate is roughly 200 acres, and yes, you may address him as Butler.”

All three of his cousins turned around to look at the bodyguard before turning back to Artemis.

“A bodyguard named Butler?” Jazz said skeptically.

“Last name, actually.”

“What’s his first?” Danny asked.

“It’s a secret, pray you’re not around to find out,” Butler rumbled. The teens went silent again, including Artemis.

“...That’s a joke right?” Percy asked, breaking the silence.

“If it was a joke, either Butler or I would’ve laughed,” Artemis put it bluntly. His weak social skills sensed the need to change the topic. “Do you mind telling us about where you live, Daniel.”

“Oh sure Arty, whatever you say,” Danny said with a smug look.

Artemis blinked, only ever hearing Holly use that nickname. “What?”

“Look if you’re going to give me a nickname I don’t like, I’ll have to give you one too. It’s the Law of Equivalent Exchange.”

“That’s not a law I’ve heard about before,” Artemis muttered, trying to rack his brain as to which field of science it came from. Percy in the meanwhile giggled with a hand over his mouth while Jazz shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Sam shouldn’t have let you watch that anime in the first place,” she groaned.

“Well looks like I get to tell Artemis about it,” Danny said with a growing grin.

'I have the sinking feeling I'll regret not knowing this Law of Equivalent Exchange,' Artemis thought.

#psst fowldom come read this #danny phantom #artemis fowl #percy jackon and the olympians #crossover #[[ smash bros announcer's voice ]] FREE FOR ALL #crossover danuary week 2022

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unoriginalpun · 2 years ago

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Sumeru's Grand Scribe: Seer of Light Alhaitham

Maid of Space Kaveh Analysis

Disclaimer: Just like before, this analysis may include my own personal headcanons about the character. Just a heads up! Forgive me too if its format is a little all over the place.

SPOILERS FOR HOMESTUCK TOO.

Since we already know a whole lot about him as well as having already cemented himself as an important character in Sumeru's storyline, instead of just focusing on predicting what kind of character he might be, I'll include some facets of how his surroundings affect him and his classpect.

Seer: Passive knowing class => One who sees their Aspect or one who sees with their aspect. Alternatively, one who understands their aspect or informs others of/with their aspect.

Light: Abstract => Knowledge, awareness, fortune, luck. Literal: Actual light (Brightness), Vision

The Grand Scribe of the Akademiya, a normal and ordinary employee for Sumeru's government, and most importantly; Kaveh's roommate. The irony of the both of them living together is that despite Alhaitham being the one to hold the light aspect, Kaveh's the one who has a title and fame while the former would prefer to stay out of the spotlight as much as he could help it. He even turns down the chance to be the Grand Sage, Sumeru's head official and leader of the Akademiya.

Alhaitham, even though time and time again has been told that he has potential to become someone of great renown, rejects attention and wants nothing to do with fame. He'd rather stick to his unassuming job of Scribing than live in the limelight; wanting to pursue his desire to learn about the world around him on his own terms. From this description alone it makes him an obvious light-bound, yet he makes it a point to hide from it.

So why is it that the one who sees and is encompassed Light constantly pushes it away?

Let's shuffle things up a bit. Instead of his aspect, lets start with Alhaitham's class: The Seer.

The Seer's role is to learn about their aspect and use what they've learned to help others and guide their party towards whatever goal they need to achieve.

Terezi Pyrope is a good example of a competent seer, despite not having to have gone godtier in any of her iterations. As a Seer of Mind, she informs her teammates (most notably John) of the potential outcomes of their decision as Mind is the Aspect of choice and its consequence. With John, she gives him a list of events and choices he has to reverse and change in order to guide their timeline

Then there's fellow Seer of Light Rose Lalonde, who's role couldn't have been described any more flawlessly than by Aradia:

I'll revisit this as I'll further explain Alhaitham's character and how Aradia's description of his classpect could also apply to him and how he acts throughout the archon quest and his character story.

Then there's Kankri. Well... It can be assumed that as his session's Seer of Blood he would've seen how his teammates would interact and bond with each other and in turn figure out ways to tie them together into a more cohesive unit. But it's know that that isnt the case.

Now lets return to Alhaitham and how he fits the Seer role.

