#outlander has closed eyes

[rin-rin-kururin]

Actually... I'm curious do you have any ocs?

If so I want to know :3

I do have a few of my fictional worlds with ocs in them, but I have them mostly in written form. I think you might like the one with the fantasy setting. Disclaimer: I think of my worlds as if they were a videogame, so a lot of my explanation will make sense if you think of it as an RPG! 

In short, it's about a party that tried to defeat the bad guy but eventually got stuck because of an impassable door. At least, that's the premise of it. In order to get this door open, they have to retrace their steps through different locations and search for clues. They are revisiting previous places from their journey while simultaneously retelling the story that happened there (through interactions of the party with each other or the world's reaction). The story expands on some side characters that were either a mini-boss or a guide before but were forgotten after their perspective zone was cleared, and adventures might even ask them for advice. The past resurfaces, the story thickens, the world actually gets bigger, and everything like that, but it only exists in my head for now ^^

As for the party, here they are:

✧ Hero Syndrome (he/him)  The shiny knight is here to fulfill his duty to the country. Has an engagement on his mind but barely thinks about his fiancée (and it worries him). Modest, brave, too tense.

✧ Drowsy Outlander (she/they)  Ever sleepy outsider with an aptitude for magic. They're dreamy and always half-asleep. In reality, she is just always squinting (in dire need of glasses). Peaceful, dozy, docile. 

✧ Tricky Troubadour (any/all) An elf with a secret that might tarnish their reputation! He has an ability to boost up morale and protect her allies. Funny, charming, annoying.

(There are actually four of them but I'm not sure about how to describe them. Just keep in mind + 1)

There are a few interesting side characters that will come up later in the story (and I just like them, so I HAVE TO mention them):

❖ Mirror On The Wall Actually just a shapeshifting entity that takes on the form of whoever looks in the mirror. It loooooves to tease adventures, but it especially loves to annoy Hero guy (and I think of them as Link and Dark Link sometimes, if you get it). They're like a ghost living in a gloomy castle. I lovingly call it a doppelgänger (<33333). 

❖ Knowledgeable Shopkeeper They're appearing throughout all locations and always raise questions about how they could possibly get into the last dungeon and sell their goods there (did they get a license from the Demon King??). They're breaking a fourth wall a little and amusing Outlander with this. (Some time later, after the end of the game, I think they hit it off with her, actually). 

The thing is, most of the characters have at least a few things that they keep secret, and it's what makes them very aloof with each other. But after traveling together and forging bonds, they do start to open up. It's like support conversations from fire emblem where eventually all uncertainties will be cleared and secrets revealed. I haven't named them properly, but maybe one day I will. 

[thefrsers]

Outlander| 2.08-"The Fox's Lair"

[sapphiressmoke]

Outlander IV

Summary: She doesn’t know how it happened but they were calling to her to come closer. Touching it was never suppose to uproot her life and transport her somewhere she never thought she could see and witness. She has to try her best to survive if she wants to get back, right?

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen X Modern!Reader

Characters Mentioned: Criston Cole, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Helaena Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen

Warning: Vulgar language (ass, whore, cock) mention of sexual acts briefly

Word Count: 3.9K

Previous

a/n at the bottom 🫶🏻

With the moon passing over Kings Landing, Aemond did not dare to take his eyes off of you as you slept. The young prince didn’t think you came to realize that you were in his room, but nonetheless, it didn’t matter to him. Anyone would say it was improper for an unwed lady to be sleeping in a man’s room but they didn’t know the full story. Well, neither did he but he wanted… No he needed to know you were safe. He watched as you chest raised with each breath and then deflate once you breathed out. Breath in. Breath out.

He had this fear that if he, himself, fell asleep that maybe you would disappear. Every so often, he would walk up to you to just study your face. The candle that burned next to his bed illuminated your face perfectly. He saw how your long lashes laid against your upper cheek, how your lips were slightly separated when you breathed out, how your eyebrows creased just slightly… Every little thing about you was perfect. You stirred for a moment as Aemond brushed a piece of your hair out of your face. He would shush you back to sleep, as if trying to sooth a crying babe.

Suddenly, the air in the room shifted and Aemond felt the hairs on back of his neck rise. “You must protect her.” A voice spoke behind him. Aemond stood up abruptly, turning to try and see who had entered his room.

He walked a few steps ahead, keeping your sleeping figure behind him so he could keep you out of harms way. He unsheathed his sword and looked around to see if he could spot anyone in the surrounding area. “Who goes there. How did you get in here.” His voice boomed, commanding.

A glowing violet eye shimmered in the darkness, a glimmer of blue went and gone “All is well Aemond, at ease.” The figure walked in the shadows but never steps out to reveal himself. “I come with a warning.”

Aemonds eyes followed the eye hiding in the darkness, ready to attack if needed. He watched as the figure stared at you with a longing look. Despite not seeing the perpetrators face, the eye held strong emotions. “What could you warn me about? Show yourself.” He tried to not yell as he did not want to wake your sleeping figure behind him.

“Your own downfall will be your anger and ego. Those who are family will try to put you down and take her away.” The voice explained gently, calmly, as if trying to not scare an animal in the wild. “Hold her close to your heart and do what your gut tells you to do.”

He dropped his sword to his side, still keeping a strong grip upon the leather of the hilt. “And what is that suppose to mean? You don’t even know anything about me.”

He watched as the figure stepped out of the shadows, the face first appearing to be a man with a stoic face and short hair silver hair, wearing the conquerors crown, then morphed into a softer featured man but still sporting the short silver hair until the last face was his. His hair was untied and his eyepatch seemed long gone. “We are you.” The rest of his body stepped from the shadows and walked towards the bed to sit next to you. “Life is cruel to those who love with big hearts. We are familiar with heartbreak. It wrecks you from the inside out. Every soul is bound to another and some may get lost along the way but they are always bound to find one another. She has found her way back to you.” Aemond watched himself sit next to you, they were both watching you sleep peacefully. “You must be careful with who you call family because they will try to use her to their advantage. Keep her close.” His hand skimmed over your cheek before he stood up and looked at Aemond. “You love her greatly and she loves you greatly. Don’t take it for granted.” And with a blink of an eye, he vanished from Aemond sight.

He stood there in disbelief, trying to process what had just happened. He knew he has seen those faces before and would this mean that there were such things as reincarnations? Was he apart of a greater story than he was aware of?

“Aemond? Are you okay?” He hadn’t realized that had woken up while he was lost in his thoughts. He turned to see that you were sitting up while your right arm held you up, your eyes still full of sleep and your hair disheveled.

You couldn’t quite see his face in the dark but you could see that something was bothering him deep within his mind. He strides before you and stroked your head. “Yes, yes I am Y/N. I’m alright. How are you feeling?”

You felt him place his hand against your forehead, searching for any heat. You took his hand by the wrist and placed it down. “I feel alright. My head feels a bit heavy but that’s all.” You played with his fingers, trying to figure out what to say. “What are you doing up? Have you slept.”

“Of course I have.” He lied straight through his teeth and you knew it. “A noise from the hall woke me up not too long ago.”

You laughed softly. “You are a terrible liar, Aemond. You are still fully dressed and you have your sword scabbard still attached to you.” You watch Aemonds gaze fall to his hip and you could only imagine that his cheeks were red from being caught in a lie. You scootched over a couple of inches and patted the spot next to you. “It seems to still be late in the night so I request that you undress into your sleep attire and join me in the bed for the rest of the night.” You smiled a bright smile that he could not refused.

“I-It’s improper.” He stuttered. He wanted to accept but he knew that it was wrong to lay with a woman when he and she was unmarried.

You thought back to your history lessons of royalty family and you remembered learning that everything was improper before marriage. No touching, no sleeping together, not even being alone and this must be breaking every rule that the prince was taught. “If we do not touch, would it still be improper?” You asked.

He looked at you and sighed. If you were a sin testing him, he would gladly accept it. “Fine.” You turned over so your back was facing him as you let him undress. You heard the sounds of laces being untied and hooks being let go. You felt the bed dip in as you assumed he was removing his boots. By the end of the undressing, he was left but just in his chemise intimate clothing. You turned over to face him when you felt him lift the sheets to go under. “You know, you’re on the side that I usually sleep on.” He jested when you finally faced him. “But I don’t mind sharing this one time.”

He felt your gaze looking at his face. More specifically his eyepatch that still laid upon his face. You went to grab the leather strap to take it off but Aemond was quicker to grab your hand and bring it back down towards the mattress. “Not yet. I can’t.” He shook his head. “It is not a pretty sight that I am ready for you to see.”

You brought his hand to your lips and placed a simple kiss on the skin of his knuckles. “I will not rush you, Aemond. I will gladly look at your one beautiful eye for now.” Despite knowing you for less than 48 hours, he has felt more love with you than with anyone else in his life. His heart felt as if it was tied to hers and wherever she went, he must go. “I hope this isn’t too improper for you, Aemond. I don’t want to cause you too much stress.”

It was his turn to play with your fingers as he tried to figure out a way to respond. “Despite was the Faith says, I do not care in this moment nor ever while you are here. What happens in here is for us only. Now, hush up and close your eyes. It’s time too sleep.”

You feigned offence with a small gasp. “It is not me who lied about being asleep this whole time. You must close your eyes and find sleep yourself, young prince.”

For the next part of the hour, Aemond and Y/N spoke about nonsense while never letting go of the hand that they previously held.

‘We are you’ were words that plagued the one eyed prince for the rest of the night.

We are you.

A knock on the door was what woke up the young princeling from his sleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eye to try and fully wake himself up. He heard you stir next to him as you dug yourself deeper into the pillow, trying to stay asleep for as long as possible. When sitting up in the bed, he bent down and grabbed the pants that he previously wore and pulled them then striding towards the door. He pulls open the heavy doors to be greeted by Ser Criston. “Good Morrow, my prince.” The Knight bowed. “Your mother, the Queen, requests an audience with the Lady Y/N. Alone” The knight peered into the room to see you sleeping in the princes bed still. He cocked an eyebrow at the scene but stayed quiet.

Aemond nodded, looked back at you and then back at Ser Criston. “Of course… Let me wake her and I will bring her.”

The Knight shook his head. “I’m sorry, Prince Aemond, but she requests the audience to be alone with her. She requests that I bring her up myself, the Queen advises that you must have greater things to tend to.”

He looked back once more upon your sleeping figure and sighed. “Okay… Okay. Give me five minutes and I will get her up. Did mother tell you what she needed?” The knight shook his head saying no. What would his mother possibly want with her? He closed the door behind him, leaving Ser Criston on the other side of the door. He approached your side of the and started stroking your exposed cheek. “It’s time to wake up, Y/N.”

You groaned and raised your hand to Aemonds lips, shushing him. “5 more minutes please. Shhh.”

A smile played on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed it back down on the bed. “I wish I could give you more time but my mother… The Queen… She’s requesting an audience with you, alone.” You head snapped up at the statement he made. He brushed your hair behind your ear to have a better look at your sleepy face. “I’m not sure what she needs but Criston, the knight that was with me when I found you, is outside the door waiting to escort you.”

You slowly sat up in the bed, your mind was racing at the thought of meeting the Queen. Was she going to banish you back to the forest? Question where you came from? You had no idea how you could answer that question. ‘Oh yes my Queen, I’m from, what seems to be, the future and I have now travelled to the past. It also seems that your sons ghost guided me to the stones that brought me here.’ She would certainly think you were insane and send you somewhere.

“O-Okay.” That was all you could muster. “I guess I will put the clothes on from yesterday and go. Yes, that’s the plan.” You shakily stood up from the bed and all Aemond could do was watch you. He felt the stress role off of you but he didn’t know how to protect you from this.

