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tonkatsubowl · 7 months ago
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disheartening.
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▼ huuuge spoilers.
▼ sam x reader
▼ sam confesses to you.
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you already knew of firefly's true identity when she felt comfortable enough showing you her true colors. the two of you were already close as it is, but the moment she introduced herself as the stellaron hunter, you were confused about your friendship. were you truly allies or enemies?
the memories the both of you made together... where she lead you to the scenic view of penacony, where the both of you spent time together playing games in the arcade area...
and when she revealed herself to be your enemy, you were confused. stellaron hunters are supposed to be your enemy—why hasn't she harmed you in any way? she protected you, even.
you sat there, in the same scenic view that firefly originally shown you in the past, pondering to yourself...about everything that has happened to you so far. you were lost in thought, until you heard metallic footsteps approach you from behind.
immediately, you materialized your weapon, spinning around to see who it was—only for firefly—no, sam—to reveal himself.
"... firefly?"
you questioned, unsure if he was a friend or foe at this point.
"what are you doing here?"
you hear sam sigh through hid armor as he approached you, seating himself on the bench as he gazed upon the horizon. "i wanted to see you. i had a feeling you'd be here." he looks towards you, and even with that helmet on, you could tell he was softened by your appearance.
"you wanted to see me? ... you aren't going to try to hurt me, are you?"
sam shook his head, "no. there's something i wanted to tell you."
"...why now? i have no many questions, and—"
"i know, (y/n), i know you have alot, but i can't answer them now... because i have something more important to tell you."
the man in armor pats the spot next to him, and you were reluctant to sit. but you dematerialized your weapon as you sat next to him, closely, even. he felt relieved that there was some trust you had for him, but... still.
a stellaron hunter. your enemy.
"... from the memories we had together when you were with 'me', i found myself lost in my feelings for you."
you paused. you look from the scenic view, then to sam with a puzzled look. "what are you saying?"
"i'm saying..." a sigh. he was quiet. you could tell he was vulnerable with you at this very moment.
"... (y/n), i'm in love with you."
you froze up, your heart began to pound when you heard his confession. you were silent, unsure how to respond.
"i... i don't know what to say," you murmur, "is this another trick? i... i'm sorry, i just-"
"i understand." sam says, shaking his head. "i just needed to get that out there. we're... naturally enemies, after all. and we've fought before, and i've held back. i definitely did not wish to hurt you."
you were quiet. what were you supposed to say? you weren't sure of your feelings anymore, and... you wanted to leave. your heart began to race and you began to feel light headed. your trust issues, they were... you just didn't know anymore.
so, you got up.
"i-i'm sorry. i just... firefly, i don't know." you say sam's real identity instead, "i... i just... i'm sorry."
that was when you immediately dismissed yourself, quickly exiting the scene. your eyes teared up, your heart aching.
you weren't sure what to do. you felt your world spin, and spin, and spin.
what could you do or say in a situation like this?
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eternity-death · 9 months ago
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Penacony Reactions to you spanking them
No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.
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Hanabi
Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.
She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.
This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.
You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?
Black Swan
Stares at you.
Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.
She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.
Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.
Sampo
He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.
Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.
Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”
Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.
Aventurine
“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”
If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.
He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.
“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.
Acheron
You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.
Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”
You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.
Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)
Dr. Ratio
Lets out a high pitched yelp.
Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.
“Did you really just do what I think you did?”
Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.
Firefly
Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?
She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.
Apologize.
Sam
You have a death wish.
Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”
He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.
If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.
March 7nth
Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.
It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.
You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.
“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”
Robin
“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.
You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.
It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.
You’re losing btw.
Sunday
Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.
You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.
He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.
When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.
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esthercore · 5 months ago
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"The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked unfathomable quantities of blood"
Aventurine, Blade, Jade, Kafka, Sam/Firefly, Arlecchino, Childe, Capitano
One line can be interpreted in so many ways depending on the character from regret to indifference to inner conflict.
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soapssuds · 10 months ago
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unknown ! yandere x reader
someone from the penacony cast is a yandere for you. the problem is...you don't even know who they are or that they are the one who is trying to keep you in penacony in the first place.
Imagine that during your long awaited vacation to Penacony is going well but your vacation takes a quick turn for the worse when your small space cruiser gets high jacked by some low grade thugs who take it for a joyride and end up crashing it.
Low-n-behold, you are now stranded on Penacony with no money (you left all your credits on your cruiser for safe keeping and those thugs stole it before making their getaway after crashing) and no way of getting home.
And what's worse, your insurance refuses to pay you for your crashed ship. In other words, you're stuck. Which was how you found yourself working three jobs in Penacony and barely getting any sleep as you rushed to have the funds to afford your new found rent problems and the funds to fix your cruiser. You would buy a new one, but many repairmen have told you that it would be cheaper to fix the damn thing instead of buying a VERY overpriced new one.
And they were right. You checked the markets and those new cruisers were way too expensive for you. Even the used ones were something you couldn't afford.
So, with all hope seem to be lost, your shifts are work getting tougher, and your eyebags getting darker - you truly thought you would never be able to go back home and put this nightmare vacation behind you. That is until you meet the members of the Astral Express.
They were very good people. People who you became quick friends with. The MC was kind to you (but seemed to have a weird obsession with trashcans), March was always hyper but fun to be around, and Dan Heng (though the quiet one of the group) was nice and even offered to help you in some of your jobs.
And then came along Himeko and Welt who graciously offered you a spot on the team as a Trailblazer. You could take a ride with them and go home, or join them on their journey wherever it may lead.
Suffice to say, you enjoyed your time in befriending the Astral Express crew that you couldn't help but to join them. Your worries for money and fixing your old cruiser were long gone as a new chapter in your life started.
However, when a certain someone heard of your new found escape, they couldn't help but to seethe with a quiet rage.
They hired those thugs to wreck your vehicle so that you be stranded in Penacony. They discretely made it to where prices were to high for you to fix your cruiser or buy a new one. They made sure that you would stay forever.
And yet some no-name outsiders were getting in the way.
"No matter," they said, the shadows covering them, "this place used to be a prison after all. I'll keep you here one way or another."
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noellefan101 · 19 days ago
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Yo I would like more streamer AU with Firefly and Jing Yuan and however you deem worthy, please and thank you.
Love your work.🥰
omg thank youuu imma go cry in my corner now
anyway... heh....
Characters: Firefly, Jing Yuan, Welt, March 7th x reader
Warnings: yes
Summary: your princess(or partner if you wanna be boring) is a streamer, a popular one at that. this is a fic about: how their chat finds out that you are dating, how they treat you off-stream and on-stream/do they treat you differently
Note: i cant set my mind to anything so this is delivered really late and im so sorry if its also shit. that previous sentence was written about a month ago, maybe even more, so sorry. and yes i know some of it seems rushed and out of character so for that i apologize, love you tho
thank you @ogstarlight for sending the request
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Firefly
How chat found out: She blushes at the mention of your name, doesnt even matter if its actually about you or not, i'd imagine even when she is SAM you can see the blush. Could even be an npc that has the same name as you, and she just started blushing because she thought of you. So its very obvious that she has some sort of crush on a person with that name, or has a lover maybe, the chat would be supportive nonetheless.
