#fish hsr aus

[itsredpaint]

"fish how many times are u going to remake ur tgcf au" yes

[gengwasted]

Aventurine just got comfortable and the doctor decides to throw a bomb at him??? This is rude and unacceptable. He loves it he's just... Confused.

Merventurine from @havanillas’ AU I can’t get them out of my head aughxzfdzfxh-

[alkalamity]

Hear me out. Ratiorine AU where Aventurine is a mer captured by a group of researchers and Ratio is the scientist brought on board to teach him how to speak and access his intelligence levels.

[midnightemy35]

mermaid aven au from: @havanillas

i like to think that ratio had like a moment where he was mentally freaking out over the fact he literally brought back a dying half-human-half-fish that probably belonged to someone else and the fact that he now has to accommodate for that same merman.

[f-abulas]

digitamers (muses)

In another trail blazed in the stars. The genius society were being dicks, and deciding to try and go against the laws of nature. So…Nothing new. But certain projects of theirs, such as a human experiment that is currently being held in the IPC science department. Who desperately wants to see his twin sister. One underpaid graduate who made a deal with Jade, a boy who was an human weapon in an hunger games lab, and a Foxian who is recovering with the Masked fools. Oh and Ryan Mei discovered if you merge data made creatures with human love and soul, you get a Digimon. Nous looked at her a second time.

Caelus (science experiment. An aeon reborn? Partner is Lunamon. Currently being held in science department. Only friend right now is the Digimon that came from his soul. If he had a crest it’d be Light)

Kaveh Yousefi (Newly contracted to Jade, and works for the architectural department. Partner is Alraumon, a plant Digimon who is used to be compared to others and it resonates with Kaveh. If he had a crest it’d be Purity/Sincerity)

Ajax/Childe Tartaglia (a foxian who’s lost his fox blood, his tail and ears gone, but magic remains…due to sacrificing something to live. Yaoshi blessed him with life, but also death… the light in his eyes is gone… and it reflects in his partner Luxmon. Whom he treats like a little brother, because the Digimon is still full of innocence.)

Rover (a young man from an unknown planet. Was experimented on -along with other children- to activate psychic and chi manipulation abilities. He took many punishments to keep the other children safe, but eventually he lost it and killed all the adults. Raising the building that contained them to the ground. His partner that activated from him was Pajiramon, or Bakumon. He’s now wandering different planets, looking for the others who had escaped)

(anyway yeah that’s it. These guys have Digimon. If anyone wants to rp with em great, anyway.)

[gladiatorcunt]

- ICEBREAKER / III.

i am the sun, you know you need me

cw: kinktober prompt (boot worship-ish), yandere behavior, confinement, mob boss!sunday, pet play without actually acting like a pet, canon typical controlling sunday, reader has a pussy, slight dehumanization, mean mean mean husband sunday but he loves you really, stockholm syndrome, pretend all the flowers & stuffed mentioned actually exist in hsr, sunday wins!au, one mention of halovian!reader

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

The invisible thread connecting you to Sunday has been spun into gold when you were not aware. You think you might’ve snuck in his cobblestone heart and done it in your sleep. It is an unspoken thing that festers within and eats you up from the inside until baby blue and white flower petals float down from your mouth, pleasantly aromatic bile becoming a fervent garden in your lungs. Overgrown but visually decadent and overwrought with confectionery and symbolism. Soul Glad spiked with an Aeon’s ichor.

Violets, baby’s breath, hydrangeas, forget-me-nots, sweet williams.

Not a single speck of dust is ever on him, and that includes his shoes. Dark brown leather and custom made, a gift he bought for himself that he was happy to say really came from you. A leader of a wealthy criminal organization could buy himself anything he wants, but it warms his icy heart to attach your name to it in his mind.

“You know I would never have you lick them if they were dirty, dove.” Sunday purrs, chin propped on his palm. “This isn’t to degrade you, you’d know what my vitriol would feel like. You’ve seen it directed towards less worthy patrons.”

He strokes a thumb down one of the wings on your head, fluffing the feathers and preening you as you “clean” his spotless shoe.

“Mmfh!” You slip your tongue in the grooves of his shoe, embracing the abrasions and coarse texture. “Yes, sir, I have.”

Interrogations, horrid screams, pleas for the gift of life and promises to pay back the money they owe, loud gunshots and his men dragging their bodies away. To be tossed over the edge of the dreamscape into the lilac depths. They’re always missing from the dream pools, a second death on the second day.

You’re slobbering now, your palms flat on your bare thighs as you work your mouth along the bottom of his left shoe.

Sunday chuckles and reaches out to wipe some of your drool away from the corner of your mouth, “Messy angel, you’re better than that.”

