#horrible smh smh

[napping-sapphic]

*large resigned sigh* i would be SO good at being someone’s pathetic girlfriend

[hatsukeii]

fragrance: by the fireplace, replica / timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi x reader

notes: pink pepper (top), chestnut accord (heart), vanilla (base)

description: embers of burning firewood, billowing smoke and flushing warmth

disclaimer(s): N/A

wc: 1.06k

warning(s): big fat super domestic makeout!!!!! slightly touchy so ig suggestive?? not sure but i think ushiwaka might be a little ooc at times oops... IDC this took THREE FUCKING REDOS im TIRED

Wakatoshi has always wanted a fireplace. The prospect of burning firewood crackling in a dimly lit room seeming like some infinitely gentle blanket is what he confesses to you in bed with his back pressed up against your chest, your hands squeezing and massaging at the knots in his shoulders.

"It would be nice, I like the smell of firewood." His head tilts back to meet your gaze, and you giggle, fingers pressing meitculously into the flesh of his back. The mattress dips when you squeeze a spot, just in the curve that connects his neck and his shoulders, as he finally loosens up with a content sigh, the tension in his body released in an instant.

"Fixed it?"

"Fixed it."

Wakatoshi smiles, leaning back into you until his entire body is sprawled on top of yours. He takes your hand, wrapped around his torso, and holds it tight against the little area of his chest that his heart occupies. His hair is a mess of olive green on your chest, disheveled as you run your other hand through it, pressing your fingers into his scalp and rubbing strands against each other between the pads of your fingertips. His heart beats steadily beneath your palm, and he sighs in satisfaction.

"What would you ever do without me?"

He breathes out a chuckle at your question, bringing your hand from his chest to his lips. His thumb plays with your knuckles, and your hand in his hair crawls down to his jaw, fingers tracing nothings into his cheek instead. You feel Wakatoshi's weight shift, rolling around to press his chest flush with your torso, his head resting in the dip of your ribcage. For somebody who wants a fireplace for the smell of firewood, he sure encapsulates it already, toasty spices and woody chestnuts filling your senses when he pulls himself up for a kiss.

Wakatoshi's father once told him what his name meant, to be young and to be sharp. Wakatoshi trains and plays with a wildfire in his eyes, smashes hits through opposing teams with blazing flames coursing through his body. Scalding passion, burning diligence, so hot that surrounding air burns away into suffocating smoke.

Yet his lips meet yours like the crackling of wood in a fireplace, nibbling at you softly like occasional sparks that fly out when things run a little too hot. The burning sting of his hands hitting leather volleyballs is nothing but a dull glow of warmth that emanates from his palms, spreading to your face from his fingers that push strands of hair from your forehead. His droning exhale sends tremors through your body, and when he parts his lips against yours, you can feel his fingers rolling and rubbing at the hem of his shirt that drapes over your frame.

Greedy, wanting more, like the radiating heat of fire that spreads across a cold room.

Your waist takes the shape of his palm when his hand slithers its way beneath your shirt, drawing circles into your skin. His knee presses into the mattress between your legs, holding himself up just enough to give your chest room to heave up and down in rhythmic rises and falls. His hand squeezes the flesh of your waist, the cold promise ring on his finger sending a jolt up your body. It pulls a sharp inhale from you, and rips a stutter from Wakatoshi's throat. The kind of stutter that begs for your lips to stay on his, and for your heart to push even harder against his own, until he's sure that they will never separate. A feverishly lovesick stutter, so much so that the heat of Wakatoshi's fire is spilling everywhere, with nothing to contain it.

When your hand joins his beneath your shirt, two rings come together with a metallic clink as your fingers meet Wakatoshi's, holding them tight between your knuckles. They follow his hand to the grooves of your ribcage, his thumb pushing gently into the underside of your chest. When he swallows the sigh of his name that escapes your lungs, Wakatoshi thinks that this must have been what he was made for. His fingers were made to swipe lines and etch shapes into your skin, his legs made to trap you in his embrace, his mouth made to press against yours for as long as you please.