Those who are family will try to put you down and take her away. Hold her close to your heart.

Alicent watched her father sit in the chaise in her room as she paced the floor, picking at her cuticles. “This could mean so much more for us, Father. This could help our cause of putting Aegon on the throne as the rightful ruler.” She continued to ramble on until Otto butt in.

“My dear daughter, please explain what you mean.” He demanded.

Alicent stopped her step and stared at her father. “The girl! She was found by being guided by the White Hart. Ser Criston can vouch for this, father.” She took a seat next to Otto and placed her hands in her lap but continued the picking. “We all know the symbolism behind the animal

is royalty and it appeared to her and Aemond.”

“And who is this girl?”

Alicent took a deep breath before continuing. “We have no idea. She was found at the Stones of Many a Moon being guarded. There is something about her and she will be our key.” The Queen took her fathers hands in her own. “We must treat her as one of us, as if she is family. Whatever she wants, she must get. Same goes for Aemond. We need them on our side. We need them happy.”

Otto looked at his daughter with a pleased look, knowing that what she was saying was right. “You are right my daughter. They are the key to success for the realm. We will treat her with respect but we must keep a close eye on her.” He tapped her hands and proceeded to place them on her lap. “I’ve heard she has roomed with Aemond last night.”

“I heard the same… It’s highly improper but if it is what they want, they shall receive it. The news of her becoming must be kept within the council. It must not reach the ears of Rhaenyra. She will try everything to take her.” The Queen thought back to her childhood friend but quickly shook the thought away as the doors to her chambers proceeded to open.

Ser Criston Cole bowed before introducing you to the room. “My Queen, Lady Y/N has been brought as requested for an audience.” The Knight made eye contact with the Hand of the King before nodding his head towards the elder man who took to his feet and left the room to leave the two of you alone. You couldn’t help but notice the look that the man and Alicent shared with each other. As if they could speak telepathically.

Alicent stood up and walked towards you and brought you into a quick hug that you couldn’t even return from the speed. “Lady Y/N, I hope you are feeling much better.” She took a look at her Kings Guard and thanked him for the service and to wait outside the door.

You weren’t sure how to react to the sudden affection, causing you to stumble over your words. “Yes yes, thank you, Your Grace. The rest was quite needed.” You smiled at her. You remembered seeing her quickly at the campsite. The longer you stared at her, you more you could see that her eyes held emotion the same way Aemonds did and facial manoeuvres were quite similar.

You felt her grasp your hand and guide you over the lounge area to sit with her. “Please, when it is just us two, call me Alicent. Drop the formalities.” She smiled, still grasping your hand. Her thumb grazing over your knuckles.

“If that is the case, please call me Y/N. Drop the Lady, it makes me feel higher than I truly am.”

“Of course, Y/N.” The Queen continued to smile but there was more meaning behind the smile that she let on. You watched as her deep eyes eyed you up and down, looking b at what you were wearing. “I see that you are still in Aemonds garb from yesterday. It seems that you have no clothing here… I shall request for a dressmaker to come for measurements for you at once.”

A sudden wave of uncomfortable took over you. You weren’t use to be getting doted on, especially by a mother figure. Your mother took care of you, yes, but she could not find the time to sit down with you and just talk. “I can’t accept that. Are you sure, your Gra- Alicent.” You corrected yourself.

All she could do was give you a motherly laugh, basically saying that she would do what she needed for you. “Of course, sweet girl, I can’t have you running about in my sons clothing.” She gave your hands a light squeeze. “If you need anything and I mean anything, you come let me know. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

A small smile played on your lips played in your lips but your eyes kept fleeting back to the door where you saw the older man. Was he the king? “The man who was here just before, was he..?”

“The King? No.” She shook her head and a solemn expression took over. “That is my father, the hand of the king. Currently, his grace is bed ridden as he has been sick for quite some time now but I assure you that once he is up for some visitors, Aemond and I shall bring you to meet him. He would be very pleased with you.” Perhaps meeting you, hearing how you were found would surely persuade the sick king to change his mind of the heir. He himself believed prophecies and symbolism more than anyone. She held your hand tightly, scared that letting go would put the green cause 10 steps back from where they were heading. “Now, let’s talk about dresses.”

Perhaps she was the mother you always dreamed of but to her, you were just a pawn in her game.

Aemond roamed the halls of the Red Keep, his mind continuing to play out what he had seen last night. He knew the faces he saw were familiar, he must have seen them depicted somewhere before in his studies. The words said by himself kept playing through his head ‘Those who are family will try to put you down and take her away. Hold her close to your heart.’ He hadn’t realized that he walked towards his sister room until he heard her soft spoken voice call him. “Aemond.”

He turned his head towards the open door to see Helaena embroidering as the twins played on the floor. “Helaena.” No matter the mood, just seeing his older sister made him smile. Perhaps it was because it was her innocence and kindness he admired or the way she was soft spoken but he always smiled. He entered the room and took a seat next to her. “How are you, sister?”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m quite alright. The twins are eager to fly out with you.”

He loved his niece and nephew and would protect them any cost. They had been asking at least once a week to fly out on their dragons but the Dragon Keepers have agreed that they are not quite there yet. “Has Aegon not offered to bring them on Sunfyre?” As the questions rolled off his tongue, he thought that he already knew the answer to that. “Nevermind. The time will come for their turn to be in the sky.”

She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked up at him. “Time is suppose to move forward but it seems that it chose to move back this time. Time can be stalled by greed.”

He looked down at his sister, trying to understand what she was trying to tell him. He knew she would have moments where her phrases would make no sense to anyone but herself. “What do you mean?”

“Time is being kept in place by emerald. Cut the cord and let time move freely.”

The silence that was left after her voice was broken by the booming voice of their elder brother. “Aemond! There you are!” Aegon stumbled into the room, his own legs causing him to trip here and there. At the sound of his voice, the twins nurses had decided to take the twins out of the room, muttering something about the twins needed time outside. “If I heard correctly, you have soaked your cock in a whore!”

Helaena could feel the tension beginning to rise already at his words. “Aegon, please stop.”

Aegon came up behind Aemond, placing his hands on his younger brothers shoulders and giving them a harsh squeeze. “Come on Helaena! Have some fun. Our dear brother here has had a stick up his ass for such a long time. Getting his cock wet will definitely lighten him up.” Aemond started to tense under the words of his brother. “It may not be a proper whore, from what I’ve been told though. I’ve heard that you had to go deep in the woods to find her. Was she tight? Did she gag and spit all over your cock? She must be good since you brought her back here and have her sleep in your room!” Tick Tick Tick. “Maybe when you’ve had enough, you can pass her over to me for some fun.”

Tick.

Aemond stood up faster than anyone could see and had his hand wrapped around his brothers throat. “If you speak of her that way one more time, my hand will be my sword and your head will be rolling on the floor… dear brother.” At the end of his sentence, Aemond pushed his brother backwards, causing him to fall down and cough from the pressure on his throat. “I’m sorry, sister.” He gave a quick nod towards his sister and rushed out the room to try and control his temper.

He rushed towards his mothers quarters, hoping to find you and just be with you as you were the only person he wanted to see in this moment. As he rushed towards the stairs, he thought he heard a voice from the Gods themselves call out his name.” Aemond!”

He looked up and the biggest smile reached his lips as he practically skipped steps to see you. It seems that you were being escorted back to his room after speaking with his mother. “Y/N.” He grabbed your elbow, allowing himself to feel grounded. He looked to your behind left to see his mothers loyal knight. “Ser Criston, I can take her from here. Thank you.” He heard the cornish man say ‘you’re welcome’ as he bowed and headed back towards the royal quarters. “It is weird for me to say but I missed you in your absence.”

You brought your arm up to squeeze his hand. “I can say the same.” You both stared into each others eyes, not bothering about the world around you.

SOO we are introducing more lore to the story. If you know who Aemond saw… shhhh he doesn’t know. I have such plans. Next chapter, I’m going to dive into more of the readers adaptation to this time period since it’s only been one day since she’s been found. We can also already see what’s brewing with the Hightowers.

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ok but what if

What if Ghost was a knight (again) and then there's a spoiled, presumptuous lady who's bored (again)

She's the kind of princess who was dearly loved because she was a girl. No one knows why, because everyone knows girls are a liability. But she has been treasured and sheltered all her life, she always got everything she wanted, and now she's stupid enough to fall for Simon who has lived a life full of war and torment and who is not the kind of stray dog you would want to feed.

Our poor lady doesn't know she's playing with fire when she's toying with her father's (Price?) most loyal soldier: a brooding, tall, broad man who got his knighthood after this campaign or that. This outlander, Simon, catches her attention because he rarely speaks and never smiles, but makes her smallclothes wet because he has an ill look about him: a broken nose and a thin lipped, downturned mouth. This sir is looking everyone from under his brow like they're mere children in his eyes. The only time she's heard him speak is when he's barking orders in the courtyard.

She teases and teases and teases him: flirting every chance she can get, giving him soft brushes that barely remain within the bounds of propriety. She bestows heated stares that linger a little too long, she licks and parts her lips when they walk past each other in the cold, dimly lit corridors of the castle. He never returns any of her flirts.

Except the stares.

She can feel his eyes on her even when she's not looking. That coal-like stare is fixed on her wherever she goes: it's hot and cold at the same time, like embers that are kindling under long-forgotten ashes.

He's interested… But only in a way that a hungry, beaten, suspicious dog is interested when it's staring at a meaty bone, trying to decode if it's a treat or a trap.

He finally has enough one day when she dares to smile at him: softly, knowingly, like a whore in a tavern.

The gauntlet closes around her neck like an iron collar. She can smell the horses and the sweat and the dirty leather as the man she has dreamed of seizes her and pushes her back against a wall.

"Is this what you want? Hm?"

She finally hears him speak: dark, gravelly, and borderline exhausted from all the games she plays. Were he to hold her a little more tightly, she would call it a choke, a soft and slow strangling. The intensity is enough to make her heart flutter and her stare escape somewhere to the grey stone wall. There's no way she can meet that heated stare, now filled with flames and lust.

The knight she used to fantasize about is about to snap. The stoic, cold man is about to lose control at any given moment, and she's about to lose her maidenhood along with that shattered self-control.

He presses his whole body against her: leather and steel and hardened muscle, all that rough, well fed, thick flesh forged in countless battles is pressed against her frame like she is nothing but a flower. Her woolen dress is a poor shield against all the hard ridges of his armour, the pommel of his sword digs into her side painfully, but she pays it no mind. There's something equally as hard and demanding pressed against the apex between her legs. She's forced to rise to her toes from the way he drives his swollen cock up her cunt, and even if there's layers and layers of clothing between them, she can feel the heat of him.

"'S not a good idea to tease a starved dog," he snarls while watching her lose her confidence. All of it, because it was only ever a charade. A silly daydream of a silly young woman, just an attempt to distract herself, a pastime game that happened to turn into a dangerous obsession.

And he growls. He actually growls like a hound when she's suddenly so weak she can't even provide him with an answer. It's a dark rumble that meets her chest, a hot, slow breath that passes across her frightened skin. She feels like floating: his cock raises her from the ground as he tries to fuck into her through their clothes. The ironclad hand has never even seen mercy as it turns her head to the side for him to have a good sniff of her neck and hair.

"Sir," her lips tremble; her whole jaw is making it clear that she's about to cry soon. There's not enough stones on the wall for her to count if he decides to take her here. "Simon…? Please, sir. I'm a virgin…"

[velvetchrry]

━━━━ THISTLE AND BARLEY

pairing: johnny “soap” mactavish x f!reader

2.7k. during a solo trip to the scottish highlands, you find yourself transported back in time.

