#it's not a genshin impact fic sorry guys

[coffeeaddictandinsomniac]

can someone please tell me why i have taken on such a huge task for this fan fiction that i am writing? i plot by chapter and i'm on chapter 22 with 6k words and it's only 5%???????????????

[knavesflames]

Jealous reader x sub!arlecchino

(Poll result)

Hello I am so back.. again.

Guys genuinely I am SO sick it’s insane. I won’t go into details on this post because it’s a lot and it’s scary but I’ve never been this ill. It’s the fanfic writer curse, I say. To make up for the lack of writing, this one is LONG. Anyway, I truly hope you all enjoy Arlecchino being a sub because I giggled the entire time I wrote it. I wrote about half of it before I got sick again in December, and half of it.. today. Thank you for your service and patience, my dear readers

Word count: 2.9k

Contents: jealous reader, sub arlecchino, strap sucking, strap riding, you know what hell yeah

(I listened to blind eyes red by Minnie, touchin’ me by chandler leighton, pornstar by nessa barrett.. you’re getting where I’m going, yeah?)

Nsft utc!

“I don’t think you quite understand. I don’t like when you talk to other women that way.”

Your voice rings out in the bedroom you and Arlecchino share. Watching as she sheds the blazer of her suit, your jaw feathers at the little smudge of red on her white collar. The faint smell of alcohol wafts into your nostrils and you’re not entirely sure if the smell is coming from you or her, and you don’t think you really care.

“It isn’t like that,” Arlecchino murmurs, a slight hint of irritation breaking through her usual tone. “She was drunk, I was entertaining her. She talked, I listened.”

“You listened? I suppose you were ‘just listening’ when her hands were all over you, then?”

“She touched me, I did not touch her.”

“That makes it fine, then. You didn’t touch her, so it’s fine that she’s marked you with her fucking lipstick!” Arlecchino pauses, one hand on her tie. She isn’t sure if she’s ever seen you this angry before, it causes her eyebrows to furrow, a small frown forming on her face.

“My dearest, please, you must calm down. I am wearing a ring, the ring that shows I am devoted to you and only you—“

“Yet, I watched you entertain that woman the entire evening. Maybe that dessert had an aphrodisiac in, because you were all over her like you hadn’t had sex in months.”

“You and I both know that statement is false.”

“Then stop acting like it is. Do I not fuck you well enough? Do you not fuck me well enough? Is that why you let her put her hands on you?”

Arlecchino almost recoils at the vehement words that spill from your mouth. You have never acted this way, not ever. Of course, she’s used to women fawning over her and trying to get her attention, and you’ve never reacted this way before. With a barely noticeable tilt of her head, she responds, her usually commanding voice slightly softer than usual, filled with thinly veiled annoyance.

“You are very good at what you do, if that’s what you’re wondering. If we’re talking about who does what to who, however, I must make it clear to you that you do not fuck me.”

“I could.” Arlecchino isn’t entirely sure whether that was a challenge or something you were just saying. She stares at you for a second, eyes fixed on the way your eyebrows knit together and the way your lips downturn into an irritated frown. She scoffs bitterly, but she can’t help the slight amusement she feels at the thought of you trying to take control of her the way she so easily controls you. Her hands continue the act of undressing herself, letting herself slip out of the black blazer she saves for events like these.

“Ha. Unfortunately for you, my dear, you aren’t very good at taking control, let alone keep it. I can melt you into nothing but putty with a few words.” For Arlecchino, she knows she’s upset you, and she does feel guilty, but she can’t help the way she feels a small burning in the pit of her stomach at the way you’re so.. demanding. She wonders if you’d actually do it, she decides that you wouldn’t. She decides that part of you just isn’t in you, that you couldn’t, until she hears your voice, irritated, hard, and with absolutely no option to argue against it.

“Take off your belt, Arlecchino,” She freezes, eyes moving towards you once again. You cannot be serious, she thinks, except you are, and she can tell by the way you tap your finger impatiently against your thigh. “Now.”

“What on Teyvat is this?” She murmurs, one hand moving towards the buckle, expertly weaving the leather out of the buckle before pulling on it, letting it fall loose. Looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, she pulls the belt off, the sound of the leather moving through the belt loops. As soon as it rests in her hands, you move, snatching it with a speed she couldn’t have expected. You inspect it for a few seconds, turning it over to feel the material in your hands. You look up at her, jaw clenched before you, with mirrored motions, things you’ve watched her do so many times, create restraints with her belt, tying them firmly around her wrists. You don’t let her speak, your hands move quickly to remove her trousers and whatever else she has on under her waist. She tries to act like the sudden change isn’t affecting her, because it isn’t. Not really. Maybe a little bit. Arlecchino finds herself eagerly stepping out of her clothing, and you don’t miss the way the tall woman almost stumbles.

“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now,” you breathe quietly, stepping back to look at her. Her hands are retrained in front of her, and she’s bare, save for the loose dress shirt hanging on her body. “I am going to sit on this bed, and wear the strap you so love to use on me, and you, my dear, are going to get fucked. You tell me I cannot do what you do to me, but I think I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

“You’re going to— what? You can’t. You never have before. Do you even know how to use it?” Arlecchino seems to be biting back a chuckle, the look in her eyes tells you that she truly doesn’t believe you’re capable of it. But you’re angry enough, she knows that much. “This is ridiculous.”

“Sit.” You demand softly, and like clockwork, she steps back until she finds herself perched on the bed. No biting remark this time, not when she sees the look on your face. Her dark eyes track your movements as you move to That Drawer, hands moving over the harness. Your head turns and you glance at her from over your shoulder. Despite the many masks she wears, you can see the hard determination in her eyes— she doesn’t plan to fold for you. She has no idea that she will anyway.

Your hands fumble slightly as you remove whatever items of clothing you still have on before you start buckling the harness. She chuckles dryly, almost mockingly, as the harness nearly slips from your grip. You meet her with a look so dangerous her chuckle fades out into a sigh, her eyes drifting down to the belt tied around her wrists. She gives an experimental tug, but you’ve tightened it to the point she can’t seem to break free. She wonders if she even wants to, but then remembers that she’s not supposed to enjoy the lack of control. She doesn’t. She likes control, she needs control, and yet..

