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Hihiii, I have a request! I hope thats alright? I just finish your Zhongli x Adeptus!reader migraine, and I fell inlove with it! its kinda like me in someway, I used to be huge simp for Zhongli, well until the Fotaine update, somehow I didnt simp like I used to for Zhongli, my attention quickly shift to Neuvillette!(I guess I have a thing for dragons-) anyways sorry for rambling!

My request would be like the same idea as the Migraine Zhongli x Adeptus!reader? change childe for Neuvillette, I heard Neuvillette is going to be in the lantern rite! that would a perfect place! sorry sorry if I didnt make sense, english isnt my first language.

you meet him again, the one who had shattered your heart. | zhongli

ANGST, no pronouns used, cocky neuvi, guizhong x morax, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

a/n: IDKWHY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG LMAOAXOAO slow writer here!! (bc i want it to b perfect smh..)

not proofread !!

no. really— no.

you didn’t expect he would be here, well, which was pretty stupid. of course he’d be there. he lives in liyue after all. it’s plain common sense.

but it seems as if you were just clinging to lost hope, a hope that says you dont wanna see him there, interact with him, anything else just not him in it.

morax, the god of contract. the god you once loved, but never loved you the same way as you did. it was obvious who he had in his mind and heart, it was guizhong. i mean— who wouldnt, really?

guizhong was pretty, smart, courteous, firm, everything morax wanted in a person. it was hard to hate her, it was more easy liking her.

yet, why was it so hard for you? why was it so hard to like guizhong?

everyone else did, so why didn’t you? is it because of how envious you were of her, is it because you were jealous that she had morax wrapped around her little finger, is it because you wished to be her?

you didn’t know. how would you? when you solely focused on morax. you didn’t have time for yourself. you didn’t realize you were hurting, you were in agony.

no one noticed, not even you, not even morax. why would he notice? when all his attention was all guizhong’s.

maybe that’s why you were a bit overjoyed, when you had heard she had been killed. well, you heard from a rumor.

you had left them, for good. to be put simply, you left morax. you bid your farewells to xiao, as he was the only accomplice you have enjoyed their company with. no one else.

i guess you could say you enjoyed morax’s company, well, not so much. guizhong was always with you both. there was never a chance you two were alone.

it’s rude of you to be happy at the news of her “dead”. it’s offensive and disrespectful to the god of dust. but, you really didn’t care. was it of envy? you don’t know.

it was the first lantern rite you have attended again, after so many years of avoiding liyue and residing in somewhere far away, which was fontaine. it was great, meeting many people and friends that were generous and kind enough to talk to you.

so seeing him again in present time, both your eyes locked with eachother, gazing at one another, it feels as if time had stopped.

you both were together once more, reunited by fate, was it to attempt to reconcile your differences?

it was always him and you. side by side, fighting with other mobs, gods, and other things.

but did he, for once, fight for your heart?

he did. but not for you, for guizhong. he fought alongside her when you weren’t there, were you just a second option? maybe you were. maybe you are.

neuvilette says you aren’t. he, word for word, promised that he wouldn’t be like your first love. so let him be the love that you need, let him be the one that you cherish, and you did.

so going to lantern rite with him, it was his wish when both of you had gotten together. you couldn’t say no to a pretty face.

i guess for neuvilette, meeting another dragon would be unpleasant. yes, it might sound possessive, but if you look on it at the good side (his side), it may not be so wrong.

especially because that dragon was once your first love. your first ever greatest. so he had all the reasons to get jealous!

zhongli looks devastated as he sees/smells another dragon scent on you, your aura illuminating a blue and white one. it wasn’t yellow and orange anymore. was morax replaced?

who is he to ask? someone who had left you, replaced and almost forgotten about you. so why bother asking if you still love him?

neuvilette wraps an arm around your waist from behind, your aura brightens as morax could only narrow his eyes. he wishes he was the cause of your aura changing and glistening. him and neuvilette had maintained eye contact, as if arguing firmly in their minds.

only they could see scents after all.

so, as cocky as neuvilette can be, he kissed you on the cheek as zhongli’s eyes wrinkled in envy.

“let’s go somewhere else.” neuvilette whispered, and you nodded.

and zhongli saw that faint little smirk on neuvilette’s lips when he saw his reaction. it’s making him pissed. why is he acting like this anyway? it’s because he only realized now that he loves you. not guizhong.

zhongli feels this inkling pain deep in his heart, it’s wrong. it hurts him so much, he feels so sorry for treating you the way you don’t deserve to be treated.

but it’s too late.

only in his dreams, you are his. but i guess he just woke up from his everlasting dream.

and he feels as if he won’t be getting that marvelous dream once more.

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this is so life changin fr i feel like doing things that i cant explain rn my hands ar wshaking and reachin under to touch skmthing but im just forcingmyself not to rn cuz im a goodgirl officer tenennenenene

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﹔DADDY’S HOME. ♡

MINOR’S DNI

SMUT, AFAB!READER, DOM!WRIO ‘ND DOM!NEUVI, SUB!READER, NECK BITING, PUSSYDRUNK WRIO & NEUVI, PRAISE KINK (NEUVI), DEGRADING KINK (WRIO)

“daddy’s home” pic above was edited by me, strictly do not use or repost.

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ft. wriothesley & neuvillette <3

they come back home, craving ‘nd needing you— it looks like daddy’s home.

wriothesley

Wriothesley had just finished a long day at work, He just came back from a business trip after all and couldn't wait to unwind.

As soon as he got home, he witnessed something he shouldn’t, or should have.

You had forgot to lock the door to your room, and you already had made a beeline for your bedroom. You were stripped down to your lacy black lingerie and was sat down on your bed with your legs spread wide.

Your fingers were diving deep to your wet pussy, and you moaned softly as you began to pleasure yourself. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the sensation, imagining that it was Wriothesley's fingers exploring your body.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and you froze. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard footsteps approaching. You tried to cover yourself with the sheets, but it was too late. Wriothesley had already seen everything.

He smirked as he walked over to you, unbuttoning his shirt as he took his pants off.

Wriothesley’s eyes fixed on your fingers moving in and out of your pussy. "What a sight," he said, his voice low and husky. "Looks like you missed me too much."

