#pgr chrome fanfic

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ — PGR & GI x reader [week 1]

I'm getting way too deep, I'm fucking into it

a.n. - I'm busy with midterms buT YOLO IM WRITING LMAO I just can't miss this event. I mean it's probably still October 7 somewhere hehe. updates on this might be jumpy, I am not sure if I am available all the time. TANKS and enjoy enjoy~

pairings - strike hawk [Chrome, Wanshi, Kamui, Camu]+ liyue [Zhongli, Baizhu] & sumeru [Tighnari] men x fem!reader (separate!)

word count(s) - mostly 400-1,000 words heuheue

kinktober masterlist

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: desk sex, asphyxia (reader is wearing a collar), threesome (mmf), somnophilia, bondage, oral sex (cunnilingus), aphrodisiac, anal. Some sprinkles of degradation. Use of pet names (darling, little girl, good girl, dearest, dear) and degradation (slut). reader is implied virgin (zhongli, baizhu). sometimes bratty (tighnari). some dubcon (baizhu).

special mention: banner credits to @/rookthorneartistry, @/cafekitsune

! — Chrome: Glory [ desk sex ]

“Fuck,” the creak of the office desk is the response, a muffled whine spewing out of your lips, “you feel so good, Commandant.”

Messy but so goddamn good — a few words to describe your situation right now: paperwork, probably important, are under you but you couldn't care less, not when your beloved's cock is busy splitting your poor little pussy. His gloved hand is on your drooling mouth, desperate not to let any lewd noises be heard from the outside. Your legs are trembling, from the pressure and force Chrome had been putting since minutes ago, lazily hung on his shoulders. You can feel yourself gushing now, a frothy white crowning at the base, dripping onto the expensive wood, but when your hips flush against the captain's, you forget everything but Chrome and his name.

“Mmph-” you called out, tears escaping your eyes, “y-you feel so good, Ch-Chrome, more please, please.”

Quiet is a funny word, especially — especially — when the revered Strike Hawk captain Chrome is busy railing you on the desk of Mr. Smith.

How did this happen? You can't remember now. All you can remember is being invited to the Smit's estate, sitting prettily for Chrome as he does his father's paperwork, but now -

Chrome leaned down close to your shoulders, teeth grazing your clavicle. As the relentless pace in your pussy is hard, you felt his gloved hand rub your neglected clit, jolting you from the surge of pleasure, a louder moan from your lips. Chrome bites down on your neck, a strangled sigh escaped his own mouth.

“So naughty,” he whispered, gently licking the bite mark, “I told you to keep quiet. Do you want the maids to know that the Gray Raven Commandant is under me?”

That didn't help, blinding pleasure already fogging your brain. You can't help it, not when his cock is hitting all the right spots, his fingers rubbing slowly on your clit, your orgasm teetering dangerously close now.

“I wonder; what would be Father's reaction, hm? When his beloved son is fucking a human commandant on his own work table? While everyone is outside of this room?”

“C-Chrome-!” You cried out, and he groaned. “M-Mr. Smith will-”

“-Fuck, you're squeezing me so good.” Eyes closed, he leaned up until your foreheads touched. Stealing a quick kiss on your lips, a small smile graces Chrome's lips. “That's my commandant; I'll let you cum soon. Just...let me fuck you like this more.”

! — Kamui: Tenebrion & Camu: Crocotta [ asphyxiation + threesome ]

The collar was tight, but it felt good on your neck. No, it felt great — the pressure on your neck as dark gloves tugged on the chain, and Camu's hips harshly thrusted on your pussy.

“Hah, what a slut you are.” Camu groaned, feeling your pussy flutter around his big dick, “should've known that you like being treated like a dog, a fucking dog in heat, too.”

What an innocent tease you were, somehow turned into a dog. You moan at Camu's words, desperately grinding on his hips. Your legs shake, and your hands try to balance yourself on top of him, fingers holding onto his shoulders.

“C-Camu,” you slurred, “y-your d-dick feels so good.”

“I hope you haven't forgotten your safe word, darling,” feeling foreign hands cup your breasts, you whined at the cold pressure there.

“Fuck off, Kamui,” Camu growled, tugging on your chain (making you moan again), “I'm busy with her right now.”

“You should share her with me, Camu,” Sheepishly grinning, his fingers languidly playing with your perky nipples, his voice drops, “besides, it's not like she has one hole.”

“Isn't that right, commandant?” Kamui whispered, tongue licking below your ear, causing you to shiver.

You want to say a word, but you already felt something hard nudging at the entrance of your ass. Unconsciously complying with the man behind you, you leaned forward and closer to Camu's chest. When you felt Kamui's dick penetrate your asshole, a handful of wanton babbles left your lips, saliva dripping and onto Camu.

“Atta girl,” Kamui coons, before slapping your ass, “such a good girl.”

You felt so fucking full now — Kamui and Camu's cocks somehow filling you up to the brim, even more than you've ever felt your whole mortal life. You babbled their names now, hips grinding to wherever to chase your high.

“Kamui, Camu...please...fuck me more...”

“She's mine.” Camu scowled, “she's my fucktoy. Look how cockdrunk she is now.”

Kamui smiled, despite feeling the tightness of your ass, graciously taking the chain from Camu. Harshly, he tugged on your chain, your body weakly thrown onto his chest.

“Let's see whose name she'll be screaming after this.”

! — Wanshi: Hypnos [ somnophilia ]

There's something about sneaking into the commandant's room at night that interests him.

By him, it's Wanshi. Although you've both established that he's allowed to enter your room whenever he wants, especially now that you're sick (“I'm sick,” you told him once during your patrols, a sweet pout on your lips as you sniffled, “you should come and visit my room.”), it almost felt like a sin at this point.

He's by the edge of your bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. His pride may hate to admit it, but the way you're situated on the bed— sprawled out, breasts nearly spilling out of your tank top, legs wrapped tightly around a pillow — he can't help but think about something sinful.

What would your face look like under him? When are his hands playing with your breasts? Would your legs wrap around him like that when he's railing you?

The next thing he knew, he's sitting dangerously close to you. His pants feel awfully tight even. In the dark, he sees the outline of your chest better, the dip of your hips, and the sinful thoughts of somehow corrupting you are brighter than ever.

Slowly, Wanshi touched your breasts. Seeing as your nipples started to poke out, he gently massaged everywhere but there. You'd sometimes stir in your sleep, soft sounds from your lips, but Wanshi lives off the thrill;

Who knew you'd look so pretty with your guard down while he's touching you like this? Vulnerable. Sensitive. Pliant. Beautiful.

It doesn't take long before he ventures down to your nether regions. Constructs have heightened sense; Wanshi is no exception, and he could practically smell your arousal.

Dragging your shorts down, he unconsciously grinds his hard dick on the bed, as he sees some of your essence stick to your underwear. Prying your legs open, he felt like Pavlov's dog — your pussy dripping making him drool. Christmas might've come early now; without hesitation, he dips down to lick a long stripe over your slit. You stirred once more, a soft moan escaping your lips. He's relentless— kitten licks to your wet pussy, sucking on your bud. It could be driving you mad, but it's definitely making him hornier. Forget Christmas, he's the one coming soon.

Quickly unzipping his pants, he thrusted his hard cock swiftly into your aching hole. Both of you heaved a low moan, with Wanshi believing you must have woken up. But other than the tremble of your pussy, you were still sound asleep. Wanshi could feel his dick throb — this was too perfect.

He ruts his hips onto your sleeping figure, grabbing whatever skin he could reach. He could drown in this moment and regret nothing; as long as he felt your tight walls clamp on him like a vice, your face still contorting in pleasure even as you sleep through him fucking you.

Fucking into you greedily, somewhere in between, he heard you call out his name with a confused and doe-eyed look on your face. “Wanshi?”

It's too late to back down. Looking into your eyes as he grunted, a few seconds away from painting your walls white, “Good morning, Commandant. I'm just about to give you your medicine.”

! — Zhongli: Vago Mundo [ bondage + sensory deprivation ]

“Little girl,” your master coos, “You've been nothing but kind to me.”

With a butterfly kiss on your shoulder, Zhongli ties the last rope on your wrists above your head. You look at him, your master, blindingly trusting him as he steps back.

You are naked in front of him; tied wrist above your head, legs tied to the bedpost. Although shy, your willingness to please your master overtakes such behavior. Zhongli's smile never left his face. His fingers touched your chin, tipping it to meet his face.

“Mhm,” you curtly nodded, “my master takes care of me well. He's the one who is kind to me.”

“Say nothing more,” golden eyes glowed as a stray hand caressed your stomach, “After tonight, you will be mine forevermore.”

His voice only makes your tummy flutter a thousand butterflies. From his suit, he pulls out a red handkerchief, “what is your safe word again, little girl?”

“Red,” you inhaled sharply, as he started to cover your eyes with the handkerchief, “Master, will it...hurt?”

“Worry not, little one.” He kisses the shell of your ear once he's done tying the knot at the back of your head, “I will be sure to be gentle with you. If it gets overwhelming, use the safe word. Understood?”

Although blind, your trust in the man is incomparable. “Understood, master.”

“Good girl,” your mind tries to comprehend as lithe fingers start to trace from your shoulders to the dip of your chest, “let me see how much of a good girl you are for me.”

Tingles of fire in the wake of his touch. Your mind doesn't cooperate now, even as you feel his hand put a light pressure on your thighs.

“Pretty,” your master comments, inhaling your scent, “what a pliant little girl you are.”

You feel it, a long, slender finger brushing that part of you that you've never touched before. You gasped from his touch, yet unable to close your legs from the ropes he tied on you. “I-I'm sorry for being loud, master...”

“I would much rather have you be loud than be silent, dearest,” Zhongli's voice is a sultry comfort, loudly close enough that you felt the vibrations close to your throbbing pussy, “mm, archons, you are already drenched.”

“I-Is it bad, master?”

“No.” He said nothing more, only his fingers dipping experimentally and drawing slow, slow circles down there, “This is perfect.”

A surprised whine poured out of your lips, as you felt his finger slip inside your wet hole, fast and already filling the gap in between you. “M-Master Zhongli-!”

“Yes, dear, fuck,” it's the first time you've heard your master swear, that it made you throb down there, “mm, did that turn you on?”

“I-I-”

“Does your master being vulgar to his little girl turn you on?” You cried out as he started to thrust his slender fingers, “seems like you do.”

The flat of his palm rests and rubs on your clit, your tummy feeling so warm and shaking. “M-Master, i-it feels so...good...but why do I feel like s-something is coming out...!”

“That's alright, little girl,” his fingers assaulting your little pussy starts to be more ruthless, a finger slipping inside, “it means you're doing a good- fuck - job for me.”

A waterfall of moans escapes your lips, tears prickling your blindfolded eyes. “M-Master Zhongli...!”

When his fingers curved inside of you, they hit a particular soft spot that somehow made you see stars in the midst of your blindness. With a loud cry of his name, you crumbled in his fingers, something liquid squirting out of you. Zhongli fucks you through your first orgasm of the night, your squirt coating his drenched fingers, coaxing whatever you had left.