The chill of the evening air prickles along your skin. The spring breeze envelopes you, circling her prey. You are a rabbit, and she is a fox. She waits, patiently, until you are unsuspecting, and then sinks her sharp teeth into your soft skin.

It seems like you are the only one to really feel the chill — but you are an outsider. An outlander. A stranger. There are a few other foreigners here like you, but mostly it’s the residents of Inverness.

You get some relief when passing by one of the many bonfires littered through this valley. The entire night sky was alight — but not with stars. No, those are almost impossible to see compared to last night. There are enough fires lit in the valley to cause light pollution to seep through to the night sky.

Everyone here is clothed in a flowy, bohemian white gown. A beautiful crown of flowers rests atop your heads. Beltane. The official start to summer.

You didn’t know you would be here tonight until the last minute. The hostess of your bed and breakfast was the one who mentioned it to you this morning. It’s your last night in the Highlands so you figured, why not? Your solo travel adventures are about to come to an end. What’s one more night with no sleep?

A lit cave sparks your interest. It’s small, basically just an opening that goes 8 feet or so, but it’s lit up with candles everywhere. They're arranged in some sort of pattern, but you can’t make out exactly what it’s supposed to be. The air in here is even colder somehow — settling in your bones. You cover your upper body with your arms as best you can, unable to stop yourself from entering this ethereal place.

When you get closer to the wall, you see it has something painted on it. The paint is hard to see, even with the candle light. The same pattern is marked on the cave wall that the candles make on the floor. It’s old, flaking. You let out a breath and you watch as it rises in front of you.

The wall is shifting. Shimmering. It looks celestial. Like the night sky. You rub your eyes. It must be the heat from all the candles.

You turn around to leave but are startled by the sight of a woman at the entrance. You recognize her — it’s the owner of your bed and breakfast. A greeting almost escapes your lips but when you catch the look on her face you can’t seem to speak. Mouth hanging open, you just stare at her. She glides to you effortlessly, lithe for her age. Her fingertips are black as they reach out to you. It happens in slow motion. At least, that’s how it feels. She slowly reaches out to touch you and you stumble back, almost into the wall, just out of range.

“Yer where yer meant to be lass. Remember that. You have to remember. This was destined for ya.”

You shake your head to try and get a grasp on what she’s saying to you. Your tongue is suddenly heavy in your mouth. “Wh.. what?”

“Goodbye, lass.”

Before you can open your mouth to speak, she pushes against your shoulder with a firm hand. You stumble, and brace for impact into the cave wall.

Falling. You’re falling. It’s black.

There is no cave wall.

“D’ya think she’s a witch?”

It's morning, that much you can tell. Birdsong flits down to your ears and the sun is bright against your closed eyes. The grass caresses your body.

“Dinnae think so. Not sure what to make of ‘er.”

You try to remember what happened last. How you got here. Where you are. You brain is fuzzy, feeling like you’re suffering from a hangover. Wait — that’s not right, you didn’t drink last night.

“Let’s just leave her.”

Beltane. The celebration. That’s where you were. In the valley near Inverness. You were wandering. There were fires. Dancing.

“No. We’ll bring her to the castle.”

The cave. Oh god, the lady from your bed and breakfast. She followed you, she pushed you. She said something to you. What did she say to you?

“Yer off yer fuckin’ head, boy. What’ll yer Da say?”

You have to get out of here. You are supposed to be out of here. Your flight out of Inverness leaves this morning. How did this happen?

“I cannae just leave her here.”

Sunlight floods your eyes when they shoot open. A groan escapes you, and you cover your head with your forearm. You struggle to fully sit up, headache assaulting all of your senses.

“Aye, lassie? Ye hearin’ me?”

You rub your eyes and look up to who’s speaking to you. It’s a man in his late 20s. He’s wearing a kilt and it isn’t until you look around that you notice almost all of them are. You saw a few men in Inverness wearing kilts but, not quite like this. They look like an authentic historical recreation.

He’s… handsome. The one talking to you. Pools of blue eyes stare into yours, a hand reaching out to you. You gingerly take it, and he helps you stand. “Ye got a name, hen?”

Still in a bit of a daze, you give him your name and take a second to get your bearings. The cave you remember from last night is just behind you — but there are no candles, or paint on the walls. There’s no evidence anyone was in this valley last night. Where are the pits and scorch marks from the bonfires? What about the string lights that were strung along the tree trunks? Even the grass doesn't look like it’s been trampled on by a hundred or so pairs of feet.

“I’m Johnny of Clan MacTavish. May I ask, what’re ye doin’ out here hen?”

You swallow thickly. “I.. erm.. it’s Beltane. The party?”

“A druid.” The tallest one says. He’s one of the ones not in a kilt and has a deep British accent.

“Ah,” Johnny’s face lights up in understanding. “And yer out here alone?”

“I… uh…” you stutter. You’re not sure what’s happening. They really don't know about the party? Most of them look like and sound locals. “I guess… I am?”

“Where ya from?” one of them asks. He’s got a stout build and a thick set of facial hair.

“Well, I’m an American… I’m just… just traveling…”

You pause when you notice their interests peak.

“Which colony ye fae?” someone asks.

Your eyebrows scrunch together. “Colony?”

“She’s a British spy!” another shouts. You flinch.

“Ah, she’s no bloody spy. Look at her,” the tall one from earlier says. “Aye, we never had any spies like her before,” the stout one agrees, coming up to Johnny’s side.

Johnny hums. “I cannae leave you out here to fend on your own, spy or no. Can we take ye somewhere?”

You pause for a moment before speaking. “Inverness?”

Johnny nods and his men grumble, but go back to their horses. He motions for you to follow. You watch as he struggles to get up, wincing in pain and almost falling. The tall one comes up behind you and grabs you by the hips — lifting you ontop of Johnny’s horse and causing you to yelp. “Up ya go.”

Your body goes rigid as Johnny reaches around you to grab the reins. “Ain’t gonna hurt ye, hen,” he murmurs. He kicks the horse into gear and you’re off, still wondering what’s happening to you.

Maybe someone is filming a movie nearby.

You don’t have much of anything to hold onto, so you keep your legs clenched, body stiffened. Johnny notices this, wrapping his big arm around your waist for support. The group keeps a brisk pace, chatting with one another about things you’re unfamiliar with.

Panic starts to seep in when you see the River Ness, which bysects the city. “Where are we? Where’s the city? It should be visible by now.”

“Yer looking straight at it.”

Your breathing picks up rapidly and you try to focus on not hyperventilating. This was not the Inverness you had been in just yesterday.

“No…,” your voice is a soft whisper. “No, no, no… this can’t be right.”

The horse comes to a stop as Johnny tugs on the reins. “What is it, lass?”

The men start to grumble around you as the rest of the group comes to a stop. “Where’s the city? The buildings? Where’s the airport? This is… this isn’t right.”

“I dinnae ken what yer talking about hen but… that’s Inverness up ahead,” Johnny says softly to you.

“I… I don’t…” you stutter.

“Aye, what's goin’ on? Why are we stoppin’?” someone shouts out.

Johnny shoots him a look and walks his horse a little ways up to give you two a bit more privacy. Tears start to well in your eyes, and your nose has that familiar prickle like it’s gonna start running. You’re afraid to ask, but you have to know. “What year is it?”

If Johnny is confused why you’re asking, he doesn't show it. He speaks in a matter of fact tone when he says, “1724.”

No… how could this happen? You can just jump back in time 300 years… this is impossible. This can’t be real… this can’t be. But you saw — you saw right where Inverness is supposed to be. You recognized the landmarks. And it’s just… not right.

“Do ye still want to go to Inverness, hen?”

What are you going to do? There’s no aiport, hell — the America you’d go back to wouldn’t be the same. And what, do you hop on a boat for months and go back to a different world?

“I… I…” You suck in a shaky breath. “I don’t have anywhere to go,” you finally admit.

“I’ll take ye to the Castle,” Johnny states confidently. “Give ya a chance to figure out where yer going.”

A single tear slips down your cheek. Johnny calls out to the group that you’re headed to the Castle and you tune out the cries of them asking why the hell you were going with instead dumping you in Inverness.

The Scottish countryside passes by in a teary-eyed blur. It’s like you blinked and suddenly night is falling, the sun almost completely dipped below the horizon. Your stomach aches with hunger. You’re in an unfamiliar area, surrounded on all sides by trees. Johnny slows his horse, and the rest of his party follows suit. The tall one from earlier glides off his horse with ease and walks over to pick you up off of Johnny’s horse. You watch in a daze as he also gives Johnny a hand, as he struggles to get off his horse.

You look up at him after he is back on the ground. His white shirt seeps red near his bicep. You're not sure how you didn't notice it before. It’s got a brownish tinge to it now.

“You’re hurt.”

He waves you off. “Ach, jus’ a scratch, bonnie.”

He doesn’t stop you, just observes as you walk over to his side. You gently pry back the sticky fabric of his shirt. There’s a decent sized gash through his arm, red and angry. It looks like the start of an infection; like it might need stitches.

“It's not just a scratch if you need help on and off your horse. Did you clean this after it happened?”

“Clean it?” he tilts his head slightly as he asks.

“Like, rinse it? With water, at least?”

He shakes his head no.

You bite your lip as you contemplate. “Does… er… does anyone have any alcohol?”

Some of the guys burst into laughter. One hands you a flask. “Dinnae think you’d be one to get pished, lassie!” he exclaims.

You ignore him and get to work, ripping the bottom of your flimsy white dress. It tears easily under your fingers. You push it into Johnny’s hands and he holds onto the fabric unquestioningly while you uncork the flask with your teeth and again peel back his shirt.

“This is gonna sting a little,” you admit quietly.

He winces and grunts as you pour the alcohol down his arm, the men breaking out into cries of protest at the loss of booze. You place the cork back in the bottle and drop it on the ground. The man who gave you the flask quickly swipes it away from you before you can waste anymore.

Johnny places the ripped fabric of your dress in your outstretched hands. You tie it tightly around his arm, and while he grimaces, he doesn’t complain. You give him a gentle pat on the shoulder when you’re done.

“You’re probably gonna need stitches, but that should hold you over for a bit. Hopefully it’s not infected, or you're gonna need something stronger than alcohol.”

A voice from directly behind you makes you jump out of your skin. “Told ya she was a druid,” the tall one says.

“Aye,” Johnny agrees. “We could use someone with yer skills at the Castle. Our druid can’t…. well she ain’t as nimble as she used ta be.”

You aren’t sure what to say to that so you watch silently as the boys set up camp for the evening. “We’ll reach home come morning,” Johnny tells you at one point. The sun is gone now, the temperature dropping rapidly. The Beltane gown provides no heat and you scoot as close to the fire as you can without singeing off your eyebrows. You ditched your flower crown long ago.

The tall one hands you some food and you eat quietly while the rest of them chat around you. The stout one from earlier and the tall one sit next to each other and observe you, talking lowly to themselves. You try your best to ignore them.

Johnny walks over and sits next to you. “You should get some sleep, hen.” He’s close enough to you that his kilt brushes against your leg.

You swallow thickly and gnaw on your lip. You nod your head in agreement but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to sleep tonight. The reality is, these men are strangers in a strange time — even if one of them has been showing you kindness.

Johnny moves even closer to you and you can’t help but tense up. He's maneuvering his kilt around, tugging on the end of it.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting my plaid loose. Cannae let ye sleep in just that shift. You’ll freeze.”

You cross your arms, trying to keep in more warmth. “I’ll be fine.”

He covers your shoulders and instantly you feel warmer. A scent of musk and pine surrounds you, earthy and male. He opens his arm to you, waiting for you to lean against him.

“I meant what I said bonnie, I won’t hurt ye. I’m just keeping warm. Yer teeth chattering is making my bones rattle in my head.”