You’re not, the dampness seeping through your panties has you dead to rights. The wings on Sunday’s head flutter in amusement, nothing escapes his sight, he knows you down to the sparks of energy that make up your entire being. You’re the center of his eternal dream, his shining monument to what one would do for love.

“Teething on my shoes, you’re darling.” His even tone is basked in all the pleasure a man with the world at his feet (quite literally) could feel.

He nudges your jaw with the end of his right wing tip shoe, raising your head to make eye contact with you. You’re teary, but you still lap your tongue over the top of his left shoe, sucking it off like it’s a cock as you stay perfectly still. There’s always an unspoken test to see if you’ll give in to your baser urges and hump your slutty cunt against nothing.

But he does adore watching you squirm, his beloved pet rat in a golden maze of his own design.

You keep eye contact and lick a strip up the side of his shoe, tenderly kissing the tip before whining and moving your head after the one under your jaw.

“P-please, sir, let me finish my task before your next meeting. I don’t want you to be stressed.”

Sunday casts his gaze towards the oak doors, his wings tensing at the oncoming headache of his men surrounding him and awaiting his orders on how to further micromanage their territory. No matter, that’s the future, and he would much rather drift in the more pleasant present moment.

“The fish swim in the river however I tell them to. Take your time, my love.”

He can offer anything to you, whatever you want appearing before you in a flash, kept under lock and key at his extravagant manor. You never ask questions about what exactly he does or where he goes, but you don’t have to, he whispers it all to you freely. The truth holds no power over him when Sunday lives every day with the absence of lies.

You dot kisses on the leather toe of his right shoe, one your hands comes up to run your fingers in circles over his ankle. What makes this even better is that you ask for these sessions more than he orders them, an anxious little thing, being subservient helps quiet your racing thoughts and cabin fever.

Sunday feels generous, he taps his shoe against your cheek and takes it away, setting his foot firmly on the floor.

He beckons you with a come hither motion, “What would truly calm my nerves is to see my pet fall to pieces on my shoe. I’ll even let you get this pair messy with your spend, your scent would only make them my favorite.”

You hold in a happy squeal and eagerly straddle his foot, humping your panties down on the cool leather. The motion is slightly awkward, the friction brings you only a fraction of what you’re after. But the look in Sunday’s eyes as he watches you debase yourself for your husband, the thrill of doing such an act in a room that causes so much harm to everyone but you.

“That’s it, dove, dancing so beautifully for me.” He coos and keeps his foot still, content to be an audience member to the debauched show you’re putting on.

You whine, speeding up your movements and slicking up his shoe and the marbled floor beneath you. It’s not enough without him actively touching you, Sunday knows, so he shushes you and keeps patting your head rhythmically. Accompanying you on a fruitless journey towards an unsatisfying climax.

Sunday would never edge you, not when he could drown you and ply you with orgasm after orgasm. He would also never let you properly feel good without his touch. His lips quirk up as you whimper and come on the strip of skin where his ankle and foot disappears into his shoe. You keep pumping your hips, slipping and sliding with your come splattered on the leather and easing the glide.

If he takes them off after he sends you off to bed with a pat to your ass, and sniffs the soles, then that’s no one’s business but his. Another scene in the dream.

[asmolfolk]

Hi S. Can I request hc for Hades (RoR) and fem s/o? S/o is having a bad day and Hades comforts her intimately? 18+ and fluff please. Have a good day/night!

After a long time, guess who is back again? I finally finish my studies and I'm just chilling right now. So, as I'm in a Hazbin Hotel, HSR, Wuthering Waves and ZZZ brainrot And, I'm trying to get back at my feet for writing - if this isn't good is because of that :< (Also if any of you noticed that I didn't put dialogues with the S/O, it's mostly for her to also represent people with disabilities that makes them rely on sign language and everything <3) Also! If anyone is interested in Hazbin Hotel AU's, I have an > alternative Account < for drawings [what will include my au's <3] and also, I will probably start posting some X reader and long fanfics in my AO3 account. Also, I post some arts in my Twitter <3 Click on the pink text to go to the links <3 —— —͙ – -✰ Fandom: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no ValkyrieCharacters: Hades. Warnings: Smut! —— —͙ – -✰

Hades x S/O: Feelings.

Hades is a simple man: The world could BURN and he wouldn't bait an eye, he doesn't care about humans, about other gods - except for his beloved, Persephone and his Brother. You and Persephone are the only ones who would make Hades go against his brother, against everything he worked so hard to maintain. Hades has no limitation when the topic were the two of you. Even if he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Persephone, this would be the same. You, bless your soul, already knew about his completely devotion - First of all, he never tried to hide it. Anubis, Thanatos and other gods associated with death noticed his demanour since the beginning. [And Thanatos is oblivious as fish swimming in the sea.] Not only that, but also: Loki RUINED your outfit, Hermes had to get you to the underworld - you were so close to breaking down in front of Loki...