You blushed deeply, feeling exposed and vulnerable. But there was something about the way Wriothesley looked at you that made your pussy throb with desire.

He knelt down in front of you and ran his tongue over your clit, sending shivers down your spine which made his hard cock throb.

You moaned loudly as he licked and sucked on you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

He pulled away suddenly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Missed me too much huh," he said firmly. "I guess I’m going to teach you how to be a proper little slut."

He stood up and pulled you to your feet, pushing you against the wall. He grabbed your hair roughly and pulled it back, exposing your neck for his biting pleasure. You whimpered as he sank his teeth into your skin, leaving a mark that would last for days.

He pushed his cock into you roughly, slamming into you again and again until you were screaming out in pleasure.

Wriothesley’s eyes fluttered as his body moved faster and faster.

Your moaning did something to him, and he felt himself moving closer to the edge.

“Fuck.. When did you get this tight..?” His grip on your hips was tight, and he was trying his best to hold back.

He wanted this to go on for as long as possible, but he felt so good at the moment.

"My little princess.. I missed you and this tight pussy so bad.." He spoke softly as he got even faster.

He grabbed onto your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you harder and harder until you came with a loud cry.

As he finished inside of you, he pulled out and wiped his cock clean with a handkerchief. "Remember," he said as he buttoned up his pants, "Daddy's home."

You nodded obediently, feeling both scared and excited at the same time.

Wriothesley had a way of making you feel both degraded and empowered at the same time, and you knew that there was no one else in the world who could make you feel this way.

neuvillette

Neuvillette’s job as the judge of Fontaine was hard and needed, but he needed you more.

Your husband was a busy man. He hadn’t had time for you— He missed you 10x more than you did.

So as soon as he got home, Your bedroom door was slightly open and there he saw you— sitting on the bed and playing with your vision.

He walked right up infront of the room, taking a slight peek and couldn’t stop himself from getting hard. Neuvillette just wants your love and care for now other than work.

As soon as Neuvillette entered the room, You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. The tall man with white hair and piercing blue eyes exuded an air of mystery and desire that left you breathless.

Without a word, Neuvillette approached you and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and tender, yet there was a fierce intensity in his touch that left you wanting more.

As the kiss deepened, Neuvillette's hands began to wander, exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he traced his fingers over your curves, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Without breaking the kiss, Neuvillette lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to undress you.

As he revealed your naked body, Neuvillette's eyes widened in appreciation. "You are truly a work of art," he whispered, before diving between your legs and burying his face in your pussy.

You cried out in pleasure as Neuvillette's tongue darted in and out of your folds, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. He continued to devour you for what felt like hours, until you were on the brink of explosion.

Just as you thought you couldn't take any more, Neuvillette stood up and pushed himself inside you. You gasped as he filled you up completely, his cock pulsing with a fierce intensity that left you breathless.

As they fucked each other senselessly, Neuvillette's eyes never left yours. You could see the raw passion and desire burning in them, and it only served to heighten your own pleasure.

As they finally collapsed onto the bed together, both panting and spent, Neuvillette leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "I want to spend the rest of my life exploring every inch of your body," he said softly, before kissing you deeply once more.

From that moment on, You knew that Neuvillette was more than just a man - he was a true master of pleasure, and you were lucky enough to be his willing acquaintance.

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THE ARCHER LYRICS WITH GENSHIN MEN

ayato, xiao, wanderer !!

implied angst, f!reader?, slight fluff if you squint, skipped some lyrics (lmk if i missed any warnings)

ayato + “i never grew up, it's getting so old”

wc: 526

Ayato had always been different from his peers. While the other inazuman children grew up, played historical games, and dreamed about their futures, he remained stuck in his own world. His father wanting him to be the lead, he was too busy with his own practice and “training” that he never quite fit in, and it showed in the way he carried himself.

There was a weight in his eyes that spoke of a deep sadness, a longing that he couldn't quite put into words.

It wasn't until he met you that he began to see a glimmer of hope. You were different too, in a way. You saw the world through a different lens, one that he found intriguing. You made him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in years.

But as time passed, Ayato began to realize that he was holding onto something that he couldn't quite grasp. He wanted to be with you, to hold your hand and never let go. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't good enough. That he was still that same lost boy he had been all his life.

The boy that knew nothing but just work, wanting to be the lead of the Yashiro Commission, wanting to impress his little sister, wanting to see far heights. The boy that thought being apart of the Yashiro Commission was his future.

But, maybe it wasn’t that. Maybe it was… you.

One night, as you sat together in the moonlight, Ayato took your hand and looked into your eyes. "I never grew up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's getting so old."

You looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Ayato hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I mean...I feel like I'm still that same boy I was when I was twelve. I never quite grew up. And now...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to be with you when I can't even be with myself."

You took his hand and squeezed it, Ayato feeling the warmth spread through his palm.

"Ayato, you don't have to have everything figured out. You don't have to be someone you're not. Just be yourself, and I'll be here for you."

Ayato looked at you, his eyes watering and threatening to spill. "I want to be here for you too. But...I don't know how. I feel like I'm drowning in my own thoughts."

You leaned in and kissed him, soft and gentle. "Let me help you," you said.

"Let me be your anchor in this stormy sea."

Ayato closed his eyes and let himself be swept away by your love. For the first time in a long time, he felt hope. Hope that he could grow up, that he could be the man you needed him to be.

As you held each other close, Ayato whispered in your ear. "I never grew up, but I want to. For you."

You smiled and kissed him again. "I'll help you every step of the way."

Ayato may have never quite grown up, but with you by his side, he knew that he could face anything.

xiao + “help me hold onto you”

wc: 483

Xiao had always been a solitary figure, preferring the quiet of the mountains to the hustle and bustle of the city. But there was someone who had captured his heart, someone who made him want to break free from his solitude and hold onto them tightly.

It was you.

You had come into his life like a ray of sunshine, brightening up the darkest corners of his soul. You had a way of making him laugh, of making him feel alive. And now, as you stood before him, tears streaming down your face, Xiao knew that he had to help you hold onto the one thing that mattered most: hope.

"Please, Xiao," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Help me hold onto you. Don't let me go."

Xiao's heart ached as he saw the pain etched on your face. He knew that you were going through a difficult time, that the weight of the world was crushing you. But he also knew that he couldn't let you give up.