You can’t help the small chuckle that you produce hearing him tease you a little bit. It serves to make you feel even more comfortable around him. You nod and move in further under the plaid, while he wraps his good arm around you and rubs up and down your arm.

“Yer frozen solid,” he murmurs. “Why ye out here in just a shift anyway?”

“It was… uh… apart of the festival.”

He hums in response, still rubbing you arm up and down, up and down. You find a comfortable silence, leaning against him and listening to the conversations around you. Johnny adds his two cents every so often but mostly just sits beside you quietly.

You can feel your eyelids start to get droopy, your head nodding off every so often, but you fight it. You fight the urge to fall asleep. It’s so much harder now that you're warm. So hard when you’re feeling a small bit of comfort from the touch you're receiving.

You don’t even realize your head is on Johnny’s shoulder right away. You start to sit up, but he grips you a little more firmly to his side.

“Sleep, lassie. Yer safe with me.”

[uplatterme]

love bites ♡

—cannibalism, s&m dynamics, bondage, blindfold, ball gag, double penetration, toys | dom!reader/sub!aether, s!reader/m!aether, reader is not gender-specified but does penetrate, aether's genitals are referred to with both cunt and cock (it is mentioned he has two holes + a cervix, but i didn't intend for him to be afab/intersex i just wrote ig?) —this is short. it's been in my drafts because i wanted to add more but i think this is fine tbh.

The ground below Aether is entirely soaked with his fluids. Both of his holes are filled, being controlled by the remote in your hand. It’s currently at a steady rhythm, but that doesn’t stop him from whining.

Aether’s head tilts back, a muffled groan erupting from his throat as another hit from your whip laid against his bare skin.

His steps staggered on the floor, only able to stand up with the tip of his toes as his wrists were tied too high to the ceiling, his short stature being barely even able to touch the ground with his feet.

It’s only been a couple of minutes or so, maybe an hour? He couldn’t tell accurately with the gag and blindfold numbing most of his senses so that he’d only focus on the pain you were giving to his rear.

The room was quiet except for the occasional screams and hitting, or the liquid that squirts onto the floor as Aether moans loudly onto the ball gag.

It was never easy whenever your jealousy took over you…but it was definitely fun. Especially for the immortal star whose skin was starting to bruise.

“They don’t deserve you.” Your voice rings in his ears.

“You don’t need to think of them, just focus on me.”

You take off the gag, dropping it mindlessly as it clatters on the ground. Next followed the blindfold, and though his eyes were stained, that didn’t take away from their shine.

With ease, you pull out the vibrator in his front. His wetness leaves a trail as you easily pull it out with how wet his insides are.

Aether flinches at the way he’s suddenly left feeling empty.

Although that doesn’t last long as that’s when he feels you stretching his hole, filling him tightly until he’s squirming onto nothing, unable to hold himself or even crawl away.

“If I can’t keep you in here, I suppose I’ll just leave enough marks so everyone knows who you belong to.” 

Aether whines at the prospect. He knows it’s a useless threat, especially with how he heals much faster than humans. Stil, he did appreciate the—Oh.

A loud scream leaves the outlander’s throat dry.

“Hnnghh—Aahh…Haah!”

His entire body shakes from the pain, his movements causing you to go deeper into him. A cry leaving him from feeling everything all at once.

He did not expect you to do that.

“S-So mean…” He breathes out, watching the blood from his shoulder drip down his body. Yet there’s a matching red blush on his face, as if what you did was something all normal couples do.

“You taste good.” You compliment, the torn flesh going down smoothly as you swallow.

Aether’s face leans towards you as if asking for you to share what his own body tastes like. Your lips close together, his tongue grasping the remains from you biting a part of his collar. He’s never tasted himself before, though that thought was always something he was curious about, the only problem was that he was too much of a coward to do it.

You two continue kissing, you pressing deep into his cervix, the pain coursing through him as he matches your rhythm.

“You’re so cheesy…” He states after he finally pulls back.

“What else am I supposed to do if you keep healing through all the marks I make? Hopefully, this one lasts more than a week.”

“It will…Maybe, you can just bite me again to be sure…” He suggests.

“This is supposed to be your punishment, you know?” You remind him, though it’s difficult to stay mad with the kind of faces that he pulls against you.

“It’s not my fault you get jealous easily.” He refutes.

“I don’t.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Aether says, smiling as he snickers a laugh which quickly gets cut off when you continue thrusting into him again.

“You speak when I tell you to.”

He doesn’t get to argue this time, his mind too focused on the way he’s getting penetrated so deeply. He’s forced to take each pounding, each inch that rubs against his walls sending him closer to another orgasm. His choked-up sounds continue to leak out with the thought of you being so possessive of him.

Your hands reach his cunt, his swollen cock begging to be touched. And so you fulfill that wish, earning another whimper when you slap his cock.

He’s so out of it. He loves how his body feels so much of a wreck, his sweat mixing with blood, and eventually with his cum.

He pants, his hands still tied up. His entire body trembles, the feeling of you pulling out is so agonizing itself. He wants to keep you in, he needs it. He has to take advantage of you as he doesn’t know how long until he can experience this high again.

So with a shaky voice, he asks.

“More?”

[abyssruler]

to you, who loved me most

scaramouche x gn!reader

four snippets, four drabbles, four realistic takes on popular tropes with the person scaramouche was before he became the wanderer. or — soulmate au, time travel, reincarnation, and isekai with the sixth harbinger.

character death (reader), scaramouche being a horrible person, implied dark themes

SOULMATE AU - soulmates share each others’ pain

For as long as you could remember, your heart has always felt hollow. Empty. Your mother once told you that your soulmate must have a heart disease of some kind—but no, this isn’t pain. You know what pain is.

Pain is the electricity crackling through your veins, sharp pinpricks like a thousand needles trying to protrude from your skin. It is staying up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because of the ache in your joints as if someone is pulling you apart only to glue you back together, like one of those porcelain dolls you always see being sold at the market.

You know what pain is, and it is not the apathy you feel when you discover who your soulmate is. It is not the stark-white heat that overcomes you as your soulmate’s hand pierces your empty, hollow chest.

Pain is the ache you finally feel in your nonexistent heart, a moment before you close your eyes.

And you’ve never known comfort—you’ve never known a lot of things—but you think comfort is the arms that hold you as you choke on your own blood. Comfort is the cold chest against your cheek as you breathe your last, dying breath.

Comfort the voice in your ear, a whispered plea, an apology, one last wish for you to stay.

TIME TRAVEL/TIME LOOP

It’s pointless and foolish and he’s a monster, and you know you should stop coming back, stop greeting him with that same smile you always give whenever you first stumble upon him, dazed and confused and so, so kind and innocent after awakening from his slumber.

You should run from those deceptively angelic looking eyes, but you can’t. No matter how many times you’ve died and come back—the amount of times you’ve died by his hands—you can’t stop coming back and hoping that this time, maybe it’ll all turn out different. That this time, he’ll turn out different.

And perhaps this time, he’ll finally love you back the way he did during your first loop.

REINCARNATION

It was your fault. You shouldn’t have been so kind to him. So warm and bright and innocent, giving him all you have without expecting anything in return. All he knows is to take and take and take until not even you had anything left to give. And still, he continues to take what he perceives to be rightfully his until you’re carved hollow from the inside out.

But you shouldn’t blame him, it was your fault in the first place. You should have known better than to treat strangers like him so kindly.

He has bound your soul to his. Til death do us part, but Scaramouche will not let even death take you away from him. So even if you decide to take your own life, you can never truly escape his grasp.

In your next life and the ones after that, he will always find you, and you will always love him back until you see the monster hidden beneath the veneer of a pleasant smile.

ISEKAI

You’re here. You’re really, truly here in Teyvat.

The most logical thing to do would be to seek out the Traveler, a fellow outlander who would keep you safe until they reach the end of their journey, but you’ve always been reckless and stupid. So you seek out the most disliked Harbinger and join the Fatui under his ranks.

You thought it would be like the fanfictions you secretly read, where he’d notice you and fall in love with you and you’d live happily ever after. But reality is often different from what you expect.

He is harsh, but not the fun, amusing kind of harsh you once watched and read. He is living and breathing and right in front of you, spitting the most horrid words anyone has ever said to you. You once fantasized the scenario of him being mean to you, back when he was fictional and dreamy and not an inch away from taking your useless, pathetic life.

And as you stood in place, blinking back tears that would send him over the edge should he see it, you wonder why you ever thought you’d enjoy it.

[iamsuckateverythingtobehonest]

Between The Wall

Pairing: Sagau!Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether finds solace in the voice, he once hated and now loves.

!Warning!: First Time Writing, might be bad!

Part 1/3

Aether's first memory after he woke up from his long slumber is hearing a voice talking. It was distant but felt close to his ear but he saw no one near the vicinity.

He pushed himself up from the ground, patting his hair to clean off the remaining sand that stuck on his clothes.

'Where is this? How long I have been sleeping?'

Aether's eyes enlarged when he looked up to look around.

The world... He looking at is incomplete like it was just building itself. The sky had sun but it was dark, the birds that were flying in the sky moved without flapping their wings. The ocean and the sand he steps on, doesn't make a sound.

Aether started walking trailing along the shore, his frown evident. He doesn't know what to think about his situation at all, his first thought is to search for his sister who has been taken away fromm him but now he doesn't know what to do when he doesn't understand what kind of world he is in the first place.

Once again the voice he heard came up again, they sound frustrated but unfortunately, Aether couldn't understand the language they spoke, he couldn't decipher any of it even from the language he learned from another world he visited.

None of it fit.

Abruptly, Aether is frozen in place, his step is halted like some force holding him in place. He struggles through it, but his body doesn't respond to him, only his eyes can move to feel which wide as far as he can be.

Aether felt fears through his veins and fate, 'Lumine...' Aether's last thought before a bright light consumed him.

Aether opened his eyes with a jolt, breathing heavily, he turned his head when he felt movement only to meet with his beloved sister's eyes.

"L-Lumine..." Aether uttered, he quickly embraced her which surprised the other.

"Aether? What's wrong?" She said, worriedly.

"I have a long dream that you and me-"

Aether doesn't manage to say the rest of his words when everything happens so fast. He froze in place when fighting midair to escape before his sister was taken again.

Again they were separated.

Accompany with a voice that screams with him before his world becomes dark and consumes the bright light again.

"Lumine!"

Aether woke up again on the same beach but it was complete. The sun that bright, the bird flapping its wings, the sound of the ocean, and the sand he stepped on.

It's different, the voice too no longer there, and for a few months he is there.

He then meets paimon whom he saves from drowning, and not long after that excited voice enters his eardrums, this time the voice is clear like the flow of river.

Aether's eyes widened involuntarily which Paimon comments on, confused.

"No, it's nothing," he shook his head but then he heard a squeal, he still didn't understand the language but his cheeks went a bit red when he heard his name between the squealing.

But the moment is gone when Aether's body starts to move by itself around the beach, slashing at the bushes, running after golden crabs and Lizard, and jumping every step take took.

He almost died by drowning when the body suddenly moved to swim in the ocean and by the end of it, there was is treasure chest behind the rock.

The whole time Aether's face is full of terror, he even loses the capability to speak, he can't even ask for help from Paimon.

Suddenly he regained his body control and there was a light glow around his body. His body felt a little bit stronger and his stamina increase after the effect was gone.

He hears a gasp from Paimon, "An artifact blessing!"

"Artifact blessing?" Aether asked quietly, hugging himself, still feeling spooked by what just happened.

Paimon's nodded, "Uh-huh! You are so lucky even as an Outlander! You don't even have a vision but you got a blessing from the creator itself!"

"Creator? Do you mean Archon?"