This whole event was too much for you, especially because Hermes wouldn't let you interact with him. You had to go to Hades's room and already saw him, he was just with his pant while he seemed to be a bit... Tired, but, he just needed to look at you to have a smile.

"My beloved... What a pleasure seeing you" He looked at you and got closer, taking your hand after seeing the ruined outfit and the dirt, he was immediately pissed "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer him properly, your words were left to nothing as you sobbed, the gibberish you were saying didn't make him understand what was happening, but he knew that you needed a hug... And a bath.

"Come on, my beautiful wife... Let's take a bath"

Hades would spend his whole time just bathing you, hearing you spill your heart to him, telling him about everything that has gone wrong... And he would tell you how amazing you were, how strong you were and to praise you as you continued your story. Only when you were finished telling him everything, he would start to clean you up, he would dare to pick a cloth for you, he would just carry you - again - to his room and lay you down to the bed.

"My wife... Would you like me to sing you praises?" He always said that before going at you... And, as anyone would say. You just nodded. He was imediately, holding your thighs, letting space for him to be in between them "If you want to stop, just say 'Stop', okay? I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." He was always sweet, he always putted your own pleasure as his top priority... He didn't care if he didn't have a shot, if he didn't touch himself... He could be satisfied with just making you feel pleasure.

He started as always, kissing your clit as one of his hand started to do circles through your entrance until he started to push his fingers in and out, he was relief at hearing your moans and pleads to be faster. He just gave anything that you asked him, he started sucking your clit as his fingers started to get faster. As a reflect, you imprisioned his face against your thighs, you felt like you could suffocate him - until you remembered that gods don't need to breath. Hades didn't even cared with how much your legs trembled as he guided you to a much deserved orgasm.

He drinked it, drinked and licked anything left. He - as always smiling and looking at you with pride and love - would just take of his gloves and touch your face. "Do you feel better, my love?" After losing your senses for a second or so, you could only rely on your lips reading to tell him Yes. He would lay at your side, holding your waist and softly caressing your cheeks. "You can sleep if you want to, my beloved wife... I will wait for you."

The day was too much for you... But at least, you would sleep peacefully with your husband at your side, hugging you as if you were close to disapear.

—— —͙ – -✰ The next posts will be: OC x Reader, ROR x Reader and Hazbin Hotel x Reader. Stay tunned <3 [Hazbin Hotel will include Oc's, but they are just there for plot - Since it will be a long fic.]

[hunnieknight]

EVERY FANDOM IS MIXED IN

Have fun binge reading

> `~•. ♡ Hunnie Knight ♡ .•~` <

Highschool AU

Yanderes, Obsession

Subtle Marking (Various)

Volleyball Player (Childe x Fem Reader)

Forgot your umbrella (Various)

Parental

Parents, domestic

Copy Paste(Navia x Gn!Reader)

Baby horns (Ganyu)

Little Pilot (Yukong)

Baby bunnies (Furina/NSFW hidden undercut)

Mama Cats (Serval)

Mom!!(Yae,Sara,Kokomi)

First fight!(Some Inazuman women)

Great Parents (Mondst various)

Chubby Reader

You don't want to sit on their lap (various) + Tighnari

Kinks?(Lisa)

Chubby Bunny (Kafka/Acheron)

Chubby Bunny 2 (Ganyu)

Jacket On!(Some geo charas)

Soulmate AU

Your have their constellation star, Yandere, chapter stand by itself(not continuous)

Series 1 (Aether, Bennett, Xiao)

Hybird Reader

Feral, animalistic, may contain blood or suggestive stuff, may overlap with other AU

Seelie Reader by @//genshinarchives

Sheep Reader (Horn Gang/Yanfei, Itto, Ganyu)

Kitsune Reader (Youkai Trio + Yelan, Lumine)

Little Beast! (Himeko + Kafka)

Melusine Reader (Neuvilette,Platonic)

Delivery Kitty (Lisa & Arlecchino)

Captain's joke (Crux Duo)

Food thief!(Hsr various)

Little mouse (Xilonen w @/sea-lanterns)

Curious Kitty? (Mavuika)

Wake up! (JY + non hybird reader,platonic)

Next Door Dog (Capitano)

Grandchild AU

You are Pulcinella's grandchild, Harbingers x reader

Series I

Series II

Series III

Groups

Red Claymores (Diluc, Beidou, Dehya, Xinyan)|Geo Exclusive (Geo only) | Horn Gang (Itto, Yanfei, Ganyu) | Youkai Trio (Itto, Sara, Yae)

Red Claymores walked in on you

You Resonate with Geo (Mono Geo team)

Sheep Reader (Horn Gang)

Kitsune Reader (Youkai Trio + Yelan, Lumine)