But it definitely wasn't her that got you introduced to her viewers, Kafka is to blame, but Silver Wolf was dragged into it a little much bit. so long story short, Kafka had gotten your number and called you saying Firefly needed to tell you something, and dont worry she isnt streaming(liar). So you had walked into her room confused not knowing that she was actually live and everyone now knew you. She blushed so hard i think she may have exploded.
"awww, what a cute little sweetie pie" -Kafka "honestly, shes more like a simp" -Silver Wolf 🧍🏻-Blade
On-Stream: Blushes even more when you're actually there with her, and being watched by so many people. If you kissed her on camera she cant show her face for another five days or she'll immediately go into tomato mode, absolute cutie. She doesnt treat you much different other than maybe a little less affectionate
Off-Stream: More affectionate with you, even around the other stelleron hunters. She's definitely less nervous when you're not both being viewed by hundreds of people, and she can kiss you without worrying about anything so thats nice. Also likes for you to just cuddle while she is SAM because she likes to hold you.
Jing Yuan
How chat found out: He would tell them all about you if they asked. Though they have to ask the correct questions since he would still like to keep you to himself, and would hate sharing you. And definitely hates sharing things about you when you arent there to say it yourself. So his usual responses to questions like 'who's your partner?' and 'you're just lying as to not seem as single' will be very vague descriptions of you and your relationship.
However, if you give him permission to share an achievement of yours, whether new or old, he will be talking about you non-stop for an hour or two given the chance. So safe to say his chat knew of you from the start and only waited to put a face to Jing Yuan's "amazing, lovely, beautiful, strong, sweet, and loving" partner.
On-Stream: Has fallen fully asleep on you before, his whole body on yours while you tried your best to either wake him up or stop the stream. He basically doesnt care what they think, he will be affectionate with you, to the point Yanqing told him to get off you just a little. Poor boy said the wrong thing because he just got even more touchy. Will kiss you whenever to the point his viewers get tired of his affectionate nature more than you could ever be.
Off-Stream: Literally no difference except maybe less jealous and a tiny but more suggestive. He'll kiss you a little deeper when its just you two, get a little closer, and touch you in a little more private places. It's barely a difference if you look at it over all, but it feels a little more personal compared to when he's live in front of a few thousand people.
Welt
How chat found out: actually just yaps about animation stuff and shows he likes, maybe plays games with March and Stelle if they really get him interested. But I'd imagine he also talks about some of the astral express, like how Stelle needs to stop digging in every trash can in her eyesight. Or how Dan Heng needs to sleep more because his eyebags are darker than his past. Random stuff that happens in his life but also a lot of history.
But of course he would talk about you as well, it can't be helped, though he would hold back more if you expressed that you weren't ok with that. He talks about you a lot safe to say, and he likes talking about all your interests and stuff you do, dates you go on ext. He would never share everything dont worry, just quite a lot since after he starts he finds it hard to stop. A case of they already know you to the point they could know things about you that you don't.
On-Stream: Very sweet as usual, but not very affectionate. A kiss to the cheek here and there, or maybe even sitting quietly on his lap on occasion. Nothing much other than talking with you and a tiny bit of physical affection, mostly loving you in quality time and showing interest in things you like.
Off-Stream: Way more affectionate, even around the crew, he just feels more safe around them overall since anyone could watch him. He can surprisingly talk even more when he isnt live, just the two of you laying in bed listening to each other talk about the little things and some very random things. I'm very sure you've had a 6 hour phone call multiple times just talking to each other with no break
March 7th
How chat found out: She shows them so many photos that she's taken and probably takes some during stream if shes doing IRL content. So safe to say you've been seen more than you think you have, whether she intended to show you or not. But of course you could be seen as a good friend who she likes taking photos with and of, but it is clear that you appear more than her other friends like Dan Heng, Caleus and her masters . She has more photos of you than you would even believe, and you have barely seen 15% of them and she has more than one folder just for pictures of you. (there will be less of you fully in them with your knowledge if you are camera shy, just know she takes a lot of photos anyway)
But this all made it very unsurprising when you one day walked in on her streaming, asking for something and curiously adding "love" to the sentence. Safe to say she was teased by her viewers for a few months, for both taking so many pictures of you and blushing every time you were present.
On-Stream: Loves to hug you a lot, also cracks even more dumb jokes when you're around. Kisses you, but retreats and goes out of view so no one can see how much shes blushing. The kisses shown on camera are more of a peck than anything, a nice big kiss on the cheek if she tries to be teasing or cheeky.
Off-Stream: Way better at actually kissing you properly on the mouth for once, maybe due to her being a bit shy(not that she will admit to it, without a bit of gentle pushing). Cuddles.. Lots of cuddles, no matter what. As long as its just the two of you, there will be lots of affection, much more than if it was for others to see.
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thx for reading, and yes i know i have been neglecting the genshin streamer au but my mind just isnt there idk ToT, luv ya- Masterlist
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tra1nchi · 6 months ago
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Big scary robots makes my brain go BRRRRJSJSJSKSKSKAKAJSJSJSJS(and. did you saw his thighs. I want to die between them.) so can I request Sam and bttm male reader 👀👀 maybe some temperature play... yeah...
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OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!! his thighs,,u are so real,,MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Temperature play,, firefly has no connections to sam>□<
DUDE,,that event picture of him makes me feel so many different things for that robot?? They did not need to give him them breedable ass hips,,have u seen his leaked model too?? My word,,he's so tall..
Being stuck inbetween his cold metal thighs,,looking up at his unreadable face but all you could hear is a low reverberating sound!! He was so amused at your predicament!!
His hands move to your face,,gently caressing it as he cools down your reddened cheeks before he leans forward,,shoving his warm,,metal finger deep inside of you!!
Just when he reaches your prostate,,he cools himself down,,his fingers no longer being red hot but now cooling as he touches your warm hole!!
Fongering you while stuck inbetween his thighs is such a dream!! Holding tightly onto his big shoulder blades as he moves his fingers rhythmically inside of you!! It was like his metal fingers were specifically designed for this!!
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chiara-hotel · 3 months ago
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Camping with them!
Characters: Kafka, Blade, Silver Wolf & SAM Spoilers: Spoilers for SAMs identity + 2.0 questline (penacony) This is also a remake of some old headcannons I had to include Firefly!
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Synopsis: The current mission you guys are on requires an overnight stay. Kafka finds a nice location by a lake for you all to camp. What's it kind camping with them?