He also knew, deep down, even if he truly loved you, he wouldn’t have the strength to let you go.

You were leaving him, going to a far nation… away from him.

It was heartbreaking, Xiao felt as if his world had started to crumble. He felt as if everything had started to shatter. More likely, his heart.

So, help him hold onto you, will you?

"I won't let you go," Xiao promised, his voice low and steady. "But you have to hold onto hope. You have to believe that things will get better."

You looked at him, your eyes filled with doubt. "How can I do that? Everything seems so hopeless right now."

“We’re separating, Xiao!”

Xiao took your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. "Because you're not alone. You have me, and I'll be here for you no matter what. We'll face this together, and we'll come out stronger on the other side."

You nodded, your eyes meeting his. "I’m sorry.."

He hugged you tight, burying his face in your shoulder as he rested in your warmth, solace found in your touch.

Xiao smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "You'll never have to find out. I'm here for you, now and always."

You knew that life would throw its share of challenges at the both of you, but you also knew that as long as you had each other, you both could make it.

You always had been.

"Help me hold onto you," Xiao whispered, so quiet that only you were allowed to hear.

Allowed to hear his vulnerable side, his weak state, his submissive one, and his pleading one. He wishes he could’ve been better. Maybe if he did, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Xiao knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure that you never let go.

wanderer + “who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?”

wc: 911 (lmao)

Wanderer was known in Sumeru for his great tactics, but more likely because of his sharp tongue. A lot of children like him, adore him.

He’s pretty well known, but he knows that [Name] knows him more than anyone in the world of Teyvat.

He’s met a lot of people, got to know a lot, greeted many, but no one could compare to [Name].

Though, if he became his real self towards you, would you leave him or stay? Would you still compliment him, would you still cherish him, and most importantly,

would you still love him as before?

Wanderer knows that you love him, it’s obvious. With the way he teases you, flirts with you, your reactions say otherwise no matter how you deny it.

He thinks you won’t leave him, you call him such treasure. Gold that can’t be left behind.

But he thinks that maybe he’s the gold that can be sold instead.

The type of gold to keep and cherish for some time, to always keep buried in your heart, but there are some gold, who are loved and cherished, but always replaced.

You won’t replace him. Wanderer was too great to replace, was he not? You would never.

But the question was— would you stay?

And he’s too scared, and in fear to admit such a thing. He can’t just visit your abode and randomly ask what you feel about him, or if your ever going to leave him, or if your gonna think he’s still worth loving in every situation, or if—

His mind is just all if’s. Wanderer thinks that maybe you would stay, but maybe you wouldn’t.

So, when you two were out hiding in a random forest in Sumeru, He took a deep breath and prepared himself.

“Why are you getting all worked up for?” You asked, chuckling a bit as Wanderer scoffs.

He lets out a breathy sigh, and rests his back on a tree. “Hey,”

“Are you okay—“ “Will you stay?”

Your confused. Literally. No person can just randomly ask that. He’s weird, you think. Weird enough that made you fall inlove with him.

“..What?” You mutter under your breath, your heart beat increasing as Wanderer lowered his hat down, not wanting to see your face, more so he doesn’t want you to see the sad look on his face. He’s afraid you’ll call him cute or whatever.

“I mean.. would you stay? I know I’m a person not so leave-able, since I’m you know, great and all but-“ Wanderer rambles, which was unlike of him. Maybe he does want to show his ‘real’ self towards you after all.

The self he’s wanted to show you, but he’s the example of fear and bravery.

Yeah, he’s cocky, rude, sharp tongued, mean, awful, but there’s always a side where some people can show unexpectedly. They don’t even realize they show such a side.

He scoffs, putting his palm on top of his forehead. His face was not seen, only his hat. But you could see that look on his face, despite only hearing his pained voice. “Who could ever leave me, [Name]?”

“But who could stay…?” He whispered, his voice cracking.

Wanderer’s breath hitched, unexpectedly being honest. Maybe love can do such weird things to a person. He doesn’t want to believe, but there’s this side of him that just tells him to trust you. To show you a side that even he, himself, hasn’t even seen before.

“Why are you pushing me away, Wanderer?” You spoke with such a gentle tone to your voice, that made Wanderer shiver. He held his head high, looking back at you.

He sighs, not wanting to say what he’s about to say, but maybe he’ll regret it if he doesn’t. “I’m just… scared.”

“Scared of losing someone precious like you.”

Maybe it’s the past, the haunting trauma, the melody of his regret repeating all over on his head, maybe it’s that. The reason why he can’t reconnect to people like he used to. Maybe it’s because he turned his heart into stone because of how many people had deceived him.

You weren’t like them. You weren’t like any of the people he had met. You were better.

You were nothing like those people who tried to take advantage of him because of his state, who tried to mock him for being so vulnerable right now, but you didn’t. You hugged him tight, loving him fully.

It was as if you’ve crossed the boundaries in his life that needed a little push to be crossed. Maybe that’s why. All his head is thinking of are just “maybe’s” and “if’s”.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered, smiling softly as his eyes widened a bit, then narrowing as he pouted, blush coating his cheeks as you laughed wholeheartedly.

“I love you, Wanderer.”

“I love you too, my idiot.”

You weren’t leaving, he was sure of that. But love taught him things that he didn’t know.

Love was not about staying, but leaving. It was about taking a chance, about following your heart, and about learning to let go.

Wanderer realized that he had to let go of the past and embrace the future. He had to learn to love and let go, to cherish the moments that he had and to let go of the ones that had passed.

Even if you pass, he’s sure.

He’s sure that he would always cherish you, forever, and a lifetime.