Heavy sighs and breathing filled the room. Your shaking figure, in the dimly lit room, and Zhongli thinks you're the prettiest he's ever seen in his entire lifetime.

“M-Master,”

“Good girl,” he coos, bringing his coated fingers to his mouth to taste your sweet essence, “I think you can take one more, hm?”

! — Baizhu: Beyond Mortality [ oral sex: cunnilingus ]

“Please open your legs,” said the timid doctor of Bubu Pharmacy, “I need to check what the problem is.”

Under the careful gaze of Baizhu, you shyly parted your legs. You were sitting on the patient bed of the back room of the pharmacy. You forgot to wear your underwear, seemingly noticeable as you were in a rush to your appointment with the doctor. Expecting a female doctor to attend to your needs, you were in for a surprise as the famed doctor himself was the one facing you instead.

His snake-like amber eyes carefully eyed your exposed cunt. It made you want to cover them, but his strong grip made you open your legs wider.

“Is...” you gulped, looking away as you felt his intense stare down there, “...is there a problem?”

“Hm,” it seems hard to decipher the emotions on his face. “It's quite complicated.”

Trying to take the awkwardness away, you coughed. Looking around, you somehow noticed the empty space on his shoulders, unaccustomed to the snake that always accompanied the doctor.

“Doctor Baizhu,” you spoke, voice cracking, “where is the little snake on your neck?”

“Ah, Changshang is not around yet.” He flashed a sweet smile to you, slightly calming your anxiety, “I let her sleep in for now. Worry not, fortunately your symptoms are fairly easy to fix.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief, somehow the mental counting of your expected expenses lessening, “can I ask what's it about?”

“However, I'd still like to be sure so I can give a proper diagnosis. May I...touch you?”

You nodded easily. Fairly easily, it's almost as if you were expecting so. Noticing your behavior, you shook your head and nodded slowly again. “I- um, of course, Doctor Baizhu.”

He dipped two of his fingers into a container close to him, a sticky, slime-like fluid coating his fingers. You stared at his ministration, almost as if in a trance: the way he lifted his hands, the two fingers mimicking a scissors. Slowly, they descended down to your core, and your heart skipped a beat as they lightly pressed onto your outside labia. Quickly taking your hand to suppress a sound, a muffled squeak instead made Baizhu laugh.

“My, that's cute. You don't need to hide your noises from me, dear,” he spoke softly, if he was aware that the two fingers rubbing your outside labia started, “Now, tell me: what happened and when did this happen?”

He seemed to know what he was doing. Trying to take off the distraction from down there, you try to recount what happened to you.

“Um...I was just walking around the harbor, I- uh, I saw a bunch of flowers...and ah, hah...I saw...”

The more you spoke, the more Baizhu's fingers were rubbing circles on your cunt. You try to close your legs, but Baizhu's grip was too strong.

“Dear, you were in the middle of talking,” his amber eyes were somehow entrancing you, that you never noticed you were lowering your hands to hold onto the hem of your skirt. “Please do not mind me; continue.”

“U-um...I saw,” looking away, you murmured, “you, Doctor Baizhu...”

“Mmm, and then?”

“I-I don't k-know...I started to feel all these, hah, things...l-like d-down there, I feel like I'm peeing...ah-”

You were cut off as you felt Baizhu's fingers graze your clit, a jolt of something good running through your body. A confused moan came out of your lips, embarrassment in the form of red cheeks evident as you noticed Baizhu smiling at you.

“I-I'm so sorry, Doctor! I didn't-”

“Please, darling,” he assured you with his free hand, the one on your cunt tapping happily on your nub, “don't apologize. Do not hide your voice from me, and don't feel embarrassed as well. This is just one of the ways that can help with the alleviation of your illness.”

His hand withdrew from you (a sense of disappointment scoured down there), “I think I know what this is. I have the medicine that you need. Would you like for me to administer it now?”

“Y-Yes!” You nodded, “please fix me...”

“I will. Now, will you please go on all fours?”

You followed his orders; awkward as it was, but Baizhu grabs your hips, pulling it closer to him, his hand pushing you gently onto the pillows.

“That's it, good girl.” You don't like, that praise somehow made your pussy throb, “I have an apparatus that can clean up your pussy. This may be overwhelming at first, but rest assured, you will feel better.”

You couldn't see what was happening, but you felt something long and sleek slip in between your puffy folds, causing you to moan out loud and grip the sheets. Not long after, something wet graces your sensitive nub, sucking it mercilessly.

Your jaw falls open, blinding pleasure wrecking your body into uncontrollable shaking. You could have lost yourself in it if it weren't for the grip Baizhu hand on your hips, probably enough to bruise you. But you didn't care; all you could feel was the delicious friction of something added more onto your gaping hole and your throbbing clit. Alas, it curved deep into you, a sensation that was foreign in your own innocent body.

“B-Baizhu!” you cried out, feeling something unravel on your stomach, “w-what-”

However, his answers fall deaf to your ears. You came all over the “apparatus”. Tears fall endlessly on your face, as you feel the apparatus diligently suck on your quivering hole, seemingly eager to clean it up. It felt like a long time before the shaking in your bones subsided, somehow overwhelmed with what happened earlier.

Gently guiding your hips to the bed, you heave long inhales, the world spinning from your vision.

“...ear? Dear? Are you alright?” Baizhu's voice brings you back to reality. Your eyes flutter open, still recounting the surge from earlier.

“D...doctor Baizhu?”

“Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright?”

“Y-yes...” A dull pain paired with something leaking out from your pussy and into the sheets momentarily caused you to panic, but the assurance on Baizhu's face says otherwise. “I- is my treatment done...?”

“Yes, do not worry. You will start feeling better in no time. If you feel like that again, please do not hesitate to approach me so we can fix you up again.”

“A-alright, thank you so much, Doctor Baizhu...” You stood on wobbly legs, only to realize something on your stomach, “Although, what is this...?”

“Oh, that.” Baizhu wipes away the wetness on his chin, before looking at you with glinting amber eyes, “It's a medicine. It helps me know that you need help. If it glows, it's best you come here so I can fix you up.”

! — Tighnari: Verdant Strider [ aphrodisiacs ]

You never should have gone out on patrol.

Despite being a careful Forest Ranger, with years of experience carrying that title, you still get to be a victim of unfortunate circumstances. Sometimes, you trip over the spinocrocodiles on the lakes, or trip over large vines, or sometimes encounter a handful of Witherings all by yourself. It's all because of you and your poor excuse of mortal vision. Sometimes, you wished you were like Tighnari and his keen sense of smell and sight. But alas, you were human and not some hybrid.

But anyways, back to the problem at hand — or hands, because your body feels hot and aching all over, with the intense need to strip off and touch your now-wet pussy. Groaning and moaning as you crawled to the nearest hut, you desperately wished for some miracle to actually help you in this (unfortunate) situation.

But perhaps some archon took pity on you — the door of the hut opened even before you could knock. Plagued with an intense need, you try not to strip yourself now. The blinding yellow light caused your sight to disappear, before the outline of a familiar, pretty face and headwear shaped like a fox — wait.

“T-Tighna-”

“Y/N?” He called out, his usual hands devoid of gloves covering his nose, “I smelled you. What happened?”

You paid no mind to his use of words. Right now, his voice and himself were driving you to the point of madness. “Help,” you cried out, “I'm sorry.”

Quickly, he ushers you inside of his abode, locking it for good measure. You stumbled onto the floor, clumsily stripping out of your uniform and leaving you bare in your undershirt. You heard Tighnari call out your name, but you were too busy rolling on the rug.

“S-stop that,” he said, “what happened to you?”

“Ugh, hah, Tighnari...I feel hot all over...”

“Did you stumble on some poisonous plant?”

“No...” you slurred, a little bit of your rationality holding on to stop you from stripping off your pants, “I smelled some flowers...while on patrol...I didn't see...that they were aphrodisiacs...”

Attempting to open your eyes, you find worried verdant greens staring back at you. You've always liked Tighnari, but right now, the horny in your brain makes you want to strip him clean and make him cum-

“Help,” you cried out once more, “touch me, Tighnari, please.”

“I-”

The last of your rationality snaps. Pulling down your pants, along with your panties, you stare at the man as you start to rub your oversensitive cunt. You never broke your glance at him, even as you easily cum from your own touch.

“Tighnari, Tighnari,” you moaned his name, “need you now, want you to stuff me full of your dick, want to have you cum lots on me, please.”

Tighnari doesn't look away. Instead, he is entranced with the way your fingers dipped in and out of your drenched pussy. You see his tail puff out and somehow you remember - it's a telltale sign that he's eager.

“Mmfuck,” Tighnari cursed, trying to look away. But you were far too horny to react; raising your legs and opening them for him, you greedily chased your high as you abused your pussy.

“T-Tighnari,” you cried out his name as you orgasmed for the second time, “need you inside...”

“Don't regret this.” His vibrant green eyes turned dark in the light, lust clouding his vision as he stripped off his pants. It's so fucking hot, you admit, when he's like you, the last rationality stripping away.

Well, fucking your boss doesn't seem that bad, right?

Tighnari slipped in his hardened cock inside of you easily. You moaned out his name, feeling full as you felt his dick poke the deepest part of you. Roughly grabbing your hips, he easily manhandled you to the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

“You just inhaled some aphrodisiacs and now you're acting like a slut.” He growled, speaking through gritted teeth. His thrusts on your pussy are driving you mad, that you unconsciously came over once more. “You probably inhaled that just so you can find an excuse to fuck me, isn't it?”

Euphoria and pleasure intertwine in your foggy mind, nails scratching his back. You whined as his dick hits that one specific spot, another orgasm clawing down there.

“What if I d-did, ah,” you bit back, but Tighnari saw through your play, mercilessly drilling onto that spot, “Ti-Tighnari-”

“No wonder you've been looking all doe-like to me. Should have known that you weren't so innocent, that you are just a slut wanting to be fucked by her own boss.”

You came from his words once more, pussy violently spasming over his cock. Tighnari seemed to follow after, feeling the rush of his seed coating your inside. Suddenly, you feel something else poking inside of you, before effortlessly slipping into you, aided by the mixture of your arousal.

“H-huh-”

“There's still aphrodisiacs in your system, no?” Tighnari ruts into you, a whine escaping your lips, “You triggered my rut, thanks to your influence. Now you'll have to suffer with me until it's over.”

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[unhappy-last-resort]

A Sinful Escapade, featuring Yandere Roland and Yandere Chrome

General Warnings: Somnopholia, non-con, smut, some body worship

Warnings for Roland: Threats of violence (not acted upon), mentions kidnapping, use of pet names "darling" and "rabbit", fingering, marking

Warnings for Chrome: body worship, cunnilingus/analingus, come eating (Chrome), use of pet names "my dear" and "my love"

These are both written with a GN Reader

Roland would sneak into your room at night and just enjoy himself until you inevitably wake up.

He entered slowly, like a wraith stepping out of the shadows, smile on his face and licking his lips as he thought of all the things he could do now that he's here.

He eyes your things, stealing a shirt and using the Punishing to hack into your terminal, taking as much information as he could find before destroying it. After all, he doesn't want his precious human getting sick, but he's still on your enemies side. You can't really expect him to only come here to play with you and not bring something worthwhile for his master, now can you?