He almost whines when your head pushes upwards, before detaching from him to breathe. Your other hand pulls his head towards you, his pulse pumping into your palm as you press your lips into his jaw, peppering kisses down to his neck. He hums at the sensation, lowering his body onto yours as he nuzzles his face into the pillow beside your head. Your fingers run through his hair, relishing in the softness of the strands that slip between your knuckles. His chest is flush against yours, head turning to press his nose against the side of your neck, where his mumbles send tingles down your spine as your hand shifts to hold his head close to you.

"Can't live without you. I love you."

In the darkness of your room, all that remain are Wakatoshi's soft exhales into your pulse as he drifts to sleep, one arm inside your shirt and the other laid above your head. You absentmindedly push a kiss into his head, and he shifts in his slumber, his lips curling into a serene smile. Beneath his eyelids, fleeting images of you pass by. The first time you cry out his first name instead of his last, the first time his lips learn of yours, the first time his blazing sharpness is mellowed out for something gentler. He watches you like some vintage film, shoved into the depths of his heart, not to be seen by any other eyes but his own.

"I love you too, Toshi. So much."

Wakatoshi is a wildfire, smoke and ash rising from his feet, sending people running from his blaze. You are the only person daring enough to be engulfed by his radiance, only to find that his inferno is mellow as a candle on a shelf, sweet as toasted vanilla pods, gentle as a paintbrush drawing outlines on a blank canvas. And although you're still open to getting the fireplace that Wakatoshi has always wanted, you think he's warm enough to beat out a fire any day.

author's note:

guys i really hope i did domestic ushiwaka justice because this took way too long to write up and i don't know why :( i legit had to rewrite like three whole times and i was about to smash my head into my laptop trying to keep going because im in a BLOCK it's super annoying BUT i needed ushiwaka brainrot and this was my take LOLOL

guys i love ushiwaka sm :(

anyways tags!!

@staraxiaa @chuuya-brainrot @hiraethwa @akaakeis @iiwaijime @fiannee @afyrian @catsoupki

ok love u guys see u next fic bye bye

[konigsblog]

i had a headcannon that könig picks and chews at his lips to distract himself (totally not projecting :')...) from the judgemental and disgusted glares he receives from those around him.

it's a habit that started when he was around seven years old, in primary school and feeling socially anxious in almost every situation he was placed in. as a result of his anxiety, he began to chew at his lips and cheeks to distract himself, keeping his hands busy to pick at his lips until they bled.

he never grew out of it, it felt almost comforting to distract himself, to fiddle with his fingers while biting his lips until his sharp, pearly teeth pierced through the delicate, soft skin, replacing it with scars that never faded after years. eventually, it caused faint but noticeable scars from his constant picking, a nonstop and constant stress reliever for könig, who'd find himself chewing the inside of his cheek until it bled and became painful.

he carries around chapstick to keep his lips soft for his significant other. who knows, perhaps you could allow him to distract himself by using his hands on your soft body, more specifically, between your thighs..? :3

[i93bpm]

long time no see tumblr. Im sorry for my MONTHS LONG ABSENCE i was struggling with art alot. im sick rn but i drew up this black jack to cope :DD if anyones interested i can share my backlog of black jack doodles/other art I've made........