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(there’s a favorite if u jus squint LOLL)

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hello!!! if you’re up for this, can i request any genshin men with a reader who feels like a horrible person because of things they’ve done in the past? i have a guilt complex lmaoooooo (i say lmao but it’s agony) (PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WITH A GUILT COMPLEX PUT YOUR HANDS UPPPP)

also this is a complete side note but i think this concept would be especially interesting with wrio since he’s always in the fortress or meropide, seeing people who have done wrong everyday in the fairly normal system (by jail standards) they have down there

guilt | wriothesley x reader

OH GOD THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR A WHILE NOW IM SO SORRY MY NOTIFS ARE ALWAYS FILLED UP AND I DONT SEE ASKS ANYMOREEE T-T

angst w fluff at the end, soft!wrio, he’s comforting youu, gets a bit suggestive at the end, no pronouns used but reader is referred to as ‘my love’ and ‘princess’

it’s nothing to be concerned about really, if you were a criminal and probably rotting in the fortress of meropide for— archons knows how long, you would’ve just let your conscience be the death of you.

but you aren’t! your not sitting around and laying in the fortress of doom meropide, thank the archons.

though you can’t help but think if the seven are laughing at you, quite literally. your state isn’t so stable as it seems..

wriothesley, your partner, had called sigewinne ages ago to check on your health status. although it was all negative, the tests, the results, the examinations, all negative.

there wasn’t anything wrong with you, so why is there an aching pain in your stomach whenever your brain just relapses back to the past, the time where you had done such unforgiving sins, you couldn’t even do a whole statement word for word on what you had done to those poor victims.

one of them, someone special to you. someone special that you had lost because of your own carelessness, someone you had lost because you were being selfish, someone who you wished to cherish for a lifetime— though fate is mocking you unfortunately.

and the pain, the inkling pain deep inside that you cant ignore, it’s annoying. it’s frustrating. it’s … sad.

it’s a pity to see someone like you, a nice person who only wished to improve themselves and hope for a better future. yet it seems celestia didn’t approve.

your longtime partner, wriothesley, had been worried for you. ever since you met, you were always dozing off, not focusing, you looked uncomfortable yet he couldn’t pinpoint what was actually wrong.

it was starting to piss him off, really. the way you doze off when he talks to you, when you two spend time together and your too busy in your own little world to pay attention to him.

wriothesley had decided to sit you down, like what any partner would do when they encounter a misunderstanding or a mishap. communication is key after all.

he couldn’t ever forget the look on your face, the day where you looked at him with such pitiful eyes and regretful ones while he just stared back at you with a stern look.

he feels pity, wriothesley feels pity. someone like him shouldn’t, so what is this he feels?

“tell me what’s been bugging you for months, [name].” wriothesley takes a deep breath, then exhales as you sat there, fidgeting with your fingers. “i didnt get the chance to ask you back then, since it was your privacy after all, hm?” he spoke firmly, his voice laced with curiosity and the tone where he just wants to know the truth.

just tell him, it wouldn’t be so hard. he’s your partner after all, you have every right to tell him so. “[name], i’m doing this to help you. you’re someone extremely precious to me and i can’t help myself just seeing you look so lost.” wriothesley explains, sighing deeply as he waits for your response.

how would he react? he’s the all mighty scary wriothesley after all. he’s known to have less mercy and sympathy on others. why tell? you’ll just embarrass yourself, you thought to yourself.

but you couldn’t. you couldn’t keep a secret, especially towards him. if he was any other people, a stranger, you would’ve kept it till the end of your life. but he’s not just a stranger.

he’s your partner, your loved one, your everything. wriothesley is someone you can trust, someone you care for. is it really worth keeping a secret from him?

you took a deep breath, letting the air get past your nostrils. “i have.. committed alot of unforgettable things in the past, someone like you wouldn’t like. someone like you wouldn’t appreciate.” you confessed, looking down and avoiding your beloved’s longing stare.

wriothesley looks at you, tilting his head in confusion. you? doing things that he couldn’t possibly imagine? “ever since i’ve started to open up a new path to walk on, the guilt in my chest still pains me. it’s almost eating me whole.” you continue.

he smiles at you, not a happy smile, a faint sad smile. he’s quite joyful about how you were guilty, and not like any other person who wouldnt even feel the slightest bit of empathy to what they’ve done wrong in the past.

this is the [name] he fell inlove with. the honest, confident, firm, one. there was no denying that wriothesley was hopelessly inlove with you. and he finds it lovingly amusing.

“if you regret it, then it’s okay. you don’t have to be in debt of a thing you regret on doing. if you truly feel guilt, then it just means your improving and want to be a better person my love.” he smiles, standing up and walking over to your seat, crouching before you as you were forced to look at him.

wriothesley holds your chin, going up to caress your cheeks coated with a red flush. “it may be your fault or not, but there will always be a way to fight back the sins of the past. you can get through it, i know you can.”

“your the strong and confident lady i love after all, hm?” he says with a grin, which makes your already flustered enough face go even more red.

you smile tenderly as he continues to caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch as you hear him chuckle lowly. wriothesley stands up straight, his hand now on your head as he ruffles your soft and silky hair.

wriothesley smirks, a teasing one. which means he’s probably going to say something just to tease you and to lighten up the mood a bit. “besides, i’m the only one who’s allowed to eat you whole, princess.”

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laughinf bc i made this at exactly 1am LMFAOO (i’m mentally unstable)

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my mind processed if this was argenti or diluc LOWLSWKSNQHAQKAAJAKKA

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[Name]: you were.. a wonderful experience.

. . .

Lyney: and you were everything.

fic: ⭐️

[seaadc]

nothing’s new. | lyney

summary: lyney and [name], a well known couple in fontaine. life was great, you both spent every moment well, but what happens if it all becomes a blurred vision?

fem!reader, angst, no comfort, reader referred to as ‘mon amour’ & ‘darling’

based on this post: 🪄

lyney had always been a man of mystery and wonder, captivating audiences with his dazzling illusions and daring feats of magic. but behind the glitz and glamour of his stage persona, there was a man struggling with the weight of his own success.

he tried his hardest, working hard with his sister, lynette, and reached new heights of fame and popularity.

yes, lyney is a great magician. despite all the magic and flutter, there is a boy filled with disdain and misery.

never knew being a magician would be so troublesome, ‘no? lyney feels empty. like he’s missing a piece in his puzzle.

and that was you.

you were the missing piece.

it was always you, the light to his world, his everything.

you were his best, his first, and his greatest.

there was no denying that, lyney, the magician himself, was greatly attached. lynette found herself annoyed at the lovesick lyney. always babbling about his partner was his mon amour in life.

you and lyney cherished every moment that is supposed to be cherished, loving every second of it, spending time with eachother when necessary, or even if it’s just random dates, as in taking walks around fontaine, taking baths in the pouring rain as you try to comfort the hydro dragon.

it was a magical scene. one more magical than his performances. he truly loved you so much.

until, a day has come.

a card he is not able to foresee.

he can’t read it, it’s blurry, it’s blinding.

it almost makes him tear up.

lyney was troubled, he had been busy in work, wanting to become more known in fontaine for his tricks, so he for sure couldn’t decline the offer. he wanted his fame to skyrocket like monsieur neuvilette or the traveler, the hero.

he wanted to reach new heights that no one had seen before.

