#mayhaps looking for another beta reader?????

[blep-23]

How well do you guys know Astrid Hofferson character? Asking because I need a little help with this chapter I’m working on. Dm me if you know her well. I have some questions.

[generalsmemories]

Ginkgo leaves

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: Since reqs are open, you think you could write jing yuans reaction to his lover being Mara-struck? Thank you! - requested by anonymous

✧ contents: established relationship, angst, hurt/almost no comfort lmfao, implied character death, mentions of other characters, pov mostly written in jing yuan's pov, still usage of 2nd pov (referring the reader as you), mayhaps ooc because jing yuan is an emotional wreck.

✧ a/n: when i tell ya'll i legit struggled to be able to write this entire thing. there's been like 3-4 scrapped drafts because halfway through writing i would just NOT be satisfied with the result. to the anon who requested this, i'm so sorry it took this long - but i hope the upcoming trainwreck makes up for it! a trainwreck im still not actually satisfied with LMFAO. but it's better than the other 5 scrapped works. also not beta-read so fellas if u see a spelling error - no you didn't.

p.s: some mara-struck information i give here are totally fanmade for the purpose of this fic alone, as such don't take whatever i write about mara here as what actually happens canonically to characters (then again most of the playable characters have different symptoms of mara themselves).

"Benefactor, am I correct to believe you're asking me if the general has any specific interests?" Tingyun asks with a snicker, the trailblazer looking away from her prying eyes while mumbling a quiet yes.

"Some of the younger... Can I call them younger? Anyway, some of the younger Xianzhou citizens are very infatuated with the general. Seeing as I've been announced as his honory guest, they do often come and ask me various things to try and gain his favor. So yeah, anything at this point will work - so please!" the trailblazer hurriedly explained, clasping their hands together in a desperate attempt to get anything from the foxian amicassador leaning back with a quirked eyebrow.

"Ahh, love truly makes someone go blind doesn't it," she muses out loud, the trailblazers' eyebrow furrowing together in confusion over the foxian's lady choice of words, "... You're not entirerely wrong with that statement..."

"Do you want to know what his favorite flower is?" Tingyun asks, ignoring the confused question that had been uttered to her, snapping her fan open to hide the cheeky smile that spread across her lips - but anyone could still tell that her eyes were gleaming with mischief as the trailblazer nodded their head.

"He doesn't have one."

"Then why did you even-"

"But he likes ginkgo leaves."

The trailblazers' eyes widened in shock, and rightfully so because the very thing ginkgo leaves are associated with are after all...

"He had a lover once, and as far as I'm aware, his last moment with them while they still had their consciousness intact was surrounded by ginkgo leaves."

Jing Yuan whilst having forgotten almost every single moment with you, does unfortunately remember the exact details of the day that your descent into madness started. Because what he witnessed wasn't a futile struggle you had with yourself to not to destroy everything within your vicinity. Instead, he witnessed the slow process of your bright self becoming an empty shell, only capable of uttering a few words.

It's comical really, even when faced with a curse that struck everyone mad - he found out that it oddly fit your character to not go mad, but instead become the complete opposite of your gentle self. A hollow shell of the person he fell in love with all centuries ago.

Jing Yuan knew he had to end your suffering right then and there when you first started to show signs.

But he couldn't - This wasn't something that had to be immediately dealt with, his hand wasn't forced like it was back when he had to slay his own master down before she took more lives.

No, this was a normal afternoon on what would've been another normal, mundane day in both of your lives. But everything went wrong the moment Jing Yuan heard the breaking of glass, and how there was a lone gingko leaf inside the palm of your hand - a ginkgo leaf that you were staring wide-eyed at with a trembling hand.

You were too far from the veranda to have a ginkgo leaf in your hand.

General Jing Yuan would've ended your suffering the moment you turned around to lock eyes with him, your own face twisted into one of utter fear.

General Jing Yuan would've reported you the to Ten-Lords Commissions as the law had stated. But Jing Yuan couldn't - because Jing Yuan knew that the moment he did, he would never see you again.

So he decided for once he would be selfish. Jing Yuan rarely made choices lately that was based off of his own feelings, but his time with you was cut too harshly, so once again he chooses to be selfish. Even if that meant that it would prolong your suffering just a tiny bit more. "... We can figure something out," was the only thing he could muster up the courage to say with a shaking voice. You didn't say anything, your mouth wobbling a tiny bit and your breathing getting harsher by the second.

But still you indulged him - you always did. So with an equally wobbly smile, you only nodded your head slightly, "... Sure."

That wobbly smile and expression of utter fear was the last genuine expression that truly came from yourself.

The descent to becoming fully mara-struck is usually a fast process, the curse able to completely overtake someone's mind within the same day the symptoms appears - rendering the person completely vulnerable with the only alternative to either hand themselves in to the Ten-Lords or wait for the Ten-Lords to come to them personally.

Your usual easy-going smile was gone, in its stead was eyes that kept going in and out of focus. Almost as if you were desperately trying to keep yourself grounded - a battle you both knew would end with your defeat.

Jing Yuan didn't dare to venture outside of the house. One step out and every Cloud Knight would've been on you within seconds to subdue you. He had first initially resorted to just holding you within his arms for as long as he could, to be able to remember how you felt like after your death.

But with the minimal strength you had left, you had wobbled to the garden, every step taken only making you pant heavily. But even with heavy breaths of air leaving your lips, you had refused to take Jing Yuans hand or offer to even carry you out to the garden. When you had managed to reach the ginkgo tree standing tall at the center of the garden, Jing Yuan was sure you were going to collapse in front of it, taking a quick step to catch you.

But instead you had merely reached your hands up, the falling leaves fluttering gently down onto your palms. And while you were in indescriable pain for the last couple of hours - Jing Yuan could only see a serene expression when you looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were continously falling down.

"... They're beautiful... aren't they... Jing Yuan? It's almost a pity... that these beautiful... leaves are associated with our doom," you said softly. Jing Yuan could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you uttered his name.

You're obviously struggling to convey whatever thoughts you still had to him properly, taking a moment in between words to catch your breath, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you fought against the searing pain that was spreading through every nerve in your body.

There's a sudden gust of wind which causes the pile of leaves in your hands to flutter away from your grasp. Your hand stretches out slightly, almost in an attempt to reach out for them - stumbling a bit in your step. The limp causes Jing Yuan to take a quick step forward with his arms outstretched. Perhaps seeing him in your peripheral vision causes you to stop the futile attempt to catch the escaping leaves, arms going limp against your side as you turn to face him - your once blank expression turning into a somber smile instead.

Jing Yuan thinks that it's unfair how normal you look in front of him - almost as if you haven't been becme mara-struck. Like nothing has happened to you aside from the ginkgo leaves fluttering from your lips whenever you cough. The same cough that causes the general of Luofu to flinch every time - without fail.

And perhaps you can see his inner turmoil, the way he tries to make eye contact with you, but is unable to after a few seconds. The way his hands clench too hard into fist to the point droplets of blood fall down to the grass and stains it a deep red while he bites his own lips to not say a word - lest he says something that he will regret.

And you truly wish that you could tell him everything is okay like you usually do.

But for the first time since the day he lost his friends, you can't.

"... I'm sorry," you finally say, the apology making him whip his head up to you again. Mouth opening to say something to comfort you, to tell you that it's not your fault. But the words are unable to leave his mouth when he sees your arms slightly outstretched towards him with a small smile.

And he can't hold it in anymore.

It only takes him a few wide steps to reach you from his position before he cradles you within his arms. The grip is tight, unbearably tight to the point it hurts, but you don't complain. You're limp in his hold, and if this was any day he wouldn't comment, but the fact that you're not moving a single muscle terrifies Jing Yuan to the core. "... Please," he finally manages to whisper, the rustling of ginkgo leaves around you almost drowning out his quiet plea.

"Please don't make me do this again."

He doesn't ask if the tensing of your body is caused by the pain that's rapidly increasing or if it's caused by his silent confession. He can however feel the gentle hand that rests against the lower part of his back and your head resting against the side of his own. The reassurance you try to give him does nothing to help because he's aware that it probably brought you unmeasurable pain to try to move those limbs - instead the general buries his face closer to your neck and squeezes you tighter.

"... You won't." you whisper quietly.

It takes a moment for Jing Yuan to process the meaning behind those two words.

But it's a moment too late, because before he can get his phone out to usher a command, a few resounding knocks can be heard throughout the quiet mansion.

"General Jing Yuan. This is Xueyi of the Ten-Lords commission. I've gotten information that there's currently a mara-struck within these premises."

Jing Yuan feels his blood run cold, he pulls himself away from you to stare at you properly in disbelief.

You're still staring at him with the same somber expression, however he can tell there's a small pitiful smile grazing your lips, "I'm sorry," you whisper once again.

"I asked her... personally," you start, finally letting yourself rest now that the end is near, slumping down onto Jing Yuan's chest, your ear settling itself against his heart to hear his rapid heartbeats.