He watches your chest rise and fall in a peaceful rhythm for a moment, before reaching over to peel off the blankets and see what's underneath, only to frown.

Your clothes annoy him, he just wants to indulge you in as quickly as possible. It's been months since he last saw you and he's been desperate for most of them.

He made quick work of the obnoxious fabric you hid yourself with, using his cleaver to cut through some of it more easily and now, at last, he could feel himself relax a little. He took his time, studying every dip, curve, and mark you have and committing it to memory as if it was sacred.

He carefully run his fingers over your skin, his grin widening as you shift in your sleep. It's a little funny how humans tend to be so arrogant even in the face of their inevitable doom when you inhabit such, soft and plush bodies. All it would take is just a little more force, a little more strength for your blood to spill over your blankets and stain his hands.

He sighed wistfully and laid down next to you, sleeping bag rustling underneath him. He had to admit, it was surprisingly comfortable, at least it was in comparison to what he remembers them feeling like. He wonders if that's a part of your commandant privilege, or if this is the standard of sleeping bags now.

With that thought in mind, he starts to whisper random thoughts into your ear like vague anecdotes from his past, or his opinions on various constructs he's encountered and their fates, and how much he missed you.

He missed you.

He missed you so fucking much, it hurts. He knows the Ascension-Network wouldn't take kindly to a human that's not going to undergo construct surgery and the ascension, but he so badly just wants to whisk you away right now to a decently maintained building and have his Corrupted surround it to ensure that no unwanted guests come in, and you don't get out.

He sighs discontentedly and stares at your face, smile replaced with something between wistfulness and loathing. If he could just keep you somewhere for him and him alone and not worry about outside influences, it would be the most worthwhile and perfect play he could ever perform in.

Of course, there was the issue of your mortality, but he'd like to take the time and relish your human body before changing it to a metal one, and one that can't fight him.

His eyes sweep over your form one more time, imagining it wrapped in ribbons, or tied in lace just for him to come undo it all and gorge himself on you, your voice, and your human warmth.

He walks his fingers down your torso, pausing at the hips to do a little dance that's most entirely for his bemusement before sliding between your thighs, one finger slowly pushing into you.

He thrusts it in and out of you experimentally, enjoying the feeling of your gummy walls around his finger and heat that emanates from them. It crosses his mind that a curl of his finger and a flick of his wrist is all it would take to rip you open, but he's not interested in that right now.

Right now he wants to moan and cry loudly enough for all the Babylonians to hear, so he can watch you teeter out of your temporary shelter with humiliation on your face as all the other constructs whisper behind your back.

Your expression is his favorite to watch. The pained discomfort on your face when he spreads his fingers that so easily relaxes into pleasure with a few thrusts of his fingers. It's amusing how even unconscious you can't seem to decide if you want more, or if you want it to stop.

He can hear muffled voices outside and he can't help a chuckle as he nuzzles into your neck and fucks you with his fingers, relishing in all your pants and needy moans. He bites your neck, unable to stop a moan as his tongue moves your skin, making sure to leave obvious marks that you'll have difficulty hiding. He runs his free hand over your torso, occasionally digging his nails into your skin and smiling wide when you shift uncomfortably in response.

He holds you tighter, poking and pinching at you, nipping and biting whatever skin he can comfortably get to as his fingers thrust into you.

When you inevitably wake up, the first thing you see is Roland's face with his signature grin and red eye glinting as his hand moves far faster than any humans could, and too fast for you to keep up. It's all you can do to cling onto him as loud, pitiful moans leave your pretty lips.

He can barely keep himself from laughing as he hears how the conversation the strangers outside were having was so abruptly, and awkwardly cut short. He leans in to kiss you between his giggling, he knows that a part of you is aware of how noisy you are and that you'd rather stop, but you always give him the best reactions when caught off guard.

"You're being too loud, darling. You've made the people outside stop their lovely little chat." He preens, delighting in how you can't even glare at him as you throw your head back into the pillow, beginning to shake in his arms.

Roland clicks his tongue and nibbles at your ear, chuckling in how he feels you clench and flutter around him, his free hand pinching your nipple as he watches your eyes roll and you let out a scream that rings in his ear like a bell. One that he'll gladly replay in his free time.

He helps you ride through your orgasm, whispering in your ear about what a lovely performance you just gave and how he made sure to record all of it.

He looks down between your legs and pulls his fingers out of you "Awww, my little rabbit made a mess of themself." He whispers condescendingly as he smears your come over your stomach. "And so loudly too, I bet everyone at this encampment heard."

"...Fuck you." He thinks you look so cute, all angry and pouty with a light sheen of sweat on you. He has to fight the urge to lick it off you.

"Fuck me?" He grabs your face, his fingers smooshing your cheeks as he leans in, a wide, cheshire grin decorating his face. "You should've said so earlier and I'd gladly let you."

Chrome would also take his time once inside your quarters, but unlike Roland he's a bit more...shy.

He came into your room for a reason, to look at you, to listen to your body as it repairs itself, and to touch you. But despite being bold enough to enter your room without asking permission from anyone, he finds himself lingering.

Rifling through your things and reorganizing them to be more efficient, reading your diary, or breaking into your terminal and perusing and private accounts you have. When he finally can't stand it anymore, he approaches your sleeping form- silently, and first brushes the side of your face with his fingers.

You were truly perfect. Always have been, in his eyes. He wishes constantly that he could find a way to make you see what he sees, if only you knew the thoughts that ran through his mind and made him go into a daze whenever you were around.

Under the guidance of the spell you had unconsciously put on him, his hands travel lower, nails scratching your neck as they find the collar of your shirt and rip it.

Not too loudly, of course. He wouldn't want someone else interrupting.

He gasps softly as your chest and stomach are laid bare for him, his fingers trail down the center of your chest before his large hands settle on either side of your waist, memorizing what it would look like to hold you and fuck you.

His hands crawl up to your chest, pressing and squeezing them lightly. He leans forward, lips parted and ready to latch around your nipple- and he pauses, blue, desperate eyes scanning your face.

You're not awake, but he really shouldn't regardless. But, god, he couldn't stop thinking about you all day. About pulling you away in the middle of your mission and into some old building and...

He closes his eyes momentarily, body trembling slightly.

He's waited long enough.

His lips close around your nipple, sucking on it greedily as he grips your sides tightly, gloves digging into your skin as his body presses against yours, being mindful to not crush with his weight, or let his metal legs poke you uncomfortably. He doesn't want you to wake, not yet, not now. Just give him a little more time.

He swirls your nipple on his tongue, pausing to- very gently, bite it. He sucks it a little more before separating with a small, wet pop and flicking his tongue over it.

He kisses his way down your chest and stomach, pausing only to pull down your pants before continuing his journey, kissing over your hips and thigh, before gently lifting your legs and spreading them apart, kissing his way to the inside of your thigh.

He quickly rids himself of his gloves and pulls you open for him, dipping his tongue inside you as his nose buries into you. He explores you first, his tongue sweeping over what it can comfortably reach before he begins to thrust and lick you with growing fervor.

His tongue drags over the roof of your inner walls, pulling back just so he can push himself deeper inside you. His bare hands hold your hips steady as he eats you out like a man starved, every whimper, every twitch, every subtle shift of your body spurs him on. He doesn't care that there are people outside, he doesn't care that he shouldn't be doing this, and he doesn't care if you wake up sore tomorrow- Oh god, does he want to make you wake up sore tomorrow.

He hopes he'll be the first to see you when you wake, so he can watch you as you wince and complain about how uncomfortable your bed must've been as you slowly crawl out of bed. Maybe you'd even ask for his help then, a little shyness in your request.

He pushes himself as far as he can go inside of you, his tongue working insatiably as he hears you moan and pant.

He can feel by the jerky movements of your hips and desperation in your voice that you're close and it makes him groan loudly and shudder, a hot, sticky warmth dripping down the inside of his pants.

His hands grope and massage at your ass and thighs as his head bobs between your legs, determined to make you come for him and let him taste your sweetness.

The sudden tightening of your muscles and blissed out moan that leaves your lips makes him feel like he's cloud nine, he eagerly abandons his previous task in favor of lapping up every drop of you.

He's so engrossed in licking you clean that he barely registers when you sleepily call out to him, sounding so confused.

"Oh, my dear." He groans and after a few more licks raises himself to look at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a bright red painting his cheeks and ears. "Don't worry, I'm just helping you feel better."

He leans in and peppers kisses over your forehead and cheek, smiling when you try to move your head away from him. "Just sit tight, my love, I have a few more things I want to do and I know you'll like them too."

[shrimp-dumpling]

dormitory stories

Attempt at interacting with social media for once, basically. Lol, lets see how this goes :3

|— —|

[Room_1: Watanabe Astral, Repairer, Kamui Bastion]

|— —|

Watanabe walked towards the room that the commandant had given him.

It was a temporary stay, he reminded himself, and that the commandant had let him stay since he wasn't so keen on staying in the other places of Babylonia.

He knocked on the door. Once, twice, three times. No answer, empty, or so it seems.

The door slid open, making no sound, fortunately.

..... was that a corrupted?

He blinked in confusion. An infected with a ribbon on its head.

What.

Sure, the Babylonians were hypocrites, but would they really go that far?

No, does Babylonia even know this? Afterall, this is the Gray Ravens' base and dormitories, there's a chance they just... housed a corrupted without telling anyone.

He stared at it in silence. Eventually, it noticed him and scurried behind a counter, scared of him.

"Huh? What's wrong lil' guy?" A voice came and surprised him even more.

'A Strike Hawk member?' If he remembered correctly, the voice belonged to Kamui.

As if on cue with his thoughts, said person left from behind the dividers next to the door and entered his line of sight, going to the kitchen of the dorm room to where the corrupted was hiding.

In a moment of walking, Kamui spotted him in the corner of his eyes.

"Huh? Oh, hey! You're Watanabe, right? Commandant said i was getting another roommate," Kamui flashed him a big smile before his imaginary puppy ears dropped "though only temporary apparantly..."

... new generation constructs sure are something...

Kamui welcomed him with open arms and reassured him that the repairer bot was nice and clean of the punishing virus.

Kamui also showed him some games, and that was how they spent their time together.

《Vision: a grumpy old man and his excited grandson》

|— —|

[Lounge: Camu Crocotta, Lee Entropy, Nanami Storm]

|— —|

The commandant had made a lounge. Lee doesn't know why the commandant had made a lounge, nor what purpose it served for initially.

He always hung around the lounge for one thing or another though. He supposes the lounge does have a purpose afterall besides being a waiting room.

The most frequent users of the place were more often than not Camu, Kamui, or Nanami.

Why? Simple, because the commandant had installed gaming computers.

Lee doesn't understand why the commandant installed gaming computers, much less six of them, but now they're consistently used by three certain people, while the rest of the computers were free for use.

Lee can't exactly concentrate in such an environment, so he finds himself mostly curled up near and sometimes directly below the ACs and doing his simpler and less taxxing works.

God the lounge ACs hit different.. what kind of premium air are they producing?