Alhaitham has repeatedly showcased how he always seemed to be two steps ahead of his opponent through careful planning, putting up all the triggers in place for a chain reaction you could say. He was able to allocate every one of his teammates to a purpose that would in the end save their imprisoned god Nahida from her imprisonment in the Akademiya.

Specifically, Alhaitham knew how to divert attention away from his plan from the Akademiya . Primarily through distractions that draw the Akademiya's awareness away from the ones who were delegated to free Nahida, was Alhaitham able to bring his party to the most desired outcome of releasing their god.

So you can assume that while the action was happening, Alhaitham stayed in the background overseeing the whole operation from the outside right?

Wrong

I would be amiss if I failed to mention at least once that Alhaitham does actively participate in his own plan, being the nexus that ties all their plans together. Along with his personal motive of just wanting to keep his simple job as a scribe, it would make sense to place him in the Mage class.

I do plan on writing a section that expands on how both he and Kaveh are forced by Sumeru's society to act into different roles, for Alhaitham's case it would be having to act out the role of the Mage, so i wont get into too much detail.

But to put it simply: Alhaitham wouldn't want to be a Mage as it goes against his wants for an untroubled, comfortable life.

Also, he say outright that he'd rather take on a passive role:

Now, there's Alhaitham's personal story quest where he takes a bit of a back seat and exhibits more traits of a Seer.

Another role that a Seer could fulfill is to learn and understand their their aspect or through their aspect, and Alhaitham takes a great deal of his story quest investigating Ilyas and the Hivemind he was a part of due to Sirage.

It all accumulates into he climax where he reveals that all this time be had already figured out what Sirage was up to along with his his plot to overthrow him and position as Acting Grand Sage and had long figured out how to collapse his hivemind through helping Ilyas remember and divulging information out of him, learning more about him and Sirage. Alhaitham then was able to quietly plant seeds in the form of information that challenged the hive's perception of himself that would bloom and spread across the overmind and eventually take it down.

Although Alhaitham is still involved with this investigation, it can be noted that he does not take much action throughout most of the quest until the very end where he destroys the machine that controls the overmind. He mostly guided those around him through each stage of the investigation until they've reached the root of Ilyas' problem.

Finally, let's talk about the latter half of his title: the aspect of Light.

Light in homestuck represents not only Knowledge, but also fortune, luck, and attention; relevance.

One's who are bound to Light are knowledge-seekers that have the spotlight cast on them; wherever they go, the story follows. Sylph of Light Aranea Serket is a fountain of information that spouts up details of anything to anyone who listens. Her dancestor Thief of Light Vriska steals the show and always wants to have the story revolve around her, nothing is secret to her either as her Vision 8-fold reveals to her everything that's hidden behind a physical wall.

Then once again there's Rose, one of the first four main characters and someone who's curiousity for the unkown allows for Light to let her learn about it.

Indeed Alhaitham is a knowledge seeker, his introduction explicitly states this fact:

Yet attention and relevance are what Alhaitham strives to avoid. Does that not make him a true Light-Bound by ignoring half of what makes the aspect of light, or is there something more at play?

Well, I woundn't want this analysis to stop here and now and neither would you right?

First, I like to discuss that in order for Alhaitham to comfortably live in Sumeru he would have to roleplay as three different classpects:

The Aforementioned Mage of Light, which is forced upon by the Akademiya.

The Knight of Light and the Mage of Void. (also both classpects that I associate with King Deshret ;] )

To summarize a point that would need a whole other post dedicated to it: Just like Kaveh, Alhaitham has to switch between performing two roles if he wants to be able to live out his life in Sumeru comfortably. Acting as a Mage of Light in tandem as a Mage of Void so he can foresee and act on a problem that poses a threat to his lifestyle yet conceal his schemes in secrecy, as well as a Knight of Light where he uses knowledge to protect it.

Just like in the Archon quest, Alhaitham was able to uncover a plan that was void in the public's eyes and after bring it to light was he able to plan and act on it, using what he has understood through his findings to protect his country.

So let's come back to the question: With all this roleplaying and its proof, does that mean that Alhaitham isn't truly a Seer or bound to Light?

No, it just means that Alhaitham is really good at acting.

Though, this also could be a great metaphor for masking too. Having to act out certain roles in order to fulfill his society’s expectations of him.

But with that aside, Alhaitham's true colors shine when he is left alone along with the job that he chose for himself.