Jing Yuan loathes the fact that it's at this moment, with the Ten-Lords commission outside of your door and with him completely broken do you actually look at peace - like your battle against time has finally come to its conclusion.

And naturally, the one who lost is you.

"Half a day... with you. Then she would come and bring me there. You won't have to... do this again."

You're not able to see Jing Yuan's face - and Jing Yuan wouldn't want you to see how he looked like right now. The arms around you is trembling, his mind is racing - trying to come up with anything to give him a bit more time with you.

But for once, the general that had a plan for every situation had nothing in mind.

He's lost. And the prize of the loss this time is losing you forever.

"General, I apologize for the rudeness of what I'm about to do, but this is for both of your safety," Jing Yuan hear Xueyi mutter from outside of the door, before he hears the rattling of the door frame start to slide open.

"Wait- no," it's a quiet request that gets ignored as Xueyi strides in alone, the lack of company making Jing Yuan's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"... Their last request along with the request for my late arrival here was for the Cloud Knights to not see you like this. Naturally I won't tell anyone of what I've seen today."

Jing Yuan doesn't care about that, he could care less about his image right now, pulling you closer to him while his eyes are downcast - he makes no move to hand you over to the judge.

The puppet judge before him does not say anything - nor does she make a move. What she does however is wait, wait for the general before her that has been utterly crushed and broken by the person in his arms start to accept the harsh truth once again.

If he doesn't handle the mara-struck himself, someone else would - but the end result only serves to punish him in the end, the one left behind.

Xueyi hears a silent breath be let out by the general, her once closed eyes opening up to see the general pull slightly away from you, one hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. Your eyes have long since closed, and you're most likely not even conscious to hear what he's about to say.

"My dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer before we can meet again," he whispers, bumping his forehead against your own gently, "I hope you won't fault me for that."

A long ginkgo leaf flutters right between the two of you, eventually settling down on your chest.

Jing Yuan sucks in one last deep breath, "I'm sorry I kept you here for so long - I'm sorry you had to be in pain for so long because of me," he leans in to slot his lips one last time over your own, whispering something that Xueyi can't hear before he rises up, your body limp in his arms.

"Thank you for your service Miss Xueyi, please see them off appropiately." Jing Yuan says, voice sounding eerily calm - almost like his usual self.

When he turns around to finally face her, the puppet's lifeless eyes seem to grow a bit in surprise. Before her is the general of Luofu, his usual easy-going smile present on his lips.

Like he wasn't carrying his mara-struck lover in his arms.

"As much as I would want to accompany you to see them off, I'm afraid I have some urgent matters to attend to," he informs, handing your body over to Xueyi - she doesn't comment on how his hands are still slightly trembling or how he immediately turned a bit to the side to ignore staring at her head-on.

Even though Xueyi doesn't want to ask, she still asks either way, "What are your plans from here on, general?"

Jing Yuan only gives her a close eyed smile, turning his gaze towards the large ginkgo tree with his hands behind his back. He gnaws a tiny bit at his lips, finally breathing out.

A couple of seconds passes by before he opens his mouth.

"I think I'll meditate a bit under this tree before heading back to the Seat. I can't leave Luofu without me for too long after all."

5 SCRAPPED WORKS AND I'M STILL NOT ACTUALLY THAT SATISFIED BUT IF I KEEP THIS PIECE LONGER IN THE WORKS THE MORE I'LL BUTCHER IT SO HAHA - THIS IS THE BEST WE CAN DO AFTER 3 MONTHS OF CONSTANT BACK AND FORTH FELLAS. I HOPE IT SQUEEZED YOUR HEART A TINY BIT NONETHELESS.

[lexsssu]

Season (Childe | Tartaglia)

TAGS: Childe/Dragoness!reader, a/b/o, heats/ruts, pregnancy, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again—”

“Fuck you, Tartaglia”

“Fuck me yourself, girlie. Or are you too scared because you’re a little lizard instead of the big bad dragon you keep saying you are~?”

You grit your teeth and huff in annoyance, crossing your arms as you tried in vain to ignore the shit-eating grin present on the Fatui Harbinger’s face.

“In your dreams”

“But you’re already in my dreams, girlie. And don’t even get me started on the kind of dreams you appear in, buuuuut let’s just say it involves a lot less clothes and talking~”

“Why you…!”

The ginger-haired male grinned as he nursed his bright red cheek, blue eyes never leaving your form even as you left in a furious huff. He knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, the heady scent of an aroused omega that lay just beneath your own natural scent of smoke and flaming flowers.

You’ll come crawling to him soon enough.

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And apparently he didn’t have to wait too long.

Spring itself had creeped in once more and with it, the inexplicable urge to mate. Just as animals hurriedly chirped, squawked, built nests, and all other ways to attract a possible mate, so did those born as alphas and omegas feel the stirrings of their primal nature trying to break through the surface.

Despite how much humanoids liked to think that they were above mere beasts, their secondary nature proved time and time again that they were merely rational animals capable of being as depraved and feral as any beast. For someone who was more in tune with their beastly nature, (You who proudly flaunted your draconic self as being a full dragon who merely chose to take on a more human form), made this season particularly unbearable.

“Well, well, well will you look at that…” the Fatui Harbinger licked his lips as his eyes darkened and dilated at the sight of you writhing against your bed in nothing but the thin piece of cloth that passed for smallclothes in Liyue. “Seems you’re having a bit of trouble there, girlie. Lucky for you I was passing by Wangshu Inn for some official business when I smelled how...distressed you were.”

“Is there anything I can possibly help you with~?”

If he didn’t have any self-restraint then he’d have rushed into your room the moment he first caught the scent of your heat, of your pheromones that beckoned him to partake of the sweet slick that dripped down your pussy which begged to be filled by a hard, alpha cock. Childe was already rock solid the moment he knew you were here, but he held himself back because he knew that the rewards he would reap from his small sacrifice will be worth all the wait.

You knew that this world had such a thing as secondary natures, namely Alphas, Betas, & Omegas. You’ve heard and read content that revolved around such a thing, but actually waking up in such a world and becoming a part of this dynamic was another thing altogether.

You knew that Omegas felt terrible during their heats without a partner to alleviate them, but archons above you didn’t know it felt this horrible!

Your body felt scorching hot, your throat felt absolutely parched, and the constant stream of wetness that had undoubtedly ruined your sheets was simply unbearable. Sadly, without an alpha to tend to your body’s needs you were left in agony for the better part of an hour already.

Mayhaps whatever beings had hurtled you through time and space into Teyvat felt sorry enough at your suffering, because you smelled Childe even before he opened the door to your room. You don’t even question how he managed to come in when you always locked the door, because all you wanted at this point was for him to quell the heat that threatened to consume you.

“Ch-childe...please…! It’s...it’s too hot!!!”

“Too hot? Where is it too hot? You gotta be more specific or else I can’t help”

The smirking ginger looked downright devious as he stood perfectly still just beside your bed, making no move to get closer even as the bulge in his pants twitched and tented against the fabric. Being this close to you when you were so ripe, so fertile and ready to be taken by him was taking every ounce of self-control in him.

You were close to breaking down in tears as relief was so close yet so far in the face of this sadistic man. Serves you right for pretending that he didn’t make your heart race whenever he deliberately provoked you with his silver tongue, that he didn’t make the most primal side of yourself purr & rumble with satisfaction whenever he showed his capabilities as a potential mate. 

“Here…! It feels too hot and empty here!!!” You press your hand against your pelvic area, specifically the exact spot where your womb was located. “It wants...no, it HAS to be filled up or I’ll die!”

There was no other way to describe the entirety of your feelings right now. Your body was ready and begging to be mated until you were practically overflowing with your alpha’s cum and pupped without question.

His cock twitched involuntarily, straining against its confines even more fervently at your words. He probably shouldn’t become so impossibly aroused (at least more so than he already was) right now, but can anyone blame him when the girl of his dreams was in front of them and begging so adorably?

“Please...I want you. I’ve always wanted you, but was just too stubborn to say it. You’re the only one I want so please…”

With the last remnants of your rationality, you ripped off the dudou from your body and with shaking hands spread your lower lips to show him the slick that generously dripped out of your twitching hole.

“...fill me up with your love”

With your admission, Childe’s own final thread of self-restraint snapped as he descended upon you like the ravenous beast you’d made him into. Propped up on your knees, hands pinned to the bed by his own and fingers intertwined, the young man prodded at the spot where your scent gland was with his nose before teasing the area with gentle licks and light nibbling.

“Hey, make sure to scream my name, okay? Oh, it’s Ajax by the way.”

You had no time to digest this secret he so generously provided you, not when he’d plunged the entirety of his cock inside your pussy until you could feel the tip nudging at the entrance to your womb.

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It is only during the same season the year after begrudgingly acknowledging your attraction to the smooth-talking harbinger that you manage to find the time to meet with his family in Snezhnaya. However, you are not alone as you naturally brought along the product of your debauched and frantic mating the year before.