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- Kafka starts the night off by cooking dinner for the 4 of you, depending on your diet she’ll cook whatever anyone wants. Of course that also requires setting up the table you guys brought & finding ingredients either in the car or in the wild. Even if you are missing a bit of meat Kafka wouldn’t mind going hunting for a snack anyway.
- After the campfire is put up Kafka tells lots of scary stories, hoping you’ll get scared later in the night. Silver Wolf gets scared by stone of them and blade doesn’t get scared at all. Kafka loves making smores though!
- During the nighttime, shes sleeping peacefully in her solo tent, not a single sound to be heard. She might get up around 3am just to talk a walk, if you’re awake Kafka will gladly invite you to join her.
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- Blade is the main helper of the group! Helping Kafka setup the campsite and any dinner materials. He does offer to hunt some animals if needed
- After that, Blade wanders into his own world, usually just resting or thinking about the mission. Although he wouldn't mind if you and firefly went to bother him to ask to play some games with him-to which he'd gladly join.
- While sitting down at the campfire he also remains silent & only tells one scary story after you and Kafka forced him too, Blade doesn’t want make any smores but with enough convincing he'll make a few for you guys to eat
- Out if everyone he goes to sleep the earliest. Depending on how close you are with him you guys might share a tent or not, but make sure you don’t wake him up as you enter later on.
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- Silver doesn’t have anything to do while Kafka makes dinner-mainly just playing games on her tablet. After dinner she gets the campfire ready along with firefly for smores & scary stories. During the night she also manages to make the most amount of snores.
- At night she’s staying up until 3-4 playing video games. If you’re up and can’t sleep she’ll invite you to play along aswell. At 4 she decides she does need at least some hours of sleep since it’s also a very early start for tomorrows mission.
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- Firefly helps Kafka and blade with preparing dinner, especially with lighting/cooking anything up. Fire powers come in handy! But other than that she would play some games with you or go on a walk with you.
- Later on she helps Silver Wolf get the smores together and fights up the campfire. Out of everyone she ate the most smores (and Blade ended up giving her a lot of his since she liked them)
- Sleeping in her tent is like having the best sleepover! Tons of snacks, playing games & watching a lot of fun movies. Until it reaches midnight or maybe 1 am if you're lucky, then she insists you need your sleep for tomorrows early mission!
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serenetoru · 6 months ago
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thinking bout how you and firefly was childhood friends that never got to confess to eachother cuz your life was cut short
It was late night as you’re accompanying her home because she’s sick. Firefly has a crush on you ever since the two of you met when you were children. It was a cold night while the two of you were enjoying eachother’s company. She let out a smile not knowing what was about to happen. Just as about she was about to tell you about her day, someone came and almost stabbed her in the back. If it weren’t for you she would’ve gotten herself stabbed.
“SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP!” it was late at night, away from the city. She looked down at you with her teary eyes, her grip tightened at the hem of your shirt while you let out a weak chuckle. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight while all she sees are red. She couldn’t see anything but you. While waiting for the ambulance to come, she had her blouse covering the place that stabbed you to stop the bleeding.
“please… you’ll be fine..” her voice were shaky, she placed her hand over your cheek while cursing under her breath because the ambulance was so slow. You could only muster up a smile while looking up at the stars shining down at the two of you being the only witness to this tragedy.
“send my regards to our friends…” you’re at the edge of passing out but you kept yourself awake for her. To confess to her. “and… i have something to say. I.. love.. you.” her eyes went wide as she grits her teeth. “why now..? out of all times..” she said as more tears keep falling down her face. Her heart thumping loudly against her chest from both nervousness and also fear from the thought of you passing.
“live for me.”
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The robot was now standing ontop of a grave. It was molded and corroded by time as they stared down at the grave. How many years has it been? they don’t know but all they knew was that they placed another bouquet of flower on top of the grave. “its been too long, my old friend.” their voice was deep and laced with a hint of sadness in it. “i did what you last requested of me-“ they tried so hard to not choke at their words while looking up into the same night sky that had witnessed the tragedy of them on that fateful night.
“i live, for you.”
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moonsaver · 9 months ago
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Hi! I liked your posts about Sunday, you really captured the character. Do you have any thoughts about Yan!Sam? We don’t know a lot about “him” right now, but “he” looks like an interesting character.
Hello anon! It took me a while to get to this request because I had to do a bit more research on him, especially since I practically speedran the Penacony quest. Sorry.
Its short, and most likely will be OOC, since most of it is derived from very little content present in-game.
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Yan!Sam is frustratingly hard to deal with, if you even know what you want to deal with.
Unlike other robotic like characters such as screwllum or whoever he is, Sam in general seems terrifying unreasonable, and absolutely goal-oriented.
Yan!Sam would be a degree worse. I imagine you can't even reason with him, because he would straight up admit that yes, you're right, it's absolutely irrational the things he's doing. And he just doesn't care. Cry, protest, and throw a tantrum, and he's nailing you down, forcing you to stop. He would absolutely drive you up the wall if you try to negotiate with him. He just doesn't work on rationale at all.
Of course, this is just mainly off of the voicelines Ive read from the character wiki, and the penacony dialogue. It seems Yan!Sam is terrifying, swift, and deals with any problem immediately. You could be outside minding your own business, and before you know it - the crowd is thrown into chaos, loud noises erupt everywhere, and something from the corner of your eye just grabs you and exits. You probably won't even realize you've just been kidnapped until Yan!Sam takes you to a specific captivity room and has to spell it out for you through what is the tone equivalent of gritted teeth, that yes, he's in love with you (as much as.. a robot? Can be,) and yes, he's just kidnapped you. If you make even a noise about returning to your family, he'll execute them immediately. In the end, you'll have no one to turn to but him. Even if begrudgingly so.
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santsukii · 7 months ago
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you’re bad for me (yandere! firefly)
cw: violence, gore, yandere
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such a sweet girl, soft and quiet. behind the scenes, firefly is a killer who wouldn’t hesitate to end a life as proof of her love for you. her cotton-soft hair would be tacky with blood and viscera, pale face covered in smudges of the same half-dried blood with hearts in her beautiful eyes.
outwardly, she’s the most innocent looking in appearance of the stellaron hunters. out of a woman who used her dead-looking eyes and seductive voice to control those around her, a tall man who can’t seem to die and lives for the rush of battle, a seasoned hacker who would rather be playing her gacha games, yet firefly was still the scariest out of the other three. the scary part only comes in when her smile contrasts the blood splattered on her skin and clothes, tears welling up in her eyes.
piloting a large mech suit so no one sees her face, she would sometimes even dare to end lives right in front of you. as long as you never notice it’s your lover, she wouldn’t hesitate. she’s a bit of a loser-yandere, a blushing and clumsy mess when you’re around. only when she’s jealous do her homicidal and violent tendencies resurface. firefly gets jealous easily, so realistically, her more shy and cute nature is a bit more rare than you might think.
her violent personality melts away whenever you’re near her, barely even managing to speak to you before she’s blushing wildly and stumbling on her words. she hates that part of herself, wishing she could just keep it together.