"No! Archon is different from than Creator, The Creator is the one who created the world we live in right now, one of the people that even Celestia respect and believe in!" Paimon said, waving her hand around to prove her point.

"You will see!"

Paimon brought Aerher to the status of seven, the Anemo God. "Look up, if you see the clock the Anemo Archon wore, it belongs to the creator!" Paimon started.

"Each Statue has at least one or two things they hold of Creator belonging on their statues which to show they were favor by them!"

Aether looks at the statues, his face looks firm, and has a lot of thoughts in his head.

"What if...you can hear the so-called Creator's voice? They even can control your body anytime they please...what would the person be then...?"

Paimom blinked with a frown evident on her face, "That...would be...dangerous,"

"Huh?"

"I-I mean! Everyone herein Teyvat even the Archon loves the Creator if they know someone who can hear their beloved Creator and even can be controlled by them..." Paimon trailed off as she crossed her arms in troubled faces, "The person certainly would be a target."

"...I see," Aether nodded, "you still don't answer my question, Paimon."

"Well, that just means, the person is the Creator's vessel, and The Creator is fond of them to even let them hear their voices." Paimon said, "Also having a Creator by your side certainly will bring a lot of fortune, power, and a bright future to your side right?"

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 2 EPISODE 04 || LA DAME BLANCHE ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

"It's… difficult to explain. It's… it's like… I think it's as though everyone has a small place inside themselves, maybe, a private bit that they keep to themselves. It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives—maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else." His tongue probed his swollen lip unconsciously as he thought."You don't show that bit of yourself to anyone, usually, unless sometimes to someone that ye love greatly." The hand relaxed, curling around my knee. Jamie's eyes were closed again, lids sealed against the light."Now, it's like… like my own fortress has been blown up with gunpowder—there's nothing left of it but ashes and a smoking rooftree, and the little naked thing that lived there once is out in the open, squeaking and whimpering in tear tryin' to hide itself under a blade of grass or a bit o' leaf, but… but not… makin' m-much of a job of it." His voice broke, and he turned his head so that his face was hidden in my skirt. Helpless, I could do nothing but stroke his hair.He suddenly raised his head, face strained as though it would break apart along the seams of the bones. "I've been close to death a few times, Claire, but I've never really wanted to die. This time I did."

Cap 36 ~outlander /ep 2x04 La dame blanche

[wishluc]

Fair Play

CW: Yandere character, jealousy, mentioned abuse of authority

PAIRING: Yandere! Neuvillette x GN! Reader

Sigh…I can’t get him out of my head

Whenever Neuvillette makes time to visit the Champion Duelists’ arena, it's only ever to see you fight.

He reasons with himself that it is only because of the fascinating way you weave your battles. He is far from the only spectator to these duels—not just anyone can earn a place among the Champions, after all—though he is the only one who remains silent when the crowd erupts in cheers and praise. He prefers to send his compliments privately, through a regrettably short conversation after the audience has cleared out. He thinks you might appreciate his thoughtfulness, because you always stand up a little straighter and smile a little wider when you see him approaching you, ever so bright despite the sweat painting your skin.

Anyone who has watched your duels would say the same, would sing the same praises that he calmly conveys to you—that your movements are graceful, your strokes swift and your stance sharp. That you are a marvel to behold. He observes how your eyes narrow as your sword slices the air, and he finds it a breathtaking sight. Your duels—your skillful attacks and quick steps are a form of art, one that you embody with every lunge, swing and pause, and one deserving of a revering audience.

—However, he does not tell you all this in detail, as Furina had advised him against it. He settles for simpler statements; “You are extremely talented. Thank you for using your abilities to uphold honour and justice,” among others, and he is rewarded with your eager gratitude, your smile and your joyous call of his name.

Regardless, he's not pleased with all the attention directed at you.

He could understand those who admired you and your abilities. It was only right that your hard work be recognised, even if the cheering crowd often took your attention away from him. But the way the Harbinger looked at you was with an unsettling kind of admiration, running too close to bloodlust and exhilaration, that made his fingers clench and his gaze harden unbeknownst to himself.

You respond with your usual grace, listening intently to his introduction (Neuvillette pretends it does mot bother him how you seem unbothered by his status as a Fatuus, and a Harbinger at that), and smiling at his compliments. He wonders if you’re pleased by his praise, if it’s his status that leaves you awestruck. The Harbingers must be good fighters, too, and Tartaglia had his fair share of scars to prove his prowess in battle.

Then, he asks you to duel him.

In itself, the request is not an unusual or unreasonable one. Duels could be requested (and at times commissioned), though Neuvillette was unsure if outlanders knew of this, or wished to try their hand at it.

But seeing that it was the harbinger—Tartaglia—who was asking, Neuvillette could not help but be suspicious of his intent. Even if it was only a fight he wished for, why did it have to be you, out of all the Champion Duellists? And why was he so...close? He had moved closer to you now, a lopsided grin on his face as he suggests taking him on as a partner sometime, assuring you that it would be fun. Neuvillette hopes you find his self assuredness just as irritating.

Instead, you humor his offer.

"A duel?" you look amused, "And what for, Master Tartaglia? Your honor?"

Tartaglia laughs, his head thrown back, "Anything you want."

The teasing air of your words sends a chill down Neuvillete's spine. The skies darken as his heart thunders, misery gripping him painfully. He wonders if he ever sounded as natural with you. If his words had that same ease, or if he sounded as awkward as he felt around you. If you would ever think about treating him with such informality, like you would a friend.

The obvious fact that you did not acknowledge him as such only further glooms the sky and his heavy heart.

The Harbinger walks away, apparently done with accosting you, and you turn to catch sight of him in the distance. Your steps quicken and your smile widens as you approach Neuvillette, a spark in your eyes that he tells himself was missing before. You say his name in a delightful way, teeming with cheer, and he questions, not for the first time, if you could hear the awe in his when he had the chance to call your name. He wonders if you’d be upset by the possibility.

“You were wonderful, as always.” You glow at his words.

“But that person you were talking to,” He hesitates, “Was that a friend…?”

“No, just someone interested in a duel. Though he did seem a little intense.” You shake your head, “No, I suppose there are people like that, hungry for fighting. There is quite a thrill to it.”

“And will you?”

You shrug, contemplating your answer for a few more minutes.

“I don’t know. Somehow, I have a feeling that he’s going to find trouble soon.”

Neuvillette, in the back of his mind, recalls the sentence for treason, and conspiracy. He promptly shoves that thought to the corner, where tendrils of frustration and envy reach to carefully cocoon the unjust idea. He is the Chief Justice, and he has to remind himself of the fact—his feelings should not affect him.

But you are a Champion Duelist of the nation, one who upheld the justice he strived for in your actions. And you are at risk of being manipulated by this criminal. Would it not be cruel to allow you to stray any further?

“With an appetite like that, it’s likely. But I would advise against it for his sake.”

You chuckle at that, fixing your gloves, “It would be foolish of anyone to wreak havoc here and risk making an enemy of you, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

That was true—Wasn’t his duty to exact justice for your sake? And when you spoke of him with such admiration, how could he let you down?

For once, he thinks he may be able to put aside any concerns for justice. There would be no need to involve the public or consult the Oratrice. This was his personal sentencing, to satiate his own raging thoughts—judgement excecuted by his very hand.

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[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 4 - Reunion

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request from ao3: Make one where they have a child but the female character doesn't tell Mavuika that she is expecting a child and distances herself from Mavuika please 🙏🙏

warnings/mentions of: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, talks about hypothetical major character death.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

"Mavuika?" you whispered, hearing her hum, clinging to her clothes as you buried your face in her neck. A sob escaped your mouth before you stop it, your lover holding you a little tighter as her ears picked up on the noise.

"I'm here, my darling," your achon cooed, pressing her lips to the crown of your head as you held onto her desperately.

"I've missed you." The words wouldn't escape your mouth without some force, your emotions getting the better of you thanks to your hormones, but Mavuika didn't know that.

"I've missed you too," she whispered, gently pulling you back so she could look you in the eye, as tears streamed down your face, "I'm sorry I've been so busy that you felt like you couldn't approach me."

Your heart fluttered, closing your eyes to lean into her touch as she cupped your face, "the Pilgrimage and the Night Warden Wars are more important..." you began, but Mavuika didn't respond. "Natlan needs you." Burying your face back into her neck after your archon wiped away your tears.

"You needed me, and still need me." Mavuika argued, but she knew deep down that you were right. She was the Pyro Archon... Natlan's people are her priority, but that includes you.

She could remember when she first met you, approaching the Scions of the Canopy to look for information on her family. Ancient names may have documented those warriors, but many people didn't receive them, yet still should be remembered.

"If you're looking for history from 500 years ago... your best chance is Chasca and Chuychu's younger sister. A wingless, but the drive to dig up as much history as possible has found many tribes a lot that was thought to be lost." Your Uncle Wayna advised the Pyro Archon, who thanked him for his help.

"Any idea where she could be found? Chasca is a peacekeeper, and Chuychu is a doctor, but..."

"Despite the sisters arguing against it, she moved out into her own place, plus... she's better with an outlander wing glider than with a qucusaur." Wayna explained, letting out a sigh, "there were rumours of her not even being from Natlan, but... she doesn't remember anything from before she was found and taken in by Chuychu's parents."

"I see..."

Mavuika kept this in mind as she approached you, spotting the intrigue but also sadness in your eyes when you caught sight of her. It was like you saw right through her walls, helping all you could to dig up information on her parents and younger sister.

"I hate that you'll never truly get to live. You ended your life early 500 years ago to be here, and then you'll sacrifice yourself for Natlan again if you need to... you'll never get to grow old, find love, have children and watch them grow up... you're so selfless, Mavuika. Natlan would get to live, but you wouldn't. You're so determined to save Natlan, but you don't want anyone to try save you." you confessed after many nights helping Mavuika with her plans.

She hadn't wanted to let you in, you weren't a warrior, (despite the training she had heard about from your sisters) or an ancient name bearer... You'd figured out too much just from your research, putting together the pieces to realise her sacrifices. Past, and future.

Maybe it was a moment of weakness, a moment of selfishness, that first kiss, that first touch, but Mavuika couldn't resist. She held back, hesistating as you frowned, realising why she had stopped.

"It's okay. I want to, not because you're Haborym, or Kiongozi... but Mavuika, so please..." that was all it took for Mavuika's restraint to be gone, leaning in to finally let her lips meet yours.

She could never have thought that that moment would have led to this. You, exhausted, crying in her arms as she held you close, wishing she had more time with you than less than a year.

"Please, don't go. I just... need to feel you a little longer," you began to beg as she shifted slightly, pulling you on top of her, until a squeak of pain escaped your lips.

"Did I-"

"No, no. It wasn't you, I'm just..." you hesitated, realising that you hadn't told her, "tender. I'll be fine..."

"Tender?" Mavuika's voice laced with confusion, her hands lingering at the hem of your shirt. However, she decided against asking to remove the cloth, instead resting her hands on your waist after you settled your head on her chest. "Are you injured?"

"I'll be okay, I'm not hurt. But, can we stay like this, just a little longer? I know you're really busy but..." Mavuika shushed you, holding you closer, as hands lingered under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin.

Meanwhile, one of your hands lingered close to your belly, trying to be surreptitious but it helped you to self-soothe. Your other hand was a lot less calm however, holding onto Mavuika for dear life, like she would slip away any moment.

"I'm not going just yet. Even Archons need to sleep, my love." Pressing her lips to the crown of your head, her hand shifted, moving to hover over the hand on your stomach, causing a question to flicker in her mind.

Did you go to Chuychu about your sickness? If you did, what did your sister have to say? You seemed better, but the exhaustion, and the look Atea had on her face when she turned up at the People of the Springs, having just witnessed you and Mualani just leave...