“Lyney.. It’s another request from [Name].” lynette says, almost a whisper from how quiet her voice is.

lyney sighs, practicing his new tricks as he paused, then continued on practicing his new tricks to amaze new people. “Cancel it.” he says, his voice cracking.

lynette could only keep quiet, disappointed with his brother’s choices in life, knowing there would be consequences shortly after. but oh well.

he, lyney, accepted more offers from different nations.

lyney spent long hours rehearsing, perfecting his craft, and traveling the world to perform in front of packed audiences.

months passed by, without a single mention of [Name] is when he realized— he still has a beloved.

a beloved who has waiting for him back home, waiting for his lovely compliments and private shows, waiting for his kisses, his love,

and yet here he was. prioritizing magic instead of the person who he called “his everything.”

lyney cleared off his pile of work for the day to spend time with his darling, it has been months since he cancelled dates and plans for them, now it was his time to return them back.

he got off work with the help of lynette, covering for him and for once proud of her brother for doing something more phenomenal.

through those months, you were left thinking, what was my worth?

you tried to understand, tried to be patient, tried to keep contact with him but you couldn’t. he was cancelling your plans, not meeting up with you, not giving you time for things that mattered most to you.

lyney opened the door, smiling brightly as he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. you were sitting down the couch, shocked that lyney had actually returned.. for you.

you both talked, lyney felt the spark ignite inside once again, though you felt otherwise.

“Lyney..” you mumbled, lyney perked up at the sad tone of your voice and smiled faintly. “Yes, Mon Amour?” he softly spoke, to which you smiled sadly at.

that was one of the things that got you inlove with lyney, his soft, tender, gentle voice.

you couldn’t feel empathy. not now.

lyney felt nervous, why does he feel like he had done something wrong? sure, he left you hanging for months, not contacting you in any way but— “I think we should take a break.”

you cut his thoughts off, your voice echoing in his head as lyney’s eyes widened in shock. you stood up, looking down at lyney as his instinct kicked in and stood up shortly after you, his lips were trembling.

“Lyney… I’m sorry.” you murmured, reaching up to his cheeks as tears prickled in his eyelids, you caressed his cheeks as you spoke.

lyney stammered, “B-but..” he spoke.

“You were… a wonderful experience.”

the room kept silent, the atmosphere sinking in as lyney hugged you tight.

“You were… everything.”

you left, leaving him there as the realization started to sink in. he loved you, but not more than his work.

lyney was devastated. hehad never meant to hurt you, never meant to let his work come between you both. but as he sat alone in his empty abode, surrounded by the trappings of his success but devoid of the love and companionship he craved.

he didn’t want this. lyney didn’t wish for this.

but he made this.

it was this, the consequences of his choices.

you were his first, his best, his greatest,

his everything.

yet, he had lost you. will he be better without you? or is it the opposite?

he wished you had told him the doubts on your mind, so he could heal the wounds in your heart.

lyney’s sorry, he’s sorry.

he’s sorry for not being the one for you.

you both are now heading towards your new chapters, but lyney’s sure.

I don’t wanna live in a world where there’s no ‘us’.

oh, and he’s yours. but your not his anymore.

[seaadc]

You and Cyno share a kiss >’<

Cyno: I love you from head tomatoes. ♡

[Name]: …

[seaadc]

omw 2 go to inazuma nd go 2 heizou

DAY 12 — COCKWARMING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — heizou, alhaitham, baizhu

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, cockwarming, tit play, teasing you to the brim like staaaaaahp, a sprinkle of brat taming because why not, mean genshin boys

𖧡 — HEIZOU

"ah- i could get used to this."

and needless to say, it feels good, largely to heizou though— especially when he shadows his skilled fingers over your bare chest because he knows it'll drive you insane, his hand slowly settling down on top of your breasts, squeezing and massaging the mounds before groping your tits, together with his cock slipping past the solidness of your slit— throbbing, pressing and stretching inside.

you cling to him for your dear life, the fulfillment of his erection jammed within the bounds of you swelling pussy, candidly battering your cunt when you attempt to press down on his hips, or perhaps move for that matter, instead whimpering sweetly as heizou stills your hips with a solid arm whilst the other pinches your aroused nipple and tugs on it ever so slightly.

you pout out deliberately, yearning for him so terribly you cannot help yourself but moan into his neck, "heizou.." you say, stumbling over your words, "don't tease me now.. please." and it's not necessarily something your boyfriend would consider teasing— especially since in his opinion, you should be utterly aware on how his real taunting looked like.

in the span of no time, it had gotten to the point where it became a game between you both, one which he would most likely end up winning the moment he shushes your cute sniffles with a kiss, idly shuffling in his seat before unintentionally (it was very much intentional) moving his cock and thrusting up hard against one cloying, pressing, spot.

"fuck— well, you faced worse before, haven't you?" his words, although dripping of artificial consideration, vibrate all the way from your pouty lips, to your sensitive nipples being played with, to your wet messy core slicking up his buried shaft, shortly gushing around it so much that a white, thick ring of whites took shape around the base of his cock— he’s still entirely buried in you, with that single thrust hitting you like a sudden hot fever dashing on top of your shoulders.

heizou continues to keep you pressed against his cock, one hand long since branding the flesh of your juddering hips— and it's almost bruising to you, long fingers plunging into the skin hard enough to make you wince out and beg again, only to be met with a cocked up brow, a wet smirk and an even deeper throb of his erection.

your quivering body was exceedingly past recovering by now and you helplessly swallow down a bubbling sob from your throat when he grinds inside you again, yet with barely any strength aiding the move— the stiffened veins of his erection melting with your walls that the combination of those very sensations heizou brought forth focused on intermittently inching you into madness.