Teucer is over the moon at the knowledge of being a little uncle to the snoozing child in your arms, whereas the older members of Childe’s family including his older siblings and parents coo at your baby and congratulate you for taming the wayward boy you called your mate.

Such congratulations only received an eye roll from said boy, opting instead to possessively wrap an arm around your waist and prop his chin against your shoulder. He raised no objections from his family’s words seeing as they were all true anyway. Rather, he is comforted by the heat of your body and the sight of your precious child while surrounded by the warm wishes of the family that raised him.

[lovelyflora21]

A/N:

Hello! I have returned with yet another angsty story teehee.

This was inspired by a story/chat I had with the Aemond AI on Beta Character.

Please do keep in mind that English is not my mother tongue and do accept my sincerest apology if Aemond is too ooc, I tried my best I swear.

Also, reblogs, comments, likes are greatly appreciated! I'm also taking in requests 💖

Without further ado, enjoy!

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

T.W! graphic mention of death, abuse and suicide. 18+ work.

(This is a triggering work, read at your own discretion!)

Aemond had lost her. His one true light. His love of life. His will and reason to live.

And yet he cannot bear ending it all.

They had laid her to rest, a year ago. Her final resting place, within the crypts below the Red Keep.

Aemond frequented the crypts, always leaving flowers on the tomb of his dearest beloved wife. White lilies and jasmine, her favorites.

Lady Y/N's demise was quick and painless, or so they told Aemond. Mayhaps a way to offer comfort and solace for the (ever) grieving One-Eyed Targaryen prince...?

And yet...

When Aemond saw her recovered body, he broke down into tears before her mangled lifeless corpse; his mother held him close as he did so. A warrior, turned into a weeping, helpless boy.

Her throat nearly sliced into two and decapitated, from how deep the blade had tore through her skin and flesh. There were bruises littering her arms and body.

There was nothing quick, nothing painless of her death! Aemond's mind screeched. The evidence clearly present before the eyes of all.

Surely they were not blind...

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Her burials had been beautiful, serene...

Just like her.

A stark contrast to that of her end.

Aemond Targaryen, swore he would never love another. That he will bring his love for her to the grave. That her death shall haunt him for the remainder of his living days.

And true to his oath, she haunts him.

Every night, Aemond would pick up the scent of his late paramour. The scent of white lilies and jasmine, wafting in the air he breathed in.

'Twas not long before he would began seeing hazy figures from the corner of his eye.

And then...there she stood. In white. Her hair flowed freely, framing her face. She looked ethereal. Otherworldly.

She offered him a hand. And as he took it, Aemond was reminded of everything. Of his love for her. Her love for him. Of her devotion.

And by the time Aemond came back to his senses, the two lovers now stood on the ledge of the open window.

Come with me. Be with me for all eternity, my love. A leap is all it takes...

Whispered she.

And with one last kiss, she returned.

With one last embrace, Aemond is finally home.

[theboarsbride]

1, 2, and 8 for the End Of The Year writblr asks!

1 - what was your writing-highlight this year? what made it special and how will you reflect on it next year?

tbh, I think starting Those Red Nights, totally on a simp-induced, impulsive whim! Because while it did start off because of simping reasons, I've come to be super attached to this story, and the other characters within it! The themes, the elements of horror I want to expand on, etc.! I've always wanted to do something noir/crime-inspired in terms of writing, so to finally do that with this story is exciting! I will definitely work on it more this upcoming year, and hopefully complete the first draft and begin revisions for a second!

2 - what did not go so well this year? how do you feel about it and what is a positive thing you learnt from it?

I think I would say dropping my vampire project The Vampire of Shadowed Castle. Idk, this story felt like it was going nowhere, it was boring, cliché, and I just felt too bored to work on it hskjdkjsdksdjsdkj

something I learned from dropping this project is that it's ok to stop working on something, that you don't have to devote wasted energy on this project, and that you can set it aside for another time - and maybe then later on down the road you might have new ideas to introduce to it!

3 - what are three things you're looking forward to next year?

OO!! Finishing TMATB's second draft (and finding beta readers, mayhaps), finishing a draft for both TRN and "Temperance and Mr. Wyrm," and starting to work on a new WIP idea I've been calling "Folk n' Environmental Horror Hodag WIP"!

[1252291]

Give and take. Or take and take.  OR :   where Levi asks (y/n) to sit on his face. 

MINORS DNI PLS. 

word count: 2.7k content ‘warnings’/disclaimers:  cunnilingus &  sex.  a/n: hii.  this is the first fic i’ve written in like a month, so we’re really out here doing this rn, huh?? we’re really out here doing this.  lemme know if you see any major mistakes in spelling/grammar! you’d be doing me a solid because i don’t have a beta reader!!  thank you, and enjoyyyy mayhaps. maybe. poiiihaps.  tagging: @bagsyy​ ,  @weepinglevi​ ,  @odmlevis​ (i thought u might like reading about levi, so i added you into this. i hope you don’t mind!) 

Your clothes had long been discarded, pulled away from your body and strewn across the bedroom floor in small heaps, while Levi's mouth worked along the curve of your neck. His mouth had been pressed to yours, licking inside and memorizing taste, but your fingers had slid into his hair and your voice had faded into a soft, pleading whine – too beautiful for him to want to muffle, so he'd dipped.

Pressed sloppy kisses to the expanse of your throat, working down to your collarbones before Levi's fingers pressed into the tender of your waist, guiding you back even further. When the back of your legs bumped into the mattress, you dropped only when he pushed you down. Your hands came up to work at Levi's pants, grateful that he'd had half the mind to discard belts as you both walked through headquarters, towards your shared room.

The kiss he caught your mouth with was chaste, and momentarily interrupted your busy hands. He didn't seem to notice, with his own hand pressed against your thigh, willing your legs apart before he dropped between them. Your mouth followed his, eager for another kiss that didn't come to your lips, but instead to your inner thighs.

Each kiss left goosebumps in its wake, first starting mid-way down your thigh before he was working his way up. In anticipation your head tilted back, and your eyes slid shut, waiting for the pleasure that was undoubtedly going to come – he was just teasing you by making you wait.

"Fuck," he muttered softly, the curve of his smile against your body was familiar enough that you didn't need to look at him. You knew the reason for the smile when he skipped over your heat, eliciting a whine from you and a soft chuckle from him.

"Levi," you pouted.

Your voice had so little effect on him that another chuckle left him before he lifted his head, "hmm?"

"You're teasing."

"Yeah," he admitted, breath fanning over the left patches his mouth had left behind. The sudden warmth sent shivers through your entire body. You dropped back to lay on the bed. "I thought you liked being teased?"

Your eyes were still shut, so you hadn't anticipated Levi's fingers on your pussy, spreading your folds open so that he could get a better look at the way they glistened, already wet with slick. He groaned at the sight, his mouth watering a little with the desperation to get his mouth on you properly. Levi didn't sound half as put-together as he hoped when he mused, "change your mind?"

He’d set you up for failure; not wanting to really hear your answer, but you anticipated it. Dipped your fingers into his hair with the whimper of his name on your lips. Levi leaned forward, his tongue dragging between your folds and dipping ever-so-slightly into your entrance to gather the taste of you with an appreciative groan.

He dragged the taste up to your clit, where he lapped over the sensitive bud a few times. Levi reached up, resting one of his hands against your abdomen to press you back into the bed, keeping your hips from rolling up to meet his mouth. It was a silent warning to take what you were given right now; briefly,  you wondered if he really would punish you if you pushed, but you were too far gone to test it now.

Resigned, you settled your hips again with the soft moan of his name.

Your fingers pulled at the soft locks of his hair as he worked his tongue against your clit, pointed and purposeful with each pass.

"Just like that," you muttered, shifting a little on the mattress. You were careful not to roll your hips too much, save he stopped. Levi peered up at you, watching as your back started to arch and your hand came to your face, tilted to the side. He could tell you were tempted to bury your face into the blanket and muffle the soft moans escaping. "Fuck. Please. P-please, Levi."

A heat was steadily building in your abdomen, filling your body with an unmatched warmth. Levi's tongue lapped across your clit a few more times – edging you closer, and closer. Until he stopped.

He leaned back on his haunches, making you shift around on the bed with a little whine, trying to entice him to start again. You even pulled his hair, trying to push him back down. When he didn't, you lifted to your elbow to look at him. He had a teasing smile, still glistening from your slick and his spit mixed together. His pupils were blown wide.

"Tease," you accused, collapsing back into the bed with a sign.

He shrugged, leaning forward to press a kiss to your inner thigh before he muttered, "I'm not. I just want you on my face."

The statement burned through both of you. His features were flushed a slight pink, as they often did when he confessed something that he wanted.

"Can you do that for me?" He questioned, his hand sliding up the middle of your body as he stood up from the ground. You nodded eagerly, his fingers barely grazed the base of your throat before they were retreating again. "Good girl."