Unfortunately, Mavuika couldn't ask you about it, hearing your breathing even out as sleep got its hold of you once again. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, appreciating your warmth as she closed her eyes and let sleep consume her too.

[antebunny]

a cuckoo in the nest update

[fae Tim masterpost]

“You have a deal with the Unseelie Queen.”

Bruce confronts Tim–the fae–about its situation exactly one week later. In that week, he’s seen Tim cry during Tangled (Dick’s choice), fall asleep during The Outlander (Jason’s choice), and become hooked with One Piece (Barbara’s poorly thought-out decision). He’s watched Tim tear through the math and science workbooks they got to catch him up before school starts. He’s woken up to Tim sneaking out of the house to try skateboarding in the driveway. He has accepted that whatever the fae’s plans may be and whatever it is willing to do to accomplish them, it possesses a deep, striking hunger to be human. 

Tim hunches over, as if ducking his head will shield him from Bruce’s ire. “Yes,” he confesses. He offers no further details.

“To become human,” Bruce guesses, but he asks it so flatly that it comes across as a statement of fact. Just Batman being two steps ahead. Many of his successes in mystery-solving and intimidation are due to extremely overconfident guesswork. Of course, in this case it helps that he is correct.

“Yes,” Tim repeats. His eyes dart sideways.

“There is no one to overhear.” As if Bruce does not triple and quadruple check every time he holds a closed-door conversation that no one is eavesdropping. 

Tim curls further into himself. He has always looked quick small in the chair across from Bruce’s desk, but for the first time, Tim reminds Bruce of Dick and Jason when they were younger. Instead of an ageless fae playacting at a scared little boy, Bruce sees, well, a scared little boy. He sees Tim.

“How old are you?” Bruce asks abruptly.

Tim straightens a little. “Twelve.”

Bruce resists the urge to scowl. “Using the Gregorian calendar.”

Some of the newly-gained confidence drains away from Tim’s frame. His shoulders begin to slouch back over. “I don’t know what that is, sir.”

“Do you know what year you were born?”

“The year 2000,” Tim answers promptly.

This is maddening. “And how many years have you lived in the fae realm?”

“I don’t know, sir.” Tim sounds one wrong word from breaking into tears again. 

Bruce gives it up as a useless line of questioning. Tim obviously isn’t sure how old he is. And if Tim’s estimates are accurate–born in 2000 and twelve years old–that would make him a child by every measure, the youngest of Bruce’s kids. Which is impossible. No matter what combination of fae and human he is, Tim at the very least is most certainly not Bruce’s kid. 

“Then your deal. How close are you to completing it.”

“I…” Once again, Tim hunches over, hiding from an invisible blow. “Three out of four. I mean three-fourths. I mean no harm to you or your family, Mr. Wayne,” he adds hurriedly. I have not hurt anyone, I swear.”

“Then what are the parameters of your deal?” 

Bruce does not really expect an answer. No fae deals lightly with the dimensions of their deals. He asks anyways, just in case he can learn something interesting from how Tim avoids answering. Knowing the fae, the Unseelie Queen’s tasks for Tim are probably “pry four secrets from the eyes of a heartless god” or “paint silver and gold with a brush made from the hair of a sleeping dragon.” And then the answer to the first will be photographs of a crime scene and the second will be a wall painted silver and gold with a paintbrush made from a horse named Dragon. Bruce has spent his entire adult life dealing with gods, monsters, and madmen who delight in childish riddles. The Unseelie Queen is merely the latest of egomaniacs who derive pleasure from cruelty and never grew out of viewing the world as their playpen.

Tim continues cowering. “I mean no harm,” he insists, eyes on his knees. 

Much of Tim still remains a mystery, but Bruce suspects he may be just fae enough to be telling the truth. 

[genshinluvr]

Just for You

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader x Various Honkai Star Rail Men [A Genshin Impact x Honkai Star Rail crossover mini-fic]

Summary: Ever since the eight outlanders arrived to Teyvat, the men have been on edge. Your twenty-five boyfriends (mainly Childe and Al Haitham) show the eight outlanders that you belong to them. Things start to escalate, only to end with you sandwiched between Capitano and Blade.

Note: This is a mini-fic and a spin-off of "Beyond the Stars." Finals week is finally over, and I am free! Kind of. I'm waiting for my finals to be graded and for my final grades to be released and submitted. I'm hoping I passed the spring quarter with all A's because this quarter was stressful. I have officially closed the voting form for Burning Desire! This upcoming week will be Tighnari's route for Burning Desire! :> Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Capitano slams Blade against the wall and chokes him.

Word Count: 4.1k

This is a spin-off fic/mini-fic of the Genshin x HSR crossover, "Beyond the Stars." Read Beyond the Stars [Here].

Ever since the eight outlanders’ arrival at Teyvat, the men have been clingy towards you. You’re used to your twenty-five boyfriends’ clinginess, but they’re extra clingy now that there are eight extra pairs of eyes finding their way to you whenever you’re in the same room as them. You get up to get something? Their eyes are on you. You walk into the room? Eight pairs of eyes follow you everywhere you go. You’re getting sleepy and start clinging to one of your twenty-five boyfriends? The eight outlanders’ hands are itching to grab you and cradle you in their arms. Those eight outlanders: Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo, Welt, Blade, Jing Yuan, Luocha, and Caelus, are always searching for you and wanting to be near you. 

Al Haitham has his arms around your waist, pulling you toward him and resting his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. Al Haitham is sitting on the couch while you’re standing in front of him, letting him cling to you while he stares at the eight outlanders who wouldn’t stop staring at you.

“Sleepy?” You murmur, lightly scratching the back of his head.

Al Haitham shakes his head. “Not exactly. I just wanted to hold you in my arms,” says Al Haitham, peeking up at you.

You smile and lean down to kiss his forehead. Al Haitham stares at you and puckers his lips without saying a word. You blink at the dendro vision wielder and lean down, pecking his lips. Satisfied with the small display of affection, Al Haitham continues to press his cheek against your chest while staring at the eight outlanders closely.

Gepard leans to the other men, sighing. “He’s trying to show us that [Y/N] belongs to them,” Gepard mutters, looking over at Al Haitham from the corner of his eyes.

“You’re damn right he is,” a voice interjects.

The eight outlanders look up to see the eleventh Harbinger lean against the doorway with his arms over his chest, the corners of his lips curving up. Childe walks over to you and Al Haitham, sitting down beside Al Haitham before pulling you into his lap. You sprawl over Al Haitham and Childe’s lap before scrambling to get up. 

You lightly slapped Childe’s shoulders as he and Al Haitham quietly giggled to themselves. You sit between the two men and sigh, running your hands through your hair while looking down. You clear your throat, giving the eight men a sympathetic smile while Al Haitham snakes his arm over your shoulders while Childe wraps an arm around your waist.

You straighten up, putting your hands on your lap. “Sorry for how they’re acting. They’re clingy, but for some reason, they’re even clingier than usual,” you say, squeezing both Childe and Al Haitham’s cheeks with both your hands.

Caelus leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest with a slow sigh. “I think it’s obvious as to why they’re clinging to you, starlight,” Caelus comments, staring at the hands around your shoulders and waist.

“Starlight? Who are you calling Starlight? The last time I checked, Starlight belongs to us, not you,” Scaramouche laughs bitterly, standing behind the couch while gazing at Caelus with scrutiny. 

Caelus makes a dissatisfied noise, glaring at the Inazuman man. If Caelus and Scaramouche continue to glare at each other, you fear they will burn holes into each other’s skulls with how hard they’re glaring at each other. The doors to the estate open, and enters Zhongli and Ayato quietly talking with one another while taking their shoes off at the front door. Ayato closes the front door and looks at the scene before him. Ayato sighs, crossing his arms over his chest while shaking his head. Zhongli, on the other hand, puts on his house slippers and walks into the living room to where you’re sitting. 

“Hello, dearest. You didn’t wait too long for us to return now, did you?” Zhongli asks, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You return the kiss and brush his hair from his face with a smile. “No, I didn’t! Al Haitham and Childe have been keeping me company. Along with the eight outlanders,” you reply, gesturing over to the eight men sitting across from you, Al Haitham and Childe. 

Zhongli looks at the eight outlanders and greets them with a hum before pecking your lips one last time before walking to the kitchen to make tea for himself to drink. It’s something Zhongli usually does whenever he’s back from his afternoon walk around the abode. Ayato sighs, steps into the living room, and kisses your forehead as he walks by.

Ayato stops by the bottom staircase and turns to look at the eight men sitting before you, Al Haitham and Childe. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long do all of you plan on staying at the estate?” Ayato asks, gesturing to the eight men.

Six out of eight men open their mouths to reply but close them and turn to look at Welt and Jing Yuan. You press your lips into a thin line to refrain from laughing. Those men remind you of your precious twenty-five men. They have a “leader” of the group who would answer the pressing questions depending on what it is. They have a spokesperson for the group, and it’s precious.

You cover your mouth with your hands and giggle to yourself. Al Haitham and Childe look at each other curiously, then at you while you try to compose yourself. The eight men look at you, a soft pink blooming across their cheeks after hearing your soft laugh. Noticing the number of stares, you quickly let your hands fall onto your lap and clear your throat.

“Hehe, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” you say, looking away.

You feel your cheeks tingle as blood rushes to your cheeks. You know you’re blushing, and it’s embarrassing when people are staring at you. Correction. When attractive people are staring at you shamelessly. Jing Yuan and Welt look at one another as if they’re communicating telepathically. 

Jing Yuan sighs and looks at you briefly, then at Ayato. “We don’t intend on overstaying. We’re unsure of how long exactly, but we do plan on returning to the Astral Express and the Xianzhou Luofu soon,” replies Jing Yuan.

“No offense, but you sort of already overstayed since the first encounter,” Itto mutters loudly to Gorou, who nudges Itto with his elbow before giving the eight outlanders a fake smile.

You glare at Itto from across the room before looking back at the eight men with an apologetic smile. While you’re not too thrilled about having guests over— eight guests, to be more specific— but you didn’t want them to feel unwelcomed. Even though they interrupted your private beach relaxation at Yaoguang Shoal not long ago.

Dan Heng turns to look at the brown-haired man sitting beside him. “What do you think, Mr. Yang? Do you know how long we’ll be staying in Teyvat?” Dan Heng asks, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

Mr. Yang, or Welt, sighs and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and pushing his glasses up. “Quoting General Jing Yuan, we don’t intend on staying here for long. We want to see whether [Y/N] is the [Y/N] we know or not,” replies Welt.

You press your lips into a thin line. You’re confident you’ve never stepped foot into the Astral Express or the Xianzhou Luofu. If you did, these men would’ve looked familiar to you. But unfortunately for them and fortunately for your twenty-five boyfriends, the eight outlanders do not look familiar. No matter how much they wanted you to recognize them and recall the memories “you” had with them, it’s not going to happen because who are they, really?

Cyno lets out a slow sigh, looking visibly annoyed. “And how will you confirm that exactly? [Y/N] has never been to your world. They’ve been in our world for over a year now. The [Y/N] you claimed to love and care for is not the one sitting before the eight of you. I recommend you all leave, or else you make them feel uncomfortable with your persistence,” Cyno interjects, glaring at the eight men before stepping close to the couch you, Al Haitham, and Childe is sitting on.

“They may have been in your world for over a year, but do you know how long they have been in our world? It’s likely [Y/N] has been with us longer than they have with the twenty-five of you men,” Luocha interjects, raising an eyebrow at the large crowd before him. 

You stand up abruptly, and all eyes are immediately on you. While you love being the center of your boyfriends’ attention, having eight extra pairs of eyes on you makes you feel awkward. Not because they’re looking at you— okay, well, maybe it is. But it’s mainly because the tension between your boyfriends’ and the eight outlanders is so thick that you can cut it with Diluc’s claymore. 