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

your thighs clamp against each side of alhaitham's hips while one arm freely closes around your waist, the last thing he'd want is for you to move and disturb his peace— whilst the other, well, was occupied in holding a book he was currently reading, adventurous eyes deciphering each and every little letter printed on top, eagerly memorizing and pondering about a much deeper, more crucial interpretation behind the portrayed story.

yet you're taking him just like he needed you to, raw and hard, while he barely gifts you any attention. ugh, some sort of punishment coming from the scribe? might be, but you knew alhaitham very well and that his mind simply wasn't wired that way, instead he probably thought that it would cost him far less effort to put two into one, pleasure and knowledge, as he referred to it, stitched together with both sides unable to slip past his grip.

it's mostly exhausting around your legs, specifically the insides of your thighs that began to stiffen and ache, forcing you to taste subtle early signs of lightheadedness from your desperate attempts to not move nor clench down on him so strongly.

another breathy gasp, and you let him know that you're obviously struggling with his cock being way too big and heavy to remain in that way without moving at the very least— a warm puddle of your arousal exuding from your hole and divulging at the foundation of his shaft, sending droplets of the mixture on the office floor.

"please, oh, please." you whine, suddenly flustered when you realize you just blurted those frenzied pleas out loud, establishing them right against the shell of his ears, his headphones since long disposed of and placed on the table next to you— whilst beyond questioning, besides the fact that alhaitham was wholly absorbed into the fantasy novel in his hand, he'd never pass up on an opportunity to listen to your short-lived whines, the cute weeps or the loud thuds of your heart beat reverberating against his chest.

"already?" he speaks softly before you meet his eyes, surprisingly enough his pupils were blown wide and you cannot even fathom this level of discipline when it probably hurt him too to not move at least an inch up and down your fluttering hole. "i barely started this chapter."

"then read faster!" you interrupt him, no, practically snap at him, nervously licking your lips as your hands run over his cheeks to make him kiss you, his raw erection throbbing at the bold move as he for once redirects his entire attention from that pestering, bothersome, annoying book in his hand that you would love to just dispose of entirely.

"okay, okay," the man shuffles around, "you better make it worth my time then." and he teases you, always, then drinks up a trembling moan that spumes up on your mouth as his quick tongue darts out to run around your lips and wet them with his saliva, your throat aching in excitement for what's about to come. 

alhaitham bites back a groan when you swiftly mould your walls over his cock, needful and slobbering your arousal once more— you're so soft there, ah, it never fails to amaze him. but to get himself on top of things again, most importantly to not lose himself in you, he traces your back up and down with his palm before teasingly rutting into your wet sex, it's barely perceivable to you and maybe that's what would ultimately tip you over the edge if alhaitham does not stop those cruel tactics.

although, pondering over his honesty, it's quite cute when you're frustrated and bitter because of a situation he put you in, or how much harder it was to stay disciplined in focusing on his book when a coat of a heavenly expression litters across your bristling cheeks— it just feels so dreamy to be inside you.

alhaitham might just look past the little shifts of your body that you sneaked between pauses, despite them offering you the tiniest teases and moments of friction on your overflowing hole, and yes, your leg muscles were screaming for some sort of pleasure, regardless keeping yourself still and happy to take his perfectly shaped length.

𖧡 — BAIZHU

you brace yourself, without further questioning settling on baizhu's lap before lining your slit up with his leaking cock— his pre like a translucent film sheer on top of the rosy tip.

and for the most part, this scenario appeared to be quite familiar to you— at the end of the day, your boyfriend could never be entirely satisfied when you ride him for hours, he needs it without pause. it warms his heart when you’re on top— as if you were somehow claiming him, his groans exuberant with lust, a velvet tune on your ears so exciting as you watch how he succumbs to the touch of being engulfed by a warm, soft cunt.

this time, although, something didn't align with previous scenarios— because the second you had pushed him in, touched up his shaft with your wetness, baizhu instantly places both hands on your moving hips, breathily laughing in both bliss and an ulterior emotion as he squeezes the flesh of your ass, your pretty noises almost making him decide against doing this right now.

of course, you try to lift your hips so you could bounce up and down, his cockhead snugly enclosed and piercing your swelling flesh as he spread you apart by his girth, your body desperately clinging against his chest and it's only then, when you realize what's going on, your hot, breathless moans garnering his gentle attention.

"uh?" you tilt your head to the side, then wince when his cock reaches impossibly deep and nudges over your sensitivity, the infused tingles of that singular drag holding you captive, intimately trapped within his arms, "ah— is something wrong?"

"no, nothing." baizhu coos, mouthing a wet spot over your jawline before slotting his lips over your own. you fall into a kind of daze when he keeps you strong against his thudding cock, your hands on his shoulders when you press your nails into the clothed skin, breathing deep, slow, at least trying but your attempts immediately fall flat when he offers your body some teases of friction.

"is something supposed to be wrong?" you're sweating at his words, your leg muscles screaming when you gaze at him through confused, widened eyes, "i- i'm not sure," you babble, the shivers in your lower area doing everything in their limited power to keep the pleasure going for as long as possible, anything to make you feel at least something but baizhu wouldn't let you.

"think harder, darling." he grins, letting the exposed warmth of your cunt wrap around his cock as he lifts you up, "is this better?" no, of course not, you panic, this was even worse and you whine at the lost fullness, leaning against him to wrap your arms around his neck, his cock head still nudging at your slit.

"it's not, it's not, it's not.." you can hardly move, and baizhu swallows down your mewls with a lick into your mouth, nibbling at your bottom lip before smirking when he feels how you're rolling your hips, or at least, try— despite that, you're being met with strong resistance again, wondering how someone such as baizhu, who was perceived as a frail man, suddenly claimed such sturdy force in his arms.

"easy now.." he whispers cruelly, and you can practically taste his amusement on your tongue.

"maybe then "i'll move."