[mxtxfanatic]

Best Shijie Jiang Yanli

I've seen quite a few meta and fics about how Jiang Yanli never cared about Wei Wuxian, how she was either ignorant to his pain or intentionally manipulating him into remaining the Jiang family's punching bag. Now, despite the fact that we don't get a lot of scenes with Jiang Yanli, I can concretely say that this is not true. Here are a few moments in the text where Jiang Yanli actively and decisively supports her didi in the face of others' attempts to diminish him:

Head lowered, Wei WuXian only had a few mouthfuls as somebody tugged at the corner of his sleeve. Turning around, he saw Jiang YanLi pass over a small dish. Inside the dish was a dozen peeled lotus seeds, soft and white, fresh and succulent. Wei WuXian’s voice was soft, “Shijie, thank you.” Jiang YanLi smiled. Those somewhat mild features immediately lit up with color. Yu ZiYuan spoke coldly, “Eat? A few days after this, when they’re at Qishan, we won’t even know if they give them any food. Why not go a few meals hungry starting from now? Let them get used to it!” ... Madam Yu scolded, “Of course you’ll go! Or else would your sister go? Look at her, still happily peeling lotus seeds. A-Li, stop peeling them. Who are you peeling them for? You’re the mistress, not somebody’s servant!” Hearing the word ‘servant’, Wei WuXian didn’t mind much. He had finished all of the lotus seeds in the dish all at once, chewing as the soft, refreshing sweetness filled his mouth.

—Chapt. 51: Courage, exr

As the air thickened with conflict, ready to burst any second, somebody suddenly spoke, “A-Xian!” Hearing the voice, Wei WuXian’s heart softened. He turned around, “Shijie?” Jiang YanLi waved at him, “A-Xian, come stand behind me.” Wei WuXian hesitated. Before he could move, Madam Jin quickly picked up her hand, “A-Li, don’t intervene in their business.” However, with an apologetic smile toward Madam Jin, Jiang YanLi went forth and stood in front of Wei WuXian.

...

Jiang YanLi, “But... It isn’t his fault that others can’t capture the prey.” The person couldn’t say anything back. She continued, “Isn’t the hunt all about true strength? Even if the ghouls are gone, aren’t there also the fays and the monsters? Even if he didn’t keep one-third to himself, or even if he didn’t attend the hunt, those who can’t capture the prey will never be able to. Although the methods that A-Xian used is different from what other people use, it’s still an ability that he cultivated. You can’t call it a crooked path just because others don’t have access to that third of the prey, can you?” The people who gathered around Jin ZiXun had on the same dark faces as he did. Yet, taking into consideration Jiang YanLi’s background, they didn’t dare talk back to her directly. Jiang YanLi added, “Besides, hunting is hunting, so why bring the matter of discipline to the table? A-Xian is a disciple of the YunmengJiang Sect. He grew up with my brother and I, and so he’s as close as a brother is to me. Calling him the ‘son of a servant’—I’m sorry, but I won’t accept this. And thus...” She straightened her back and raised her voice, “I hope that Young Master Jin ZiXun would apologize to Wei WuXian of the YunmengJiang Sect!” ... Madam Jin spoke, “A-Li, why are you being so serious? It’s just a small matter. Don’t get so worked up.” Jiang YanLi’s voice was soft, “Madam, A-Xian is my younger brother. Him being humiliated by others, to me, isn’t just a small matter.”

—Chapt. 70: Departure, exr

Madam Yu was even angrier, “How dare you run! Come back right now and kneel!” As she spoke, she let loose her whip with a flip of her wrist. Wei WuXian felt a searing pain slash across his back. He loudly exclaimed, “Ow!” And almost tripped on the ground. Yet, all of a sudden, someone’s quiet voice drifted by Madam Yu’s ear, “Mom, do you want to eat some watermelon...” Madam Yu was startled by Jiang YanLi, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. With the delay, all of the boys had vanished into thin air. She was so infuriated that she turned to Jiang YanLi and pinched her cheek, “Eat, eat, eat—all you do is eat!” Jiang YanLi almost cried from her mother’s pinching, mumbling, “Mom, A-Xian and the others were hiding here to relieve the heat and I came here on my own. Don’t blame them... Do... Do you want some watermelon... I don’t know who gave them to us, but it’s really sweet. Eating watermelon in the summer is great for cooling down and quenching thirst. I’ll cut them for you...”