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tragedy-of-commons · 2 months ago
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Prompt For Everybody Talks: “I may not be a formal therapist, but perhaps a guide through your memories can help with your trauma. Facing your past can be therapeutic, after all.” + Black Swan + Queer platonic (Aro Ace Reader)
"I may not be a formal therapist, but perhaps a guide through your memories can help with your trauma. Facing your past can be therapeutic, after all."
As respectfully as you're able, you stare at Black Swan like she's sprouted another head.
"How long have you been planning this?" you ask skeptically, eyes raking over her form which is gracefully taking up the expanse of the doorway. You're so tired - you feel it in the creaking of your bones as you graze right past her, making a beeline for the kitchen counter. Getting home from work is always an ordeal.
Too many people have fought over your attention today, which is not as fun as it sounds. Your manager wants you to put in more hours, the rest of your coworkers keep trying to build meaningless bridges, and you fight demons (the urge to clock out early) every shift.
You dump your wallet and keys onto the tile with a clatter, pinching the bridge of your nose. Soft footsteps follow and watch your every movement - she's always been an observer.
"You make it sound like I've been scheming," Black Swan chuckles.
You're fairly certain she has been scheming. She's been leaving out guided meditation pamphlets on your nightstand, depositing aromatherapy candles on the rim of the bathtub, and not to mention the wheedling - always picking apart your sentences, looking for something that'll only disappoint her.
Snorting, you shove your paraphernalia from the day's struggle into a random drawer. You'll probably forget where it is later, but you could care less right now. "When are you not, Swan?"
As you go about fixing yourself a snack, you catch glimpses of her watching you. Like always, she's beautiful; so much so that it takes your breath away.
While others may find beauty in symmetrical bone structure and specific body shapes (or just mountainous standards), you find it in the atmosphere surrounding your loved ones.
Everyone and everything yields to her touch willingly. If a bystander told you that Black Swan could part the sea and bring about salvation, you'd believe them without a second thought.
If another bystander told you that everything Black Swan touches turns to gold, you'd almost believe them. Because, really, you're the one exception there - no matter how she molds you in her hands, you remain dull clay.
Of course, you know better than to share the full extent of these insecurities with her. She's your partner (as loose of a term as that is), and you're lucky to have her as that much. But she's always been too keen for her own good, and she knows you too well. You're upset, and you suck at hiding it.
She's extending a peace offering out to you, and you'd be doing yourself no favors by refusing it.
As you panic in your head further, you barely realize the presence by your side. Swan retrieves the spices from the cabinet and sets them out for you, setting a timer on her phone - because of course she knows how long you like to heat up your leftovers. It's sweet and painful all the same, coexisting in the same kitchen with her.
"Just trust me on this," she cajoles, taking ahold of your hand while you stare into the bubbling pot. "If you want to stop at any time, we will. It's not what you're expecting."
Her various rings are cool against your flushed skin, grounding you. Some are silver and others are brass, each speckled with tiny designs. Your favorite one is adorned with a crescent moon, fun to fidget with when she's working.
Firmly in the present, you sigh. There's not much you can do but agree, even if you're so done for the day; Swan rarely pushes, so you give in.
"…what does this 'guide' entail, then? Is it like the things you do for clients?"
"Akin to that, yes," she starts, sensing your apprehension, "but I want to make it special for you."
You like special things made with love; trinkets and memories you squirrel away for later when life becomes too much. Special moments of braiding hair, bathing, and just talking. Snippets of a special bond that transcends conventional standards because you can just be close, no matter the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.
You like special things.
"Okay, but I don't know why you're so insistent."
She smiles, coy. "You'll see."
You do, in fact, see. After your stomach is full and you can't avoid it any longer, you're walking down the hallway into the living room, led by your partner.
When you survey your surroundings, a laugh bubbles up the column of your throat for the first time today. The sofa cushions have been uprooted from their spot and positioned into a pantomime of a brick house.
"A couch fort?" you question, bemused.
Black Swan tugs you forward, ignoring your yelp, "Yes. Comfortable, don't you agree?"
When you stand in front of the rickety structure, topped off by a fleece blanket draped over its roof, you notice light spilling out from the cracks, soft and inviting. Without prompt, you wriggle your way inside, gaining entry after crouching down.
At first, you're completely blinded by a lamp, tucked away in a small alcove. There's just enough space in here for two people, objects of comfort and familiarity littered about where there's room for them; a jar of seashells and loose sand that you collected from the beach one year - which you still like to touch and revisit, some pencils and a sketchpad, and of course, pillows galore.
"I like where this is going," you tease, probably about to weep at the thoughtfulness of it all. She taps your back, and you feel her lavender tresses tickle your shoulder blade as she leans down to climb in beside you.
With you flush against one side, and her flush against the other, the space feels complete. Black Swan's eyes of mauve and the softest marigold observe you once more, filled with warmth.
Maybe it was because of your earlier stupor, but you'd hardly noticed that she also looks... spent. No, more than that, she looks ready to drop.
Discolored skin accentuates her bottom lashes, her lips are chapped and dry. Usually at home, she'll have her hair tied back, but now it's hanging down limply with knotted ends. How could you have missed that?
How long has she also needed a break? Your heart clenches painfully, tongue ready to voice these concerns--
Swan holds up a hand, effectively cutting you off. "That's what we're here to talk about. No need to panic. I'm only a bit worn out, I'm sure you know the feeling; I've been… worrying about you, and some other circumstances regarding my mother lately. I think this 'guided meditation' is what we both need."
Blinking, you tamp down your initial spiraling. You do both require relaxation and connection - being stretched thin is inevitable, but you've failed to realize how bad it's gotten.
You're also relieved she went about it this way, attuned to both of your needs, ever genteel in her approach. You watch your partner pick up a loose pencil from the wayward pile, retrieving her beloved sketchbook with her other hand.
Recognizing the routine immediately, you reach for your jar of shells. You pop open the lid and run the pads of your fingers over chipped sand dollars and jagged sea glass, soothed further by the sound of her scratching against the surface of paper.
Sometimes, Swan shows you what she creates; charcoal images of bygone days, hopeful glimpses of the future. On the contrary, there are other times where she'll guard her art close to her chest, for her eyes only.
"Yeah," you swallow, closing your eyes. In the background, somewhere, you hear the crashing of waves and the lullaby of soft melodies. "Did you want to go first? Also, this is really nice… thank you."
She hums. "Doesn't matter to me."