Her thoughts are interrupted by the feel of weight on the bed, the mattress denting slightly as you sit. Red crosses gazing over you, you watch as they land on the way your hand moves along the length of her strap. It’s an unfamiliar sight, usually she is the one watching the way your eyes widen slightly and the way your chest rises and falls slightly quicker in anticipation. Even with the unfamiliarity, you’ve touched the silicone enough to know your way around it, and just to annoy her, you let out a quiet airy moan when your fingers swipe over the top of it. She scowls, jaw tensing.

“Stop.” Arlecchino mutters, casting an irritated look in your direction as she shifts slightly, adjusting her position on the bed. She swallows, but doesn’t take her eyes off of you or the way your hand moves.

“Why? Are you finally feeling something?”

“Not in the slightest, dear.” The pet name is said with almost a growl, and the edges of your mouth quirk up in a smirk.

“Liar.” You return with equal vigor, standing up once again to stand in front of her. The smirk fades, and what returns is the angry look from earlier. Your voice, once soft, comes out sharp and commanding. “Get on your knees.”

“I will not.”

“Peruere.” Ah. Her eyes flutter at the way you say her name, and her fists clench in the restraints. After a few seconds of debating, her height slowly reduces as she moves from the bed to sink to her knees in front of you. Arlecchino looks up at you, and you swear for a second you see a look of need there before it disappears. A gentle hand of yours brushes her hair from her eyes before cupping her cheek, and on instinct, subconsciously, she leans into it, eyes closing for a second.

“You know what to do, don’t you, baby?” You murmur in a voice that’s suddenly so soft and sweet it makes her double take. She can’t figure you out, she knows you’re purposely switching tones the way she always does with you. She knows you’re aware of the small fire growing in her stomach even though she denies it vehemently. You hold the silicone in your fist, giving it a few experimental pumps (you swear you can feel it) before you tap the tip against her lips, her lipstick almost matching the colour of the material. “Come on, pretty girl.”

Her lips part as her eyes close, and she feels it against her tongue as her mouth closes around it. One hand stays cupping her face, the other moves to grip her hair, caressing her scalp before tugging.

“No, look at me,” you chide gently, your own head threatening to tilt back at the sight of her like this. You wonder if you’re punishing her for her actions still or just enjoying the fact you get to boss her around for once. Probably both. When she doesn’t open her eyes, and instead goes to squeeze them shut even more, your voice comes out slightly colder. “Now, Peruere.”

Reluctantly, they open, just as the strap slides and hits the back of her throat. You gasp quietly at the sight of it disappearing and the way her eyes are threatening to tear up with every movement, words coming out shakily. “Oh, there you go, I told you you could do it, didn’t I? Good girl, Peruere.” You think you hear her moan as her chin begins getting wet, and you wish you weren’t breathing so loud so you were able to hear every little noise that came out of her. You can count on your fingers the amount of times she’s made noise during acts like these, and now she’s on her knees in front of you, looking up at you with glassy eyes and spit covering her chin, moaning at the feel of you thrusting the silicone into her mouth. Your hand leaves her hair and covers your face, feeling the way your cheeks have heated up before you pull away from her, leaving her with an obscene noise that causes her to gasp for breath.

You move back to the bed with trembling legs, sitting so your back is pressed against the headboard. You gesture with a finger for her to come to you and she does without hesitation. Once next to you, she looks at you, both hands coming up to wipe the spit on her chin with whatever she can wipe it with— the skin of her hands or the belt, she doesn’t care, but she decides she won’t be seen as a fucked out mess before she’s even been fucked.

“Go on. If you plan on being a whore at the party, you can be a whore for me at home, yeah?”

“That isn’t—“

“I didn’t tell you to speak. You know what to do, don’t make me say it, it is not in your best interest.”

“Oh.” She hums, trying to act nonchalant like her heart isn’t threatening to beat out of her chest. Either way, she moves, positioning the strap in the right place before taking a soft breath, her arms moving over your head until her bound hands are resting by the back of your neck. You glance down and scoff quietly, your voice nothing but a whisper of condescension and awe.

“You’re dripping, Peruere. I haven’t even done anything, you really ARE a whore, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Answer me. Now.”

“..yes.”

“Good. Continue.” A command, really, not a request. She stares at you, and you stare at her, an unforgiving, unrelenting look in your eyes. Arlecchino’s jaw tenses and feathers before she sinks down, immediately gasping at the stretch she’s not really used to feeling. It takes a while for her to sink down fully, and you say nothing, but the hand that moves to her waist to stroke your thumb gently across the hot, marred skin is reassuring enough, even though you’re angry at her. Once she does bottom out, however, the noise you hear from her is something you didn’t think she was even capable of making. She whined. You blink twice almost in shock before she looks at you, face red as her head shakes gently.

“Don’t.” She mumbles, teeth grazing her lip. She doesn’t move, she knows exactly how she’ll react if she does, and quite frankly, it’s humiliating for her to have been so confident just a little while earlier.

“Move, Peruere, or I’ll move you. I can see that you want to. I can HEAR that you liked it, hm?”

Her jaw drops slightly as your other hand comes to her waist, and she knows the threat of you moving her is real (even if she almost wants it), so she takes it upon herself to control her movements. But she whines again, and can’t help but bury her face into your neck. You let her, for it’s only the first time she’s been like this with you, if at all, and you’ve embarrassed her enough, you think. She’s tentative with her movements at first, almost testing what she can take and what feels like too much. You place kisses on her shoulder, whispering things that turn her even more into a pathetic mess.

“I wonder what the rest of the fatui would say if they knew you were riding me like a pathetic little slut, Peruere,” You whisper, hardly containing the breathless grin you have on your face as she moves, your hands guiding her whenever she loses rhythm. Your words register, and she slows, only to have whatever self control she had snap, and she speeds up, nails digging into your back. You hiss at the pain, but moan when it fades into a dull ache and you hear her whimper into your ear. “If only your god could hear you like this, all fucked and desperate to cum for me.”

“Don’t—“

“You don’t get to tell me what to do when I have the ability to take away the pleasure. Isn’t that what you always say to me?”