—Chapt. 125: Lotus Seed Pod Extra, exr

Jiang Yanli loved Wei Wuxian, and it couldn't be any clearer when you read scenes in which people think they can easily bully him in front of her. Because as Jiang Yanli says so undeniably herself, that's her didi!

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

Put those puppy eyes AWAY sir now is NOT THE TIME

[hydrodragons]

genshin impact gif challenge ✦

[2/?] anemo characters → venti

“many people may feel lost at times. after all, it's impossible for everything to happen according to your own wishes. [...] even if life's all in a jumble, you can sort it out as long as there's a whisper of the wind.”

[attleboy]

[COWBELL SOUND x10] wackywatch site updated !!!! to uh. pomni sleeping..??? so check it out if you want to watch pomni sleep i guess

[arson-09]

i HATE the term shadow daddy. If a character is referred to as “shadow daddy” by someone you know its gonna be the most uninteresting, bland and probably shitty male character to ever exist. Bro does the bare minimum and everyone falls to their feet. Shadow daddy isnt a compliment its a warning to everyone else

[hana-bobo-finch]

i found some kinda strange emo creature outside

[napping-sapphic]

Send me every little selfie you take so that i can look at them whenever i miss you

[what-have-i-unleashed]

just a quick stop

finally, the full fic of weird fluffy kist that i have been agonizing over...

(cw: violence, minor character death, a bit spicy - lime on the citrus scale)

killer and dust have been trekking through the dark endless space for a while. killer has been chattering nonstop, filling the empty void with his voice, which dust appreciates. were he to be left floundering in the silence, he'd go crazy just like the many unfortunate souls that have stumbled into this non-place.

this "multiverse station" doesn't seem to have an attendant, only an eerie display of monster dust and decayed human bodies scattered sparsely throughout. yet, killer doesn't seem to be deterred a single bit. he's confidently announced that they would get out of here and back on track to their scheduled date in a mobfell universe.

"trust me, honeyboo," killer gestures with his hand waving around like an excited kid. he's leading dust with his other with his other hand nestled in dust's. the handhold is securely warm in contrast to the chilly void. "my intuition is never wrong. we're definitely on the right path."

your boyfriend is a dumbass, brother, papyrus sighs, floating next to dust.

"i know, bro," he murmurs, smirking into his scarf.

killer turns around, as if hearing what he said. "huh? have something to say, dusty?"

"nothing. guide us through this darkness, o wise guy," dust replies.

killer tilts his head, his signature grin widening. "sure thing, lover boy~"

they walk and walk and walk until dust sees something in the far distance - a white light in the black void. killer, still holding his hand, runs towards the light. dust stumbles as he's dragged along. as they get closer to the light, dust can see it is fragments of some sort of dilapidated train station. there sit three wooden benches in various stages of damage. next to one is a sign in an undecipherable language, along with an equally incomprehensible map, probably of the available pathways. a single bright lamp illuminates the area. as killer fawns over the map, dust stands back idly and makes a mistake looking up at the lamp post - he quickly turns away when he realizes there is a white soul trapped inside the lantern, pulsing slowly. fortunately, before dust can think about it, killer whistles at him and beckons him over.

when dust languidly makes over to killer, the hybrid-souled being speaks animatedly, "looks like we're at this stop point," he points to a faded star mark on the map. "if we want to make it to our destination, we can just go straight ahead from here."

killer traces a long-winded path to another symbol on the map. dust doesn't claim to know much about the jumble that is multiverse travel, so he has no choice but to trust his partner.

"but how can we travel to there?" he asks. "your token is out of juice."

killer gives him an impish grin. "we wait."

and so wait they do. the couple rests on the bench nearest to the station sign, with dust sitting in a corner and killer lounging indulgently, wrapping one arm behind dust's shoulders. bored out of his mind, dust pulls out his cigarette pack and puts one in his mouth. he searches for the lighter in his pockets, only to hear a click right next to him. turning to his left, he sees killer holding out the lighter with the flame on, an inviting wink flashing his face. amused, dust leans in to light the end of the cig, keeping his gaze on killer, whose cheshire smile doesn't wane the whole time. dust leans back and lets out a puff of smoke. he can feel killer's gaze on him.