Occasionally, No. 21 comes in and watches him work, snuggled up against him and enjoying the AC too.

Seems they have something in common afterall.

Meanwhile...

"FUCK OFF HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY KILL—"

"LOL LOSER YOU'RE JUST BAD AND SAD CUZ NANAMI WON LALALALALA"

"GUYS LOOK I JUST GOT A 5 STAR CHARACTER-"

....

《Vision: older brother and chaotic younger siblings》

|— —|

[Research_Lab: Wanshi Hypnos, Liv Lux, No.21 XXI]

|— —|

Wanshi likes two places in the Gray Raven's base, or maybe three if you count the commandant's office.

The first place he likes is the Library. It's quiet and not a lot of people roam there, save for maybe the captain who visits the Gray Raven's personal library on the daily.

'Since when did their commandant had such a budget?'

The second place he likes is the research lab.

'Again, what kind of commandant was able to afford a whole laboratory of all things?.. it seems the Gray Raven commandant really is special then..'

It's quiet, and the only people who are ever allowed access is either the Gray Ravens or people who got permission from the commandant of the Gray Ravens.

Honestly, he only ever goes there to sleep and watch Liv do some interesting work.

What he does wonder is why No. 21 was apart of the people who were allowed in the lab.

Who knows? Maybe Vera is using her to spy on the results or something.

Well, it's not his problem. No. 21 can do what she wants to do, because in the end she was still just a child like them, only several years younger both mentally and physically.

Now that he thinks about it, he absent-mindedly wonders why the commandant acts like a father to them sometimes.

As he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, he can imagine the commandant petting his head and lulling him to a wishful sleep.

He thinks, this idea of mixing squads isn't so bad afterall. Quite the found family setting... how nice.

《Vision: Two sleepy cats and a sleeping puppy in the middle of them》

|— —|

[Library: Roseblade, Watanabe Nightblade, Chrome Archlight]

|— —|

Watanabe stepped foot into the library.

Don't get him wrong, he usually.. or basically never uses this frame when he's on Babylonia, but something in him said that this place was safe, ironically enough.

He looked around the... well, sea of bookshelves, the tall shelves reaching up to the ceiling.

You know, do you ever wonder how the commandant could even afford this?

He sighed and shook his head, looking around with his eyes before seeing that there was a counter nearby and a book log, probably to record what books had been borrowed.

....

...is that-

Y'know what, he won't question how the Gray Raven commandant managed to house another corrupted. He does faintly wonder if Babylonia knows about this though, but he'll keep his mouth shut for now...

He turned a corner and looked around the library, inspecting the books and seeing what was interesting.

'Fantasy, war, strategy, comedy... huh, all in one row? They should've organized this a little better..' he thought quietly as he glided his hand over the books, scanning each one of them for an interesting piece.

During his inspection, he does notice that in the corner of his eye, he sees someone laying down on one of the couches and reading a book.

The Strike Hawk captain? Seems like the fellow has a knack for books too.

He silently scoffed before returning back to his browsing, the library once again entering a peaceful silence of people minding their own business, a peace and silence that could rarely be found outside.

Roseblade tended to the library, given a new purpose.

Chrome read through his book, immersed in his hobby.

Watanabe browsed through the library, looking for something that matched his taste.

Just another day at the Gray Raven's library.

《Vision: hour of not-so-complete silence》

|— —|

Penname: Shrimp Dumpling

Pictures for context:

library (watanabe is at the back browsing books lmao)

Room_1

Lounge (i just realized it looks a little empty, might change that later)

Research lab (that ball of white behind the computer is 21's hair lol)

If you think the images look weird, they were captured by a camera since im using a different device lmao

Additional image that i wanted to add into the story but forgot about: infirmary with sharkspeare and liv

Sharkspeare is there for mental health benefits <3 who wouldn't recover when they see a cute shark hugging their leg and asking for cookies

[mionie]

🅂🅄🅁🆅🄸🅅🄰🄻 🄼🄸🅂🅂🄸🄾🄽 🄸🄽 🆃🄷🄴 🅆🄾🅁🄻🄳 🄾🅵 🄿🄶🅁

(A/N: sorry that it took too long for me to update this series. School's been busy😭. Anyway, enjoy guys❤️)

Log_04

"Hang in there, Commandant!" The medic said, holding the trembling hands of Julia on her lap. The spaceship they used just begun to enter the spacecraft.

Babylonia Spacecraft was MASSIVE. The in-game loading illustration looked the same as what she was witnessing, but she didn't expected this to be gigantic. If she were to put into comparison the Space station and their current vehicle, it's similar to comparing an ant to a vending machine.

Julia held back the bile rising at the back of her throat, watching their ship enter one of the more than 50 loading compartments.

She had been vomiting since she boarded the spaceship and out of the atmosphere, now, she had to adjust to the sudden change from anti-gravity to applied-gravity of the station. The ship released pressure and the construct pilot signaled them that was now okay to unboard the ship.

Her team members removed the harnesses attached to them while Julia just slipped herself out of the belts. As expected, her legs were wobbly and Liv supported her out of the cockpit.

Blinding light entered her sight as they walked down the ramp. A gasp left her chapped lips as she saw the size of the loading compartment. It was able to fit eight spaceships. Constructs and human personnel moved with precision as they handle crates of food, weapons, and many other things.

An officer greeted them, saluting to the elite squad of Babylonia. Lucia, at the front salute as well. Lee and Liv nodded at him.

"Welcome back, Gray Raven. President Hassen had requested your audience. I'll be escorting you there." They followed him towards a Humvee and they drove to the central receiving area. The Central Receiving Area was a large space with two-way, four lanes connecting to others compartments and sections of the craft. There was also a tall tower that serves as information and management centers that for supplies and people at the bottom. Inside the tower were elevators connecting the top and bottom floors.

The Humvee dropped them off to the foot of the tower and they rode the elevator toone of the top floors. Her eyes sparkled at the height of the elevator shaft until they reached the their destination.

The top floor was breathtaking. Liv had to nudge her gently to keep her moving. The Command Center overlooked the space. You can see the distant stars shining into the dark void, and spacecrafts hovering near Babylonia. They descended a flight of stairs and went to the small platform were a young woman with blonde hair tied into braids, and an old man with an eye patch was discussing things.

Lucia, Liv, and Lee saluted towards the man and Julia followed their gesture. The old man, Hassen, turned towards them and smiled.

Gosh, he's more handsome in personal. Aged like fine wine.

"Welcome back, Gray Ravens." The woman beside him, Celica, waved at them.

"President Hassen, Gray Raven, here as you requested." Lucia said, stepping forward.

He nodded, "I wanted to hear about your reports personally regarding your mission. As you all know, it's not that simple."

"Shall we head to the meeting room?" Celica smiled angelically, leading them towards an empty room with a long table and seats located at the center of the room. They sat down while Celica remained standing beside Hassen.

"How was the mission." Hassen started, getting himself comfortable at the head of the table.

"Corrupted were scattered within the perimeter of City-005. No signs of survivors, but we came across animals every 1 kilometer, mostly dogs and birds." Lucia said.

Liv opened her screen and played it at the center of the table. It showed data and video clips attached on her report, "each corrupted we encountered were similar to frame and design from the typical corrupted we encountered before. However, according to what I gathered, there was a 1.892 percent change of their attacks and behavior but it was dealt with accordingly."

Lee added while he played one of the recorded video of their fight, "the slight shift of their behavior was only recorded near the edges of the city. No more similar change was detected as we got inside."

"I see." Hassen continued watching the video until it finished before turning to the ineardly confused commandant.

"Commandant [+1-!/],, what are your thoughts?" She jumped when she didn't hear her name. Her ears tickled from the computerized sound of her supposed-to-be name was uttered by her Commander.

What... was that? Am I okay?

Celica looked the shocked Commandant with worry. She could see eyebags hanging heavily under her eyes and interrupted him, "President Hassen, shall I get us some beverages?"

"Hm? That would be a great idea, Celica. Coffee for me plea--"

"Water? Okay, water for President Hassen. How about you, Gray Raven?" She ignored her superior's whine as she turned to the team.

"We don't require that, Celica, but thank you." Lucia nodded in gratitude, but Celica was having none of it. It seemed like she made up her mind as she chirped, "water as well? Alright, three more water added on the list! How about the Commandant?"

Me? "Ah... Water as well, please."

"Alright. I'll be back with water soon. Everyone, please use the time to relax first." She said as she left the room.

They were silent the whole time. The three constructs rigidly sat on their chairs, while Hassen just closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat peacefully. As for the alien in the room, Julia burried her face in her arms on top of the table, letting her eyes shut while they wait for their water.

She could understand their conversation but she had a hard time processing what they said. Then another problem arose, her name wasn't uttered freely, as if her name was being censored. She thought back to what happened to her profile back in the bathroom.

Moments later, Celica returned holding a tray of their own glasses of water and side snacks. The humans in the room munched on the snacks Celica provided while the constructs sipped their water. For the time they had their shirt break, Julia was glad Celica was the one doing most of the talking. President Hassen was occasionally the center of the topic with her openly expressed her bitterness regarding her work, her salary, how her direct boss was a workaholic, and many more complaints.

She knew what her predicament was, and she was aware that she was losing her mind. However, as much as she worried about her isekai'd situation, plus the sudden responsibility placed on her shoulder as a soldier and a commandant, she temporarily freed herself from those gnawing worries.

Julia took a last bite from the plain, but subtly sweet biscuit, "... President Hassen ought to be mindful of his health as much as he is to his employees," she joined in, earning a gasp from the old man. Celica nodded in irritation, "right? Is he even aware of how much it worries us? Maybe he thinks he's still as strong as he was in his prime."

"Ahem, Celica, I'm still here, you know?" He sighed. The poor man could not do anything but accept their words, as painful as they may.

"Right. Has everyone finished eating? Good, we will be resuming our discussion," Celica stood up and Hassen nodded, "Commandant, shall we hear about your input of this mission?"

Julia calmed herself, donning a confident persona. She should not fail this, her future lies at the outcome of her delivery. She practiced her lines and any possible questions given to her back in the Babylonia transport terminal.

"None, sir. The mission went alright."

"I read in Liv's health-check report that you were experiencing shock and temporary disorientation?"

"Yes. It almost cost us the success of the mission. This is due to my incompatibility and recklessness," she bowed her head towards her superior in apology.

Celica looked at her, "do you plan in having yourself check?"

"I'll have Liv do it, if it's okay with her?"

"Yes! Of course, it's okay, Commandant!" The soft construct smiled before tilting her head, "I will ensure that Commandant's back to her past self."

"Okay. We'll be counting on you, Liv," Hassen nodded to the girl. He then stood up, the others followed, "then this meeting's adjourned. Commandant [+1-!/], I will be expecting the documented report." Him and Celica left and the the team were left inside.

Julia released a sign, a hand on her chest. That was nerve-wracking. Even though they were nice, they still hold authority over her. She consoled her weak heart. Julia turned to her team, "shall we go? And uh, I might need support." I'm gonna use my excuse of dizziness so they will lead me to our room. Exploit of authority? Lol, maybe. She smiled at her thoughts.