“You’re evil.” She gasps out, stifling yet another humiliating whine by biting into your shoulder. You groan, but let her continue when you feel her eyelashes getting wet once more.

“And you’re about to cum while you cry because of me.” You respond with such cockiness she’d snap at you in any other situation, but you’re right, and she knows it. “It really feels that good, huh?”

“Yes.”

It’s all Arlecchino says. She doesn’t think she can say anything else, she’s not even sure if she’s thinking anymore. She’s clenching around the strap and letting out strained noises every time the tip of it nestles itself into the spot that always makes her see stars. You’re making noise too, just the sight of her so undone like this, her dress shirt barely on her body now, only there because you like the way it looks.

“Please, I’m.. please.” She mewls, legs beginning to tremble.

“Words. Use them.”

“Let me cum. Please.”

“Do you think you deserve to after what you did tonight?” You ask, voice piercing through her. She knows the implications and she lets out a soft cry/moan, shaking her head, her hair tickling your shoulder, her forehead pressed onto your collarbone.

“No. I’m sorry, please. I won’t—“ she stops, gasping for breath again. She can feel it, a few more movements, but she knows she needs, or rather, wants, your permission.

“Won’t what?”

“I won’t do it again. I’m yours, always.”

“Good. Then cum, pretty girl.”

Mumbling a string of ‘thank you’s and ‘oh, archons’, she comes undone, her movements frantic before eventually stopping to a halt. She pants into your shoulder before raising her head half a minute later. Both of you are breathless, but her mascara has run, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen. At the sight of you, Arlecchino lets out a shaking breath before hiding her face again.

You urge her to put her hands in front of you again, and she does, lifting them off of your neck.

“You did so well.” You untie the belt, letting it fall on the bed beside you both with a small clink. You find the edge of the bedsheet and move it so it covers at least some of her. For someone so ‘ruthless and violent’, she’ll need a lot of love and care after this, you think, even if she’ll grumble while accepting it. The poor woman is exhausted.

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

Sorry excuse me mr. Arlecchino u did what??

Somewhere in Hoyo HQ there is a secret 23 minute long cutscene they made of Arlecchino and Furina making out and then Arlecchino gets down on one knee and proposes I am 100% convinced of this

The developers know, they ship it and they have beeN READING THE FUCKIN FANFICTIONS

[lovesickeros]

☆ i dream of embers

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes no au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.1k

The House of the Hearth is quiet — or, if you really wanted to be precise, the rats scuttling through the walls are working around the bubble you exist in. The children dare not tempt fates hand unless you asked for them by name, a contradiction. An order to the rules — they mustn't approach you with trivialities, but they must listen if you speak. Your words carry more weight than gold in this house, whether you know it or not.

A tenuous position.

You haven't done anything to earn their reverence, their almost acrid fear — but Arlecchino has. She wields her silver tongue with as much ease as her polearm, ensuring your care in her absence. Her devotion, her service, is felt in the warmth of her chambers, the silks she adorns you with, the bed so soft you feel as though you melt into it. A gift, a promise — a gilded cage need not be something undesirable.

You've grown used to the encumbrance of her presence, these days. The deep timbre of her voice, honeyed yet melting into something rougher, quieting into haunting silence as if she seeks not to disturb you. Dim candlelight is all that illuminates her broad frame as she slowly presses the door open and closed behind her, pallid skin streaked with darkening red, her bottom lip smeared with it like lipstick. There is a tension to her shoulders even when she sets aside her polearm, out of sight and out of mind, harsh lines on her face visible in the deep furrow of her thin brows.

Here, she let's the weariness settle deep into her bones — it's just the two of you, even if she hasn't acknowledged you at all. Still, it's a vulnerability she shows no other, even if that vulnerability is hidden behind layers of barbed wire and teeth.

You watch rather idly from the bed as she wets a cloth in a basin of water, the bed creaking beneath you as your feet sink into the plush rug beneath. You know from experience that trying to help her is like trying to soothe a wild dog, but your knuckles brush over the sharp line of her cheek anyway, free hand stealing the soaking cloth from her hands when her jaw flexes and tenses beneath the pads of your fingers.

It is only then that she looks down at you, eyes as sharp as blades yet so indescribably warm — like a flame licking at your skin, burning so deep you feel it linger for weeks after. Arlecchino is not soft, far from it — but she blunts her jagged edges for you anyway, brushes her lips against your knuckles and allows you a moment of adoration. Carves her worship bone deep in the ghost of her touch against your lower back as she leans down, let's you wash away the blood certainly not her own, never blinking as if you'd simply up and leave if she stopped looking at you for even the smallest moment.

You are well aware she is caging you in. You let her.

Though she is still stiff as a board up to the moment you set the washcloth over the side of the basin, her jaw flexing again, a moment of consideration given. She is not used to soft and brittle things, though — not used to touch that does not lead to steel at her throat, in her gut, carving out softness like a butcher carves up meat, section by section.

But this affliction of affection is stronger than the discomfort, at times.

You almost half consider letting her take the room and have a night of proper rest, but she is faster than you — a calloused hand tilts your head back, half lidded eyes glinting beneath the weight of exhaustion, her thumb firm against your bottom lip. She could kill you without even blinking, you are aware, but she is nothing but careful with her touch — not soft, not Arlecchino, but there is adoration in her touch. Like thumbing a locket portrait, trying to imprint their features into memory by touch alone.

Her touch is fleeting, but the warmth lingers long after — you don't need to be touching to feel the weight of her attention. She stokes the flames of the dying fire, has one of the children bring a fresh pot of tea, lingers even when she doesn't have to. You're sure her desk in her office is far more comfortable to work at, but she'd crammed a small desk into the room anyway, stayed even long after you fell asleep most nights. You never did get to stay up long enough to notice her slip in beside you, nor wake up early enough to find her there with you, but the heat lingers — she leaves breakfast at your bedside table, a small note of affection if she's feeling particularly sappy. Even when you don't see her, she makes sure you feel her presence however she can.

Neither of you need to speak to express it. The silence is..oddly comfortable, filled by the shift of paper or scratch of a pen, the clink of a cup or crackle of fire. It's a little too easy to get lost in watching her work, masking a smile whenever she glanced back at you with a question on the tip of her tongue that goes unsaid.