You wonder why that is. Even so, comfortable silence save for your shared ministrations fill the void. When your thumb catches on something obtrusive, something that's definitely not supposed to be in your beach jar, you pause. Peering into the glass to find the culprit, warmth floods your chest.
It's one of Black Swan's various crystals - the ones with supposed properties you don't fully understand - tucked strangely among your collection. Smooth and without grooves to run your fingers through, a pretty orange-red color… you think it's carnelian, if your recollection is to be trusted.
All of a sudden, there are hot tears springing up in your eyes. Something about Swan's presence being in a place so intimate, even in the form of an object, stokes a flame that warms every cold and vacant part of your being - nurturing those spots until something greater can flourish there.
You love her with all of your might - but you don't need to tell her so.
There just so happens to be tissues nestled between the pillows stacked up high on your right. You snatch the box, wiping your face and blowing your nose.
Quirking your chin upward a smidge, Swan seems unaffected, but the pinch between her brows gives her away; she's struggling with getting something down the way she wants to. You're not exactly an artist, but you know what it's like to be frustratingly inarticulate.
It's time to push forward. Just a little.
"Maybe, instead of right now…" you sniffle, "we could talk tomorrow? I'd feel up to it then." When she meets your eyes and smirks, you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment. "Only if that's okay with you, I mean."
Black Swan nods, always considerate. "I don't mind that one bit, but would it be too much trouble to ask you to stay with me?"
"I-I wasn't planning on leaving!"
"Good," she laughs, full of mirth and everything genuine. "I was scared you'd leave me all alone in this patchwork settlement, cold and afraid."
Even if she's kidding now, you know she has fears. She'll admit them to you just like this, in a safe bubble, confessing them aloud so subtly that you'd almost miss them. But you don't, not a chance.
Tomorrow, you'll let Swan talk as much as she needs to. Perhaps then, her fears won't consume her as readily.
This is the dynamic you know, even if you feel like you don't deserve to reap its benefits. Black Swan supports you, and you support her in return, often wordlessly. This is the love you've grown accustomed to, even if some people don't understand it or care to try.
"Never," you whisper. You mean it, simple as that.
As the minutes turn into hours, both of you safely hidden inside this cocoon, you notice that your partner's hands have been stained black from the laborious effort of shading and erasing. Curious, you perk up and clear your throat, wondering if she'll be willing to share.
"Can I see?" you barely get the question out before she flips the sketchpad at breakneck speed, "Whoa--"
It's like a snapshot frozen in time. The composition is grainy with a dreamlike quality to it, deep and shallow strokes of grayscale forming an ideal photograph. It's the exterior of the couch fort you're sitting inside of, sketched to perfection, with neat cursive script scrawled across the top of the page near the frills.
Perfectly, it reads:
'Home'.
You couldn't agree more, you muse, tackling your dearest treasure into a messy embrace of protruding limbs and rekindled tears.
Until tomorrow, when this moment will become a fond memory of the past.
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🏷️: @akutasoda, @aviiarie, @lowkeyren
a/n: i hope you have a wonderful, absolutely amazing birthday, sam! this request took a lot of my will, but i'm pretty proud of it. modern au, in case it was unclear. i know this won't land with some audiences, but i'm happy nonetheless!
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bitterbutblue · 2 months ago
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firefly <3
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i'll come closer to you slowly, very slowly ☆ firefly x fem!reader
~ WAAA this one was the second most popular one in the votes! unfortunately i have had to make some changes (literally the entire plot and idea) because i have recently began yearning again and its such a crazy feeling im gonna write abt it.. anyways this is a short one but i got a ROBIN FIC COMING.... YAYYY ROBIN ~
song: very, slowly - bibi ~
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────
It's suffocating when she smiles. But it's also soft like a song on the train on your way home. You could only sit next to her as she hums her favourite song by Robin. At this point you could recite every lyric and every note even though you've never actively listened to that song yourself.
"Want one?"
You snap out of your train of thought, looking up at her. You could feel your heart leap when her eyes meet yours because who knew you could fit the entire galaxy, the sun's rise and it's setting in eyes and nothing but eyes. She holds up a small cake, tilting her head to the side like a lost puppy and you want to hold her so close she becomes part of you. She's already a part of you though, you knew that. You know that from now on no matter what happens, some part of you will always end up going back to her. Some part of you will always see the Dream's Edge and think about purple eyes and sunsets. Some part of you will see oak roll cakes and think of Robin's top song on a Monday evening.
"I got one for you."
The cake is by no means your favourite. It's rough, tastes like wood and barely sweet enough to be a cake. It's more like cardboard, but you'd never tell her that. You just take it anyways because, well, who were you to refuse her? Her smile already has you feeling so weak in the knees and you know if she asked you to do anything you'd agree immediately.
"Thanks."
You can't control the small tremble in your voice. You are just hoping the smile you shot her doesn't seem too forced.
"Hey!"
The familiar voice has your heart stuttering in your chest as it falls down the familiar chasm. The golden eyed girl runs up to you two excitedly and you see the way she straightens up, the way her eyes brighten as she shows the smile she only ever shows when she's around.
"Stelle!"
You can only watch as she gets onto her feet, walking over to Stelle to engage in a conversation that she seems to be more interested in than with any conversation she's ever held with you. It sucks. It hurts and you knew you had no chance to begin with from the moment you laid eyes on her but you couldn't fight the urge that is wanting to get closer to her. Wanting to know her and be someone to her.
You knew you'd never be anyone to her.
Who are you without her, though?
She finds herself lost in the golden girl's eyes. The golden girl who you know you could only stare at from afar, wishing you could be maybe just half of who she is so that she could finally look at you.
For once, maybe.
Just once, in the way you want her to look at you.
You hate the smile she smiles at you is nothing like the smile she smiles at Stelle. You hate how she always brightens up in ways she never brightens up around you. You hate, not her, but yourself. You knew you would get hurt getting into it, but like a drug you go back to her because you can't stay away from her warmth.
When Stelle touches her shoulder, you wonder how warmth can somehow feel so cold.
"Firefly?"
"Hm?"
She smiles at you but it's muted. You can tell it's muted because you've memorised all her smiles and movements. You know what each little wrinkle of her nose means and what each little twitch of her lips means. Now you can only watch as she falls in love with someone who you could never be.
"I need to go."
"Oh!"
She smiles.
"I'll see you later?"
Stay away, would you?
For your own good.
"I'll text you."
But you can't.
You could only walk away, fully aware of how you could now disappear and she really wouldn't mind because all she could focus on was the golden girl who you hated but also loved. You hate her because she is everything you want to be. You love her because she is everything you want to be.
She would never focus on you as much.
Fuck.
But you knew you'd always go back.