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[seaadc]

you didn’t expect to be in this situation, really. all you ever wished for was a peaceful life with someone you love most— but it all went downhill once he had brung death upon your most loved one, out of spite, and envy. you didn’t expect him to do such a.. thing. he was always so cheery, joyful, and tender. so why did he? he was out of control, his pupils had shrink, shaking uncontrollably as his whole body began to tremble. your grip tightens on the sword you have pierced through his chest, urging yourself to push it deeper until it destroys his whole being. his lips part, smiling faintly as his eyes shine with hope, an unknowing hope to renew the past, to rebuild it. “then my last words… i love you, [name]” “YOUR DETERMINED TO DIE WITH A LIE ON YOUR LIPS?!” you cut him off, pushing the sword deeper until it makes a large hole in his chest, piercing through his beloved heart. he gasps, his eyes widening, letting out a shaky breath as he looks up at you with a smile. “i… love you, [name]..” he stammers, his speaking as quiet as a mice, though you were still able to hear it. the pain in his voice. a shiver runs down your spine, your eyes widening while you breathed a shaky gasp. “oh god..” you softly mutter, his body going pale as he drops down the ground, the sword pulling out as you lose your grip on it. your eyes avert towards his body, a hole in his chest was formed. he’s died, for what is the reason to even live for if his heart had stopped beating for… you?

— VENTI, TARTAGLIA, kaeya, MORAX, AETHER, kazuha, GAMING, BAIZHU, kaveh, LYNEY, thoma, heizou, wanderer, GOROU + your faves !!

[seaadc]

when you’re on your period:

ft kazuha & xiao <3

Kazuha: Are you alright, [Name]? I’m here to hug you close if you can’t bear the pain.

Meanwhile, Xiao: What. What is a menstrual cycle

[seaadc]

！SEAADC'S FOLDER

✧ 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳～

(this is totally not sea’s masterlist)

❝ 𝐎𝐇 𝐍𝐎, 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ❞

𝘚𝘌𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘋𝘖 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘛 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙.

𝘐 𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘓𝘠 𝘜𝘚𝘌 '𝘠𝘖𝘜' 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘉𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘍𝘞/𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘙 <3

𝘐 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔 𝘠/𝘕 𝘌𝘟𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛 𝘐 𝘜𝘚𝘌 [𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌].

【𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱】

✧ - ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs ɪ ᴅᴏ:

ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ (ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ)

ᴏsʜɪ ɴᴏ ᴋᴏ

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ

ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ (ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ᴏɴʟʏ)

ʜᴏɴᴋᴀɪ sᴛᴀʀ ʀᴀɪʟ

⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎

𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 ... 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 !

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!

𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!

𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

ANON LIST:

Ms. Neuvillette

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 ❞

everything sea had done so far!

RECENT WORK: 8/28/24

the archer lyrics with genshin men (ayato, xiao, wanderer)

GENSHIN IMPACT

stay. | diluc x chubby!fem!reader

bad idea, right? | ex husband scaramouche x fem!reader

pity. | wanderer x fem!reader insert

nothing’s new. | lyney angst

when your on your period. | ft. xiao & kazuha drabble

i don’t care. | xiao x autistic!fem!reader

admit. | xiao x f!reader: drabble

when your on your period. | ft. xiao & kazuha drabble

migraine. | morax x fem!adeptus!reader

Part 1 - leaving. | xiao x gn!reader angst

Part 2 - leaving it all up, but going back in a different path. | xiao x gn!reader angst

daddy’s home. | neuvillette and wriothesley (separate) smut

everything | lyney drabble

sharing a kiss | cyno drabble

guilt | wriothesley x reader

you meet him again, the one who had shattered your heart. | zhongli & neuvillette

OSHI NO KO

status | aqua hoshino x streamer!fem!reader

work. | miyako x f!reader smut

JUJUTSU KAISEN

lollipop | bf gojo x fem!reader

[seaadc]

crying. shaking. throwing up. sobbing my eyes out. throwing myself down the stairs. sleeping on the highway. shaving my head bald. tap dancing on lego

my heart won’t start anymore.

pairing. dan heng x gn!reader cw. hurt/no comfort, implied relationship between reader and dan heng, falling out of love (or is it), heavy angst that is carlyle's brand™ author's note. i say i love dan heng then subject him to my heaviest angst ideas. teehee, whoops. is anyone still surprised that i wrote yet another fic to a taylor swift song? listen to you're losing me for maximum enjoyment. ❤️‍🩹

dan heng would have to be the luckiest man alive to have known someone like you and simultaneously, the most foolish man alive to let you slip through his fingers.

dan heng did not know where to begin when it came to describing you. to merely think he was lucky enough to call someone like you his was an understatement; you were perfect for him in every way possible, that it baffles him just how he's with you.

the way your eyes sparkled at the mention of stars, your favorite subject, before dan heng listened for the millionth time to your lighthearted ramble of where the stars came from. the way your laugh echoed melodiously in his head when he made a small but harmless mistake, how he would frown a little in shame but your toothy grin would make him forget his initial embarrassment. the way your head rested on his chest, humming to a childhood lullaby that would always have the same effect on his heart — to grow bigger in affection and adoration for you.

and you made him a better person, better than he ever thought he could be. dan heng had always carried the burden of his past reincarnation's sins on his back, but your presence always made the weight seem lighter. a glimpse of you was a glimpse of a life that he could live without guilt. and he wanted to make sure that he was worthy of it. worthy of you.

in short, dan heng found the perfect lifelong partner in you, end of story.

which ... just made your words pierce deeper than a knife to his heart.

"i think we should stop."

dan heng was too deep in his thoughts that he had not realized that he crumpled the paper flower bouquet in his hand. he was supposed to hand this to you the moment he stepped inside your room; march had teased him on the amount of dedication he put in perfecting his craft — according to the archives he has read, they called it the art of origami — but dan heng found himself smiling the entire process. secretly, he thought of it like his practice of building a life with you; handling the paper with subtle gentleness and care, folding it neatly to avoid any creases, before constructing a foundation for the camellia flower, your favorite flower.

what a joke this all seems to be now.

what was going on? where did he do wrong? why were you doing this? dan heng tried to remember if he had forgotten anything important. was it the time that he brushed you aside because he was engrossed in the mission? was it because dan heng constantly locked himself in the archives all by himself, that you grew tired of that?

".... stop what?"

you looked up at him, your stormy eyes brimming with tears that you were still trying to hold back. even when you were crying and breaking his heart, dan heng could not help but think how captivating you still looked. "you know what i mean."

why? "why?"

from his perspective, he could already see how much you were struggling to say it. you were shaking your head as your body was trying to hold in the biggest sob. it took everything in dan heng not to run to you and hold you in his arms, but what are the chances that you'd end up pushing him away? your words were evidence enough that you did not need his grasp right now.