"so, what else can you put in your mouth, bunny?"

dust glances at killer from the corner of his eye socket. the other skeleton is resting his chin on his closed fist, a mischievous grin on his face. dust looks him up and down before replying dryly.

"you're that bored?"

"maybe i am. maybe you should help me entertain myself."

dust scoffs lightly, but still indulges his boyfriend. "you want a fight then?"

"if that fight involves that mouth of yours, then yeah."

without further prompting, killer slides off his seat and crawls into dust's lap, kneeling over his slouching figure. from dust's point of view, the white light from the lamp washes over killer like a soft halo, his face obscured by the darkness, only somewhat lit by that red soul of his. the shape of the soul is wavering somewhere between an upside-down heart and a target, making dust consider killer carefully. extinguishing the cig on the handle of the bench, he slowly reaches his hand to cup killer's cheek.

"this okay?" he asks quietly, to which killer answers, nuzzling into his hand.

"yeah."

dust guides killer down towards him and nips the corner of his mouth, trailing small pecks along the jaw. he feels killer shiver and doubles his efforts, quickly moving his mouth down killer's neck - or at least the parts not covered by killer's turtleneck that is - while helping killer taking his jacket off his body. dust lets his teeth graze near the nape of killer's neck, smirking into the turtleneck when he feels killer grabbing onto his arms and pulling him closer. dust complies, snaking his hand up inside killer's shirt while teasing him with lazy kisses and half-licks around his mandible. killer's bones are scarred under dust's hand, but dust pays them no mind as he lightly caresses his lover's sternum.

impatient, killer grabs dust's skull with both hands and pulls him into a biting kiss, nipping and growling into it, which only stirs dust into doing the same. the wet, breathy sounds of them exploring each other's mouths echo in the empty void. killer lightly grinds on dust's lap, smiling as he feels dust jerk in surprise. the hooded skeleton only tightens his grip on killer's lower ribs, which prompts a quiet moan out of killer.

but there's something else too, a piercing whine coming out of somewhere.

dust is the first to pull back, his face flushing blue and his tone breathless as he whispers, "did you hear that?"

killer smirks at him, not looking as out of breath as his lover is. "might be our ticket out of here."

with that, they hide behind the rubble of the station, both of them eagerly watching whichever unfortunate soul has wandered in here. it's not long before they see a dog monster approach the bright lamp and survey the map, looking as confused as dust was previously. killer and dust look at each other, silently communicating with their eyes, before each of them move in the opposite direction, effectively circling their unknowing victim.

killer is fast, throwing a knife at the dog monster before dust can formulate a plan. the dog monster startles and howls as the knife penetrates into their thigh. they collapse, and dust, not wanting killer to steal his kill, quickly raises a barrage of bones piercing through their head, dusting them right away. it's all over under one minute.

"aw babe, really?" killer whines as dust feels the exp running through his body, making him shiver. "you gotta have to take those measly exp?"

dust shrugs. "payback for last time you stole my kill."

killer sticks out his tongue, unapologetic. "i still have next time. by the way, what's in their inventory?"

dust, as the winner of the short-lived battle, rustles through the dust pile to see some gold coins, a notebook of some kind, and finally a travel token. picking up the token, he checks the thing for any forgery then throws it at killer. killer catches the thing with one hand and inspects it with his softly lit eyelight.

"is it enough?" dust asks, relieved to see killer nod.

"should be enough for our trip. we can always take more from another."

"finally," dust breathes out, and killer chuckles, putting his arm around dust's shoulders.