When he stood up completely straight, it was to walk around the bed. He worked his pants the rest of the way off, his eyes catching yours when you didn't move at first. Levi smirked, amused when your gaze dropped to his cock, standing proudly now that he'd discarded his clothes. His fingers wrapped around the shaft, giving a few purposeful strokes as you licked your bottom lip.

"Coming?" He teased, kneeling down on the bed.

You scrambled to get up from where you'd been laying at the edge of the bed, and crawled across the expanse. He threw one of the pillows to the ground, getting comfortable where he laid. When you threw a leg over his body, Levi reached up to grip your waist, keeping you steady until you were hovering over his face.

Levi's arms hooked around your legs, reading the hesitation you had to drop your weight onto his face. He licked his lips, humming appreciatively where your taste still lingered on his mouth, albeit fading. He leaned up, pressing his tongue between your folds again, barely breaching your entrance to gather slick on his tongue before he dropped his head against the mattress again.

"Fuck, you taste good," Levi muttered, glancing up to meet your eyes before his concentration was on the way his thumb slid across your clit. The feeling made you cant your hips forward, desperate to follow the touch. When he lifted his head again, you felt him try to entice you into settling against his mouth; pulling your thighs with his arms, until he muttered, "stop fighting."

You did.

You let him tug you down until he could move his mouth against your pussy without having to lift from the mattress. He gathered the taste of you on his tongue with a satisfied moan–something of greed, and longing.

When his head titled back, his tongue dragged up the centre again before it came to work over your sensitive clit with the flat of his tongue a few times. When he pulled away, you whined, only to be met with his request: "Ride."

The fingers of one of your hands slid into his hair, gripping tight as your other hand pressed against the cold wall, keeping you steady as you rolled your hips experimentally. At the feel of his wet tongue against your clit, you let a soft whimper past your lips. You rolled them again, pressing a little more into the flat of his wet tongue, enticing a soft groan from him.

His appreciative hums were all that you needed as encouragement to keep your hips moving, grip tightening in his hair a little more each time he hummed. When his tongue disappeared, you whined until his lips were closing around your swollen clit and he was sucking, stilling your hips for a moment. When he released, his tongue was quick to return. Pointed, and lapping across your clit quickly.

"Oh fuck," you whined, fighting to keep yourself still.

Levi looked up at you, admiring the way that your body arched above him. The way you were eager to take everything that he was giving.

He wanted to see you this way forever.

But he also liked the way you looked when you came. So he worked his tongue quickly against your clit, while his hands started tracing up your body, feeling the way you shivered each time he groaned. Even if the sound didn't act as another stimulate, he wouldn't have been able to help himself.

The sound of his tongue against your pussy was obscene; filling the room with wet sounds. Levi's cock ached where it laid against his stomach, twitching and leaking precum onto his abs.

Your sudden whine of, "ah – ah, shit. Right there. Right – fuck, Levi, fuck," pulled him out of his daze the wet sounds had put him into. He watched eagerly as your hips started to roll against his tongue, shaking as warmth spread across your abdomen, waiting for coil to snap and when it did, nothing was left but your soft, pleasured cries.

Levi worked his tongue against your clit at the same eager speed, his eyes closing. He could feel your slick sliding down his chin, and your body curving as your hand slid down the wall, still riding out the last bouts of your orgasm.

When your hips finally stilled with nothing but twitches, he pulled away. You could still feel the heat of his breath against your skin, and shivered when his mouth pressed against your thigh with a soft kiss.

"Good girl," he praised, before turning his mouth back towards your heat. He licked up, tongue dipping into your hot cunt for another taste.

"Levi," you moaned, though your body instinctively moved away from the overstimulation. "Please."

"Please what?" He had another taste.

It made your head lull back for a moment before you came back to your senses, and you begged softly, "please fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice. His arms untwisted from your legs, and his hands came to the flesh of your ass to give it a teasing squeeze before he was helping you off. You fell flush into the bed next to him, chest still heaving when he leaned over you. His hand against your hip, Levi's mouth came to meet yours.

You hummed softly, tasting yourself on his tongue as it slipped into your mouth. Your hands rested against his shoulders, nails digging ever-so-slightly into pale skin.

Levi settled between your open legs. When he pulled away from your mouth, there was still a string of saliva bounding you together. His face still covered with your slick as he looked down, hand gripping the base of his cock, guiding the head to slide through your folds.

When you moaned, he glanced up with a smirk, purposefully teasing your sensitive clit; he hit the head of his cock against it, smiling when you whined his name.

"Fuck me," you pleaded, dragging your fingers through the soft undercut before dipping them into the longer strands and tugging. Levi breathed in sharply, his eyes meeting yours before he was sliding his cock down through your folds, barely grazing your slick entrance when you'd shifted down a little–luring him to slip inside.

When his cock started stretching you open, you let out a soft moan. Relaxed, plaint against him, you moaned his name in response to his own mutter of yours.

His teeth grazed your collarbone as he pushed his hips forward, cock being swallowed by your welcoming warmth. Walls fluttering around him, your body still sensitive from reaching your peak once already. Levi left a mark in your skin, bound to blossom in a bruise and reminder that you belong to him.

When he bottomed out, you gasped, scratching nails down his collarbone towards his chest. Levi let out a shuttering moan, and savoured the way you tightened around his cock before he pulled his hips back, cock slipping nearly all the way out of you before his hips were snapping forward to fill you again.

"Fuck," he rasped, hips snapping a few more times before he picked up a steady rhythm. "Always good for me, hm? Made for me."

You nodded, too taken by the way his hand pressed into the mattress next to you, keeping him lifted while his other was sliding down your body, making you shiver each time his grip tightened, then let go.

"Belong to me," he growled. It fell into a moan when he felt your walls flutter around his cock, triggering his smile to start growing. "You like that? Being told you belong to me?" When you nodded, his head dropped next to your ear, his voice low as he repeated, "you belong to me. –– Such a good girl, taking my cock so well."

You barely managed to swallow your moan before he was lifting up. His other hand left your body and planted into the mattress, not giving you anymore warning before he was fucking into you quickly.

There was a soft arch to your back and a little string of soft curses tumbling out of your mouth repeatedly. One of your hands slipped around his body, desperate to keep his close to yours as he rutted into your pussy.

When your nails dragged down, his hips stuttered for a second before they picked up again. He adjusted the smallest bit–you tried to keep him there, afraid he was trying to move away from you only to be met with the head of his cock grazing the bundle of nerves inside of you.

"Levi," you cried out, pulling his hair and earning a low groan from him. And because it felt right, you chanted, "mine," softly where you buried your face against his neck.

He was quick to appease to your bodies quiet requests. Your walls tightened around him, hips rolling to entice him to keep fucking you at the same speed, and keep abusing the tender spot inside of you. Each hit made moans stuttering past your lips, mixing with his. All it took was your walls tightening around him for his peak to start approaching; the slaps of your skin together was loud, and stung, but neither of you wanted him to slow.

"Shit," he groaned, gathering the sheets in his harsh grip.

His hips gave one last powerful thrust before he was burying himself deep inside of you, his cock twitching as your walls clenched around him, forcing him to spill the first bouts of his seed into you. He moaned your name and barely lifted his head enough to kiss you before he started moving his hips again, determined to let you milk him of every last drop.

The repeated abuse to the nerves had you shivering, even when his hips started to slow down. His body was twitching with slight overstimulation of giving you everything, bu still going. He wouldn’t leave you aching for release.

“You gonna cum on my cock?” He muttered the question into your skin, smiling when you nodded. “Then cum for me, (y/n). Go ahead.”

Permission was all it took to push you over the edge. Your body shaking as your vision started to blur; you welcomed the warmth that spread across your body, making you tighten around Levi’s cock. He cursed and caught your lips, determined to swallow your moans as he fucked you through your orgasm.

When he pulled out, you let out a shaky sigh, and blinked until your eyes were able to focus again. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you shifted a little, watching as his gaze raked down your spent body. Levi’s gaze was loving, but determined as he leaned back to watch as a mixture of your cum and his leaked out of your abused hole. You whined when he gathered the mixture with his fingers, then pushed it back inside of you.

He gathered more, pushing that inside as well before he looked up to meet your eyes, holding your gaze as he started to dip two of his fingers inside of your body again.

Levi already had a taste of overstimulation, so he figured, what's the harm in more?

[behindyourbarrette]

stay stay stay

summary: You're leaving, but somebody'd like you to stay.

pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

category: Angst and happy ending....mayhaps

warnings: mention of smoking and alcohol

a/n: this was fun to write LOL. not beta read or even proofread and i kind of feel like it’s a lot of nothing but i hope you enjoy anyways <3 as always Reblog my shit. I do this for free and it helps me tremendously

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You’re going to tell them tonight. Tonight, or you don’t tell them at all.