“I’m curious to see how all of you,” you gesture to the eight outlanders in front of you, “will try to convince me that I’m the [Y/N] you know and… loved…” you trailed off. 

Sampo stands up and walks up to you. Both of you are now toe-to-toe, and he smiles down at you, combing his hair back with his hand while giving you a charming smile. “I know a thing or two to bring back those memories of you and me,” says Sampo, getting ready to tuck your hair behind your ears when a hand grabs Sampo’s wrists tightly.

Sampo freezes when he realizes who grabbed his wrist. Capitano throws Sampo’s hand down and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at the indigo-haired man from underneath his mask. Sampo laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches the Harbinger wrap his arms around your shoulders and guide you away from him.

“I would keep my hands to myself if I were you. You don’t touch something that doesn’t belong to you,” Capitano says without turning to look at the eight outlanders. 

Blade’s lips curl up into a snarl, standing up suddenly before making his way toward Capitano. “Thing? [Y/N]’s not an object. They’re a person!” Blade hisses, grabbing onto Capitano’s shoulders and forcing the Harbinger to turn around to face him.

Capitano grabs Blade by the throat and slams him against the wall, tightening his grip around the dark-haired man’s neck. The twenty-four men surround Capitano, pulling the Harbinger off of Blade while shouting incoherent words over each other. Pierro and Zhongli successfully pry Capitano off of Blade after a few tries. Capitano brushes Zhongli and Pierro off, his chest heaving his anger. 

The seven outlanders surround Blade, checking to see if he is okay. Blade glares at Capitano, fixes his clothing, and crosses his arms over his chest. Before Welt or Jing Yuan can say anything to the dark-haired man, Blade storms out of the estate.

You rub your temples and sigh. “Men are so emotional,” you grumble, turning around before walking up the stairs. “If all of you are going to be at each other’s throats, don’t talk to me. You’re all adults and can talk it out, not take it out on each other.” 

The men remain silent, watching you enter your room and close the door. At first, they expected you to slam the door with how angry and frustrated you are with what has happened between Blade and Capitano, but they were relieved that you didn’t slam the door shut. 

Diluc sighs and rubs the back of his neck, turning to look at the others. “If you two could refrain from hurting each other for one minute, just one minute, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Diluc hisses, rubbing his temples while clenching his jaws. 

Pantalone does a double take and looks at Diluc with shock. “Capitano did nothing! It was Blade that started it, not Capitano. You saw it with your own eyes!” Pantalone interjects, glaring at the fuming redhead. 

Gepard glares at Pantalone, marching up to the black-haired Harbinger, his nostrils flaring. Before Gepard can reach Pantalone, Dottore and Dainsleif step in front of the blond man. The Captain of the Silvermane Guards glowers at them and points over at Sampo, who stares at the group like a deer caught in headlights. 

Gepard hisses, “You dare to say that Blade started it all when that Harbinger was the one that grabbed Sampo’s wrists and tossed them away from [Y/N]. He was the one that started it, not Blade.”

Dottore smirks, raising his eyebrows at the fuming blond man. “I don’t recommend adding fuel to the fire, Captain Gepard. You wouldn’t want to upset [Y/N] any further now, would you?” Dottore mocks, smirking at the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Pierro glares at the blond man, crossing his arms over his chest. “We graciously offered to let you all stay at the abode until the day you all leave, and this is how you treat your hosts?” Pierro thunders, causing the seven outlanders to wince. 

Gepard clenches his jaws, glaring at Dottore before taking a step back and returning to the group he arrived at Teyvat with. Dan Heng raises his eyebrows at the first Harbinger, sizing the older man up from head to toe. Dan Heng wanted to laugh out loud when Pierro had the nerve to say that.

Dan Heng sighs and looks away. “And that’s how you treat your guests? By grabbing them by the neck, slamming them against the wall, and choking them?” Dan Heng grumbles, tapping his fingers on his biceps.

Welt sighs and closes his eyes. “Let’s not fuel the fire, Dan Heng. If we do that, it’ll create more tension, and [Y/N]’s going to be even more upset than they already are,” says Welt.

Luocha slowly turned to the entrance of the estate and began making his way toward the door. “I think we should call it a day. Perhaps tomorrow, everything will go back to normal, and tension should be gone by then,” Luocha says.

The others soon follow Luocha, each of them giving not-so-subtle glares at the twenty-five men. Once the seven outlanders exit the estate, Heizou closes the front door and presses his back against the door, sighing. The others are hoping what Luocha says is true. Everyone— your twenty-five boyfriends and the eight outlanders— assumed things would be back to normal after what happened, but boy, they were wrong. 

The tension is still there. The men cannot look at each other without wanting to pull their weapons out to pummel the other person for looking in their direction. Even if it’s a passing glance, one look and the other will lose an eye. And there’s you, refusing to talk to any of them unless the other person apologizes. You know that Blade and Sampo weren’t the ones that were the reason for the tension between everyone in the estate and that it was Capitano. 

You appreciate Capitano being the protective boyfriend who doesn’t want another man to touch you. Still, the whole situation could’ve been handled better. This was your first time seeing Capitano lash out at someone for confronting him. It was a little bit terrifying because you know that Capitano is one of the most dangerous Harbingers aside from the others. You’re not familiar with Blade and his expertise in combat, nor do you know his background, but either way, you don’t think Blade should be poking the tiger with a stick. Especially if that tiger is a beefy, helmet-wearing Harbinger with long black hair.

You’re currently away from the abode and at the Akademiya to speak to your academic advisor regarding your future standing at the Akademiya. While you’re satisfied with how things are turning out, you’re still a little worried about what will happen once you graduate and where your future will lead. Since you’re not at the estate, that means your twenty-five boyfriends and the eight outlanders are alone. It has been a few days since the incident, and yet none of the men (specifically Capitano and Blade) have apologized to each other for what happened.

Xiao sighs and plops on one of the dining chairs, running his fingers through his hair. “What do we do? [Y/N] hasn’t spoken to any of us for days,” Xiao says, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration.

“We apologize to them for what happened between Capitano and Blade. Simple, is it not?” Aether asks, entering the room with a flower vase in his hands.

Tighnari sighs and scratches his ears, shaking his head. “That’s not what [Y/N] wants, Aether. I’m sure they prefer Capitano and Blade to apologize to each other rather than them because, well, Capitano did slam Blade against the wall and sort of manhandled Sampo’s arm,” Tighnari interjects. 

Kaveh leans toward Tighnari. “He also choked Blade. Let’s not leave out that detail,” Kaveh mutters.

Kaeya frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “Whose side are you on?”

“There’s no side when both of them are in the wrong. Blade shouldn’t have stormed up to Capitano in the first place, and Capitano shouldn’t have acted that way when Sampo reached for [Y/N],” Kazuha interrupts.

Thoma lets out an unamused chuckle. “Oh, so you’re okay with another man touching our significant other?” Thoma accuses, raising an eyebrow at Kazuha while leaning against the pillar behind him.

Kazuha looks at Thoma incredulously, his mouth agape after hearing Thoma’s accusations. Kazuha shakes his head, laughing in disbelief. Before Kazuha can respond to Thoma’s comment, a knock can be heard at the entrance of the estate. Albedo gets up from his seat and walks to the door, unlocks it, and opens it to reveal the eight outlanders with flowers in their hands. Flowers that are not of Teyvat. 

Albedo gives the eight men a warm smile. “It’s good to see you all! I assume you’re all here to speak about the situation a few days ago?” Albedo asks.

Jing Yuan nods. “Yes, we’re all here to make amends in hopes there won’t be any tension or bad blood between us,” Jing Yuan replies.

Albedo moves out of the way and gestures for the eight outlanders to enter. The eight men nearly stop in their tracks abruptly when they see more vases and bouquets of flowers decorating the estate. They look at the twenty-five men. Gorou clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one that needs to apologize to [Y/N]. We all feel guilty for upsetting them,” Gorou speaks up, walking over to the bouquet of flowers he got for you.

Venti holds up his index finger. “Ah, but they’re not upset. They’re pissed. That is a better term to describe how they felt about the situation,” Venti interjects.

Dainsleif hums, looking away from the group of men before glancing over at the clock on the wall. You should be back very soon, but Dainsleif’s unsure when you’d return to the abode. Some academic advising takes hours depending on how many people are waiting before you and whether the meeting will go past the one-hour mark or not.

Dainsleif clears his throat to grab the men’s attention. “It’s best we get this over with before [Y/N] comes back from the Akademiya,” Dainsleif comments, pulling a seat out from underneath the table before sitting.

“So! Who’s going to apologize first?” Heizou asks, leaning back in his chair and looking from Blade to Capitano.

Capitano and Blade stare at one another, not saying a word. While the two men look intimidating, the bouquet and flower vase in their hands makes them look less intimidating. Kind of. Capitano still looks intimidating with his helmet, while Blade looks intimidating with that scowl on his face. Unless that’s what his natural face looks like. 

“We’re going to go nowhere with this if they keep this up,” Baizhu sighs, rubbing his temples while Changsheng shakes her head.

The familiar sound of your keychain jingling from the entrance of the locked door causes everyone to snap their necks toward the direction of the door. The door unlocks, opens, and you step into the estate, looking visibly drained. You yawn, take your shoes off, and place your crossbody bag on the jacket rack.

Pantalone is the first person to greet you at the door, placing his hand on your lower back. “How was the meeting with your academic advisor, butterfly?” Pantalone asks.

“It went well! But the line was so long. I didn’t eat anything today because I didn’t want to lose my spot in the line,” you sigh.

Dottore sighs and starts walking to the kitchen. “I’ll get something for you to eat. You sit down and relax,” Dottore says.

You and Pantalone begin walking further into the house, but you come to a complete stop when you see the twenty-five men and eight outlanders standing in the living room. All holding flowers of some sort. You point at them, slowly looking up at Pantalone.

“Why are they all holding flowers?” You ask.

Pantalone smiles at you before pulling out a single flower of his own and handing it to you. You take the flower from Pantalone’s grasp and allow him to lead you to where Capitano and Blade are standing.

“Now, where did we leave off? Ah! Right! You two were going to apologize to each other before [Y/N] returned to the abode!” Ayato says, propping his hands on his hips.

Tighnari points at Sampo. “Capitano also needs to apologize to Sampo for throwing his arms off [Y/N] like that. I believe he could’ve handled that differently,” Tighnari interjects.

Sampo’s eyes widen, and he holds his hand up, shaking his head with a smile. “Oh, no, no, no! Capitano doesn’t need to apologize at all! I take no offense to it, really,” Sampo says, giving everyone a reassuring smile.

“Whether you take offense to it or not, it was still rude of him to do that,” Caelus mutters, holding the bouquet of flowers to his chest. 

You look at Blade and Capitano, crossing your arms over your chest while tapping your foot on the ground. You’re waiting for the two men to apologize to each other, but they are looking at you instead of apologizing. In their eyes, you look like an angry chipmunk. Blade clears his throat and looks away. His cheeks slowly turn pink.

“Are you guys not going to apologize to each other?” You ask.

Capitano sighs before apologizing begrudgingly. “Blade, I’m sorry for grabbing you by the neck, slamming you against the wall, and choking you,” Capitano mutters.

Blade stares at Capitano, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “And I’m sorry for charging up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders to force you to look at me,” Blade grumbles, sighing loudly afterward.

Itto snickers and leans to the closest person beside him, whispering, “It’s like watching two children being forced to apologize to one another by their teacher.”