"don't be so impatient, mon beau," he whispers near dust's skull. "after the dinner, we can continue what we did back there."

dust stares at killer, trying hard to stop the blush forming on his face. he mumbles angrily as both of them swiftly disappears from the station. truly, killer should be glad he's dust's boyfriend, else he would be forced to eat concrete right now.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @diazsdimples @tizniz @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck 💖💖

i wasn't gonna post today but I'm currently writing another one of Buck and Taylor's arguments and I'm having so much fun lol (there's gonna be only one more conversation between them after this haha) I keep having new ideas for the in-between of what I had planned, and I hope all of this turns out coherent, I'm probably gonna have to do so much editing lol I'm so determined to post it this month and I'm actually inspired!

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“I don’t know what to tell you.” he sighs, averting his gaze, as he’s trying to think about anything to say, but his mind is blank. 

“How about the truth? I really just want to know what the hell is going on with you. Because this-” she throws her hands out, vaguely gesturing around. “This isn’t a life together, and I don’t know how many more times we can have this exact same conversation.”

“Taylor…” he starts, hoping more words would come. “I’m sor-”

“Is there someone else?” she blurts out, angry tears welling in her eyes. He feels his own eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks burn.

“What?”

“I mean, are you seeing someone else?” she doubles down, her tone a little shaky, but still determined. Suddenly, he feels his heart in his throat, and he has to make a conscious effort to breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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[harpywitharobot]

Some guidance is always welcomed

[decayedgloria]

secrets i have held in my heart

ft. Jean

In the midst of a loveless marriage, Jean finds solace in her husband's new employee.

Inspired by a poem on tiktok called tongues (I forgot who wrote it but it was so good tbh)

Tags: Jean x afab!reader, cheating, nsfw under cut, mdni, jean is married to diluc, dilucs kind of an ass, good ol’ lesbian sex, cunnilingus, fingering, pwp, this is not my best work tbh

Word count: 1.3k~, not proofread at all

The acting grand master’s office was certainly not the place for this. It was hardly appropriate for you to be on your knees in front of the woman herself, licking and lapping at her cunt as your fingers slipped in and out of your own. Her wonton moans only motivated you to move your tongue against her, eager to please your lover in whichever way she desired.

You both knew this was wrong. Jean was a married woman, married to your boss no less, and she wouldn’t normally be the type to do this. But then you came along one stormy night, sitting next to her in the cathedral pews as if Barbatos himself had granted a solution to her worries. While she prayed for any way to be happy in the now loveless marriage, she found solace in you. You were such a breath of fresh air, a person so serene she felt at peace every time she was with you.

It started with a yearning for your presence, with Jean frequenting Angel’s Share during your shifts just so she could see your smile. It was even sweeter when directed at her. Then she started walking you home under the guise of making sure you were safe, relishing every second that her arm held yours, like a knight escorting a princess. 

Jean thought that that was enough to sustain her. Just mere thoughts and small affections for her wouldn’t get in the way of her marriage to Diluc, even if her heart and core began aching when you weren’t there. But suddenly, when she dropped you off at your door just like every other night, you pulled her into a fervent kiss that spilled out your feelings for her, and well…

Here you both were. One of Jean’s hands was tangled in your hair, moving you impossibly closer to her cunt as she ground her hips into your face. A part of her was concerned you wouldn’t be able to breathe, however, the way you eagerly move with her proved otherwise. The other hand was braced on the back of her chair, keeping her body from shaking too much. 

“Hah… ah- oh my archons…” Jean’s hips bucked against your eager tongue, sighs and gasps leaving her pretty mouth as you bring up a hand to play with her clit. Her pleasure only served to turn you on, with your free hand pumping your own pussy with your fingers. In the heated atmosphere of the room, it was so incredibly easy for someone to just walk in and see your liaison, but neither of you cared as much as you chased your releases with each other.