Playing Among Us (Geo Exclusive)

The Avian Gangs (Bird Constellation exclusive)

Brain cells (Anemo boys)

WoodChuck! (Mono Geo)

Safety! (Debut Harbingers)

Treat Only! (Express Trio)

Sneak out!(Debut Harbingers)

Kitty Cat! (Little Cat hsr Merch)

Sketch Ideas/Concept

Sketches

Sketch Ideas (4ggravated / Alchemist Trio)

Sketch Ideas (Ragbros / Zhongli)

Sketch Ideas (Halovian Siblings)

Sketch Ideas (Navia/Beidou)

Others

May contain Yanderes and suggestive content

Afraid to break their gift (Various)

The Dawn's Hospitality (Diluc)

Help with zipper (Various)

How do they call you(Various)

SAGAU answer by @//hiraya-rawr

Suggestive (Childe)

Hickey (Genshin women)

Take Down by @//ddarker-dreams

Empress AU by @//sea-lanterns

You and your plushie (Various)

I hate Mona (answer)

I am him!(Venti and Zhongli)

Durian!(Various)

Minecraft Server (Various)

Idiom (Stelle)

Lick lick Kiss (Stelle)

Perfume (Navia)

Not staring (Sara)

Plushie!(Navia)

First Aid!(Natasha)

Sneak In! (March/Stelle)

Asmr artist (Yanfei)

Therapy chair (Chameleon)

Just ask (Dr. Ratio)

Fish!(Shenhe)

Wrong Treats (Mavuika)

Light Lurker (Capitano,Signora,JY, Blackswan)

Get pregnant!(Kafka)

Art Log

NOT X READER

Art Log 1

Zhongli babysit Ganyu

Fox Banner

Art Log 2

Sleepy General (Jing Yuan)

Too much milk (Jing Yuan)

Tubbs (Jing Yuan)

Doggg(NinetyNine)

FAQ

Burung (Sampo/ inbox Answer)

Penacony Dogs (Gallagher/Mr Reca)

Company (Jingyuan/Dan Heng)

Duckies (YQ,JY,JL)

[shangrila11]

Songs of the dragons // Dragon! Dan Heng (HSR) x reader [AU]

Bold = Draconic language

Content warning // Brief implication of death

(Y/N) stepped outside, a grin on their face. Sunlight shone down on them and a cool breeze touched their cheeks -- the perfect weather for going out and tending to the crops. They grabbed a hoe and started weeding the field, pausing every once a while to wipe the beads of sweat trickling down their forehead.

Just then, (Y/N) heard something that sounded like singing. What was more, it was in a language that they had never heard of. They looked towards the source of the sound and saw a group of dragons high up in the sky. (Y/N) watched in awe as the sky gradually turned down and rain started pouring down. They closed their eyes, enjoying the beautiful, haunting melody and the rain on their skin. Their eyes snapped open before widening. That was perculiar. The words to the song were slowly but surely becoming less intelligible to them...

"...And that was how I first understood and learn your language. Apparently, when I was little, I came down with a fever. Fortunately, my parents happened to find a dragon scale which was said to have mystical properties according to us humans. They grounded it and used to make medicine," (Y/N) concludes. The dragon beside them hums thoughtfully.

"I see," he replies. He winces as (Y/N) applies some antiseptic on his leg. The human apologises, saying they are already being as gentle as they could.

"There's no need to apologise. You did warn me earlier, did you not?" the dragon assures them.

"Right," (Y/N) laugh sheepishly. After they have finished applying the antiseptic, they carefully wraps a bandage around the wound.

"There. All done," they declare with a smile. The dragon slowly lifts his injured leg. It feels a little better already. He thanks (Y/N) for treating his wound.

"You're welcome! Be careful not to get caught in fishing nets next time," they answer. They bow and introduce themself. The dragon dips his head.

"I'm Dan Heng. It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)."

xxx xxx

"Dan Heng?" (Y/N) gasps, staring at the male in front of them. He is gorgeous, with long, black hair and piercing turquoise eyes. He wears a white sleeveless shirt -- reminsicent of the colour of the dragon's scales -- with long, unattached sleeves that are accented with teal and gold, as well as black pants

"Yes, it's me. I figure I should adopt a human form so that it's easier to interact," the male nods. He frowns. "Is... something the matter with my appearance?"

"No, not at all!" (Y/N) hurriedly replies. "It's just that... you look really pretty and majestic, both as a dragon and as a human." They flush.

"O -- oh. Thank you," Dan Heng stammers, his expression mirroring (Y/N)'s. "I -- I'm flattered to hear that."

"A -- anyway, would you like to come with me to the village? I think you will like it there," (Y/N) offers, desperately trying to change the subject before things get awkward between them.