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jar-of-maise · 1 year ago
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stellaron hunters found family (i)
Blade thinks to himself for a moment, in truth he has an inkling about the so-called “power” and it’s origin, but keeps it to himself for the present. For now, he contents himself with watching Silver Wolf and Kafka argue. It’s a rather one-sided affair but entertaining to watch nonetheless. 
Sam returns from a mission later and Blade gets the honour to witness one of the duo’s legendary video game duels. It’s fun to watch and Kafka joins him on the couch as the Silver Wolf and Sam battle it out. Sometime, when it’s late in the night and Silver Wolf has finally dozed off, Kafka puts on a movie. It’s an action packed one, with horrid flashing lights and cinematics that has Sam worked up to the nines. 
“That’s not how it works in real life.” He grumbles, pointing at a rather risqué interrogation, “movies aren’t made the same anymore,” he adds unhappily when the following escape scene ends with the lead actor bursting out through a window. 
“Oh well, it’s value is in entertainment. Realism is secondary,” Kafka says delicately, she’s examining her nails carefully though Blade isn’t sure how she is given the dim lighting of the room. 
He hasn’t been paying a lot of attention to the movie, more preoccupied with not moving so Silver Wolf doesn’t wake up since Kafka always insists he be a human pillow. 
“You’re just comfortable Bladie, don’t overthink it,” she once said to him after a mission where she had insisted on sleeping on his shoulder. 
Even now, she’s leaning against him on the couch, legs thrown over to the other end of the sofa. Silver Wolf is resting against his other side, snoring lightly, somehow oblivious to the noise and explosions of the movie. It’s not like they try to turn the volume down either. She’s also got his coat draped over her lopsidedly like a blanket. No one had wanted to get a blanket when asked and naturally it just happened to be the day when all their couch covers were in the wash. 
So Blade sacrifices warmth. Not that he runs cold, it’s a strange juxtaposition, because the heart beating in his chest is certainly cold, but his body itself still runs hot. Warmer than the average human for some strange reason. Perhaps he’s simply keeping the furnace fire he can no longer use in his body instead. 
It seems it comes in handy, as Kafka and Silver Wolf always use him as a pillow. Even Elio, for all his prissy, posh cat ways, isn't immune. Maybe Sam is the only one who doesn’t see Blade as a portable heater…then again, Sam is self-sufficient, relying on machinery alone to accomplish tasks. 
Speaking of Sam, he’s sitting on the ottoman. Blade isn’t too sure why, there’s space on the couch – there was a reason they had needed to upgrade it several times in the past, but when he sees Elio stalk into the room from the hallway, he thinks he knows, especially when cat-Elio jumps onto Sam’s lap to get scratches. 
The night wears on and soon, not one but two people are fast asleep on each of Blade’s sides. He’s pretty sure Kafka is faking it, but knows very well that Silver Wolf is dead to the world. Not even a hard shake would make her wake up. The ending credits of the movie are rolling on the screen and still, neither have woken up. 
Blade gestures at Sam, who stands up and takes Silver Wolf back to her room, coat and everything. Elio is perched on his broad shoulders, amber eyes gleaming as they walk away. Thankfully, Silver Wolf sleeps deeply. Blade supposes it’s one of her many strengths, especially since she is still a child. 
Left alone with Kafka, Blade thinks that it really would be rude to leave her on the couch, even with a blanket and pillow. Well he doesn’t have a coat to give her and the one Kafka wears is much too small for the night so he takes her back to her room. He makes sure to remove her sunglasses, pistol(s), jacket and katana. 
The door is carefully shut, done in a way that wouldn’t make a noise and wake Kafka up. They share a trait there, that they are both light sleepers. With Kafka and Silver Wolf secured, Blade begins the trek back to his own room. It’s dark in the hallways, but occasionally, a window opening into the starry seas appears.
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herrsherofsorrow · 1 year ago
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Little Tempest
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Sigh 😩😤, Kafka…Blade… god damn bastards stolen my mind and all I can think about it is those two. Then Kafka’s fucking banger of a trailer comes out and i couldn’t help but have a story idea. All I’ll share is if you have played Punishing Gray Raven and know about Selena, then you can get a grasp on where this could lead to.
My dumbass forgot to switch public post to draft post
Warnings, this will be taking place during and after Jarilo-VI but before Xianzhou Luofu
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For Elio to summon everyone’s presence was rare but to express concerns about the future of the Trailblazer, Caelus, now that was new. Kafka with Blade following behind her enters the meeting where they are greeted by Elio, Silverwolf, and Sam. 
“Sorry for being late everyone.” Kafka spoke unapologetically as she and Blade moved further into the room to join Silverwolf and Sam in front of Elio.
“You two are unbelievable and learn to lock doors, next time you get them Sam.” Sliverwolf complained, gagging remembering moments before when Elio requested their presence she was sent to get Kafka not knowing Blade was there. It led to an unsavory sight for her poor eyes.
“You’ll understand once you have a partner, Silver-“ Kafka teased, her and Blade’s relationship wasn’t much of a secret since they didn’t bother hiding the fact.
“No nope, I don’t want to hear from you.” Sliverwolf interrupted looking away with red cheeks.
“Learn to knock.” Blade added crossing his arms.
“I did-“ Sliverwolf started glaring at him but he simply ignored her.
“Please save this conversation for another time, Elio has something urgent to share.” Sam intruded into the conversation nodding to Elio.
Silverwolf huffs, turning her attention to Elio who begins to speak, “Yes, it would seem the Astral Express will need to head towards Capriccio earlier than expected.”
“Although I don’t mind visiting, both Welt and Himiko personally handled the Stellaron sometime ago and it shouldn’t be active for a while.” Kafka stated.
“That should have been the case but it does confirm a theory that something or someone undetected is trying to change destiny and prevent the Trailblazer from reaching Nanook. Capriccio now contains four different fates and one of those will lead to the Trailblazer death.” Elio wasn’t going to share the other fates due to how unstable each one is nor was he going to warn them about the anomaly(s) possibly still being on Capriccio to ensure the Trailblazer death. 
“And how do we prevent this,” Sam asked.
“The Chairman of Capriccio has the Stellaron within a laboratory, he’ll be the first to come into contact and will be under its influence. All you must do is ensure that the Chairman doesn’t contain the Stelleron in a suitable core.” Elio then looked to Blade, “Worry not Blade we will reach the Xianzhou Luofu in a timely manner, the Astral Express are less than halfway through their first journey on Jarilo-VI. It will be enough time for all of you.” Elio finished before dismissing them all.
“Oh, and Kafka,” Elio called out, causing Kafka to stop in her tracks and look at him as the others continued out the door although Blade lingered. “I trust your judgment on the fate of the core.” 
“What are you hiding this time Elio?” Kafka muttered to herself walking out the door.