By himself without the noise of unexpected events, Alhaitham is in the background quietly obtaining information through Scribing; recording and being privy to gatherings and the data it could provide.

And maybe if he was a little less unburdened with Sumeru's problems then perhaps he could fit into that role a bit more snugly.

But how would there be a story if there wasn't any struggle.

Which brings me to my final point, The Seer's arc.

Rose once was shrouded in Void, first by Mom's drunken and unclear motherly acts of affections then by Doc Scratch through the horrorterrors so he can move the plot forward.

Terezi was clouded by Heart through her unhealthy black romance with Gamzee which rendered her unable to think for herself and left her feeling terrible.

And Kankri with Breath, as he was the only one of his blood color to exist on Beforus and thus began with a lack of any relation through blood.

With those patterns established, I'm going to start diving into headcanon territory and how Alhaitham's title shapes his character arc.

This will differ from Kaveh's as in his case we don't know much about either his past or what he's doing in the present specifically, but with Alhaitham we know a fair amount of both. BUT there are gaps between him in the present and in his past that could be filled in with a classpect's imagination.

Despite growing up in a city drowning in Light, Alhaitham was shrouded in a certain void while he was a child. This was partly self-imposed as the little scribe would rather stay at home with his grandmother teaching and learning by himself rather than using the Akasha system or by being a student at the Akademiya, which in turn deprived himself of Sumeru's light.

Even if he was surrounded by his grandmother's vast collection of books, he does admit that even they are subject to misinformation and can't possibly be relied on 100%. Yet this kind of void is something that doesn't harm him as it's through understanding this void can he starts to see its light.

But perhaps this void persists even after he admits himself as a student in the Akademiya, and it takes the form of the architect Kaveh. Kaveh and Alhaitham are two sides of one mirror: one driven by hard logic and the other driven by emotion. The saying opposites attract did in fact apply to them as during their Akademiya days did they become close. That void that surrounded Kaveh did not leave but Alhaitham once again did not mind.

It was only until a joint research project did the void become bothersome. Ideals and perspectives started to clash and this time Alhaitham wasn’t able to pick apart and figure it out why Kaveh’s point of view. He wasn’t able to find an explanation to why they were at each other’s throats now.

So they called off the project and went their separate ways, a fallout.

Now there’s a new emptiness that surrounds Alhaitham, one he could explain but not easily dispel.

It bleeds into how he interacts with others, only keeping people within an arms length and no closer, learning to adopt different behaviors in order to reach a favorable outcome that wouldn’t result into the same one that shrouded him in this unknown.

He would have an opportunity to rectify this as Kaveh becomes broke. Alhaitham offers him a place to stay the moment he hears the news.

Now with a new start, maybe this time Alhaitham could better understand his now roommate with everything he has picked up during his absence. The arguments that they have often is now new data about Kaveh’s personality for him to analyze and synthesize.

Aaaaaaand that concludes the deep dive into the Seer of Light! I’m totally not setting this up for a series of posts where the nexus is of a certain ship that involves these two (hehe).

#homestuck #classpects #classpect analysis #godtiers #seer of light #genshin impact #genshin #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #Kavetham #I am sooooooo sleepy lol

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eggmarr · 3 years ago

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cleopatra + diluc

i’ll be on time (143 event drabble)

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

warnings: diluc story spoilers, lovers to strangers, lots and lots of regret with a side of self deprecating thoughts from diluc and kaeya, slight allusions to alcoholism/someone is heavy drinking to forget, aggressive use of italics, for the love of god why did i procrastinate so hard on finishing this

a/n: so it turns out cleopatra is actually kinda sad- but like otherwise i hope you like it! and thank you for requesting something for my event :) also thank you to @xiaophobic and @pavo-ocell-me for helping me out with writing this!

songs: cleopatra by the lumineers

“Let’s run.”

“….What?”

His red-rimmed eyes look up at you from his spot on the floor, and you bend down to match his eye level with something in your eyes he’s never seen before.

(perhaps it’s something he’s just never noticed.)

“Mondstadt has only ever given us bad memories; why can’t we go make something better somewhere else?”

(he hates it when you fight, the tears prickling at both of your eyes are too painful to swallow.)

“Crepus would have wanted you to be happy!”

“Staying in Mondstadt will make me happier than I could ever be with you!”

(another promise, shattered in the wake of your disappearance from his life and swept away by the tides of his grief.)