It's better that way, you both think. The silence was best left undisturbed — as if trying to break it would be like breaking the mirror to each others lives. You don't busy yourself in the affairs of the House of the Hearth, and she doesn't make you. It's better that way, too. Maybe that makes you naive, blind even, to the bodies at her feet piled so high she could drown, but you don't want to give up this fragile tranquility.

So you let the dull scratch of a pen lull you to sleep, try not to smile too much when a hand reaches out in uncertainty to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheek with so much affection it makes it hard to breathe.

It's a tenuous balance, but come the next night you will wipe the blood from her cheek again and she will care for you the only way she knows how — distant service.

And when you wake up to an empty bed, warm despite the fires long burned out, you'll still feel her presence in the allure of a warm drink and pastries at your bedside, a note tucked beneath the plate.

Just like the day before, and just as you expect tomorrow to be. But one day you'll gently pull apart the barbed wire and be let in — not today, no, but someday. It's a slow process, but you're patient enough to wait — and when she let's you in, you'll tend to the scars that it left like you've always done.

One step at a time, one day.

[zestys-world]

Wriolette shippers, this one's for you.

There's a spot in the Fortress of Meropide where you can see the Leisurely (Neuvillette) Otter.

[cerucerus]

The gleaming shape of a six thousand year old god and his skateboard twisting with some difficultly around the piled rock formations stabbing through the sky, vanishing into shocks of long, pale shrubs at the edges of his eyeline.

Based on the probability of skateboards by mousiekosmos

[kazucee]

★CANT BE MORE DOWN BAD THAN I AM ! It's the way a smile could easily coax a heartbeat to race. It's the way that lingering unintentional stares manage to leave one on just teetering the edge of insanity. It's the way that despite everything, at the end of the day you'll both still remain roommates, but then the start of a new day begins and suddenly you're questioning everything all over again.

In which our favourite scribe and architect struggle with feelings and their painfully obvious pining, for the lovers who up till now don't know where they stand in the positive negative line of relationships. Pairings: Alhaitham x Kaveh ! [Wk: 897]

Tall, blonde and gorgeous. Like that stupid french fry meme that has done its fair share of circulation throughout sumeru. It was stupid really that Kaveh had been the first to come to the scribe's mind when Cyno had mentioned it a few days ago during their annual TCG card gathering, it was stupid how Alhaitham can't seem to keep his mind off the architect after that event. It was fresh in his mind, burrowing and making a home in the alcoves of his brain cavity, making its unwanted and pestering presence known throughout the entire day. His entire day. Kaveh. Kaveh. Kaveh. With blonde hair that reminds him of a sunflower. The brunette ends contrasting to his golden honey spun hair making themselves known everyday, every minute, every second of his damn life.

It was an imperfection, unsymmetrical, a product of Kaveh’s laziness—since the architect had stopped bothering to hide his natural hair color with that hideous brunette hair dye that always smelled a little too pungent for Alhaitham’s liking—he couldn't tolerate but found himself staring at for a moment too long. It was bothering him. Kaveh and his stupid blonde hair and the stupid brunette tips at the end. It was a painfully ethereal reminder that the blonde was in fact the object of his desires, the recipient of his pathetic pining and silent adoration.

Even at this moment, with Kaveh sitting innocently enough on that green couch that he claimed was hideous, the scribe thinks—no feels that he must be at the tipping edge of his sanity, grasping at the strings desperately. It's just Kaveh. His roommate. With the stupid blonde hair, the brunette tips and the red clips stuck in different directions driving him to the point of madness as he casually sits there and sketches his latest commision and blabbering about nonsensical things.

Despite showing his complete disinterest towards Kaveh’s complaints about his latest client, the blonde still yammered on. Alhaitham tries, desperately, to find it in himself to switch on that damned noise canceling button and be done with his roommates voice. But he found himself listening, though with disinterest, book in hand, headphones on and hearing every single word, it's like an old record that one resonated with by chance and it won't stop playing it's hypnotizing tune. He needs fresh air. And he'll keep needing fresh air, he thinks that it's the fact that they've been living together and he had gotten a little too used to the others' constant presence.

If Kaveh noticed Alhaithams change in the way he regarded him, more softer, like how your lover would whisper sweet nothings to you at the dead of night, under the lavender scented sheets and away from the world's view. Kaveh had truly mastered the art of ‘if you convince yourself enough, then there's nothing wrong with your roommates sudden change in behavioral patterns.’ The blonde will pretend that waking up to a warm blanket that definitely wasn't there the night before was normal and Alhaitham was probably just making sure he's still alive to pay rent by the end of the month. He'll pretend that he definitely didn't suddenly start picking up on ancient runes just so that he'd have a ground for conversation with that nuisance of a roommate of his. His. Roomate. His nuisance of a roommate that he'd catch looking at him with a pinch of sweetness and warmth, with that smile that he pretends isn't there when Kaveh tells him cheesy jokes or his usual complaints.

It didn't matter that Kaveh wanted all those secret looks and smiles to mean something, at this point he'd take anything from that dense scribe's mind. He didn't know exactly where Alhaitham fit in his scale of friends, he had Tighnari for whenever he has some gossip to spill, Cyno for when he needs someone to carry him home should he ever end up drunk to the point where he can't stand straight, Nilou for when a casual day comes by so they can sit down and have tea together and chat about all the lovely things. But Alhaitham—there is no set definition of where their relationship (no friendship) stands. There's too many variables that come into play whenever he's involved, he's his roomate, his best friend, the person he could see himself spending the rest of his life with—but the latter thought is saved for those nights where he'd indulge in all those variables, where there's no need for a set relationship, where Alhaitham would stop sending him all these signals and still not act upon them.

Denial is not only a river or the act of deluding oneself. Denial is two roommates, polar opposites, with an ever changing and confusing relationship, with mixed signals, imperfections that seem to still appear perfect to the other, thoughts about the future. Their future. When those multiple variables finally reach a derived conclusion. A conclusion that they both wished would desperately happen, but until then they'll keep dancing on that fragile line of best friends, roommates, and maybe in those quiet slow days, lovers.