Lucia supported Julia as she wobbled down the large and very, very, very, very long hallways of the Command center. Why couldn't they ride the Humvee once more? Or at least, should they build a transport belt for faster transportation.

She looked around their destination, they kept on walking from hallway to hallway, and not once did she saw the outside. Well, exploration comes later after she memorized the twists and turns they made earlier. She'll need to inquire Liv of a map later.

Soon, they arrived at a door with a sign saying "Gray Raven Dormitory" and entered. They entered they were greeted by their lobby. Julia's gray eyes widened. Their dormitory lobby looked the exact same thing as the default background of the in-game lobby.

"Wow..."

"What is?"

"Nothing." Lee raised one of his eyebrow before going to, Julia assumed, his room. Liv proceeded to the kitchen, saying that she needed to prepare healthy food and medications for their Commandant. Lucia assisted her until they reached her room at the corner of the dormitory.

"I'll be going now, Commandant. If there's anything you need, please yell."

"Uh, yes. Thank you, Lucia."

Lucia nodded before entering the first room aligning Lee's. The room in the middle must be Liv's.

She entered her supposed room and noticed how simple and bland the room was, same to their room in the terminal. Although, the difference was the existing pictures placed on the wall. She took a closer look. They were picture of her team, some were they posed with the camera, others were taken by the Commandant without their knowing.

Her fingertips traced the edges of the photos until she reached the corner of the mosaic of pictures. She sat on the bed and kept her eyes on the pictures. There were only a handful of photos on the wall, but each of them told a story. Based on Lucia's frame earlier, Dawn, she could surmise that she was either in Chapters 3 to 6. Looking back at the photos, it showed that there was still tension and awkwardness with the group.

She took out her notebook and started writing.

Number 2. Investigate and study.

- take note of the timeline in the game.

- make sure not to arouse suspicion from others, especially Gray Raven and the higher-ups

- memorize Babylonia layout

- familiarize the rules and regulations of the station, as well as the norms

- study battle strategies and tactics

- familiarize with the command and heirarchy of the system

She tapped the pen on her chin, thinking of other things to include on her to-do list.

- study and practice use of weapons

- familiarize with medicines especially the serum

- in every mission, a report should be made

Maybe these are all of them? She triple read the list she made before closing her notes and lying down on the bed. Weariness started to settle on her system before she jolted up again.

Right. Hassen said he would be waiting for the report...

She swallowed the knot in her throat and made her way to the table at the corner of the room. On the desk, there were papers were scattered with scribbles and formal writing, and two stacks of documents remained untouched on the floor beside the desk. With the amount of work to be done, she sank on the chair and cursed the original Gray Raven Commandant for their negligence. Well, she was not sure if the original Commandant was negligent and lazy, but she blamed them anyway.

She began segregating useful papers from trash-related ones before studying the pattern of delivery of the Commandant. It would take time, yes, but she need to send a report as soon as possible to earn her much needed rest.

[rolypoly-rose]

Interest Check

Does anyone have any requests for scenarios with the PGR boys? I'm in too deep, someone throw angsty scenarios at me so I can make Strike Hawk break down sobbing :'^)

Will do:

OC-inspired/based scenarios;

Angst, fluff, Alternate Universes, Headcanons;

"How would [character] react to [event]?";

Intimacy implications (and ONLY implications, I can't bring myself to write NSFW; ALSO only for the characters over 18), etc;

Any character I know well enough (mostly Strike Hawk, Ayla and Lee).

Won't do:

Straight-up NSFW (again, not my thing to write);

Characters I don't know well (unreleased characters (not counting new frames for existing characters) or just ones I'm not too familiar with);

Romance with the underage characters: meaning if their mental age is under 18 I ain't writing romantic stuff with them. So Lucia, Liv, Changyu, etc are a no-go;

Self-harm and gender identity-centered scenarios (I will never know what it's like to be in any of the situations so I don't want to write something that would feel hollow and borderline romanticized. I'd rather not write those issues at all than write them poorly. Sorry!).

All in all, just feel free to be really specific if you'd like to! It personally helps me. If you want a specific character or group of characters please specify that too! And if you're not sure if I can or can't do the scenario you have in mind, just ask anyway and I'll give an answer eventually! I'm also free to not accept requests for any reason. This is just for fun and I don't want to make myself uncomfortable.

May you all get the characters you want!

(it took me 10 minutes to format this post for the love of god someone help me)

[senespera4]

Oh right the throuple dynamic is basically just

Fuck, I should really design a Commandant lmao

Like I've been thinking about this crack Chrome/Commandant/Noctis polycule for a *long* while now and the current image of the Commandant has just been "looks vaguely like one of my FFXIV OCs" lmao

[projectfiction]

Yooooooo, i really love your writings for Watanabe and Kamui 😭❤ May i please ask for Chrome? :') it could be fluff, angst, whatever you have in mind honestly. Thank you and have a nice day/night!

Hello, anon! Thank you for the ask (and kind words)! I'm sorry it took so long to get to this; life's been a bit of a bitch lately (><)

Since you didn't request anything in particular, I thought it would be a good opportunity to explore something I've had in mind for a while.

This is about the concept of grief, the myriad aspects of it, and the ever-changing spectrum of ways it can be experienced. I explored each facet using a colour of the rainbow because I think it's interesting to link something usually associated with happiness to pain. It's an explorative and somewhat introspective piece, and perhaps a little weird, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Take heed, it's a long one (3.8k)!

P.S.: if you don't like it, please feel free to submit another ask! I'm aware I may have taken a bit too much creative liberty with this one haha.

TW: major character death, angst.

Chasing Fire   //    CHROME

There are colours to grief. Sorrow is red and blue and violet, and everything in between. You can wear it like clothes, watch as it draws the eye and shuts the mouth. You can look through it like glass and see the world unfold. You can paint with it, stories and songs cradled in the empty space between your ribs.

You can breathe it in, but you can’t breathe it out.

Once you invite it in, it never leaves.

R E D   |   c h a s i n g   f i r e  

You lay in his arms, a broken doll weeping red. Blood had soaked through your shirt, inking your skin with tattoos of violence. There was so much of it. So thick it was smothering. So dark it was almost black. Chrome bit his lip and put more pressure on your wound. He couldn’t bear to look at your face, to see the pallor of it and know that death was calling. To know that he was the one who’d failed you. 

“Stay with me, Commandant,” he said, fighting to keep the panic from his voice. “Don’t fall asleep.”

“I’m not asleep,” you slurred. Bloodless lips curled into the ghost of a smile. “Just resting my eyes.” Your breaths were rapid and shallow, in time with a hummingbird pulse that grew fainter by the minute.

“Tell me a story,” he said urgently. “The last book you read?”

Your eyelids fluttered, but didn’t open. It took you several long beats to answer. “We don’t have to do this, Chrome.” Your fingers closed around his wrist. “I know.”

He bit back the lies that curled on his tongue. He wanted so much to deny, to look away from the unbearable truth, but he couldn’t lie to you. He never could. He reached out to caress your face, thumb brushing over the swell of your cheek. You exhaled softly. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head weakly. “Not your fault.”

“How can you say that? I promised them I’d bring you home. I was supposed to protect you and--”

You pressed a finger to his lips. Chrome could taste the blood on your skin. “Shhh,” you said with some effort. “It’s okay. You’ll be alright.”

“It’s not okay,” he insisted, holding your trembling hand between his own. “None of this is okay.”

“Well… I forgive you anyway.”

Those words shattered something inside him. Like a dam breaking, tears streamed down his face, drawn from some deep well of anguish without end. The pain inside him was a hunger that could not be satisfied, and would not be contained. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t shape the words. Silent screams tore themselves from his throat, taking with them shattered pieces of his inhuman heart. Right then, he wasn’t a Construct; he was just a man with human hurts and human sorrows, mourning the loss of a human life. His grief called forth your own tears. They spilled down your cheeks in a bitter chain. Each staccato breath sent electric pain through your broken body, but you couldn’t stop. There was simply too much. Too much pain, too much regret. Too many things that needed to be said and not enough time to even begin. You could only cry and cry, and hope that Chrome understood. 

“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, head bent against yours. His voice was ragged and raw. “Please stay.”

“I want to,” you breathed against his lips. There were no more tears left in you. No space for grief. Only a dull ache and a growing numbness. “I’m scared. I don’t want to die.”

Chrome could have screamed. He could have ripped the world apart over the injustice of it all. But none of that would save you. He couldn’t kiss you better or change fate or reverse the flow of time. He could only hold you as you slipped from this world, as helpless as sand before the tide. 

“I would do anything to fix this,” he said, cradling your head between his hands. Your eyes were unfocused, the skin around them tight with pain. “I wish…” He blinked away the blurriness in his vision and tried again. “I wish I could have protected you.”

“What a… simple wish,” you rasped. “Lucky it already came true.”

“What?”

You smiled. Or tried to. It was hard to know what your body was doing anymore. “You protected my mind… My soul. That’s enough.” You swallowed thickly. It was getting harder to breathe. “Is it dark already? I’m so cold.”

Chrome gathered you to him gently. His arms around you were tight, but you hardly felt it. “I’m here,” he said in your ear, again and again. “I’ll always be here.”

Your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder. A chill was spreading through your body, as if ice had replaced the blood in your veins. It was uncomfortable, but you welcomed it. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. “Tell me something nice,” you said, letting your eyes drift shut. “A story… With a happy ending.”

A small sob escaped from Chrome. His breath quivered, dancing over your skin in small puffs of warmth. You wanted to wipe the tears from his face, to comfort him and be comforted in turn. But your body was no longer yours. It danced with death now, and you were simply a spectator in the stalls. You were so tired. You’d fought for so long. All you wanted was to sleep. Here, at the end of it all, you set down your burdens and let yourself rest. I’m listening, Chrome, you thought languidly, as the rhythms of your body slowed. 

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Chrome felt like he was breaking apart at the seams, losing the very essence of himself to an uncaring world. All of his fleeting happiness felt so far away, like the remnants of an impossible dream. There was only a brief moment in time that was free of pain, brilliant and blinding like sunlight on waves. A lonely memory of kinder times. 

He returned to the landscape of his childhood, and began.

“Once upon a time, there was a prince who wanted for nothing. He had gold and gems and servants to fulfill his every wish. The world was at his fingertips, but he had no friends. He was lonely.” You gave a tiny hum. Chrome continued. “He searched high and low, but nobody cared for his formality and stiffness. They called him a robot, who didn’t know what it meant to be human. Then one day, he met a beautiful girl. She caught his attention immediately.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “She treated the prince like any other person, without fear or judgement. And so she became his first and dearest friend.” 

You mumbled something, though he couldn’t make out the words. “The two went on many adventures together, defeating great evils across the lands. Dark beasts and corrupt kings and disease. After their journey closed, the prince found that he’d fallen in love with her. He loved her beauty, her bravery, and her intellect. She was everything he wasn’t and more besides. Their marriage was celebrated across the kingdom. Together, they ruled fairly and--” His voice cracked, but he forced himself to continue. “And there was no more suffering in their lands. Everyone was happy, but none more so than the king and queen. The end.”