The maids are forbidden from his father’s study, if only to save the footprints you tracked out after he let his emotions get the best of him.

He spends his time in the yards you would hide in, teasing voice calling his name from between the green vines winding up and down the wood. It echoes, much like the broken-hearted cries the maids pretend not to hear when he stomps up to his room with red-rimmed eyes.

(they were wrong; it doesn’t always get better with time.)

Kaeya finds him behind the tavern, a rare moment of silence broken only by shaking breath. The last time he’d seen him like this…

“You’re a certifiable mess, Master Diluc.”

He leans against the wall across, the shaking shoulders of such a social pillar almost ironic considering how the place was reversed all those years ago.

“Staying silent?” His tone is light, almost to an alarming degree when he sees the green bottles littered beside him. “Taking a bit of the merchandise too? You rascal-“

“Shut it, Kaeya. I’m not in the mood.”

“You’re never in the mood when you talk to me, that’s how our relationship works, right?”

Silence. Then, a sigh of what seems like defeat. The veil of red hair is pushed back, revealing the reddened cheeks and glazed eyes of a man who’s had one too many to drink.

“I’m certain you’re familiar with the entrance to the tavern? Charles will be quite happy to serve you all the drinks you wish if it will get you out of my face.”

“Mmm, tempting, but this is a much more interesting sight.” He kneels down, organizing the bottles so they don’t clink with each little movement and aggravate the headache surely brewing in that hard head of his. “I haven’t seen you this drunk since we snuck into the cellar when we were teenagers.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“And I’m the new grandmaster.”

He puts his head in his hands, groaning as Kaeya sits beside him on the rough cobblestone. He swishes one of the still closed bottles, popping it open easily and taking a swig.

“Snezhnayan vodka?” He coughed a bit at the burn, taking a deep breath in and out. Firewater lived up to its name; those who drink it regularly tend to have a lot of missing time. “How are you even coherent?”

“I’m the owner of the biggest winery company in Mondstadt. It would be unusual for me to not have built up a tolerance to most alcoholic drinks.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re the one drinking it. I didn’t take you for one to break promises, Diluc.”

The alcohol is forgotten as he leans back, raising an eyebrow at his disheveled state.

“….Why are you here?” His tone takes on a bitter air in the dark, head tilted back against the building wall. “I was under the impression that caring for the feelings of others wasn’t your strong suit.”

“Even if we aren’t genetically related, I guess we do share some unfortunate habits.” Kaeya brushes off some invisible lint from his sleeves. “You know, you could always go try and look for them. Mondstadt can fend for itself well enough.”

Surprisingly (albeit not too much considering the state of his system), a snicker came from the man as he swirled the clear liquid in his bottle from side to side.

“I made sure that bridge was burned when they left, whether I wanted it to be or not.”

(he didn’t want it to be.)

“…..Pass me one with some left, would you?”

(but you disappeared from his life like you promised, and he wonders every day if you took his heart away as well.)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #GOD IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE I WENT ON SEMI BREAK #i hope you like it though anon!!!!!!!#other requests will be filled in time! i want to not burn out now that i’m trying to be active with school still #cass.100

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serenheist · 4 years ago

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What Jimin is like in a relationship/ Jimin as a boyfriend Tarot reading

Idk what to title this. Also send requests or interesting ideas for readings.

How fast does it take jimin to get into a relationship? 7 of swords, the high priestess, knight of wands

So for this I intended that swords and wands would represent getting into a relationship quickly and cups/pentacles would be taking a longer time to get into a relationship with someone. I think he definitely tends to get into relationships very quick. When he sees someone he likes he doesn’t waste time waiting for them to approach him or try beating around the bush. This dude just jumps right in and will introduce himself to anyone he finds attractive lmao. He doesn’t have time for the bs games of playing it cool.

Does he prefer long or short term relationships? 8 of swords, queen of wands

I asked again just to make sure and yeahhh lol he really does not care for long term relationships. He hates the feeling of being trapped in a relationship but also hates being alone but alsoooo gets bored very easily. It’s not that he’s actually trapped when he’s in a relationship but it’s moreso he feels trapped in his own mind and feels the need to move onto someone else before the person tries to force all these expectations on him. When he’s in a relationship what you see is what you get basically.