While you originally considered the latter to be a last resort, it’s looking more and more like your only option. Filing the paperwork with Hotch was easy enough; he didn’t really react beyond a curt nod and a handshake, which are typical for him regardless. It’s the rest of the team that you’re worried about. In the years you’ve spent at Quantico, the sixth floor has become home. You can’t really recall a life before brunch with JJ and Penelope on Sundays, or a time before Spencer takes you to see new foreign film releases in the park. Before Derek invites you out on runs and walks when you lose your breath, or when you and Emily haven’t exchanged copies of Cats Cradle and Jailbird like currency. This is, to put it plainly, your life now. Serial killers included. But you’re tired of it. Parts of it, at least. So you’re spreading your wings. Departing. Saying adios. Quitting, according to Strauss. Apparently the word ‘resignation’ is reserved for people higher up than you.

Tonight. You’re going to tell them. Regardless of how scary the reality that you’re doubting your decision may be.

You’re at a different bar than usual; everything’s a little brighter than it is at O’Keefe’s. The dartboard’s electronic, something JJ’s adorably enthused by, and there’s a strangely Bjork-centric karaoke lineup. It’s not the typical Friday night you’d intended to create; as you hold a beer in one hand, the taste sour on your tongue, you get the feeling that the whole team is performing a little. You have to, to have fun after these cases. Fake it till you make it.

“You alright?”

Spencer’s beside you at the bar, holding what looks suspiciously like a Shirley Temple and eyeing you with a little too much intensity. With your luck, he can see right through you. This is the most difficult aspect of leaving, you think. You’ve been partnered with Spencer for your entire career at the BAU, being the youngest and most likely to harbor…a distaste for bureaucracy. After nearly ten years of friendship, he is the last person you’d like to abandon abruptly. Logically, after putting in your two week’s notice, you’ve avoided him for the past seven days and stopped taking his calls.

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is just new.”

You’d wanted it to be quiet, low-key. In your mind, you’d pictured telling them at the bar, a round of drinks ordered after. The clink of glasses sending you off into true adulthood. Instead, the team is scattered across the room, each absorbed in something different. There’s no way you’ll be able to corral them all into a serious conversation when this much drink has been poured. You watch as Spencer nods in your periphery, his hair falling into his face. Maybe it’s the beer, but it’s incredibly taxing to avoid reaching out and coiling a curl around one of your fingers. Just to see how it’d feel.

Your friendship isn’t new. That feeling is.

You go back to an unsteady silence, crushing peanuts in between your fingers as you mourn tonight’s plan. You didn’t want to have to leave without a trace. Technically, with minimal traces. There’s little you can hide from Penelope Garcia, to be fair. But this wasn’t how you wanted to do things.

Across the bar, you catch sight of movement. Derek and Penelope are slow-dancing to Usher and Emily’s really laughing, in the way that she only does when she feels safe, her whole body shaking from the effort of it. JJ’s filming from the corner, and you feel yourself smile to nobody as you watch them giggle and sway around the sticky floor. In another time, at another bar, you’d be right there with them. In a way, you’ve already left.

It’s entirely too hot in here, the breath and push of warm bodies suffocating. It’s nearly one in the morning—how is Spencer still here? Is Emily even sober enough to drive? Your mind races and maybe this is what makes your stomach churn; either way, you abandon your seat at the bar and make a beeline for the door. It’s only a little cooler outside, which you attribute to the sickly sweet humidity of late summer, but it’s still better. Against the brick wall, you fish in the pocket of your puffy jacket for a light.

God. You had really wanted to tell them.

“That’s a bad habit.”

You feel him beside you before you see him, his frame lanky and vaguely cedar-scented. Turning, you let the cigarette butt between your fingers fall to the ground. You stomp the spark out with your heel, trying not to laugh as you watch Spencer watch you.

“As if I don’t know.” He bugs you about it all the time, peppering you with statistics and factoids that feel right out of seventh grade health class. This is nothing new, but the animosity in your tone is. He nods, taking your feedback with an earnest expression on his face. Hands in his pockets, back slightly hunched, he meets your eye.

“Really. I worry about your lungs sometimes. You’re young, but your odds aren’t good.”

Your lips twitch upwards—not by choice. Spencer has a proclivity for making you smile. He means what he says, and it’s endearing. Profilers have a tendency to lie, because they know they can. At least, they know it’ll take a while for them to get caught. It’s a sign of something like trust when they choose to bestow you with the truth. You take a breath, reminded of your lungs, then exhale a little staggered as picture them, blackened and dry, overtaken with smoke. Maybe he’s right. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“This team copes by barhopping. We all have our vices, but I don’t hear you worry about their livers.” You level, your tone a little harsher than you intend. Defensive; being a profiler is only an added bonus in detecting the fact that he’s touched a nerve. You want to show him the box of Nicorette patches on your bathroom counter, the missed calls from your mother, the receipts from corner stores. Instead, you look him in the face.

“I like your lungs. That’s why I worry.” He takes an imperceptible step closer, craning his neck to look at the sky. He’s scanning for something, the moonlight casting a dreamy glow onto his features. He’s softer like this, less angular and harsh. It’s only when his eyes flick towards you that you realize you’ve been staring. It’s been a while since you were this close to each other, but each tiny detail on his face comes back to you in time. They’re hard to forget, and you piece them together slowly, tinkering with your toolbox until you’ve put your memory of him back together.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you lately.” You manage to get the words out despite the intensity of the look you’re sharing. It’s a little overwhelming, to be communicating silently and upholding a verbal conversation at the same time. You can’t decipher what his eyes are saying, only that yours are begging him to do something, to move closer, to stay.

“I know it’s hard. We’re not much if we’re not there for each other.”

He’s thanking you now, you can tell that much. Raking a hand through his hair, he shakes his head. The bar door swings open, a couple exiting hand in hand. The woman shoots you a tipsy smile before turning back to her partner, stumbling as she clings to their arm. Spencer straightens his spine and clears his throat. A wave of something tinted vaguely green and almost jealous crosses your mind, but you gulp it down before you can say something stupid. Spencer speaks and you’re jolted out of the idea, focused on watching him move.

“It’s not your fault, and I’m fine dealing with it on my own. I know things are rough for you too.”

“Still. I should be there.”

He nods, and the silence settles into something slightly more tolerable than awkwardness. When did this happen? You’ve always been close, but held at arms length. Emily once told you that Spencer wears an emotional life vest, and it’s true. He mitigates all risk, at the cost of vulnerability. You don’t know much, but you know everything. You should have told him. How couldn’t you have known, that it’d be this difficult? How didn’t you expect that you’d never be able to walk away?

“You can tell me what’s going on, you know.” He reminds you, matter-of-factly. You shrug, hands in your pockets as you watch your breath grow cool in the night air.

“I’m quitting.” “Please don’t leave.”

You speak in unison, words jumbled and overlapping. His eyes widened in panic, already scrambling to formulate a response. You flush red, reaching to bridge the distance with a comforting hand on his arm. A slow ache built in your chest, the impact of his words lodging itself in your ribcage, a little delayed.

“You knew?” It’s peculiar; he seems to relax instead of stiffen, as if he was expecting it. Your hand takes on a new weight against his arm and you can’t decide whether to move or stay put.

“You’ve been pulling away from everyone. I saw you talk to Strauss the other day. Thought maybe you were getting your affairs in order, trying to make a clean break.” He offers, rushing through the sentence like it pains to say. As he moves, hands gesticulating wildly, your arm falls to the side.

Huh. You’re a worse profiler than you thought. You’d been discreet, quiet, private, yet he’s figured you out. You blink the feeling of defeat out of your eyes and stammer, trying to catch your breath. It’s impossible, with the way he’s looking at you. Like you’ve crushed his heart beneath your heel.

“You’re right. I’ve just been thinking, lately.”

He looks younger, in the dark. You’re reminded of late nights on the sixth floor, spinning chairs and too-long ties.

“We joined the Bureau right out of grad school. We were babies. I had no idea what I wanted, at twenty four. I still have no real idea what I want.” You scoff on the last part of your sentence, trying to diminish the truth of it.

“But I miss teaching. I miss students, and classrooms, and helping people on their good days, not just their worst. I’ve done great work, here. But it’s a lot. And I’m tired.” He’s understanding you, and this is uniquely infuriating. With a clear of his throat, he looks at you with a little glint of sadness in his eyes and it’s at this moment that you realize he wants you to stay. He’s too kind to tell you this.

“It makes sense. You loved TA’ing criminal psych, I remember. I can’t fault you for pursuing your happiness.” He squints, brushing at his eyes. I’ve had happiness, partly, because I’ve had you. “That’s all we can really do, right?”

“Tell me to stay and I will.” “You can’t ask me that.” His voice is hushed, accusatory, and you’re too focused on how uniquely angry he sounds to absorb the reality that he’s taken your hand into his.

“Why not? If you need me, I’ll stay.”

You’ve been wondering when the regret will kick in; apparently it’s underneath a stoplight, the smell of cigarette smoke more of a memory than anything else. He shakes his head, sniffing.

“You’re not the first person to go, and you won’t be the last. It’s my responsibility to learn to cope, not yours to accommodate me.” It hits you then, as the light from the street crosses his eyes and illuminates them a new shade of hazel. You don’t have to go. Not tonight, not ever. Not really.