You were silent. Your tortured breaths had faded to pained little gasps like you were choking on air. Your body twitched in his arms, fighting enemies he couldn’t see. Chrome let out a broken sob. “Go then,” he said. “Go if it hurts. Go. I love you.”

That seemed to be the permission you needed. Your body stilled with a final exhale. You were slack and cold against his chest, a dead weight upon his soul. He struggled against the urge to scream. Chrome buried his face in your neck and breathed you in, lavender on blood mixed with a cloying sweetness. “Come back,” he whispered against your skin. “Please come back to me.”

His heart beat steadily in his breast, a perfectly inhuman thing that never wavered. But he could still feel it break.

He wept like his soul was being ripped apart. 

Grief is red, roses and thorns all at once. Like chasing fire, I reach for the warmth of memory, but there is only the burn of flame. There is no comfort here, only endless paths of pain.

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O R A N G E   |   b u r n i n g   c o a l s 

Hassen sighed. “I understand you’re distressed,” he said. “But I won’t accept your resignation.” He held up a hand before Chrome could object. “People who want to be Constructs are rare. Those who are compatible are even rarer. If you leave, there’s nobody to replace you as leader of Strike Hawk.”

“Kamui or Banji are more than capable,” Chrome countered adamantly. “They’re just as experienced.”

Hassen raised a brow. “Surely I don’t need to tell you experience isn’t the only measure of competence.”

Chrome fell silent. He knew Hassen was right, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it. His spirit was shattered. Picking up the broken pieces was a mountain he didn’t know how to climb. “I don’t know how to go on,” he said finally. “It’s too painful.”

“It’s painful now, but it’ll pass,” Hassen said. His breath hitched. “Trust me.”

Chrome didn’t think he could trust anyone ever again. Himself least of all. He nodded mutely. Hassen seemed satisfied with that. He turned to leave before pausing at the door. “You should attend the funeral,” he said after a moment. “It’ll help.”

Chrome felt like he’d been slapped. “No,” he said immediately. “I doubt Gray Raven wants to see the man who killed their Commandant.”

“They’ve had time to process. And grieve. I think they’ll want to see you.”

He said nothing. He could hardly look at the other man. Hassen sighed. “Just think about it.”

The doors hissed shut behind him. 

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He couldn’t go to the funeral. He’d thought about it like Hassen asked, but there would be too much of you there. Too many reminders that you were gone, not even bones left to hold. He didn’t want to hear others talking of your life and glorifying your death. He couldn’t bear to hear of your bravery when all he could see was the fear in your face and the regret in your eyes. He still remembered the tremble in your hands, the way you’d clung to him and wept. Your words rang in his mind. Those words that chased him from day to night, and haunted him in hollow dreams.

I’m scared. I don’t want to die.

Chrome buried his face in his hands. The tears swept over the plains of his soul, trying to ease an unquenchable hellfire. He clenched at the sheets. Tore at his hair. He slammed his fist into the ground until sparks flew from metallic joints. 

But there was nothing that could heal the wound within. 

Grief is orange. Burning coals simmering under the surface, stirred to flame by the gentlest of reminders. It hides and it sleeps, but it never dies.

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Y E L L O W   |   s e t t i n g   s u n

He stumbled, gasping for breath. His entire body hurt. Vital fluid leaked from a dozen places, but Chrome ignored it. Another swing, another slash. Corrupted hands reached for him like the groping hands of death. Something sharp dug into his shoulder. He grunted and swept his scythe in a blazing arc before yanking the blade from his body. His vision glitched. Warning signals flashed. Vital fluid loss. Stabilisation module damaged. Core processing unit under extreme strain. Chrome swept matted hair from his eyes. He didn’t need to be told his body was failing. He could feel it in the heaviness of his limbs, in the flaring pain that accompanied every movement. The world was dark around the edges. 

Is this how you felt, Commandant? Did it hurt like this?

His legs buckled. The ground rose to meet him even as the bright edge of a blade descended on his right. Chrome closed his eyes. 

“CAPTAIN!”

The clash of metal on metal was followed by the thunderous crash of something collapsing. Strong hands picked him up as his teammates slung his arms over their shoulders. “It’s not like you to be so reckless,” Kamui said with real fear. “It’s almost like you want to die.”

“I--” He broke off. Did he want to die? He hadn’t tried to defend himself at all. But he could have. He knew he could have. 

“Not yet,” Banji said quietly from his other side. “We still need you, Captain.”

Chrome hung his head. Shame and regret warred in his fragile heart. He didn’t know how to feel, but one thing was clear:

It wasn’t yet time. He’d have to keep you waiting a little longer. 

Grief is yellow. Soft and gentle, like the afterglow of a setting sun. Even when the flame has gone, it remains. It doesn’t burn anymore, but it haunts me all the same.

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G R E E N   |   j a d e d   e y e s

The days were getting easier. He still felt the loss of you like a missing limb, but your phantom hands no longer suffocated him. Your lips no longer kissed to kill. You’d turned from a vengeful spectre into something softer, a shade that kept him company in the dark. He breathed, it seemed, for the first time in a long time. 

Yet his mind still caught at the smallest things. Lovers kissing in the dark. Two hands twined together. Laughter around the corner. He missed the warmth of your touch, soft and tender in a way only humans could truly be. He yearned for the press of your skin against his, intimate and secret in the lonely nights. He wanted to hear your voice and kiss your lips. More than anything, he wanted you beside him. Loving him as you could, the way he loved you. 

But there was only a shadow by his side, clinging to him with invisible claws. It held your shape and stole your face, but Chrome knew it for the monster that it was. 

“Congratulations,” he said politely, handing a beautifully wrapped present to the bride. “May your love be everlasting.”

The couple beamed at him, radiant in their happiness. Their gratitude was as real as his words were false. 

He turned away.

Grief is green. Envious eyes, jealous heart. I thought I was healing, but perhaps I am healing wrong. Who is the man in the mirror?

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B L U E   |   o c e a n   d e p t h s 

Chrome, you said. Remember to breathe.

I am breathing, he thought, suddenly aware of the rising bubbles all around him. Big and small, wild and free, running towards the light above. Am I breathing?

You laughed. I’m not sure. I can’t tell.

He purposefully took a large gulp. Air flooded into his lungs despite the sunlit ocean around him. He laughed. That’s strange. Have I turned into a fish?

You’re very much not a fish, you confirmed. He couldn’t see you, but your voice was clear. Everywhere and nowhere all at once, like you were the very water itself. 

Where are you? He looked around, but there was only the endless sea. Crystalline waters vast and empty, and so beautifully blue. 

You sounded sad. Not with you, though I wish I was. 

Then come, Chrome said happily. I’ll pick you up. Just like always.

If only you could. But I think I’m a little too far away.

What do you mean?

You didn’t answer. The ocean was growing dark around him, black ink like oil rising from the depths. Smoky tendrils curled around his legs. He shuddered. Trying to kick them off only seemed to create more. He kicked towards the surface, but the sunlight was gone. The waters were ice against his skin, cold and unwelcoming. A black hand closed around his throat. 

Chrome thrashed desperately, but there was no escape. The blackness was complete, like the hand of night had crushed the world in its palm. There was no beginning and no end, no up or down. Only a darkness so deep it consumed all else. Help! Don’t leave! 

I can’t stay, you said. Your voice was already fading. Let me go, Chrome. 

Wait! He inhaled a lungful of grease. Come back! 

But you were gone. 

The sea swallowed him whole. 

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Chrome woke with a start. The room was still grey; his alarm hadn’t gone off yet. He rubbed a hand over his face and stared at the sheets tangled around his feet. There was no black sea after all. Just twisted linen and hopeless dreams.

He rose and got dressed. 

Grief is blue. Endless like the ocean and just as deep. Vaster than the sky and just as curious. Always it finds new shapes to take, and new ways to hurt me.

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I N D I G O   |   s c a r   t i s s u e

He’d taken to wearing your engagement ring on a chain around his neck. Always tucked away so nobody could see. Always there, warm against his artificial heart. He fingered the polished metal. It was a simple band. No diamonds or gold, not that there was any left to be had. But you’d smiled at him all the same, accepting his proposal with a giddy joy that had kindled his own. 

Chrome had secretly recorded the moment, intending to play it at your wedding. That was a shattered dream now, but he couldn’t bring himself to delete the data. He watched the clip again, smiling softly at the happy grin on your face. You peppered his face with kisses, arms and legs wrapped around his body. There was no audio, but he could hear every word.

He flicked the video off. Things like this no longer bothered him. Distance and time had dulled the pain and stitched his wound closed. The knife’s edge of memory was almost a comfort now, barely a scratch when it used to be a stab. Still, though he no longer bled, the scars lingered. And they would never let him forget. They would never let him forgive. 

No amount of time would ever wipe the stain of your blood from his soul. 

Grief is indigo. It’s what emerges at the edge of night, when the heat of day has passed. It’s the scar tissue that remains when the wound has closed. Even when it no longer hurts, I’ll always carry the memory of that pain.

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V I O L E T   |   u n s e e n   s o u l

“If we attack from here, we can catch them in a pincer move,” Chrome said, pointing to the map. “Our chances of success will increase.”

“I agree,” she said, flashing a smile at him. Her hand rested close to his, so close he could feel the heat of her on his skin. “Looks like the majority agree with Chrome.” She nodded. “Great. That’s the plan then. Meeting adjourned.”

Chrome made to leave. “Wait, Captain.”

He turned. She smiled at him, clearing her throat awkwardly as she waited for the others to file out. Someone winked at him as the room emptied. His heart sank. 

“So,” she started when it was just the two of them. “You really took charge of that meeting.”

“Just doing my job,” he said lightly. “Can I help you with something else?”

She hesitated before meeting his eyes. They were large and earnest, so like yours. And yet so very different. His heart squeezed painfully. “I was wondering if you’d like to catch up for lunch sometime?” she asked shyly. Her voice was small and uncertain, so different from the proud Commandant of minutes ago. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away. “I’m unavailable.”

She deflated immediately. “Really? I thought… I was told that you didn’t have anyone at the moment. Is it just me then?”

“It’s not you. It’s...” He trailed off. There really was no way to say it. “I’m not looking for anything right now.”

“Is it… Is it your fiancee? I heard about what happened.”

Chrome said nothing. She studied him and sighed. “It’s been three years since then, hasn’t it? This could be the start of something new.”

He smiled ruefully. “It could,” he admitted, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “But it won’t. I’m sorry.”

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Chrome returned to his room. Your ring gleamed on the table, scuffed and bent after all the battles it’d seen. You’d loved that thing like it wasn’t just a piece of scrap metal. It carried a piece of your soul and would always be beautiful for it. Because it wasn’t just a fragment of you, it was the part of you that had been given to him freely in love and acceptance. And now, it was the only thing left to him. A dead thing that had taken your place in his heart. 

He sighed and sat on the bed. His room was the same as ever. The same four walls, the same white sheets. The same desk and lights and air. Only you had changed, leaving your physical body behind for a ghost that haunted him. But even that was gone now. There was only your ring, and the ash of his memories. 