“More, please more- yes, move your tongue that way darling. You’re so good at this… you make me feel- oh, you make me feel so good…!” Her grip on your hair tightened, her breathing erratic and heavy as she could feel her orgasm finally approaching. You pick up your pace, your tongue now darting across her folds as you too try to achieve your own orgasm. You looked up at her; blonde hair disheveled, eyes closed tightly as she moaned. You wanted to smirk at the fact that you had Monstadt’s Dandelion Knight in such as state, you doubt Diluc had ever made her feel this good.

“I’m- I’m cumming!” She all but screamed quietly as her thighs squeezed against your head, shaking as she release against your tongue. Her juices coated the bottom half of your face, prompting you to pull away and lick your lips, her saccharine taste overflowing your mouth. As you ride off your own orgasm, Jean’s hand reached down to cup your face, breathlessly looking at you affectionately. Her thumb caressed your cheeks as you trembled, wracked with your release as you fall towards her thighs. 

The two of you lay like that for a moment, relishing in the afterglow of your illicit affair. The feelings of guilt will return later, but for now, you could enjoy being in each other’s presence for a bit longer. As you both catch your breath, the silence between you says more than it needs to. The unspoken words and rampant thoughts shared by both of you cannot be any more clear, yet you were sure Jean wants to ignore it as much as you do.

Quickly rising to your feet, you wipe your face before giving Jean a kiss, smiling as she returns it. You help each other get dressed and clean up, giggling here and there as you tease each other about anything and everything.

“You know, as acting grand master, I really should stop entertaining this.” Despite her unamused tone, Jeans smiled coyly at you as she fixed your shirt. Likewise, your hands fixed her collar, expertly buttoning her corsage as you snicker.

“Yes, of course. Just like always you say that, and yet all I have to do is go…” Your eyes shift into a pleading stare, imitating a puppy as you fake pout at the woman. Though you cannot hold the expression for long as you burst out in a fit of laughter along with her after you do so. Ah, to have the Dandelion Knight wrapped around your finger. When you first moved to Monstadt, you didn’t think it was even possible to meet her, and yet you’ve become much more than what you’ve bargained for.

As soon as you were both finished cleaning yourselves up, there was a sudden knock at the door. Jean, whose demeanor was once relaxed, stiffened as she heard it. Her blue eyes darted to you in silent alarm, a warning which you took seriously, reluctantly stepping away from her as she told the guest to come in.

You keep your head down and your expression neutral as Diluc walked in, his indifferent face startling you just a little bit. You give him a polite smile as he looks towards you, an eyebrow slightly raised. You could feel your heart thumping in your chest as his sharp gaze is turned towards you, unaware of the sinful acts you and his wife just committed.

“It’s a surprise seeing you here.” Diluc remarked, “Do you have business with the knights?” Before you could answer, Jean gives him a firm reply.

“It’s her day off, isn’t it Diluc? She’s my friend,” If you were none the wiser, the slight strain on her voice might have gone unnoticed when she said ‘friend.’ The name stung a bit, but it was necessary, especially when her husband was right there. “She’s visiting me.”

“Oh? And allowing you to be distracted at work? No wonder the knights are so horribly inefficient.” His tone was cold, though it was not actually filled with malice. Diluc’s gaze was still on you, and you hesitantly look towards him, almost in protest to his words.

“I was actually just leaving.” You answered firmly, turning your heel sharply towards the door and bidding Jean a final goodbye. You turned so quickly that you missed the surprised look on Jean’s face, who had expected you to stay just a little longer to avoid suspicion. What she missed was the growing ache in your heart as your mind replayed the image of both of them alone in that office.

As you walked, you could still feel his cold gaze until you closed the door behind you, sighing in relief as you did so. 

The world must never know about you and Jean. Because if they did, you both would be ripped away from each other at a moment’s notice- by Diluc’s hands, nonetheless. Secret meetings and late-night liaisons were all that your love needed to thrive, even if at times it was suffocating.

[highlifeboat]

Cannot believe Shamura made me kill one of my HUSBANDS

OF ALL MY CULTISTS??