I think past partners got jealous because he’s openly affectionate with a lot of people and a lot of people can’t really deal with dating someone in the spotlight who gets all the adoration. They try to make him commit and lock him into something long term when he already told them upfront this is just casual. Listen ffs this guy doesn’t wanna settle down he wants to have passionate love affairs dudes legit a modern day Casanova. At least not right now I’m not picking up on him wanting to settle down long term. He’s a young rich attractive guy in a boy band so this is to be expected tbh.

Past present future relationships. For the future I phrased it in a way to ask what HE wants his future relationship to be like. Not necessarily what it’ll be. 5 of wands, 5 of cups, princess of fire

His past relationships had a lot of conflict and people misunderstanding and a lot of people trying to grab onto him. I feel like he had a lot of people that he dated that were trying to compete for his attention or again lock him down into what they want him to be. His present love life is him still feeling the lingering regrets and self pitying. He’s so disturbed by the events that happened in his past relationships that he feels like he can’t move on at all. Even when the right person is literally right there he’s too busy hanging on to past hurts and has gotten a little jaded. What he wants for a future relationship is with someone who can match his energy of passion. Someone who enjoys having fun and is open to doing new things. Kinda like thrill seekers. And doesn’t want to settle down immediately and have babies or something.

What is he like in a relationship? 9 of cups, 7 of cups reversed, 3 of swords reversed, unity, the magician

He spoils the heck out of the person he dates. I can see him giving expensive luxury gifts, backstage passes, 5 star hotel rooms, etc. He kinda likes showing off everything he has though because he likes to get praised for it. Again I’m seeing that even though he gives people everything he still falls into temptation even when he knows going for someone else won’t be the best idea.

It’s so bizarre because it looks like he flip flops from extreme confidence to self hate and a lot of self negative talk. Like extreme mood swings. Even when he’s with someone new he still holds grudges from past shit or words that people said in past relationships. Buttttt surprisingly I see that he actually knows that he can intentionally manifest a healthy Union into his life with someone who can match his wavelength. He knows that everything and everyone is one. And that all the shit he’s been through and mistakes he’s made don’t have to keep dragging along with him into other relationships. He knows he can reach out to others around him and get help through anything he’s going and that he doesn’t have to bottle up everything by himself just the problem is is that he doesn’t always like to verbalize when he’s going through shit. He wants people to intuitively know what he wants. I literally went off on a tangent but the last thing is that when he’s with someone he will fuck you up if you try to mess with his partner lmao no joke. He’s very nurturing and loving but he will also f someone up if they mess with someone he loves.

What type of person does Jimin usually look for in a relationship? The moon, justice, undressing of a salad 31, death, Jeanne the maid

I’m seeing he likes someone who can handle anything really. Someone who can handle a hectic lifestyle because he’s literally everywhere. Since his career is insane he looks for someone who can handle that kind of chaos and still be calm about it. Very intuitive too. Maybe someone important too or just a strong personality because there’s a lot of major arcana. This isn’t some easy person this person can handle their own weight and is strong on their own.

They can juggle a lot of things without crumbling. They aren’t easily swayed by anyone’s bs. It’s interesting that balance shows up in 2 different cards from 2 different decks. It seems like balance is a big thing for him. Someone who will transform him and the relationship forces you to grow and open your eyes to new beliefs. He looks for someone who isn’t an attention seeker and gives without expecting something in return. Giving selflessly because they’re a good person and not because they want the world to know how good of a person they are.

What is his love language? Wheel of fortune, 9 of wands reversed, the chariot reversed

Gifts and probably quality time since there’s Egyptian Sphinx and Sagittarius energy so he loves traveling to exotic places with his partner for sure. I’m also getting acts of service for the chariot and 9 of wands reversed. Because he has a lot of moments where he’s exhausted and feels like he lacks the drive to complete things so he could really benefit from someone who can take over for a bit and help him out with other practical things. But again knows to do this intuitively and can pick up on when he’s in one of his moods. I guess that also explains the need for wanting someone who’s more balanced in comparison. Cause in a life full of chaos you’re going to want someone who doesn’t bring more of it.

Uhhh some spice Not really vulgar though, very brief Physical aspects sex/intimacy

Jesus lord more moodiness. He has moments where he’ll be clingy af but also where he’s totally aloof and wants to be alone so good luck. He kinda likes to be a little shit in the intimacy department and degrade his partner instead of praise lol. Possessive energy wanting to own someone. Yeah bye.

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