Chrome thought back to the woman. He couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that was drawn to her, but there was a bigger part of him that couldn’t let you go. The Gray Ravens had gotten a new Commandant two years ago, one they treated with as much respect as they had you. Neither Kamui nor Banji had mentioned your name in years. The world had moved on while you slept. 

If he joined them and looked to the future, if he allowed himself to forget… You really would disappear. Just another grave. Just another statistic. He couldn’t bear that. Even if the world forgot, he wouldn’t. 

So long as he remembered, some piece of you would remain here, with him. 

So long as he remembered, he could pretend that life was still worth living. Because deep down, Chrome knew that while his body still moved and his heart still beat, the pieces of him that made him whole had died with you. 

And you would always be gone. 

Grief is violet. I can’t always see it, but it’s always there. The hidden seventh, an unseen soul. My love, one day, we’ll meet again. And I’ll tell you a brand new story.

[pgrdorms]

Hryeyy I missed you! Nice to see you again👍 how have you been doing?

If it's okay with you, can I request a fic of Lee and Chrome competing for skk? Ngl it would be funny to see since they're both the big brains of the teams and seeing the big brains fight over some things is funny to me. It can me sfw or nsfw whatever you want it to be :D

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Hi sushi anon!! I've been good, pretty busy and tired recently haha

Lee and Chrome competing:

SFW | Fluff | Gn!Reader

They're both perfectionists, so when they're head to head, its chaotic

Nobody has seen such a sassy, intellectual argument between the both of them

Chrome tends to be a bit more calmer, but has a lot of passive aggressive comments that you won't see coming

Lee is more snarky, and more outwards to his displeasure towards Chrome hanging around you

Lee: Commandant needs nutrients, and the best food for that is bread

Chrome: You're not accounting the calories and carbs Commandant would be consuming, a balanced diet of vegetables and meat is better

Lee: Perhaps you forgot how more accessible bread is to Commandant? Who has the time to harvest and cook vegetables.

Everyone tries to stay away when they get in their arguments

They could argue for hours and not notice you walking away to get your own food

When it comes to training, Lee and Chrome will try to impress you with their skills

It boils down to them seeing who can get the most bullseyes at the shooting range

"If I get more than you, then I get to train with Commandant."

"I'm extremely competent in all weapons, including your guns, so I hope you're prepared to lose."

They also hold hacking competitions to try impress you

They both try insult each other by pointing out mistakes in each others code

It slowly turns into them lowkey working together to build code/hack without them realising

They could actually really get along, if they weren't so busy trying to win you over

Chrome is the type to get up early and wake you up with coffee, and prepare a nice itinerary for you

Lee is the type to just come in when you least expect it, thrust a robot he made into your arms and walk away blushing

Tagged: @genshinarchives

[von327]

Just re watched the corpse bride movie, that I adore, and thought " hmm what about a pgr au with Chrome, Lee and the commandant"

Commandant - Victor

Lee - Emily

Chrome - Victoria

Chrome and the commandant would be on an arranged marriage because of family status and because of all the shenanigans of the movie, the commandant would meet Lee.

In both worlds, the living and the dead could be put with other pgr characters and some things could be a little changed so some relationships could be included? Like Chrome being friends with Kamui and Wanshi. Lee spider and maggot friend being Liv and Lucia? I don't know but I would really like to read something about it.

If someone's interested in writing this au I woul read 100%, I just don't write myself because doing long stories or multichapter ones is not something my brain can handle ୧⁠(⁠ ⁠˵⁠ ⁠°⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠°⁠ ⁠˵⁠ ⁠)⁠୨

I really hope someone would be okay writing or don't fanart of it

[koukouture]

Wakey wakey new PGR construct OC just dropped~ 

Name: Dantalion, Dante for short

Psychological age: 17

Frame: Rose Shade 

Weapon: Levi Guns 

Service time: four years 

Trivia 

- Super unhealthy oh my god

- Obsessed with commandant 

- Ratshit crazy about them and will kill for them 

- An absolute menace but everyone lets it slide bc he’s pretty + scary when provoked 

- He needs way more than SKK attention and affection he needs therapy and he needs it big time 

- Abandonment issues 

- Arson 

- Yeah

- Around others he’s pretty charming, a bit eccentric but charming 

- Around SKK?

- Hooo boy 

- Watanabe’s problem child 

- Gray Raven does not approve of him at all 

Commandant: But look at him! He’s so cute 

Lee: He’s unhinged

- Kamui is scared of him lmao 

- Chrome and Banji do not like him 

- He kind of freaks everyone out

- Except for Qiu who I feel he would be obsessed with 

- Oh and dear old dad Watanabe bc he just thinks that Dante is misguided 

- In terms of my little PGR oc fanfic universe, he didn’t care much for Ash but Qiu brings out his inner yandere 

- Qiu hates him probably, same with Ash 

- He makes Blaze really anxious 

- Anna tries to be understanding but his smile and laughs while he’s fighting are so unsettling that she’s sort of like “No I am not dealing with that” 

- Lonely, no friends 

- Except for canon SKK maybe 

- Could probably join the Ascendants but I’m still playing with that 

[unhappy-last-resort]

PGR Fanfic Recommendations

Just wanted to compile a little list of my favorites.

These range from 18+, to fluff, to angst, to suggestive (smut will be labeled 18+)

Knight's Longing - Sensabo

If you know my blog, this is not a surprise at all. I think I've talked about this fic like three times on here. It's gold if it were words. This is...not really angst or fluff, more of a character study if anything.

In This Moment - Sensabo

You like Noan? You like pain? Well do I have the fic for you! This is a slight canon divergence AU that takes place around CH26 / Cradle's Parade. If you know, you know.

|18+| 2023 Kinktober, Shameless - Starry

So, I did forget to mention (and was also self conscious about my writing so I lowkey didn't want to), but the Vonnegut segment is partly responsible for the existence of Forgive Me, My God. So...thank you for inadvertently enabling me?

Bloodbath - Starry

Yandere. Roland. Blood. My favorite things. Do I need to explain more? Like probably most people who are getting into the PGR fandom on tumblr, Starry's fics where one of, if not the first fanfics I read and this was absolutely the first Yandere PGR fic I read.

Am I The Only One? - Chronoshot

To be honest, these two fics by Chronos are a little special to me. Sprial of Chronos is one of my favorite patches and it's the one where I really got into PGR so it holds a special place in my heart

Luck Had Your Name - Chronoshot

This one I love a lot. The writing and use of color really emphasizes Lee's sincerity. On that note, this person is just a very good writer and you should read their stuff beyond this!

Regret - Les

a very cute little Chrome fluff fic that I read many, many moons ago but still warms my heart.

Marks & Claims - Les

A little Noctis fluff fic, one of the few that exist in English, I believe and I still remember being excited when I first saw it.

You Don't Have To Knock Next Time You Come In - Squishy

I still love this little yandere drabble from Squishy. They were the first one who really encouraged me on my blog and those asks and interactions I still hold dear to this day.

|18+| Twilight Falls (Bloodborne AU) - enupairdepartment

I, unfortunately, have yet to play Bloodborne, but I am obsessed with its aesthetic. Have you seen some of the scenery? Or the bosses? Terrifying, elegant, beautiful, and horrifying, are some of my favorite things. Hence why I had to read this AU. The ideas and potential this has definitely kept it in the back of my mind ever since I first read it.

Side Note: This author writes primarily Character X Character ships including Camu/Roland, Lee/Liv, Lee/Vera, Bianca/Watanabe so if that's something you've been looking for, consider checking them out!

Untitled Work - Shrimp Dumpling

Shrimp is one of the lovely people who participated in my PGR Writing Game, they have some lovely little fics that are honestly just a lot of fun to read.

Cherished Dreams - Eden

Do not be fooled by the author's ominous name, this is a fluff fic! With our one and only Wanshi written very beautifully.

|18+| Yandere Alpha - Rei

Look man, I have to include this okay. Ms. Lightning McQueen herself broke into my house and threatened me to do it, it's not my fault.

That's all that will be in this post, I will probably do this again at some point, but regardless I hope you found some new writers you'll enjoy. Remember to let them know that you appreciated their fics if you do!

[unhappy-last-resort]

I like many things in this world, some of those being vampires, specifically yandere vampires. So obviously, I find the idea of yandere vampire Chrome to be absolutely scrumptious. Another semi-long drabble ahead.

Warnings: Blood, biting, drugging, implied non-con, yandere

Constructs already have most of their senses enhanced, but Chrome finds his Nosferatu coating to be especially so. His hearing is enhanced greatly, to the point that he can hear your heart beat if you're in the room.

That's not all though, his taste and smell are more sensitive as well. He especially noticed this little detail when you accidentally cut yourself on some equipment. That was practically torture, not only could he smell your blood, he could smell it so clearly he could taste it on his tongue and it drove him mad.

So much so, that he immediately tended to your wound without even asking beforehand. Not to rid himself of the smell, the smell of your blood, but so he could swipe his thumb over your cut a few times before disinfecting it.

This, however, ended up being a terrible mistake on Chrome's part because the second he was able to steal a few moments for himself to taste your blood he was shaking. An almost painful urge to find you and drink more of that sweet nectar flowing in your veins had him on his knees, grasping at his chest as it felt like sweat must've been dripping down his forehead even though there was none as he fought off images of himself tearing into you like a rabid animal.

That day, Chrome decided to take his first day off in a long, long time. So long in fact that he can't remember the last time he had nothing to do.

Gray Raven and Strike Hawk, on hearing Chrome's request and seeing the...less than stellar state he was in, insisted on taking all of his workload for the day. It was a miracle he managed to convince them not to immediately call Asimov or Star of Life.

He still felt bad about suddenly leaving the mission right before it started when you were depending on him being there, even though Wanshi stepped in and you said it was fine, he wanted to do something to apologize.

So, he made you a very innocent raspberry chocolate cake and gently knocked on your dorm room that night, although he found himself in another strange predicament. Chrome's always known he was very respectful of peoples boundaries ignoring how he placed a camera you still haven't found yet in your room, but this was different.

He couldn't enter your room, he physically couldn't until you verbally invited him in. Once inside though, how he didn't lose himself right there when your scent was all that filled his artificial nostrils he'll never know.

After that though, everything went according to plan. You talked while you ate your perfectly innocent cake and when you started to feel a little sleepy, Chrome did what any good friend would do and carried you to your bed. He even helped you slip out of that uncomfortable uniform of yours and helped you wash your face and brush your teeth.

Do you know how cute you sound when you protest, but you're so tired you can barely keep your eyes open? Well, Chrome knows. He knows it very well because he all but memorized it as he bit into your inner thigh, your blood bursting into his mouth and overtaking his senses as he kept a bruising grip on your hip to keep you from squirming more than was desirable.

Your little whimpers, kicks, and slurred protests fell on deaf ears. It wouldn't be too long before you fell asleep anyways.

Just let him have his fun for tonight, you won't remember it by tomorrow so just let him have this, won't you?

[unhappy-last-resort]

Fevered Dreams ( PGR Chrome & ??? x GN Reader)

Warnings: implied somnophilia, manipulation, reader is sick (possibly COVID sick, depends on how my test goes), I am currently ill so I decided to write comfort that's less comfort and more discomfort instead

Lmk any mistakes or improvements I can make.