Small a/n: this drabble was so impulsive and so not proofread haha. See I'm supposed to be asleep right now but my body clock won't allow it for some reason so I thought 'oh I should write about Haikaveh'. College is sucking the life out of me but hey there are times where I get random bursts of 'oh go write this it'll be fun' moments. Anyways for the Haikaveh' enjoyers, it's so hard to come by Haikaveh fics here on Tumblr- or I'm just looking at the wrong places?

The characters are from genshin impact ! Fic by me © All rights reserved.

𐙚 Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated !

[dragonfire546]

the homoeroticism and violence of chiluc is great and all but what about the tragedy and melancholy of it. what about the endless sacrifices to make the relationship work. what about asking the question of “is this person someone worth giving up my life for.” what about the inevitability of a failed connection, a love that never was

[basicallyjeankirschtein]

Left On Read

hai i was reminded of my 2022 genshin impact text fic of a character getting abandoned by his friends so i decided to make a jjk x reader smau of that 😁😁 sorry im lowkey a masochist i love those hurt/no comfort fics.. ill put notes at the end if anybody is interested in reading them!

chap 1: wasn’t invited

- this is my first tumblr textfic, so sorry if it’s cheesy or bad!

- basically the summary of this textfic is that u are were best friends with yuji, nobara, and megumi but recently they’ve been ditching u a lot, first chapter explains it but they’ve created a whole gc without u! yuta is the only nice one, as he knows what it’s like to feel left out

- this is set in a college setting, however i will not write any nsfw regarding the canon underage characters

- this is an x reader. tbh tho, idek who will be the love interest… i was thinking yuta, but i was also thinking toji, like u ditch ur lame ass friends and get with an older guy LMAOO sorry i just really love toji. and with toji i’d be able to write nsfw content for the freaks..

- currently it’s hurt/no comfort, but as chapters continue i plan to have them groveling LOLL, i do plan for some characters to have crushes on you that’s one-sided, unless i make multiple endings im not sure yet.

- thank yew for reading!

[lumine-inkedfanfics]

Spring Heat - Zhongli x Traveller!FemReader

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Credits : @seofim on Twitter

TW: Breeding, creampie, penetration, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship.

A/n: sorry this is short, will try make more quality content.

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All that could be heard is skin slapping against skin, your pretty and pathetic moans and whimpers and his godly groans. Zhongli your husband being part dragon does nothing but bring trouble to you in spring. His relentless thrusts and you gushing around him makes his head go in a frenzy and your scent tickled his nose, he wanted to breed you, wanted to start a family with you.

"Ahhhh- y/n you feel so good, so good. My good girl and pretty and obedient baby, I wanna make you a mommy can I pretty please, I will make sure I be a good husband and a good dad, can I? Can I please...." whatever Zhongli was telling nothing went into your small head, too fucked out on cock and all you heard was breed. Zhongli suddenly halted his moments, "baby look at me, I SAID LOOK AT ME! If I am going to breed you, I need your consent baby, think and tell otherwise I am ready to wait for you." Your fogged up mind slowly clearing. "Is it fine, with you?" You asked in a quiet voice. "Yes darling, whatever you want is what I want"," Then can I have your babies?" You could feel his cock throb inside of you. "Of course my love, I will make sure that when you leave this bed there will be a child in you." He said while suddenly thrusting into you.

You guys had been going at it for 6 hours, archons only knew how many times you came. He came inside you again and again, the sheets were a mess. Almost all fluids were gone from your body, tears, your cum and his cum, drool.... Zhongli loved the look on your face, he has always wanted to start a family with and seeing families together when coming back from work did not help this thoughts in the slightest, it was spring festival, you and Zhongli had decided to go there, when he came home the sight of you made him go into heat. Wearing a simple turquoise and baby blue hanfu, watering the herbs on the kitchen window sill, the evening light falling on your face, and then you turned and saw him, a small smile unintentionally formed on your face upon seeing his arrival.

He sweared to himself and kissed your lips until they were swollen. "Zhongli- ahh tooo much can't anymore please I- you, ca-can't anymore..." "It's okay, darling, one more round just- fuck one last time, baby one last fat load and then we are done I beg you, fuck--" He released inside you once again unintentionally making you cum again, scratches littered his back and his baby hair stuck to his forehead.

He saw the bulge of your stomach, and rubbed it thinking just how swollen you will be once your and his child starts developing in there, he slowly and gently kissed your tummy then your eyes and then your lips, "darling sorry if I went a little hard on you, I am sure to take care of you and our child, don't worry for now rest peacefully I will clean you up." He carried you, with that you started drifting of to sleep but before you did you whispered with whatever strength was left, "I love Zhongli." He smiled and nuzzled in the crook of your neck, "I love you too, the both of you." That night Zhongli for sure knew a life was being created in you and he promised himself to protect the both you from any danger.

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Hello all, this is my first ever post on tumblr! This is a fic from my Wattpad story.....you guys can follow me there also for more genshin impact stories!!!

Love you all!

[lostiolite]

Two request ideas (sorry if that’s too much)! One for my boy Hyuk (I’m down bad ofc I’m gonna ask for him) and one for Hyun because I have a cute angst/comfort idea.

One - Some basic Hyuk romance headcanons. How does he deal with and express his feelings, how does he confess, what is he like in the relationship, etc.

Two - Can be a fic or headcanon. Hyun obviously has gone through a lot, so how would he open up to his S/O about everything? What topic does he lean towards first and how does it come up? Can work both in universe or even no-apocalypse AU.

LEE EUN HYUK romantic headcannons

(dw ill do the hyun one, just in a separate post :P)

when it comes to most things, Hyuk best shows his affection through silly actions and jokes. “If you really loved me, you’d binge watch the entirety of maria with me ^_^". In return he'd probably play/watch/read that one piece of media you’re obsessed with.

If he goes out and sees anything related to the media you really like, he'd buy it and say something like "i thought of you". It would be an unconscious thing, before he'd realize he likes you. Obviously the buying of little trinkets catches the attention of his little sister. They aren't too well off & buying treats is usually reserved for special occasions.