“Spencer.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been fine before. I just wish we had more time, you know? I’d do things differently. It’s funny. We had so long, but it feels like no time at all.”

“Spencer.” You feel much younger than your years, tugging on his sleeve. He’s focused on something in the distance, and you don’t miss the shimmer of tears on his cheeks.

“I want you to be happy. I can’t take that away from you.”

“Spencer. I’m leaving the Bureau. That doesn’t mean I have to leave you, too.” This renders him speechless, his face blank as you realize just how close the two of you are. Neither of you move, though. You take in a tentative breath and feel the lapel of his coat between your fingers, trying not to get your hopes up. “Ask me to stay.”

“What do you mean? We just—“

“Ask me to stay with you.” You give his collar a tug with each of the last words, trying to keep his attention. His eyes drift across your face, pausing on your lips before it seems to hit him.

“Oh.”

A small smile pulls on the corners of his mouth, and you get the sense that you’ve won. He exhales, a little shaky, and you feel something a little like pride. This fades, though, when his eyes widen and he smirks as he begins to tell a joke.

“Nobody’s ever done that before.” He clearly thinks this is very funny; his grin goes a little crooked as he jokes. You ignore the melancholy tone laced beneath it; this is a happy moment, at its glowing core. By now, you’re half-hugging in the cold, pressed against each other in a lopsided embrace.

“Yeah, well. I’m not nobody.” You give his hand a squeeze, relishing in his warmth. He’s come back to life, a little. The color’s returned to his cheeks and he’s smiling with his whole face, cheeks split into a grin reserved for you. You rest your head on his shoulder, suppressing a smile.

“No,” he says, and you’re not sure that you’ll ever forget the feeling of his lips as they ghost over your cheek, the edge of your jaw, the shell of your ear. “You’re not.”

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[mewberii]

Streamer!Scaramouche [2]

thanks for all the support in the first part! i wrote a second part where scaramouche plays genshin + the reader comes in (i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, so let me know if there’s something off!). you’re a close friend of scaramouche and also a voice actor!

i had been planning this since i wrote the first part, but because i was busy and uninspired i couldn’t finish it. but here it is and it’s actually pretty long (over 5k words...)! i hope you guys will like this!! obviously he’s a little nicer than he is in game but,,, for the sake of the plot + it being a modern au, it had to be done sjnfdskjf

He was selected to play the beta for genshin because of his popularity and tbh he really wanted to play it

The game hadn’t really caught his eye all that much when he first heard about it but he saw how everyone online went crazy over it (plus other streamers who also were selected to play it in early access kept talking about it) and he became more curious to know what it would be like and if it’d live to everyone’s expectations

However he couldn’t really play it until it was officially released because he had a very busy schedule, and when he saw other streams of people playing it he was,,, lowkey jealous because it did look fun

When it was finally released and the game finished downloading and installing, he went live right away

And since so many people were looking forward to seeing him play plus the game was getting so popular so fast, that stream of when he first played hit his biggest milestone of live viewers ever

ANYWAYS skip forward to further into the game

when it comes to the gacha,,,

we’ve established that this boy is loaded. he won’t hesitate to throw some big amounts of money at the game to get every single character and weapon he wants and get their constellations to the max

i feel like he’d make little bets (and it works as a way to thank the chat for the support) like “if i get (insert newest character) in the first 50 pulls, i will gift 50 subs”

he’d be SOOOOOOO LUCKY it’d make everyone who doesn’t play think that it must be very easy to get the 5 stars or that the drop rate must be very high,,,

so in the end he’d have to gift the subs and it’d be funny to see the chat go absolutely crazy because everyone is commenting at the same time trying to see if they got lucky too and got the sub

but the chat goes so fast that they can’t even see their own comment after they send it sNDJGDJSK 

he’d end up turning subs mode on for a while because it goes crazy

and that’s when he’d see people going “I GOT THE SUB-” all excited and he can’t help but chuckle and congratulate them for being one of the lucky ones

probably another game he can use to play with some subs once in a while! they could play co-op and when he’s a very high level he’d go to the worlds of some of his subs with lower level to help them with whatever they need

SO, LITTLE SKIP HERE

this is where i want the reader to slide into the picture

you’d be a voice actor, and also you have been a friend of his for a very long time

he met you even before he started streaming and you were always so supportive of him, as he was of every and each of your dreams

in fact, he would have invited you over more than once to stream with him

people don’t say anything bc they’re afraid of scaramouche banning them (it’s happened before) + they understand it can be disrespectful... but…

some people lowkey ship you two a little bit,,,,,, you didn’t hear it from me. scaramouche don’t ban me----

so one day he’s making another livestream playing genshin (sponsored by mihoyo to promote the newest update and event) and they’re going to release a new character 

AND he has told everyone that you are the voice actor of the new character, who will be introduced in the event and is also getting their own banner

so everyone is very curious of what they’ll be like, if scaramouche will try to get them (obviously he will, he has every single character…. the amount of money he has put into the game…. just thinking of it gives me the heebie-jeebies) 

could he even,,, main them,,,,

spoiler: he won’t because he’ll stay honest till the end (and no hard feelings) but there are other characters that he has built up to the max just like them and still work better with the way he plays but he’ll still find a chance to use them often

he didn’t know anything of what the character you voiced would be like because you wanted to keep it a surprise and he knew his audience would enjoy seeing his first reactions

I think the character you voice in the game would have the role that Scaramouche has in the actual game, and their design would be fairly similar (maybe similar color palette) to the design fans made for him as a genshin character (the one i mentioned that he uses for popup notifs of subscriptions and all!)

needless to say he’d absolutely love their personality and the charisma you showed in their lines

of course when he finally gets them he shows everything about them including all their voice lines and he compliments y/n’s voice acting… that was the first time people suspected that....

mayhaps… scaramouche….

has feelings for you....

it’s in the soft gaze in his eyes,,, the gentle smile on his lips,,, his soft voice when saying “I think this one is my favorite line of theirs”

and just how BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL his laugh sounds when someone comments he should invite you and ask you to do that voiceline live for him and everyone else

he’d jokingly reach for his phone and be like “should i call them? i could” 

(but he wouldn’t because he doesn’t want to disturb you, you may be busy, considering you still hadn’t replied to the messages he sent to you before he started the stream a few hours ago)

if anyone dares be mean to you saying you got the chance to voice act for genshin just bc of scaramouche

or implies that he did something to get you there he’ll get quite mad even tho he won’t speak up about it (he might if enough people say it) 

people can see something shift in his gaze,,,, and he bans them permanently right away

it’d be kinda funny when he does those “reading unban requests” streams and he goes past immediately rejecting people who said those kind of stuff, not even reading the apologies JSNKJFNDSJKGNSDK

some people say he’s too strict about it but literally his stream his rules. people who don’t like him should just not watch him

and people who like him should NOT speak badly about you or doubt your talent and effort, which is what brought you that opportunity in the first place

one day he’d be streaming playing the game, he had been using your character and gathering materials to get their last ascension

and at one point he’d grab his phone and look at the screen for a second before putting it back down and saying he had planned something else for tonight besides playing genshin for a while

then, the doorbell would ring (before he could even close the game-) and it’d be heard from his setup room so people in the chat heard it and they’re all like???

it’s definitely not takeout because scaramouche never orders takeout when he’s on his own, he usually cooks for himself and just orders it when he’s with friends and they all feel like eating something different

actually, offtopic, but i have a feeling he’d be very responsible when it comes to food and like he’d cook himself proper meals all perfectly balanced and all- he could afford having someone cook for him but his house = his privacy and personal space so he’d rather do it himself

it’s like, past 10pm, so no way it would be a package or mail at that time

and then he says “we have a visitor tonight”

and then the chat goes crazy saying “CHILDE” “HARBINGERS” but mostly “Y/N!??!?/PLEASE LET IT BE Y/N”

AND IT WAS YOU!!!!

and omg you brought takeout--------

it had been a while since they had seen you in scaramouche’s stream and you didn’t have your own channel (even though there were many people who encouraged you to open one)

SO everyone was very excited

i feel like scaramouche wouldn’t be the biggest fan of eating on camera so you guys would put the food away so that you can eat it later on your own without an audience

and you two would just spend a while talking to the chat, watching videos

AND reviewing fanart and fanmade content together!! it’d be so cute especially fanarts of the two of you together, little animatics or comics of funny clips or memes from his streams of you two,,,

someone made a little felt plushie of the genshin character you voiced and the way you COOED because it was SO cute

only those who were truly paying attention were able to notice the soft smile on scaramouche’s lips and the way he looked at you as you gushed over how cute the little plushie is and how talented the person who made it is!!