It started with something small. Just a sore throat and nothing more, but by the next afternoon it had slowly grown into into something more troublesome.

Shortness of breath and fatigue and all while you were on a mission too, how convenient. Gray Raven was quick to shuffle you back to base once a nearby squad arrived to help and off you went back on a ship straight to Babylonia with Liv to accompany you just in case you got worse on the flight back (you did.)

You couldn't help but be frustrated, the day was going well and now everything is going to grind to a halt. You were already dreading what the night would be like when you were struggling even to take a nap. You sit up in your bed and stare a hole into the bedsheets. You didn't feel like doing much of anything, you just wanted to sleep, but that seemed impossible. You kept tossing and turning and even when you did fall asleep for a second you'd have these terrible nightmares; a swelling red tide full of all the cries of the ones you love and care about with their broken hands reaching out to you, looming towers disrupting your vision and transforming your friends- and even yourself into something crazed and horrid, towering trees made of fire and hellish twin faces, a sister in white slowly being torn apart limb by limb as her two red sisters scream in horror and pain of losing each other again as one red sister begs you to do something while the other says to stay away and that you'll never be enough. You're sure there's more, but you're too tired and miserable to try and remember any further.

A light knock disrupts your thoughts, and you're thankful for it. "Come in." You try to say it loud enough so the other person can hear, but you end up giving yourself a coughing fit instead.

"Commandant, I've warned you many times about the cost of exhausting your body." A familiar yet surprising voice sounds through your room and you look up between coughs.

"Chrome?" You croak and your brows furrow slightly in confusion. You're not surprised that he's visiting you, you're surprised that he's back so soon.

You remember earlier...you don't remember when and you can't figure out a time estimate, but he came to see you.

In the midst of your tossing and turning, you opened your eyes faintly to see a blurry figure, the face wasn't close enough for you to tell who it was and judging by the black in the blurry colors, it certainly wasn't Liv. Ah, what was that? It looked like a flash of red, Lucia? But you're not sure that's right either.

It's masculine, so definitely not Lucia or Liv...your brain is so scattered you can't seem to decide on who it is. Names and faces appear and disappear like shards of glass in your mind's eye, fleeting and falling through your fingers before you could catch them.

You open your mouth to ask who it is when the figure speaks first. "Rest. You don't need to fret, I'll be watching over you."

A light pressure forms on your shoulder, pushing you down gently in an attempt to stop the writhing you hadn't realized you were doing. "There's no need to panic, I won't hurt you, I just want to watch over you for a while. I'll look after you and keep you safe."

Noan? Lee? Chrome?...Chrome. It must be Chrome you decided, but why is he here now? You remember Liv saying he would visit at 5PM and while you don't know the exact time now, you knew it was too early to be 5PM.

"Chrome? Didn't you say you'd visit later?" You ask nasally, your throat irritating you to no end. There's a brief moment of silence from the figure before he speaks again.

"I finished my work early, so I decided to come see you early. Is that alright...Commandant?" The voice is melodic, if you didn't know Chrome you'd think he was mocking you right now.

"It's fine, just wondering is all." You mumble as your head falls back onto the pillow, so tired and yet unable to sleep.

"Of course, you wouldn't want a wolf to come in and endanger you." Chrome replies, you feel a finger glide over the line of your torso before stopping right at your midriff. You laugh softly into a coughing fit at his 'joke'.

"Oh my, you really are quite ill aren't you?" A moment later you feel your head being raised and a cool glass press against your lips. Obediently you open your mouth and drink the water and when you've had enough, 'Chrome' gently sets you down again and cups your face.

You keep your eyes closed as he stays like that for a while. You feel his gaze over your face before it slowly drifts down and lingers at your lips, what you assume is a finger runs over your bottom lip before his heavy gaze travels further, studying your neck, then your chest, your arms, your stomach, your hips, and resting a moment between your thighs before the gaze travels the dips and curves of your body back up to your face.

"Go to sleep." If you hadn't known Chrome better it would've sounded like a warning. Regardless, you did somehow manage to fall back into a sleep punctuated with the occasional ghostly sensation of gloved fingers on your skin followed by a soft press of lips, but you couldn't tell if that was from a dream or not, since every time you tried to see who it was...there was nothing.

"Commandant?" Blue eyes swirling with concern and a slight twinge of fear wait anxiously for your answer, a gloved hand stretches out before abruptly hesitating and pulling back. "Commandant, can you hear me?"

"Yeah sorry, I didn't realize I zoned out." You give Chrome a faint smile. "But you don't need to check up on me so often."

Chrome's brows furrow, he seems more anxious suddenly. "Commandant, this is the first time I've seen you today. Did you...perhaps have a dream?"

"Huh? No, you definitely came here earlier." There was no doubt in your mind that that was real. You saw him earlier, you were absolutely certain. You'd even bet your life upon it, that's how certain you were.

"...I wasn't here earlier." Chrome replies, there's no tone of judgement, or mockery in his voice. He says it calmly, confidently, and gently, the same way he does when informing you of strategies or what types of enemies are on the field.

You don't know what to say so you quietly look over the memory again in your mind, combing through it and looking for anything suspicious. It must've shown on your face because Chrome suddenly crouches down in front of you.

"It's...alright if you dreamt of me," Chrome's cheeks flush ever so slightly and he averts his gaze before finding his words once more. "But I want to make sure you know the difference between dreams and reality, Commandant."

There is no hint of judgment in his face, only the sincere and genuine care he has always shown you. "I...you're right, maybe I've been pushing myself too hard lately. I'll ask Liv if I can take some sleeping pills." You're still certain those events were reality, but knowing how concerned everyone already is, you don't want to add hallucinations onto their list of things to fret about so you just go with it instead.

Chrome smiles gently and then it falters for a moment, becoming confused then strained as his gaze lingers on the side of your neck. "Chrome?" You call, wondering what's wrong. Your fingers reach up towards your neck before being stopped suddenly, you look down and realize it was Chrome's hand on your wrist. You stare at each other for a moment before Chrome stands up and clears his throat, letting go of your wrist in the process.

"Ahem...it's nothing, Commandant. I was just thinking about missions. Please get some rest." And with that, Chrome leaves. Quietly shutting the door behind you and leaving you in solitude once more.

Solitude? My, after such a wonderful performance you gave me you think I'd simply leave you to suffer alone? Never, dear little rabbit of mine, would I ever do such a thing.

[unhappy-last-resort]

Wanshi's Report Log

Warning: yandere themes

A/N: another drabble, trying to work out how I want these fuckwads to be written

I got assigned to a scout mission in City 006 to investigate an old research lab. Everything went according to the plan Captain planned out, though he put some emphasis on finishing this quickly... Guess Captain's busy. Hopefully that means I can catch up on my sleep.

Anyway, Me and Camu went on either side of parameters of the lab while Captain and Kamui started investigating inside. Nothing too unusual, other than catching a glimpse of someone scurrying out into the city...they looked pretty similar to that ascendant Roland, the one with the newer frame.

I told Capt about it and he told us to continue investigating the outer areas and keep an eye out for anything else before meeting up in the center of the lab.

We continued investigating and didn't find anything of note, other than some dusty puppets and a makeshift stage in an abandoned apartment. One of the puppets looked like Roland, and the others looked like Alpha, Luna, Lamia and... Uh, I forgot the last one.

I told Captain about the puppets when we met up, though he was acting a little weird. He was smiling to himself and had his hand on his in-ear piece...he's been doing that a lot lately, Kamui even made a joke that Captain must have a partner, but then Capt scolded him about staying focused. Even though it was a joke, he seemed unusually upset about it...

Sorry, this doesn't belong in a mission report. Anyway, we searched through the rest of the lab with only an occasional corrupted impeding our path. We successfully found all of the mission targets and are currently en-route to Babylonia.

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A soft click of my terminal announces the end of my report log. All things considered, this was relatively easy, especially for something that called the entire Strike Hawk squad. A displeased sigh left my lips as I stared idly at the ceiling of the transport craft. I could've been sleeping in the Gray Raven lounge instead of doing this.

I steal a glance at my teammates. Kamui is playing a game he somehow got on his terminal, Camu is sitting farthest from us seemingly thinking about something, and Captain... He's doing it again. Chrome's sitting across from me and staring at something in his private terminal while listening to something on his in-ear piece, whatever he's watching...it's certainly making him happy in a way I've never seen before.

I look at him for a moment longer in apprehension. In the recent past, I wouldn't hesitate to ask him what's going on... but now, there's something drifting between us. Between all of us that no one seems willing to talk about.

I have my suspicions of course. Like how Kamui and Camu seem excessively clingy to the Commandant, excessively so, and how Chrome always seems to be watching the Commandant like a hawk whenever they're in his vision.

I'm in no place to judge though. I can't say with confidence my weekly visits to their room are entirely pure in nature anymore, I'm also finding it harder to be without them. I look down at my hands for a moment and close my eyes, it's not my fault their room is so much more comfortable than anywhere else and how their scent is so relaxing.

I sigh again and cast a glance over my three teammates again, carefully observing their facial expressions and body language. If it wasn't for them keeping me grounded, I don't know where I'd be. Probably killed by some self-righteous Purifying Force member by now. That's why I can't stand that this is happening. Even if the Commandant finally gives themselves to me tomorrow, if I can't live with Strike Hawk by my side, then what's the point? I'd be dead if it wasn't for them, no way am I letting something come between us.

Maybe I'm too greedy, but I can't help it. I want what's mine to stay mine. I can't let go of either of them.

I inhale deeply as a multitude of ideas and potential outcomes race through my M.I.N.D.. "How troublesome." I mutter to myself close my eyes and ready myself for a nap. I'll need the energy for what I have to do later.

[unhappy-last-resort]

okay i have to ask a bit more abt the what rhymes with you wip👀 half bc the way you write chrome is exceptional and the other bc that title has me intrigued,, pls spare some crumbs unhappy🤲🤲🤲

AAAAA THANK YOU!

I probably should've put it in the post, but What Rhymes With You is smut and it follows Chrome's first time with the Reader and how it both makes him feel (because in this fic he's a virgin) and how it changes him during it. Currently, there's a lot of little moments that aren't connected to each other yet, but I am working on adding the details in between.

I'm very excited for it, this was one of two fics that are based on the idea in All Good Sex is Body Horror article I mentioned a while back. Specifically the idea that good sex changes and transforms you permanently and how you become aware of desires you didn't even know you had through it, and that basically summarizes most of the fic

A bit more nsfw under the cut because I tried something here and I have no clue if it works well and kinda want your opinion on it 👉🏽👈🏽 (no pressure to do so though!)

[unhappy-last-resort]

THE PEOPLE HATH SPOKEN

As per the results of the poll, a yandere Chrome fic will be coming in the near future! Thank you to everyone who voted, it got a lot more traction than I thought it would and the results were very interesting to me! 🍒

As for the other characters featured in the poll (including Simon), they're all characters I want to write for so don't be too disappointed if they didn't win.

The majority of reasons why the list of characters wasn't that large is because either:

A.) Some characters recently had fics made for them

B.) They have shit in the drafts already

Tl;dr ideas are blooming and stuff is coming