I feel like when he realizes his feelings he'd be conflicted on wether to go for it or not. Esp eun, she really likes you and really wants hyuk to pull bitches. 💯💯💯

She'd probably not-so subtly try and interogate your opinion on him. To which he lowkey panics because he doesn't want things to get awkward.

He would make flirty jokes then immediately retract them because he feels like its out of place.

He can be serious, just he perfers not to.

But he has to.

He'd probably ask you out outside so if things go south he could just leave and lock himself in his room.

Hes very thoughtful, he already knows who you are, what you are and the type of things you like / dislike.

Generally hes very protective, i dont feel like he'd be jealous all that often. Theres definitely anxiety in him that makes him think that you would leave him for somone "better" but hes also very rational and will ignore it because he knows its not true.

I feel like in the very rare occasions where those thoughts do get to him, he'd become a bit more attention seeking. "Would you love me if i became a worm? :P" he'd ask you stupid silly questions because he doesn't wanna go "do you love me???" .

Arcade dates. Gaming dates. Plays sims with you and your sims are married btw, Your bed's are together in Minecraft, he visits your island all the time in animal crossing, he does your commissions in genshin / Honkai impact/star rail.

Love's doing the stupid crane games with you.

You've memorized the maria lore, because hyuk always plays it as background noise. You somtimes just lay down in each others presence not doing anything, its nice, its calm.

HALLOWEEN!!!! You cosplayed as maria in the sky characters btw!!!!

Matching pfp's on your socials, he doesn't really post

If you post alot, your friends are so confused cus whos the guy that you tag in your photos with a matching pfp.

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Lowkey wanna do a smau (social media au) with hyuk but i fear id mischaracterize him💔

[otomiyaa]

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(literally how I named the image, couldn't think of something else)

Hi guys :') To my followers and tumblr friends, I'm really sorry if my sudden disappearance scared or upset you. It wasn't quite... planned. And today was a busy day and I needed some time to consider what I wanted to do.

Short version of the story:

My tumblr account got terminated for copyright infringement. A certain Mr. Green got me in unlucky trouble (ref 1, 2).

I won't get it back, or try to get it back. It's gone.

Needed a moment to consider 2 options: ask Mia to extend my dramatic farewell letter and stay gone, or make a new blog.

Not planning to post new writing here. I won't be using words like 'never' or 'forever' because I'm a known clown with things like this, but the intention is to no longer post fics. I will finish Tickletober on AO3 and then take a break from writing. So yes, I cancel the swiftscribbles event too, sorry!

When I opened my laptop, I could see my old blog in its final hour lmao (I found out about the loss on my phone). So that's what the snap is from on a fitting grave. It was fun while it lasted!

Long version of the story:

Losing my blog(s): My Tumblr account with main blog + sideblogs got terminated overnight, it was quite the surprise! I've either been reported or tracked by bots. The posts are a bunch of numbered URLs I can't open, but the message is clear: for including anime content, genshin impact or media from other sources (whether it's videos, screenshots, official art, gifs or even fanwork) you technically can get a strike. Upon googling the claimer I quickly found this first, and knew it was a lost cause. Although it feels shitty and unlucky, I am in no place to appeal. It's like when I used to make AMVs in the past, you never knew whether a song or even anime footage was going to give your YT account a copyright strike or even a ban, it was a gamble. I have lost YT accounts before, and now I lost the Tumblr one. With 7+ years of tickle trash content and a bunch of sideblogs. But oh well, moving on!

Starting a new blog: It was a serious consideration whether this was my ultimate chance to do what I've always said I wanted to do eventually - quit my blog. My first thought was to ask Mia to share my explanation and literal goodbye with you guys, and stick to my chaos of a Twitter account to indulge in fandom stuff. But then I thought of how happy Tumblr made me, even without the fic writing, but just.. reblogging things, getting random asks, shouting about life and of course, about tickles. I decided to make a new blog after all, but also decided the following:

The 7K+ milestone swiftscribbles event is cancelled, for which I apologize! The follower milestone, together with the motivation to write the fics, and even the asks with the requests I got, all died with my former blog.

I will see how long I can survive without posting a new fic or drabble. A loose headcanon or two might fly around sometime. And if necessary, a link to a new fic on AO3.

Tickletober? Hell yes I'll finish it, I would cringe in bed for 49 days at least if I would stop. I just won't post the fics here, but on AO3.

Reposting/reblogging my old works? Undecided at the moment but I'm tired and lazy. I don't feel too upset since most of my fics are still on AO3 at least and not completely gone.

Anyways, I'll see what happens and how long I can enjoy this nerfed version of blogging.

Surprisingly I'm not upset about losing my other blog, there were a lot of memories but it was also very cringe. I'm gonna be just as cringe here, but at least I feel cleansed.

For those who choose to follow me again, thank you, but please know that there won't be much original content coming from me, for now!:)

[thatdeadaquarius]

Aquarius’s Genshin Impact... MASTERLIST?!

☕️ Tip me an iced coffee?! :O

* = IMPOSTER AU = NOT dark/yandere!

* = Art made by me for the post!

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Turn on the background music?

Chronological-ish, so CHECK NEAR THE BOTTOM SECTIONS FOR NEWER POSTS.

(sorry about reformatting again guys...)

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Your Birthday! (ft. cute platonic Bennett)

...Whatcha listenin’ to Player?

You’re a walking speaker (sounds from ur memories)

Latino! Reader, You're feeling a little homesick... (mostly Zhongli scenario!)

You introduce Teyvat to the lovely music of KPOP (check the reblogs!!)

You made your babes gifts! ALL Characters/PART 1 - Travelers/Dainsleif, Pyro, Electro, Anemo

^ PART 2, of the gifts!! ^

Childe reacts to his voice actor's song covers

O Aquarius, dead stars you are, what is my horoscope today?

Razor, best boy.

Bennett, ft. Razor (part 2-ish!)

Qiqi, best girl.

Headcanons of an Avatar AU (the fantasy movies)

TCG Genius Invokation... wait, they're your Favorite Card???