Sampo and Gepard snickers. Capitano and Blade look in the three men’s direction, causing them to stop immediately and look away as if nothing happened. You cracked a smile and took a step toward them, gesturing to them with your hands. Capitano and Blade look at you, not saying a word. 

“What do you want them to do exactly?” Childe asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You blink at them. “I want them to hug it out,” you simply reply.

Capitano and Blade immediately shake their heads. “Absolutely not,” the two replies simultaneously.

You stare at them, handing Pantalone his flower back before stepping toward Capitano and Blade. You place your hands on their lower backs, attempting to close the distance between them. When that didn’t work, you let out a huff and let your hands fall to your sides. At least both Capitano and Blade apologized to each other. 

Blade and Capitano hand someone their flowers before grabbing your wrists and pulling you to the middle between them. Before you can process what’s going on, you find yourself sandwiched between the two men. Cheeks smushed by their chest while they awkwardly “hugged” each other with you in the middle. No one would imagine the two most intimidating people would “hug” it out if it weren’t for you. The only reason why Capitano and Blade reluctantly apologized and hugged each other was because of you. They’ll do anything for you— just for you and only you.

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[brittle-doughie]

In the Golden Cheese Kingdom, there’s the coliseum where the Brave Gang have to fight their way out while cookies watch for entertainment. Could I request a scenario where Y/N Cookie is traveling with the Brave Gang (Black Raisin, Gingerbrave, Wizard, Strawberry) and Y/N is absolutely stoked to fight in the coliseum being extremely overconfident and excited for any challenge from the coliseum. I’d like to see the reactions from Mozzarella, Smoked Cheese, and Cheesenbird as well to the peculiar joy of Y/N

The crowd roared with their cheering and shouts of excitement, ready to see the monsters duke it out amongst each other within the colosseum.

You, Gingerbrave, Wizard, Strawberry, and Black Raisin had made your way there for the Monster Games, determined to see if Golden Cheese would make her appearance.

“There’s so many Cookies that gathered to watch the monster fight, huh Y/N Cookie?”

You were too busy having your eyes dart around the various monsters, growling and thrashing at their caged cells. Mouths adorned with sharp teeth that want nothing more then to tear into whatever they get a grip on.

Afraid? Nervous? Head out the way you came?

No.

You. Were. Excited…

“Instead of trembling in fear, these Cookies reverse the invaders’ aggression on each other! Pretty smart, in my book!”

“I-Is Y/N Cookie okay? They look to be twitching a lot…”

“Y/N Cookie? Where are you going?!”

You dashed towards the center of the colosseum as you brandished your golden blade, the colosseum lights making it shine.

You called out to whoever was in charge and listening that you wanted to face the monstrous horde! You’ve handle every caliber of creature Earthbread had thrown at you and these monsters will join them in the dirt!

“Y/N Cookie! What’s the plan here?!”

“Hang on, Y/N Cookie might be onto something here. By fighting the monsters, we’re creating chaos in the arena. Doing that has to bring Golden Cheese Cookie out to see what’s going on.”

Black Raisin runs to the center and goes to Y/N Cookie’s side, holding their hand as she hyped up their appearance in the colosseum.

“EVERYONE, OVER HERE! WE’VE COME FROM THE OUTSIDE TOO! ALLOW US TO FIGHT THE MONSTERS! TONIGHT, VICTORY WILL BE OURS!”

“Oh? It looks like we have new unexpected contenders! Especially that joyful one with the sword, hehe~ How overconfident and so sure of themself, yet so brave and intriguing~ I’ll place all my coins on them~”

“Too overconfident…especially from a cookie that came from the outside. An outlander…I’d like to come down there and wipe the smile off their face myself…”

“They don’t seem to be overselling themself to me, maybe they really are that strong. Or is that just an excuse to get up close and personal with them~? I wouldn’t blame you~”

“That’s NOT what I meant…”

The two would then glance at you, still boasting about your strength and determination to tear through the groups of monsters in waiting. Mozzarella’s smile only grew wider as Smoked Cheese’s glare got harsher…but couldn’t help giving a small smirk himself.

“And if they do get bruised, I shall give them lotz of healingz! Chirp! Chirp!”

Black Raisin turned to you as she gripped your hand tighter, nodding to you as you did the same to her.

“Time to wreak havoc!”

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Adventurer Cookie was startled when Olive Cookie suddenly tear the text in her hands, Olive herself was taken aback by what she did.

“Woah! What happened?!”

“I-I don’t know! I think the olive oil made my hand slip!”

[fortheloveofarchons]

The morning after with Xiao

Inspired by GraveASMR on Youtube!

C.W.

- Smut - Hickeys - Scratches - Edging - Pre-cum - Xiao having possessive behaviour - Xiao being a top - Aether being a sub

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The morning light filters softly through the thinly-veiled curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room as Aether stirs awake, enveloped in the comfort of tangled sheets and the lingering warmth of shared intimacy. As his consciousness slowly returns, Aether finds himself in the presence of someone close to his heart.  

“Xiao…”

With a content sigh, he stretches his body, but only stops midway when he feels a stinging sensation on his back, and an aching feeling on his whole body. The faint murmurs of the golden finches’ chirps drift through the open window, a gentle melody that accompanies the soft rise and fall of Xiao’s breathing. The yaksha’s features are softened in the gentle light, half of his face is buried in the pillow, his arms tucking inside the pillow for warmth while his back is revealed with some of Aether’s scratches. 

Longing fills Aether. 

With a gentle touch, Aether brushes a stray lock of hair from Xiao’s face, he wants to be the person to make Xiao feel comfortable– wants to be the person who wakes Xiao with a morning kiss. 

Heck, he’d even take soft kisses, gentle kisses, hotter kisses if those kisses meant that he could continue where they left off last night.  

But Aether knows that there is work to do. Can’t keep Katheryne, the receptionist of the Adventurers’ Guild waiting. 

And so does Xiao, whose title is called the ‘Conqueror of Demons’. 

As Aether is about to sit upright to prepare breakfast for Xiao, the rustles of the sheets and Aether’s movement stirs Xiao awake, watching his golden-haired partner about to stand. 

“Hey…” Xiao immediately grabs Aether’s arm, pulling him back to bed. “Come back. Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Oh! Good morning Xiao,” Aether turns to Xiao, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry to bother you up this early, but I was going to prepare you breakfast and head off for commissions.”

“Oh, you want to go do your commissions already.” Xiao’s arm wraps around Aether’s waist, preventing him from leaving. “Look at you Aether, you can barely stand on your own two legs. Especially after what I did to you last night.”

“Ah…”

As memories of the night before dance through his mind, desire curls low in Aether’s gut. 

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“Aether… You really look ravishing like this, I wish I could see more of this side of you when we are in bed.” 

With Xiao’s soft fingers on Aether’s cheek, along with his left hand sinking into his fluffy, unbraided golden hair, Aether couldn’t help but lean his head onto Xiao’s right hand, licking his thumb, sucking it gently, tasting him.  

Xiao exhales heavily, seeing Aether’s eyes drifting shut to ecstasy. Just a few moments ago, Aether was holding onto Xiao’s body tight as the yaksha bites his neck and chest, leaving wet trails of saliva and hot bites being marked on Aether’s body. Xiao could still feel that stinging pain from Aether’s nails clawing into his back. 

He could imagine that Aether would leave more scratches when Xiao is inside of him. 

“We can’t forget your precious thighs now, can we?” 

A strangled sound catches in Aether’s throat as Xiao’s hand travels down to Aether’s shaft, half-hard and already aching from Xiao’s hot kisses and bites. Xiao is aware that Aether is an immortal like him, surely Aether knows what he’s doing with many years of living, but Xiao did not expect him to be… shy, and a little uncertain.

Aether was the one to make flirty attempts to Xiao, after all. The blonde-haired outlander has to be somewhat experienced.  

Yet, Aether immediately arches into his touch, tears coming out of his eyes from the overwhelming emotion of being edged on. It didn’t help him much when Xiao started to leave kisses on his inner thigh, leaving bites on them. 

Xiao then lifts his head up, and his left hand travels down to Aether’s neck, curving around the back of his neck. He then draws Aether close for a slow kiss, a lingering one, one that makes soft little sounds of pleasure against Aether’s lips. 

Looking down, Xiao could see Aether’s own precum dribbling down to the side of his thigh. Xiao’s teeth then bite into Aether’s lower lip.

“I would call you beautiful, dear traveller.” Xiao says, his voice a low and wicked rumble when he calls Aether as ‘traveller’. 

“But they say that beauty is on the inside and… I haven’t been inside you yet.” 

Aether gasps, his hips jerking hard on Xiao’s....

[sapphiressmoke]

i miss your writing and outlander ): may we please have a small crumb from the next chapter?

I recently went back to work from leave so I’m trying to balance everything but here are some crumbs hehe

“A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.” Your father told you, closing the book that was sitting on his lap.

You gave him a perplexed look. “What do you mean? Who are Targaryens?” You were roughly 14 at this time, just a couple months before the accident.

Your father wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you close. “Well, you know about the Conquerors, yes? And how we became the Seven Kingdoms?” You nodded your head. Of course everyone knew about the Conquerors. “Well, they were the start of the Targaryen Dynasty. After the burning of Kings Landing, the Kingdom decided that the Targaryens should be wiped from history. Why should the world know of their madness and destruction? Of course there is still the papers written about them from when they were alive but that’s buried deep in the Citadel in Oldtown.”

You pondered for a second but remembered slightly that your history teacher had discussed the Targaryen dynasty quickly in class but not going much into detail. “If they were to be wiped from history, why do we still talk about them?”

You felt your fathers chest vibrate. “Well, some things must be discussed to understand how we got here. We know of the Conquerors and the bloodshed they caused. We know that there were many dragons that helped them to be seen as Gods. From there, we know very little about them. We know actions but not names. The Maesters believed it was no longer important as they caused so much destruction. Especially with Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen.” He looked down at you to see you listening closely to what he was saying. “She was alone for a long time. She saw many people die in her life time. All she wanted was her place on the throne. She became alone while surrounded by people. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing as it will bring them close to madness and that is exactly what happened. She became so mad that she burned down all of Kings Landing and her actions caused her family lineage to be shelved on a bookcase, hidden from the world. To be forgotten.”

You leaned your head on your fathers shoulder and sighed. “That’s so sad, though. There must be so much history and things that they have done to be where they were, to be remembered and it seems like it was all for nothing.”

“It wasn’t truly for nothing. There stories may be forgotten but what they have done brought us here. Maybe even with their doing is the reason why your mother and I are able to meet in every life time.” He explained to you. You remembered your father always being madly in love with your mother and your mother the same with him. With his passing, you could see the light dying in her eyes at losing her one true love and she was never truly the same.

“Do you think there are still Targaryens and dragons out there?” You asked him.

You could see him ponder your question for a moment before he answered. “Perhaps. The Targaryens did marry outside of their bloodline sometimes so there could very well be people who have the blood of the dragon in them to this day. As for dragons… Hm. Dragonstone has been long abandoned so there could still be dragons lingering about in the caves but we will never know my dear.”

You thought back to this conversation a lot, not knowing why. Why were you so interested with this long forgotten family? Why was your father so interested as well?

You sat in the library of the Red Keep, reading through any book you could find for answers as to what has happened. Why were you drawn to those stones and why had you been beckoned to them like a moth to a flame. These were the moments you wished your father was still alive and you were still with him because you knew he would have all of the answers you needed.

You sighed and stood up to place the current book you had back on the grand book shelves. You stood on your tippy toes and pushed the book back in its place. When putting the book back, you she caught a golden book spine. Your eyes fixed on it, feeling drawn to it. You felt a hand that was not there take yours and guide it towards the book to pull it out.

Within your trance of the book, you didn’t hear the footsteps creep behind you. “Y/N, I thought I would find you here.”