"Are you certain? Humans tend to... keep their distance around me and my kind. I don't think that this disguise will be able to conceal my true nature from them since I speak another tongue," the male frowns. In fact, (Y/N) is the first human who approach him without much nerves.

"Good point," (Y/N) agrees, frowning as well. Dragons, being able to perform various feats like summoning the rain, are revered by the people. Some people even feared dragons, not wanting to face their wrath. "That's even more reason to come with me. If people see you spending time with me, they will know that you are approachable. So what say you?" They give Dan Heng an encouraging smile.

"... Alright. I'll give it a try," he relents. A small smile makes its way across his face seeing (Y/N)'s smile widen and their eyes twinkle. Eagerly, (Y/N) takes Dan Heng's hand and leads him to their village.

As anticipated, the people in the village dare not to approach Dan Heng upon hearing him talk in his kind's language and because of his aura. (Y/N) reassures him that it will take a while for the people to get used to his presence and that in the meantime, he just has to be himself. Dan Heng decides to take their word for it, trusting them. For now, he turns his focus on simply enjoying the sights and company. It is interesting to observe how humans lead their lives this close. (Y/N) is also pleasant company, explaining to him their customs and sharing some interesting tidbits and their home life.

After the tour around the village, (Y/N) invites Dan Heng to visit their home. Dan Heng is a little hesistant at first but the human assures him that it will be fine. Their parents have been wanting to meet him, after all. And so the male caves in. Together, the two of them heads to (Y/N)'s home.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" (Y/N) announces cheerfully as they enter their home, with Dan Heng awkwardly trailing behind them. Their parents warmly greet them before turning their attention to the male.

"And who is this young man?" their mother asks, smiling. (Y/N) introduces Dan Heng and their parents to each other.

"Ah, so you're the famous Dan Heng that my child has been talking about non-stop," Mr. (L/N) grins. "It's great to finally meet you." (Y/N) quickly translates what their father has said to Dan Heng.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. and Mrs. (L/N)," Dan Heng bows. Once again, (Y/N) translates what Dan Heng has said.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Mrs. (L/N) smiles.

"Yes, please do join us for dinner! My mum makes the best (favourite dish)," (Y/N) grins.

"... Very well. Thank you for the invitation," Dan Heng nods. Beaming brightly, (Y/N) guides Dan Heng to sit beside them while their parents sit across the two of them. The meal is delectable. Besides, conversing with (Y/N)'s family (with (Y/N) acting as their translator) fills Dan Heng with a sense of warmth so similar yet so different from that he feels with his family. While his parents mean well, they can be a little strict with him due to his... position.

Perhaps dragons and humans are not that different after all...

xxx xxx

(Y/N) places the di zi* to their lips before blowing into it. Crisp, beautiful notes emit from the dizi, stringing together to form a tune. Dan Heng is by their side, appreciating the melody. He quietly admires the concentrated look on his companion's face, as well as the graceful way their fingers glide across the finger-holes of the instrument.

"What do you think?" (Y/N) asks after they are done.

"It's... lovely," the dragon turned human compliments them.

"Why, thank you. Glad to know that my years of practice aren't in vain," (Y/N) beams, a faint blush blossoming on their cheeks. "Speaking of music, you dragons sing, don't you? However, I haven't heard you sing before." They look at Dan Heng, silently asking if they can hear him sing.

"Er... well..." Dan Heng stammers, averting his gaze away from them. A look of understanding crosses (Y/N)'s face. They gently pat his shoulder.

"It's alright. Some other time. Only if you want to, of course," they smile affectionately. Dan Heng's heart flutters. How can one be as warm and radiant as the sun?

"Thank you," he replies. He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I may not be comfortable letting you hear me sing but we can go flying. That is, if you would like to."

"I would love to," (Y/N) beams, their eyes sparkling. Dan Heng returns their smile with a small one of his own.

"Alright then," he nods. He closes his eyes in concentration. A stream of water materialises, surrounding him. When it clears, he stands before (Y/N) in his natural form. He bends down, asking them to get on him. With a grin, the human climbs on him. After making sure that his companion is securely mounted on him, Dan Heng soars into the air. (Y/N) lets out a whoop of delight as they feel the wind on their face. They wrap their arms around the dragon, resting their chin on him. They look around. Everything looks so small from up there, including their village which appears as specks.

"Wow. What a view," they breathe.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Dan Heng remarks, sounding quite pleased.

"I am," they grin. "We should do this more often." Dan Heng nods, humming in agreement. (Y/N)'s smile soften.

"Thank you for this, Dan Heng," they whisper.

"My pleasure. It's the least I can do for being unable to agree to your request," the dragon replies softly. The two of them then go silent, enjoying the flight and each other's company.

xxx xxx

Dan Heng's eyes scans through the texts, his eyebrows creased into a focused frown. Words in the language of the dragons are inscribed on the scroll, describing the history of the dragons.