* Imposter! AU while parenting Razor (non-yandere/not-dark version)

* Possession AU! - you can still control your characters, but by possessing them! PART 1

* Possession AU! - PART 2

Neurodivergent!Reader, Ganyu my beloved!

* Strawberry Scarameow.

You're an Army Veteran and you brought the gun

Minecraft AU!! :D ⛏️

Costa Rican Reader spreads their culture <3

* Possession AU Fanfic, only AO3 (Ongoing)

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Language Shenanigans!

OG Blunt Language in Teyvat AU! Post :) (check the reblogs for that post for awesome add-ons from followers!)

Blunt Lang. AU! Colorful Cussing

Blunt Lang. AU! Vine Boom every time you speak (+sprinkle of bilingual)

Blunt Lang. AU! Actually you’re just having to learn Teyvatian lang. that’s why ur blunt

Blunt Lang. AU! with a dash of Neurodivergent! Reader, your trying to be flowery... it’s not working...

Blunt Lang. AU! You're a writer! ...well now it's an ancient artifact and a bestseller.

Some more Blunt Lang. AU! fun AND more blunt lang. AU! fun :0

Paimon being rude in Sumeru

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Audio Processing Disorder (Reader with APD) Shenanigans, (mostly Diluc scenario!)

Neurodivergent! Reader stims! ...and Teyvatians thought that was your language...

Neurodivergent! Reader is a child/different ages randomly ft. Non-native English speaker

Teyvat’s countries have the Simlish versions of Japanese, German, etc.

Your Native Language is holy... except you mostly cuss with it

Slang words don’t translate well... or texting lingo

Tumblr / 2023 Slang doesn’t translate well...

...Teyvat is trying to make your slang words translate...

You’ve yet to realize that Teyvat has multiple languages (looks at hieroglyphics) ...is this Loss. the oldest record of language... “sus”

You know sign language and help out a lost kid, Teyvat melts AQUARIUS got isekaied?! with my followers??!! (check the reblogs too!) Nobody wants to tell You (god) that you’ve mixed up some words... You’re really out here just speaking gibberish, ya trickster god

You sound like an Animal Crossing character to Teyvatians

Godly game of charades scenario

You give up translating and just start running around (encoded/cipher! post)

You're an Eldritch God of Teyvat... so ofc no one understand you (check the reblogs too!)

You know French. You use this power appropiately.

Reader only writes to talk!

You're multilingual! ...Alhaitham is outside your door.

You're Brazilian, Teyvat is calm about this.

Ancient tablets nice... oh god its a hurt/no comfort fic.

*Eldritch God Reader Fanfic (thanks for 1000+ followers!!)

^^ part 2 of the above, also an ao3 link!

Teyvat doesn't write novels, but you do lol

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SAGAU ALL POSTS

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

Possession AU! ONLY

@justlostintheinternet / @assassinsnake101 / @sun-wokung

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Wanna join a taglist for something? Just message me:

" pspspspssss tag me (insert taglist here) !! "

Hmmm... I wonder what you'll get if you send an ask saying "aquarius, oh dead stars, what is my horoscope today?"...°.•☆•.°?

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Safe Travels,

💀♒️

[robilover]

🪽 RULES

even if I mostly do SFW fics/headcanons/thirsts/blurbs, you must be 18+.

what I write can either be platonic or romantic.

I can do nsfw/suggestive posts, please read at your own risk.

I do fem!reader by default, but if you want gn!reader or afab!gn!reader, I can still do them! I do not do male!reader, though.

this is an LGBTQ+ safe space and is mostly a wlw/sapphic blog. therefore, strictly NO homophobia, transphobia, or anything that relates to hate to the LGBTQ+.

strictly NO incest, extreme kinks, pedophilia, etc etc.

please be respectful and kind in the asks and comments. I do not tolerate mean behavior.

if you request, please specify the gender or else I might just leave it in my inbox for a while.

I can do poly; character x reader x character. just specify if you want it separately or a poly hc or something.

additional rules are here. + here.

masterlist is under the cut together with the character list!

🪽 For NSFW:

I mostly do dom!character/top!character x sub!reader/bottom!reader.

I don’t mind doing top!reader but I actually just prefer being bottom (sorry guys💔)

again, NO extreme kinks (such as p!ss kink) and weird fetishes.

🪽 DNI IF:

you are homophobic, transphobic, or anything related to that.

you are a hater of genshin, hsr, or wuwa.

you are racist.

you fetishize wlw/women or have weird fetishes in general.

🪽 Character List (female characters):

colored ones are favorites/who I can (mostly) write for!

I will be updating this either way, so..

Genshin Impact

Lumine

Mondstadt:

Jean, Lisa, Fischl, Mona, Rosaria, Eula, Noelle, Sucrose

Liyue:

Beidou, Ningguang, Keqing, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Yanfei, Shenhe, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Yelan, Xianyun

Inazuma:

Kamisato Ayaka, Naganohara Yoimiya, Raiden Shogun/Ei, Kujou Sara, Sangonomiya Kokomi, Yae Miko, Kuki Shinobu, Kirara

Sumeru:

Candace, Nilou, Nahida (platonic), Layla, Faruzan, Dehya

Fontaine:

Lynette, Charlotte, Furina, Navia, Chevreuse, Chiori, Arlecchino, Clorinde

Snezhnaya:

Columbina, La Signora

Honkai Star Rail (HSR)

Astral Express:

Stelle, Himeko, March 7th

Stellaron Hunters:

Kafka, Silver Wolf, Firefly

Herta Space Station:

Herta, Asta, Ruan Mei

Belobog:

Bronya, Seele, Serval, Natasha

Xianzhou Alliance:

Tingyun, Sushang, Qingque, Yukong, Fu Xuan, Jingliu, Guinaifen, Hanya, Xueyi

Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC):

Topaz, Jade

Penacony:

Robin, Sparkle, Black Swan

Cosmic:

Acheron

Wuthering Waves (WUWA)

Female Rover, Yangyang, Baizhi, Chixia, Danjin, Jianxin, Sanhua, Jinhsi, Yinlin, Changli

Zenless Zone Zero (ZZZ)

Belle

Victoria Housekeeping:

Alexandrina Sebastiane (Rina), Ellen Joe

Cunning Hares:

Nicole Demara, Anby Demara, Nekomiya Mana (Nekomata)

Belobog Heavy Industries:

Grace Howard

Sons of Calydon:

Burnice White, Caesar King,

Criminal Investigation Special Response Team (PubSec):

Zhu Yuan, Jane Doe

Obol Squad:

Soldier 11

Section 6:

Hoshimi Miyabi

these are subjected to change. I will add the masterlist as soon as I get motivated to do so.