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arxxq · 7 months ago
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• 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘...🌷•
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୨⎯ "eyes don't lie, say you're mine?"⎯୧
My first Aventurine x reader post. (also my first hsr imagine post)
Mentions and implied afab/female reader so I apologize for that I will try to make it up by making a gender neutral imagine soon. stellaron hunter reader!! Pure sfw? Fluffy + angst? Mistakes will be corrected once I find the time and energy to reread it. English is not my first language so please keep in mind my usage of words is not advanced and my grammar will have mistakes as well as spelling so bare with me here. Quite long...?
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"I hate you..."
Those were the words she always had said to a certain blonde headed IPC executive. She didn't know why she even crossed paths with him in the first place....but unfortunately it was all written in her script that Elio said so.
Like her coworker Sam, her script was also quite brief. Nothing but a few short sentences and it aggravated her so badly.
But lines in her script said she'll break rules one day for a certain man...she scoffed at that fact. "For a man? Really?" She didn't like the idea of so.
But now realising it...maybe that line in her script was for that certain IPC executive.
She hated it. No matter how much she said "I hate you" to him...she always finds herself meeting him all over again. Was she really head over heels for an IPC executive? It made her stomach sick.
"I know you say that all the time," she snapped out of her thoughts when the certain blonde laughed. God that laugh really knows how to make her stomach twirl. "Penny for your thoughts? Or in this case a chip..." Aventurine asks the woman in front while flipping a chip in the air.
"or we could continue gambling though I'd say I would win either way" he always did after all. His good luck is what makes it so unique. "It's fine.." she gave him a short response. "Now hey what's with the cold shoulder?" Aventurine is clearly confused.
The woman sighed looking at her chips. Her gaze then changed moving it to meet his. Now noticing it she saw the beauty in his multi-colored eyes...even if it has no light it still seemed to shine stars to her. She then let out a hitched breath and without thinking she muttered. "Your eyes are pretty..."
Now realising it she cursed in her head...
"I love him..."
"shit I fucking love him..."
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"Your eyes are pretty.."
Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. Did he hear that right? The woman who constantly reminded him that he hated her was complimenting him?
"Are you alright you're acting weird," he laughs trying to change the mood but she looked so deep in thought.
He will be honest meeting her a year ago was probably one of the things he still remembers till now. He never expected to cross paths with her either.
"Well if it isn't miss stellaron hunter [name], I never expected to see you here~" the woman in front of him looked at him in utter disgust.
"An IPC executive? You must be under the ten stonehearts then?" Her words were harsh but nonetheless Aventurine was too distracted with the softness of her voice. To him her voice could calm the oceans. It was so soft yet her words were hurtful.
"Ouch [name] I'm hurt, my name is Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, senior manager of the strategic investment department in the IPC it's an honour to meet you ma'am,"
That was their first encounter but it seems like he remembers and can recall every single moment they've spent with each other.
Silence engulfed their surroundings, there was no one else there but the two of them. None of them dared to utter a single word. Aventurine gaze lingered on [name] and her words.
"your eyes are pretty..."
Indeed he's gotten compliments that his eyes are pretty, but to him her eyes were much more majestic than his. Sure it never compared to him but he would always get so lost staring at them. As for her beauty that's where he was at first so lost but no he has an answer.
To him she was but a piece of art that can't easily be won through a gamble or any sort of money. She was an artwork that was unfinished yet so astonishingly beautiful that he admired her forever if he wanted to and he would.
He wanted to love her, he did...but he couldn't. It had nothing to do with him being in the IPC but rather his fear of losing her. After all even with his good luck it seems like it has no affect on his loved ones as he lost them once and twice and thrice and he was not willing to lose another one.
It was a gamble indeed and for once he didn't want to take this one...but it was so tempting.
But he couldn't...after all he can't possibly try to love someone else without learning to love himself more.
It was devastating indeed.
"life sent me you, but I can't have you in order to not lose you so soon...."
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[name] didn't know what to do...she could tell from afar that the said man never really loved himself...not finding any enjoyment in the things he's doing. He was afraid but he hid under a confident facade.
To her Aventurine was Fragile as a dandelion but yet he was as brave as a wildflower. To her he was just a beautiful boy with such a broken soul yet she loved him. In the start she was in denial but in her script she remembered a line that was long which never was usual...
"Your heart will fall for another, a confident soul yet so broken in denial you will be, you will soon learn to seek for his love. Your heart knows the way so run in that direction no matter the risk and the consequences that will come..."
She now knows what it meant. She loved him and she wished that she could possibly lend her eyes to him so he could see just how spectacular he was in the eyes of someone who was supposedly born with hatred and see the newfangled that dance within her vision when he sees him.
The girl smiled without knowing because in her head she realised that meeting him was destiny's will.
"what chance did I stand against kismet (fate)? Even if I did hate it I don't regret it now...at some point some rules in life really were meant to be broken..."
As for Aventurine the moment he saw her smile...even if it was so small to him it was like a gift from the gods and above. To him she looked like an ethereal yet ghostly angel with a divine smile on her archangel face.
She was like the moon or perhaps the sun? It didn't matter anyways as her beauty was intimidating yet that was the reason she admired her so much. Seeing her smile was the last straw to him. He knew that she lived her life hating on others due to the hate that was given to her...so he wanted to give her a different perspective hoping that it could make her learn that there are some things worth to love
In each of their minds they made a choice...
"maybe just this once..."
"I wouldn't mind gambling my life just so I can love her and this time I'll be sure I won't lose her...so she can learn that there are things in life worth loving..."
"Just this once..."
"I'll adjust the rules and listen to my heart just so I can love him hoping he'll know how amazing he really is..."
There were just two human beings...and sometimes it's never really wrong to listen to your heart and desires no? Because in this life we all live with desires...whether it can be fulfilled or not it was up to destiny to decide.
For these two...I guess you could say that even fate wanted them to love...after all they can't possibly go against that can they?
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(feel free to comment and criticise my work nicely so I can improve!!)
a/n: it's quite long since I written something, so it's quite rusty? But if you've read my works before is there any improvement? This is my first hsr creation and it is about aventurine. Ever since I played the quest I got so attached to his lore and he became my favourite. Hope you enjoyed this. I'm not really proud of this work and I'm not sure if it's ooc but if you manage to read it till the end thank you. Have a great day and I hope that to those pulling for Aventurine..you'll get him since he's out in a few hours.
I have 106 pulls saved up wish me luck !
And all the best from me.
Have a great day or night <3
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tamsyien · 7 months ago
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. . . understand ``☆
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blade x fem!reader `☆`
. . cw: slight mention of blood, descriptions of making out
. . an: first hsr story for my first limited five star ☆☆☆☆☆ couldn't think of a better title smh
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you never understood blade. even when kafka tasked you to take care of him after missions. cleaning him, making sure to treat his wounds, all that stuff.
he was quiet at first. no words exchanged between you two, just comfortable silence whenever you would clean him in the bathtub. a variety of shampoo and conditioners perfectly arranged by the side of the tub.
kafka only trusted you because you were able to relax blade after his most difficult missions. which was weird because according to silverwolf, kafka was always the one taking care of blade after missions. of she were gone, then it'd fall on silverwolf or sam to take care of him.