"For centuries, dragons have served as guardians of rivers, protecting the creatures living in and near them. The High Elder play an especially key role in leading the dragons, lending their aid to dragons in need and making big decisions on behalf of the dragons..."

"I see that you are taking your studies seriously," a deep, stern voice remarks, interuptting Dan Heng's reading. He looks up from his scroll to meet the gaze of another man. He looks similar to Dan Heng, except older.

"Father," the younger male bows. "Yes. I wouldn't neglect it or my training."

"Very good," Dan Feng nods. "As the next in line to be the High Elder, I expect a lot from you."

"I promise to not let you down," Dan Heng answers. His father makes a sound of approval before his expression turns serious.

"On another note, what is this I hear about you mingling with a human?"

Dan Heng flinches. However, he quickly recomposes himself. He tells his father about his human companion and how they come to know each other.

"I appreciate them helping them helping you when you accidentally got your claw stuck in a fishing net and they seem like a decent human being," Dan Feng answers calmly. "With that said, you know why I disapprove getting close to humans." Dan Heng nods solemnly, an image of him standing by (Y/N)'s gravestone as he grieve over them flashing through his mind. A pang of sorrow hits him but Dan Heng decides to not think about it further. (Y/N) is still with him. And that's all that matters. He looks at his father firmly.

"Father," Dan Heng begins. "By distancing ourselves from humans, we are denying ourselves opportunities to forge new ties, to learn more about each other. After spending time with (Y/N), I realise that dragons and humans are not so dissimilar. We share the same joys and sorrows that life brings, have hopes and dreams and can carry out both good and bad deeds. (Y/N) has broadened my horizons and I... have grown fond of them. So please allow me to stay by their side for as long as they will let me." The younger dragon bows. Dan Feng goes silent for a moment before nodding.

"Very well. I shall respect your choice."

"Thank you, father," Dan Heng dips his head. His father gently patted his shoulder.

"Dan Heng! Dan Heng!" a familiar voice calls just then. The voice then mumbles, "That's how it's pronounced in their language, right? I hope so."

"Mr. (L/N)?" Dan Heng's eyes widens. He sounds anxious. The dragon feels a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Could something have happened?

"Who could that be?" his father asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

"It's (Y/N)'s father," Dan Heng explains. "I ought to go. It seems urgent."

"Of course. If you require any assistance, do not hesitate to let me know," Dan Feng replies. Sending his father a grateful look, Dan Heng teleports to where (Y/N)'s father is.

"Mr. (L/N). Whatever's the matter?" Dan Heng asks as soon as he appears before (Y/N)'s father. He tries to keep his tone even though his heart is racing. Mr. (L/N) jumps in surprise but quickly relaxes when he sees that it is one he is looking for.

"Dan Heng! Thank goodness you're here," he exclaims, relief in his voice. "(Y/N) they... Oh, sorry. You probably don't understand what I'm saying, do you? Let me repeat what I said in your language." Before he can do so, Dan Heng gently cuts him off.

"It's fine. (Y/N) taught me your language and I did some study on my own as well. So if it's easier for you, please speak in your tongue."

"Oh, that makes things simpler," Mr. (L/N) answers. "Anyway, as I was saying, something happened to (Y/N). They suddenly fell and began writhing in pain. They felt hot to the touch too. My wife and I tried asking doctors for help but they couldn't do anything. We then thought of you and figured you may be able to help."

"I see," Dan Heng, frowning. "We must hurry then if it's as serious as you've said. Please stay close to me. I shall teleport us to your house." Nodding, the other man does as told. Dan Heng closes his eyes. In the blink of an eye, they disappear.

The two of them appears before a frantic Mrs. (L/N) and a barely conscious (Y/N). Mrs. (L/N)'s expression quickly becomes delighted, even relieved to see the two males. Dan Heng's heart sinks seeing the state that (Y/N) is in. He kneels down next to them.

"D-dan Heng?" (Y/N) whimpers

"Yes, it's me. I'm here," said male whispers, squeezing their hand gently. (Y/N)'s expression relaxes a little despite the pain.

"Please help (Y/N), Dan Heng," Mrs. (L/N) pleads

"Not to worry. I'll do everything in my power to cure them," Dan Heng promises. Shutting his eyes, he holds (Y/N)'s wrist, trying to pinpoint the source of the ailment.

"What's the matter with them?" Mrs. (L/N) asks worriedly.

"(Y/N) ate a dragon scale when they were younger, did they not?" Dan Heng inquires. Their parents nod.

"The dragon's qi** from the scale is incompatible with their own qi and hence their body's system is thrown into a disarray as the two qis fight to balance each other out," the dragon explains. "If something is not done, I'm afraid their body system may collapse or even worse..." He stops himself. No. (Y/N) will be fine. He has made a promise to their parents and he intends to keep it.