🪽 Masterlist:

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Wuthering Waves

Zenless Zone Zero

My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

[osaemu]

#MERRYCHRISTMAS: if you're receiving this message, you've been cordially invited to hannah and dazai's exclusive christmas party!

NO LONGER ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS.

BRING YOUR BOYFRIEND! 🎄

it's more fun going to a party with a handsome boy on your arm, isn't it? but we need to know how many people are attending, so why don't you let us know if you and your date plan on coming, yeah?

asks have to be off-anon bcs i don't want people sending a thousand asks, sorry! unless you're one of my mutuals, the ask limit is one for the entire event. mutuals can ask for one regular plus one of the mutuals slots!

also, i'll have to ask that you refrain from asking for dazai bcs he's one of the hosts and will likely appear in most of the fics as a background character!

RSVP via my askbox, and hurry up! remember, slots are filled on a first-come, first-serve basis. what are you waiting for?

CHRISTMAS COOKIES! (SFW) 🎄

christmas isn't christmas without cookies, right? so i wanna know how good you and your boyfriend are at baking cookies, duh!

(also, i think dazai and i would burn the house down if we baked them... so you guys should do it instead!)

send me an ask with your favorite boy from any of the following fandoms AND how good you think you'd be at baking cookies. then we'll see what happens when you guys start baking!

JUJUTSU KAISEN: 5/10

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: 2/5

GENSHIN IMPACT: 0/3

SEASON'S GREETINGS! (SFW) 🎄

so maybe you don't have a date for the party. cool! neither do all those guys, and i think you'd look good with any (or all) of them!

winter is a magical season, and what is love at first sight if not magical? so come on, go talk to him! i'll be watching... and writing.

sending me an ask with your favorite boy from any of the following fandoms AND if you want a meet-cute or meet-ugly, and we'll see how your meeting unfolds!

JUJUTSU KAISEN: 4/5

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: 1/5

GENSHIN IMPACT: 0/3

SEX BY THE FIREPLACE! (NSFW) 🎄

parties can be tiring, i totally get it! especially when you've been teasing him all evening. yeah, dazai and i saw. you weren't being all that subtle about it, ugh.

anyways, the second you get home, i just know your boyfriend was sick and tired of you and your brattiness! gee, i wonder what happened next.

send me an ask with your favorite boy from any of the following fandoms AND a kink you have in mind, then we'll see how he got you back for teasing him the entire party!

JUJUTSU KAISEN: 4/5

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: 0/5

GENSHIN IMPACT: 0/3

EXCLUSIVE ENTRY! (SFW OR NSFW, MUTUALS ONLY) 🎄

merry christmas to my beloved mutuals!! you guys are the sweetest ever and i wanna add a portion of this event that's just for you!

actually, i can't think of anything, so just send me whatever and i'll write something for you guys based on that . . . just keep it christmas-themed and within the scope of the event's setting/rules, and that'll be perfect!

if you want it to he nsfw, i'd love it if u could make my life easier and give me a specific kink to work with :3

SLOTS: 8/10 [JJK, BSD, GENSHIN, AOT, OR MHA]

we're lookin forward to seeing you at the party! love, hannah and dazai ;)

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 26 - Thunder

Genshin Impact - Aether x Kazuha

As the pouring continued outside, Kazuha sighed, sitting in the middle of a pile of blankets with one over his head. He was sure those loud noises stopped bothering him long ago, but it seems like something triggered his old fears again. Such a hassle.

Wrapping his arms around his legs, Kazuha buried his face between his knees, knowing he had another problem to deal with. “I’m sorry, Aether,” he muttered, embarrassed of the whole scene, “I didn’t expect the rain to be this bad today…”

The traveler chuckled, reaching out to the samurai and placing his hand on top of his head, patting him playfully. “It’s not your fault, Kazuha,” he smiled, noticing the slightly trembling underneath the blanket. “I’m happy we can still spend some time together!”

“But I didn’t want it to be like this, I wanted to-” 

Before Kazuha could finish talking, light flashed through the window, bright to turn the dark sky clear for a couple of seconds. Then, the sound came following, echoing like a beast’s roar. 

Kazuha flinched, scrunching up his shoulders and let out a sharp, scared gasp, pressing his eyes shut as if waiting for the worst - just like once happened.

After a few seconds being kept away from reality by his brain, the white-haired guy came back to his senses, looking up to Aether with watery eyes. “S-sorry…”

“Oh, Kazuha…” Aether hummed, sitting next to him on the mattress and wrapping his arms around Kazuha’s shoulder. “It’s okay now, don’t blame yourself…”

Kazuha remained silent, sulking inside Aether’s embrace as he tried to calm himself and bring some ease to his mind despite the thundering storm raging outside. Then, Aether’s hand that was patting his back moved up, pulling the mattress off from the top of his head.

The samurai looked to his side, confused by the sudden act. “Aether?”

“I know what will cheer you up ~” Aether sang, using one arm to keep Kazuha in his hug. In the meantime, with his free hand, the traveler started to gently poke the samurai’s sides and ribs. “Come on, you know I can’t stand watching you cry, Kazuha…” He muttered softly, being pleasantly surprised when the samurai was actually leaning into his hug instead of trying to squirm away from the tickling.

“Aehehether,” Kazuha whined softly through his laughter, weakly holding into the arm that was hugging him, letting the other one roam freely. “It tihihickles, ahaha!~”

Aether smiled, knowing very well it did - but that it also did much more to Kazuha. Pulling him into a tighter hug, as if saying “it’s going to be alright”, the traveler continued to gently tickle his partner, just relieved that he was able to make him smile even in the middle of a stormy night.

A/N: I got a little carried away during the first part of this fic, so I hope I didn't turn it too angst-y for you guys, hahah