also you’d tell him you saw signora make a stream where she talked to some of her fans on discord individually to give them advice on their life/problems (nothing too serious) and it was very funny and you wanted to do that with him someday

and he’s like “that… could be a huge mess. people could say some crazy stuff” and you’re like “NO but i talked to her about it and she said she got her mods to talk to them first and approve them before they moved them up to the channel where she was to talk to her”

and he’s like “still…….. what if people lie and then when they get to talk to us they say something-”

and you’re like “BOY!!!! DO YOU NOT TRUST YOUR FANS *GASP*” and everyone in the chat is also going “GASP” “HE DOESN’T TRUST US…” “IS THIS YOUR IDOL…..?” “SAY SORRY” (all good fun, obviously he’d love to talk to everyone if he could make sure there won’t be anything disrespectful said)

SO!!!!! you two say you’ll plan to do something like that soon and everyone is very excited, they can already tell it’ll be both super cute and hilarious

before he ends the stream, you two watch some videos together

some are about some upcoming videogames and he talks about them and what he knows and explaining things to you... he is.. so knowledgeable…

the way you look at him as he goes into a little rant about it… cinematic parallels with the way he looked at you before

ONCE AGAIN, people aren’t blind. they notice. but they keep it to themselves bc scary scara (the way i had to resist overusing this one joke with his name-)

so the stream ends and you two walk out of the setup room to go to his living room and eat the takeout you brought while watching something on tv

he apologises because the food is cold now, but you brush it off saying it’s ok, you had missed being on his streams and you two can just heat up the food again

he doesn’t look at you in the eyes as he mutters that you know you can join his streams whenever, and instead just says it as he makes his way to the kitchen to heat the food

you join him in the kitchen soon after and tell him you also bought something for dessert and put it in the fridge already before

and honestly he didn’t know how much he wanted to eat that dessert until it was in his fridge, so he can’t stop himself from sighing and saying “god, i love you”

there’s silence for a second, right as the microwave beeps as it finished heating the food

it feels eternal to him, but you immediately started laughing and said jokingly “of course you do! you’re welcome!” 

he’s happy you took it as a joke because that’s not how he planned to confess (he didn’t plan to confess anytime soon in the first place) but at the same time ?? he’s lowkey offended inside because? you took it as a joke?? is it so unrealistic that you wouldn’t even think that he meant it romantically?

it’s at that moment that he realises that if he didn’t want to confess before, now he does.

he wouldn’t want anyone to know about how he let that slip because he’s sure no one in you two’s friend group even knows he likes you

but you,,, actually,,,,, were actually caught off guard too because scaramouche wasn’t precisely one for words of affection and he showed his care for everyone with his actions

in fact, you had never heard him say those words before but well- it was kinda nice- if only he meant it as you feel it- but he couldn’t, right? who’d confess their feelings so casually while looking at a dessert in the fridge with desire-------

that night, it gets pretty late and to be honest he’s a little too tired to drive you home as he usually would, so he asks if you’d like to sleep over

it wouldn’t be your first time doing so, not even the first time you stayed unplanned, and he had a couple guest rooms that you could use so you accepted

also, staying for longer meant you could keep watching some more of that series with him without worrying about it getting late

or,,,

“actually” you said in a low voice, almost a whisper, since it was getting late and you two had been in complete silence while watching the series “i lowkey still wanted to stream some more”

he scoffs but then lets out a short chuckle, replying in the same volume

“it’s past 2am, who’s going to watch me stream now?”

“i would” have mercy for his poor heart- “but i’d be the streamer too this time so it doesn’t count” 

“what even would we do”

“can we play that co-op game you played with childe? it was so much fun” 

had you not brought it up, he wouldn’t have offered that ever because? if he had recently played it with childe he didn’t want to stream it again and make it feel repetitive for his audience 

(jokes on him because when genshin came out they put up with it being the only thing he streamed for over a week. they’d rewatch any game if it’s you two playing it)

but to be honest, he didn’t really want to stream anymore that day and just wanted to be with you, just you and no one else

he got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway, making you look up to him in confusion for a second, but then started getting excited knowing this meant he was going to let you play it with him

“i don’t really feel like streaming anymore today, but we can still play it. let’s go”

the next day, you two wake up around the same time and make breakfast together

scaramouche i feel is not very talkative in the mornings 

in fact, i feel like he’s just not the most talkative in general. he’s more the type to listen, but it’s different during his streams because he’s doing what he loves and talking about what he loves

and when it comes to you and he talks more it’s because he’s talking to who he loves----

before you’re going to leave and you’re standing at the door about to say goodbye to him, he suddenly speaks up before you can

“do you want to go somewhere tomorrow?”

you raise your eyebrows in curiosity from the sudden request, but then smile at him and nod

“yeah sure! what do you have in min-”

“it’s a date” he said, interrupting you, which was weird enough of him (since he would never interrupt you), but his words were even weirder-

“h-huh?” you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, and scaramouche just repeated his words

on the outside, he looked so casual and just, confident- bUT INSIDE he was actually panicking a little bit 

but just a little bit.

After a moment, you smiled at him again, this time somewhat more shily but also excited for your date!

“I look forward to it”

Just with that, you two knew you had made the first step

You weren’t just friends anymore

You two had hung out on your own many times before, in fact and as it was mentioned before, you two had even slept over at his house or yours many times before

but it had all always been purely platonic, and you guys had never even questioned that aspect of it even after realising you had romantic feelings for each other

he’d spend the rest of the day thinking of what you could do the next day, as if he hadn’t been brainstorming for ideas all night either

i feel like he hasn’t gone in many (if not any--) dates before

solely because he has never been interested in romance plus he had never liked someone or at least, not as much as he liked you

and even when he found out he felt something for you, he just always told himself he was okay with how things were, because he’d never experienced anything beyond friendship and didn’t feel the need to try and maybe ruin the friendship

SO he didn’t have many ideas of what a good date could be

he definitely didn’t want a cliché corny date, but he really didn’t have any idea of what was good enough for a date

(and if for future dates you want something he’d consider a “”cliché corny date”” he’d do it for you and actually enjoy it)

the last thing he wanted was to have to ask you what you could do for your date

1- because he didn’t want to show you any side of him that didn’t look like he always has everything under control and he’s always composed (as if you wouldn’t want to see every side of him, even his most vulnerable sides- you’d have to work on that with him when you two become official)

2- he… kind of wanted to surprise you…..

but it really got to the point where he really didn’t know what you’d like the most (or what he’d like the most too) and what he wanted most over anything else is to not disappoint you in you two’s first date

SO he finally texted you asking if there was anything special you wanted to do (and therefore indirectly admitting he……….. just really wanted to ask you out. so much he did it without thinking of what he’d do if you said yes--)

you didn’t seem to mind, and in fact you were happy he asked for your opinion 

overall, scaramouche was very independent so he wasn’t one to ask others for advice, opinions or anything, much less for help regarding anything

“how long has it been since we last went to the arcade? we could go there! i heard from childe that they added new games!”

and he’s like !?!?!?? THAT…. is…….. the perfect idea

“that actually sounds perfect” he admitted, and the message brought a big smile to your face 

“just don’t get mad at me when you lose at all of them” he sent right after, teasing you, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh out loud

“the last time i won in your favorite game” you reminded him, and even after he read your message, he took a little bit to reply

(he needed a second to put the pieces of his pride together SJNFKJDS)

“don’t get used to it, it won’t happen again”

“we will see about that” the more you two joked like this, the more excited you got thinking about tomorrow

scaramouche was sure now that it’d be a great first date that you’d both remember forever

the next day, it was almost the time for the date and scaramouche was going to pick you up at your house

i feel like scaramouche would be very fashionable and even in his style he doesn’t try to hide that he’s loaded…

not that he cares about buying cheap clothes, literally he’d say if he likes it and it’s good (aka it’s not cheap because it’s made of something that won’t make it last longer than 3 weeks) he’ll get it

but it just so happens that many times… the clothes he likes most are from famous brands…

AND THIS DAY!!!!!! he’s putting together one of his favorite outfits because it’s a special day

it almost hurts me just how nonchalant he’d look on the outside, making it a little hard to know exactly just how much this date meant to him (because as i said he’s not one to be very vocal about his feelings or even his thoughts)

BUT i trust that you… since you know him well…. can see past all that and you know that this is not just anything casual to him. this is special.