"i just... i just don't see a future with you in it."

well, that hurt. that hurt more than the days that his other self wasted away in the shackling prison, mind swimming in terror and confusion as to why he was restrained the moment he was born. that hurt more than the time he sustained his deepest injury, because you were the one who ended up patching it up for him, all the while chastising him for being too reckless again. he won't have that anymore.

"why?" it was a repeat of his former question, but dan heng could hear his voice breaking as he repeated himself. moments ago, he was just dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you. to be able to wake up with you next to him and be the first to see the satisfied smile on your face. to stay by your side until the day you inevitably passed on before him.

and now, you were asking him to let that all go?

despite his initial reflections, dan heng took a step towards you, to which he was greeted with you stepping backwards, a sight that sank his heart even deeper. "but i love you." dan heng started, his heart soaring when he saw that his words still elicited a reaction from you. at this point, he was just grasping at non-existent straws that would bring you back to your senses. back to him. "we can figure a way—"

"dan heng." he stopped at his name, before slowly looking up to meet your gaze. your eyes were clouded with pain, sorrow, but most importantly, it was devoid of the warmth that dan heng sought solace in.

"i... i don't know if i can do this anymore."

you were no longer facing him, your back shaking in muffled sobs as dan heng stood there, as he watched you push him away for the first and last time. the feeling of the crumpled paper flower on his palm left nothing but a sour taste in his mouth. to think that he was so excited to see you.

"you're giving up then? on us?"

his voice came out hollow, his once forlorn expression twisting in incredulity and subtle frustration. to think that he was so excited to make things finally official between the both of you. he was finally ready to settle down and become the better man— no, the best man for you. could you not see how hard he worked to deserve you?

how cruel were you, really?

you didn't turn around to face him, but your silence told him everything he needed to know. it took everything in him to stifle the urge to let out a bitter laugh. how could he be so foolish? who would love someone as stoic, risk-taking and tactless as him, anyways?

"i didn't take you for a quitter, y/n. but i guess we're learning something new about each other right now." he spat out, which earned a turn from you. dan heng could see the hurt in your eyes. it annoyed him that even when you're hurting him, it still pained him to see you in distress. it took everything in him to reel back and stop himself. "so this is it; this is how all... this ends." he refused to let this flurry of emotions overwhelm him, as dan heng took one step closer towards you, and to his surprise, you stood, feet firmly planted on the ground. well, what does that matter now.

he was now towering over you, his eyes never leaving your figure and now was looking down at you. a part of him begged him to not say anything else, to leave with his dignity and his head up high. even if they weren't ... partners anymore, he could still try salvaging a friendship. and yet, his emotions took full control of himself at that moment. "i can't believe i even thought you were the one for me, but i guess i would probably outlive you, anyways. "

he could have sworn he heard your breath hitch as your eyes betrayed everything you were feeling at the time. a mix of grief, sadness and surprise at his words, no doubt. however, it was a fleeting sight that only slipped into another unreadable expression. "leave. please... just leave."

typically, dan heng would be able to tolerate the silence between the both of you, but that was because he could lose himself in your gaze. not now, though. his hand crumpled the paper flower even further before he threw it at the ground. dan heng took one last look at you, a small hope resurfacing that you would take everything back, that you were simply saying it in jest — but there was nothing.

he allowed his anger to overtake him and close the door behind him with a loud slam, huffing in mixed grief and anger and leaving your room for the last time. even when you were no longer looking, dan heng still refused to let that flurry of emotions overwhelm him. he shouldn't cry over someone who gave up on him as easily as that.

if he had lingered for a moment longer, he would have probably heard you breaking down in the loudest sobs on the other side of the door.

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it had been three months since you left the astral express. three months since dan heng closed the door to the possibility that he would spend the rest of his long, long life with you.

three months since he hurled all those hurtful words towards you, which he has regretted since then. but his stupid ego would not let him utter a single apology to you the following morning.

it didn't take long for you to pack your bags and leave, which dan heng actually found relieving. the more he didn't see you and mourn over what could have been, the better.

still, it had been three months. dan heng would be a liar if he said that you did not cross his mind once. well, maybe more than once. maybe a million times since you left. he hated how you still had a hold on him, hated how your voice would be the last thing he's reminded of before he drifts to sleep, but most of all, he hated how he missed you since that fateful night.

how could he have missed the signs?

the tug on his sleeve brought him back to reality, as march looked over at him with a concerned glance. dan heng just shook his head and looked down at the very thing he was holding.

a bouquet of camellias. real ones, this time.

"dan heng, if you're feeling overwhelmed, we can just—" he was already walking ahead of march without listening to what else she had to say. truthfully, nothing she would probably say would deter him. the cold weather of jarilo vi was enough to drone out his ever active mind. so this was the planet that you called home after you left the express.

it did not take long for him to reach his destination, especially with how fast he had been walking. dan heng could barely even see the identifiable pink hair belonging to march behind him anymore. he'd probably have to offer her an apology for leaving her behind later.

it was a desolate deserted place, save for the monsters that roamed nearby and the dilapidated house that dan heng could only surmise as your house. though, he knew already what he was looking for.

"hey, y/n. i know you probably don't want to see me again, but ... here are your favorite flowers, just how you liked them."

to find himself face to face to a makeshift tombstone wasn't a sight that dan heng could have ever prepared himself for, but the fact that it was your tombstone that he was leaving flowers for made his last words towards you sink a knife deeper in his heart.

how could he not have noticed your erratic heartbeat?

when you told him that you couldn’t see a future with him in it, he didn’t think that you meant you did not have a future.

all those months, dan heng refused to let the flurry of emotions overwhelm him, but maybe for this time, he could just blame the emotional downpour on the bleak cold weather.

"if you had told me you were dying, i would have stayed."

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

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uuuuuuhhhhhhh i have a draft rn and its smut since i haven’t written smut in a good while ..

its neuvi and wrio x reader :3 (separate)

hint:

daddy’s home. ;)

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kinktober?? srry i only know angstober ‼️🔥

#broken