"i also found it a bit strange when kafka suddenly trusted you to take care of blade." silverwolf said as her fingers rapidly fly across the keyboard. "why?" you ask, watching her in curiosity. "well, kafka was always the one to take care of him. so entrusting someone with that task was surprising." she glances at you for a moment, then returns her attention back to the hologram in front of her.
"but dont overthink it too much. it's probably something to do with Elio's plan." she assures you.
you always think back to that conversation with silverwolf, pondering over the details and the possible reasons for kafka trusting you with blade. even now as you scrub the said swordsman's hair of any remaining blood, you find your mind wandering over to that same conversation.
blade opens his eyes, seeing you zoned out and mindlessly scrubbing his air was amusing at best. although he liked the feeling of your hands in his hair, the water was getting cold, and you hadn't even started to clean his body.
blade lifts a hand up to your face, cradling it softly as he watches you come back to reality, blush creeping up your neck. you pull back, looking away as you try to hide your face.
"the water is getting cold." he says, retracting his hand after a few moments. you only nod, moving to wash his hair. reaching for the bar of soap, you prepare to scrub his body clean of all the dried up blood. but before you could start, a hologram appears in front of you, with silverwolf right in the center.
"kafka's calling you to her office." she says before disappearing as quickly as she appeared. the room was silent for a while as you wonder why kafka needs you at this time - she always knows when you're cleaning blade.
"go. i can clean myself." blade's voice breaks the silence in the room. "uhm... ok." you mutter, standing up and giving blade the soap before exiting the bathroom.
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you walk through the halls of headquarters, the silence almost defeaning. recalling the conversation you had with kafka a week ago, you wonder why she suddenly gave you a 'well deserved vacation'. you sigh, deciding to go to silverwolf for help. even if the girl seemed like she was always on the computer, she always listened to your ramblings. you're thankful for that.
rounding the corner, you remember that blade returns from his most recent mission today. you guess that kafka has already taken care of him...
you curse as you bump into someone. "ah, sorry about that..." lifting your head, you lock eyes with crimson red ones. there was an unreadable expression on his face - one you've seen many times after a particularly rough mission.
he stares at you, gaze burning through your soul. you shuffle awkwardly on your feet, struggling to find the words to break the tension.
suddenly, you're pinned against the wall, blade's arms on either side of you. you cower, lowering your head. a hand gently lifts your head by the chin, crimson eyes meeting yours. your breath hitches, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.
"why weren't you there to greet me?" he asks in a whisper, quiet enough that only the two of you can hear. he narrows his eyes, tightening his arm on your waist. "why was kafka the one to clean me?" he asks in a harsher tone, voice dripping with annoyance.
you avert your gaze, stumbling over your explanation. "kafka told me to take a month off. she said i didn't need to greet you after missions so i didn't." you gently try to get out of his hold. it feels like your heart is about to burst, and you were sure you looked redded than a tomato.
blade tuts, tightening his hold. he's silent, which was unnerving. finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lets you go. you step back, trying to calm your heart. he stares at you for a moment before turning around and walking away. you watch him disappear into the next corridor, slumping against the wall, wondering what in the loving name of aeons just happened.
even now, you still dont understand him.
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for the remainder of your 'vacation', you could sense blade following you everywhere you go. you even had to take extreme measures (asking silverwolf for help) just to avoid him.
silverwolf looks up from her computer, bubblegum popping as she takes in your slumped form. "you can't hide in here forever." she says, crossing her arms. hiding in silverwolf's room was the best course of action for you because blade wasn't allowed here.
you groan, dropping your head on her desk. "he's been following me for two weeks! two weeks, silverwolf!" you complain, "i can't even go to my room without him knocking on the door every thirty minutes!" silverwolf only laughs at your predicament. you've been going to her every time you're troubled by something (most of the time, it involved a certain mara-struck swordsman), and she was amused every time.
silverwolf smirks, clearly knowing something you dont. "just talk to him. it'll be resolved in no time." she suggests, going back to whatever she was doing. you stay quiet, pondering over your options before a knock on the door is heard. "speak of the devil." silverwolf stands up, motioning for you to hide, which you immediately do.
"what do you want?" she asks, annoyed. "you already know what i want." blade's voice reaches your ears, making the butterflies in your stomach act up again. "she doesn't want to talk." the silver-haired girl refutes, narrowing her eyes. the room is silent for a moment, before the sound of a sword being unsheathed resonates in the room.
"pull that damn sword out and i will call kafka on you." silverwolf threatens, only to be answered by blade with the same intensity. "bring her out and i wont tell sam you've been stealing his spare parts."
"you wouldn't dare!" she says in an exasperated voice. you already know where this is going. you internally cry, ready to beat up silverwolf. the next thing you know you're being dragged out from your hiding spot and being thrown over blade's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
silverwolf stares at you on the way the way out, her expression reading im not sorry. you give her the finger before the door shuts in your face. the both of you are silent for a while. the only sounds being blade's steps echoing through the empty corridor.
"blade, put me down." you firmly say, squirming in his grasp. he only shakes his head. "put me down!" you say a bit more louder, now actively trying to get out of his hold. blade only tightens his grip on your waist. you sigh, knowing there's no point in fighting him.
"i will never understand you."
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you're proven wrong when one night and a lengthy confession later, you're laying on blade's bed, his arms wrapped around you. the memory of last night is still fresh in your mind.
his lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. his soft hair intertwined with your fingers, his smell intoxicating - you guess all the products you used on him finally paid off. the way his hands settled on your waist, the kiss becoming hotter and deeper by the second. your heart beats faster with all the feelings you've never understood before, choosing to push them to the back of your mind. now they resurface as blade whispers sweet i love you's against your too hot skin. his hands roaming your body as emotions start to unravel from the deepest parts of your heart -
blade's cold skin snaps you back to reality. he nudges your shirt up, settling his hand on your bare waist. his gaze on you never falters - piercing through your soul as if reading your innermost thoughts. he pulls you closer to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling you a bit. you smile, combing through his soft black hair, untangling the knots from it. you let him rest, the tranquility of the room lulling you to sleep.
maybe you did understand blade. just a bit.
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an: this is so messy jsjsjsjsjsjjj i cant think of a proper name for this so yall have to put up with the current one :p
there's so many plot holes in this istg. maybe i'll make a part 2 who knows 🤷‍♀️
this is the start of a 7 day writing challenge which i will hopefully finish (please i just want my motivation to write back)
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