"But (Y/N) has always been fine so why is this happening now?" (Y/N)'s father asks.

"Since they only ate one scale, the effects are gradual," Dan Heng replies. He frowns. "I apologise. I should have realised it much sooner when they mentioned that they ate a dragon scale."

"What's done is done. What is more important is saving (Y/N)," (Y/N)'s father pats Dan Heng's shoulder. The dark-haired male goes quiet for a moment before nodding.

"You're right," he agrees. He looks at (Y/N)'s parents in turn. "I need some space to treat (Y/N). Is it alright if I bring them somewhere else?"

"Of course. Just please return with them in a better state," Mrs. (L/N) answers. Thanking them, Dan Heng teleports (Y/N) and himself to a secluded, open area near the river he resides. Grasping the human's hand, he takes a deep breath before beginning to sing. His voice is quiet yet powerful as he conveys his feelings through the song. He grimaces, feeling a throbbing pain in his body but he pushes on.

"Dan Heng?" (Y/N) murmurs, feeling the pain subsiding. Their eyes widen when they see the dragon turned human in pain. "Dan Heng! Whatever you're doing, please stop!" Dan Heng shakes his head and squeezes their hand, quietly assuring them that it is alright. After the song ends, the black-haired male lets go of (Y/N)'s hand and drops to the ground, morphing into his true form as he does so.

"Dan Heng! Are you alright?" (Y/N) asks worriedly, inspecting him.

"Yes, I'm alright," Dan Heng assures them, albeit weakly. "Just exhausted from transferring half of my qi to you."

"You silly dragon," the human mumbles, tears pricking the corner of their eyes. They put their forehead against the dragon's. "That was risky. You could've --" They hold their tongue, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"I apologise for worrying you. This is the only way to stabilise the two qis in you," Dan Heng replies. "What about you? How are you feeling?"

"I feel great so far," (Y/N) smiles, backing away a little while wiping their tears.

"That's good," Dan Heng heaves a sigh of relief. "Nevertheless, we should monitor your condition for a few days."

"Ok," they nods. They pause for a moment before continuing, "Thank you, Dan Heng. For saving my life and for that lovely song."

"My pleasure," Dan Heng answers, averting his gaze from them. "As long as you're alright, nothing else matters."

"Except you matter," (Y/N) chides him gently, poking his snout. "So please don't endanger yourself for my sake again."

"I've already apologised, have I not? There's no need to repeat yourself."

"Just wanted to emphasise my point."

"... Fair enough."

The two of them sit side by side, with (Y/N) leaning on Dan Heng's body. They turn to look at their companion. His eyes are shut and he has a peacful look on his face. (Y/N) smiles fondly, glad that the both of them come out of the predicament unharmed.

*Di zi = Chinese flute

**Qi = Vital energy

(Image does not belong to me. Credit goes to owner)

(Inspired by the #8 Imaginative idea found on the writer's respository blog)

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 001

cw. suggestive at the end

NOTE: This record involves @spirit-lanterns’s amazing HSR Casino AU that I highly recommend checking out because 1) it’s amazing and 2) for additional context.

“You’re tense.”

At the sound of that low, dulcet voice, the Boss only sighs. She could recognise that insufferable tone anywhere. She takes a drag from her pipe and slowly exhales, not bothering to turn around and keeping her eyes fixed on the pit. Her bunnies flit about, doing everything from entertaining the gamblers to mixing drinks.

Her Golden Bunny is, of course, nowhere to be seen.

“What do you want, Fafnir?”

The dragoness laughs, a rumble deep in her throat. The Boss hears her tail swish over the carpeted floor as Fafnir moves to stand next to her. The other woman’s hands are clasped behind her back, her posture ramrod straight, yet at the same time exuding a calm, nonchalant air.

“Must I want something to speak to you?”

“You wouldn’t save a drowning person unless you got paid.”

Fafnir hums at that. “You and a stranger are vastly different in value, my dear.”

“Of course,” the Boss says dryly. “Should I consider myself lucky, then?”

“Visit Gniteheath and find out,” Fafnir offers in return, a grin more teeth than anything pulling at her lips. “Who knows, you might be the one to break the bank.”

The Boss snorts at that. “You forget that I own a casino as well. I don’t harbor such delusions even for my own establishment—much less yours.”

Fafnir’s grin widens, sharp and dangerous. “Accusing me of rigging my machines? My, my, something really has gotten under your skin.”

She shrugs, not deigning the dragoness’s prodding with an answer, but the woman presses on. Gloved fingers tap rhythmically on the railing they both lean on. She can feel Fafnir’s golden eyes boring into the side of her head, as if trying to discern what was running through her mind.