STILL!!!! he’d try his best to not let the blush rise to his cheeks and show, as well as to not let his voice shake when he complimented that you looked very good

ANYWAYS i think i think Scaramouche wouldn’t be one for big pda

the most he’d do where anyone can see is hold your hand or put his arm around your waist

WHICH IS WHY he’d try to be all smooth (and he would manage) reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours

he wouldn’t make eye contact because then he’s sure it’ll show on his face that he’s getting somewhat flustered, but he’d still ask if you’re okay with it, to which you said yes

the area where the arcade was is always somewhat crowded so when you two were getting there, scaramouche would tighten the grip on your hand a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t let go and you’d be pulled apart by people trying to walk past however they can

you know that if you two got serious about your relationship, he would want to be the first person to share the news with his fans

BUT since he was so popular now, you two lived in a pretty big city and now were at a popular area (+ scaramouche wouldn’t be the type to try and hide his identity because he’s never had people make a fuss when they recognise him)

you were a little worried someone would see you two and maybe take a picture and post it online and it’d go viral before he can admit it himself

because of that, you end up throwing back to him the question he had asked when he held your hand 

“are you sure this is okay?”

your question confused him because he didn’t know what you mean, so he finally looked you in the eyes and waited for you to explain further

“it’s just- what if somebody sees us and recognises you?”

he looked away from you and back at where he was going, taking a few seconds to answer before he just shrugged

“i don’t care”

you softly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you waited for him to say something, and almost missed the way he whispered

“as long as it doesn’t affect you”

for someone who seemed and actually tried to seem to self-sufficient, who appreciated his friends but was also okay on his own because he was absolutely comfortable with himself, he was actually…

more selfless than people would ever know, especially when it came to you

you two would have SO much fun in the arcade, trying every single game many times

this time though, scaramouche won in his favorite game so he lived up to his words

you two won so many tickets you literally didn’t even know what to do with them once you got the couple prizes you were interested in

you bumped into a couple fans of his, so you talked for a while

once again, you were met with suggestions of opening your own streaming channel, and even scaramouche said “i’ve told them that many times too, but they always say they think their streams won’t be fun enough”

and the fans are like “NO!! literally everyone thinks you’re super nice and fun!! of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but we’d love it!!”

one of the fans (exaggerating a little as a joke) said “i’ll be your number 1 fan i swear” and the three of you laughed, except scaramouche who just scoffed and smirked 

“i am ALREADY their number one fan. but good try” <- scaramouche in his head. say it outloud u coward.

but at the same time it was a joke scaramouche chill pretty much everyone knows you’re their number one fan……. even though you think you’re so smooth………. they just don’t say anything 

they were very nice and fun to talk to and you knew scaramouche and you didn’t really want anything else from the prizes, so you offered you two’s tickets to them

“we don’t really need these anymore so maybe you’ll have more use for them!!”

they got SO excited, the way their eyes lit up :( scaramouche is convinced you’re an angel but he’s also very happy to see how joyful his fans got because those were more than enough for the prize they really wanted-

so after that cute little interaction and having used up your energy for competition, you two leave and think of buying some ice cream or a milkshake or something to end the date nicely and to enjoy while you walk back home

the arcade was not exactly very close to where you two lived (it was far from your house, but even farther from his-) so he asked if you were okay with walking back or if you two should get an uber or something, to which you said you were okay

walking back with him meant!! a little more time you could spend with him

and he was happy you said that because he was feeling the same way and still didn’t want the day to end

we’ll see more about the kind of things he likes and dislikes if he’s released as a playing character BUT FOR NOW i really get this vibe that he’d LOVE boba tea

i even think he’d?? enjoy tea in general??? classy boy…

SO you two would end up going to get some boba 

it was very touching how, when reading the flavors they had that day, he suddenly and casually went “oh, they have your favorite” and you looked at the one he was pointing at and !!! indeed it was your favorite!!!!!!!

he remembers this kind of details very well

you take the chance to talk some more as you’re walking home

scaramouche asks about your job with voice acting and you tell him that you actually have been recording some new lines for your genshin character lately because in the next update there’ll be an event involving them

he’s looking forward to it but he teases you a little asking if it’s okay for you to spoil him with such information

but it’s okay because it’s not like he’d tell anyone, especially knowing it could get you in trouble

when he drops you off at your house, he has a hard time saying goodbye

literally you’re standing at your door and he’s in front of you, a couple steps away, looking away from you

you don’t say goodbye either, mainly because you know scaramouche is working the courage to say something, and you can also sort of guess what he wants to say

you think of saying it first, but then think that it would make scaramouche proud to be honest about his feelings and confess first

“i’ve liked you for a long time”

you can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face, unconsciously reaching a hand up to slightly cover it

“i feel the same way” you replied to him in a soft voice

he took a deep breath and exhaled it softly, finally lifting up his gaze and making eye contact with you

it was already dark outside, so you couldn’t appreciate the faint rosy blush on his cheeks well

“can i kiss you?”

your eyes widened for a second, not expecting him to ask and if anything, thinking he’d just step forward and do it

so you were a little embarrassed and caught off-guard to reply properly, so you just nodded and put your hand down as he took the last couple steps and his face was right in front of yours

he’d cup your cheek in one of his hands, feeling the warmth of your skin

you closed your eyes, and he looked at you for a second longer before he finally leaned in and closed the short distance that separated your lips

at that moment you both knew that you had been missing on so much more when you two just settled and were content with your friendship

but!! that was about to change now, so it was all worth it

after that, scaramouche would make clear that this would be the first day of your relationship!! and even if he didn’t say it with words, you could just feel his happiness!!

so!! after that, because of work you two got a little busy the next couple months so dates weren’t very frequent 

or at least, they weren’t dates like the one you first had

but still whenever you two were free he’d go over to your house, or you’d come over to his to play, stream together, or literally just spend time together doing anything

he wouldn’t let people know you two had started dating straight away (if anything, only his other streamer friends -aka you two’s friends in common- knew)

but the day he said it, he wanted you to be there

SO one day you two were streaming and you were currently reacting to one fanart of you two together

so he looked at you and you made eye contact and it was like you two spoke with your eyes like

“do we tell them now”

“let’s tell them.”

so scaramouche would clear his throat and without closing the fanart, he’d say he has something he wanted to announce

everyone was excited thinking it’d be some new project, maybe involving you

maybe some merch??? and the fanarts had reminded him of it???????

BUT THEN he straightforwardly said

“y/n and i are dating”

and everyone goes aBSOLUTELY CRAZY

amidst the chaos, you two catch a comment saying “will you unban the people who shipped you two” and you laugh

and you look at each other like “did you read that one?” “yeah”

and scaramouche is like “yeah, i guess i will have to unban some people”

and when some get unbanned they’re like “fREEDOM!!!!”

and jokingly they’re all like “APOLOGISE!!!!!!!! SAY SORRY!!!” so he just laughs and you join them being like “!!! apologise!!! you banned them for it and!! look at you now!!”

so he ends up trying to hold in another laugh as he mutters a halfassed ‘sorry’ and everyone starts commenting claps and hearts and celebrating that he apologised. now justice has been made.

the rest of that stream suddenly feels livelier and brighter!! you two are laughing a lot and so is everyone in the chat!! 

and also the new genshin event would’ve already just been released that same day so you can talk about some of your experiences with recording or what you thought of it

and scaramouche would let you play it yourself!! (he still hadn’t played it) and it was also the first time you played genshin live!! you’d show people the characters you have and everything and tell them some anecdotes

people would be SHOCKED because you!? don’t have the character you voiced!? D:

and you’re like “yeah… i pulled for them and used up all my primogems and… didn’t get them”

and your banner is back because of the event, so scaramouche won’t let this slide!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL GET YOUR CHARACTER.

your luck is terrible compared to his so at one point you’ll literally feel bad for how much he’s spending for you to get it

but he doesn’t mind at all and everyone is having fun so!!

and once you finally get them you’re sO HAPPY and everyone in the chat is celebrating

and you think it’s over but scaramouche is like ???? what are you doing?? open the wish page again. you’re going to get them c6.

and you’re like oh my gOD PLEASE NO DON’T SPEND MORE MONEY ON ME FOR THIS

but he won’t listen and he’ll do it

so!!! he’ll always do his best to be the best boyfriend he can be for you!! so you better give him your heart!!!!

[revenant-dumpster-fire]

I was wondering if you’ll ever update your rev fic? I really love your writing and the story is absolutely amazing! <3

I believe I have what might qualify as wonderous news for ye:

Mayhaps you read a post where I complain about a "problem chapter" for The Lost Files that has been clogging up the proverbial pipeline of content?

Mm, yes, I am certain I have mentioned it.

Well, it is written.

Completed.

The above word count is the completed chapter that has been nothing but dastardly for my output for a fortnite or a few.

I am procuring a beta reader, grammatical checks must be done, plus another read-through, and perhaps even some additional details added in post.

As you might presume from my manner of writing, I am a wee bit tired and perhaps not particularly lucid after all this work. Apologies for all the delay.

I am looking forward to releasing my writing here as soon as the final checks and balances are completed and have passed quality inspections.

Trust me, I will release it the moment it is ready. I have been sitting upon this for far too long for any modicum of comfort to still persist in this reanimated corpse of mine.

...

But yes please don't read my odd syntax or diction as sarcastic or condescending in tone, I'm simply still in-character persé, and I struggle to reacclimate myself to a normal manner of conversation after a long session of writing or other exhaustive character work.

Also I may be manic but we shall not bother with the obvious answers when typing so florally is so utterly delightful.

As always, I genuinely am grateful for your continued interest and support. I really do not suspect I would have ever thought to write anything were it not for you all. I genuinely hope what I have in store is an enjoyable continuation of the chaos I have set in motion.