Then, she snaps her fingers, tail swishing eagerly. “Oh, I know. Your little bunny left you high and dry, didn’t she?”

The Boss has an excellent poker face, but if Fafnir is anything, she is experienced. The dragoness has centuries over everyone in this casino, and with those years comes a notoriously sharp eye. Fafnir laughs like a hissing snake, moving to lean with her back against the railing, so that she can meet the Boss’s eyes. And so she notices when they narrow almost imperceptibly, which only fuels her glee.

“Oh, how tragic,” the dragoness coos, although it is more of a sneer. “Which one was it today? The little runt, or the demoness?”

It was Firefly, but the Boss wasn’t about to admit that. Instead she takes another drag from her pipe, and exhales the smoke right in Fafnir’s face. The other woman allows it to pass right over her, not flinching at all.

“If that was your attempt at a smokescreen, consider me disappointed,” she drawls.

“It wasn’t,” the Boss says coolly. “But it did shut that mouth of yours for a few, blissful seconds.”

The dragoness faux pouts, placing a hand on her chest as if she’s hurt. “You wound me, my dear.”

“You can take it. And if you can’t, you’ll just come back again in a few years.”

“Ah, the joys of reincarnation,” Fafnir snickers. For the next few moments, they stand in silence together. Fafnir looks over her shoulder at the pit, and the Boss takes the oppurtunity to study the other woman.

If she had to choose a single word to describe the dragoness, it would be domineering. Ridiculously tall, with broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and a deceptively defined body beneath that form-fitting tailored suit of hers, it is evident that Fafnir draws attention in any room she walks in. Paired with that charming smile and warm, deep voice, it is no wonder that Gnitaheath has gained the reputation it has.

The Boss takes another drag of her pipe, but to her dismay, no smoke fills her lungs. It seems that in the time she’d spent idling, the embers in the bowl had died out. With a sigh, she fishes in her sleeve for a lighter—only to realise she left in in her office.

Perhaps noting her chagrin, Fafnir looks to her and quirks a brow. “Need a light?”

“I didn’t consider you the type to carry one with you,” the Boss replies, cocking her head. Fafnir rolls her eyes, and steps closer.

“I do not,” she confirms, but leans in nonetheless and cups her hand over the bowl of the pipe. Up close like this, the Boss can see every fine detail of the dragoness’s face—from the small smattering of freckle-like scales along the ridge of her cheekbones, to the way her dark hair falls almost perfectly to frame her eyes, the corners ever so slightly lined with crow’s feet. Eyes like pools of molten gold, speckled with lighter flecks.

Close up like this, the Boss might even consider the dragoness handsome.

Then, Fafnir breathes out, the column of her throat glowing like hot coals. Warm breath cascades over the bowl, warm enough that the fine tobacco ignites once more. With her job done, Fafnir pulls back, and the Boss takes a drag, letting the smoke filling her lungs distract from the scent of Fafnir’s cologne lingering in the space between them.

She blows out the smoke, again, but this time it is a smokescreen—if only to hide the dusting pink across her cheeks.

“Better?” the dragoness drawls, letting the smoke pass as she did before. The Boss only hums approvingly.

“When do you leave?” the Boss asks, her tone casual, non-comittal. Fafnir blinks, momentarily surprised by the question, and her tail flicks against the carpet, almost petulantly.

“So quick to be rid of me?”

The Boss pushes herself off the railing and shakes her head. “I have a vintage in my office. If you are staying, it may be good for, hm... relaxing.”

“Oh?” Fafnir says, a sly grin creeping onto her features as she picks up on the implication immediately. “Is that an invitation?”

“What will you do if it is?”

Fafnir’s eyes go half-lidded, and a large, gloved hand finds purchase on the Boss’s hip. “Why, I’d graciously accept, of course.”

Later, if any of the bunnies pass by the Boss’s office and hear rattling furniture accompanied by low grunts and groans, they do not say anything.

[itsredpaint]

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Avatar: The Last Airbender (37 Works)

Demon Slayer (1 Work, Crossover AU)

League of Legends (2 Works, Crossover AU)

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Trailblazer/Firefly (HSR)

Commandant/Lucia (PGR)

Lee/Liv (PGR)

Yuta/Maki (JJK)

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[utsuboarchives]

for hsr, kiwicu, dislyte and other higher fantasy aus... the twins have a lot of fish features- including a heavy tail. they're a pretty odd combo of mer and human, just to allow them the ability to get around on land better. they've got the ability to swap between forms really easily, and adapt to different environments-- excluding of course... air. since fish... cannot fly.

[rawnarawnaculus]

kafka mermaid au!

Fanart friday! Yayayayayayyy but im recovering from a sickness so no instant noodles or spicy foods :((

p.s give me some ideas for kafkas (or any hsr character) design, i dont know what fish she would be so im just wingging it