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kalims · 11 months ago

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⭒ㅤwith a disney princess

premise. surely there's been a mistake, cause there's no way someone out of place like you ended up at nrc, right? (spoiler alert: months later and they will fight whoever might drag you to rsa)

featuring. dorm leaders (from diasomnia to heartslabyul)

content. at best this might imply a female reader, given they're based of a 'princess' but I tried to take the gender vague and focused mainly on the qualities of them! mc has hair in the rapunzel part lol

note. no beta we die lol. I worked on this by group so i honestly don't remember if I accidentally gendered mc. I absolutely love idias part lmaoooo

malleus (aurora)

ooh intimidating x soft couple.

you look way out of place in somewhere like nrc of all places, given your mother is the infamous sleeping beauty (infamous, in the college’s standards that is.) your kindness is easily taken advantage of, even if you do realize it there is always forgiveness spared for the undeserving.

said kindness was extended to the quiet malleus.

surprise no surprise. he’s impeccably drawn to the sparkling aura you seem to exclude. malleus feels as though there are traces of familiar magic always hovering around you, like its embowed into your very being. a blessing would be a better word for it.

well, he’s just curious but if he were to ever ask he’d be met with the confirmation that you were, indeed blessed by the same three fairies your mother was blessed by (minus the curse… ironically he’s quite similar to the same lady that your mother loved and looked up to.)

he’s just fascinated. something as glittery as you, shiny like gold would’ve been whisked away to his nice tower, homey. he’d tell you. almost as if making its image seem heavenly. (lowkey highkey getting your consent for kidnapping)

animals always seem to flock around you everywhere you go, they sneak around to reach you. in your dorm, during lunch, even in class. there’s either a bird on your shoulder or a squirrel making itself comfortable atop your head. its a curious sight, critters don’t really like him much.

in short they run away, humans or animals alike are both afraid of his presence it seems.

so he’s incredibly still when you nudge an adorably round bird in his palm, peering at it with cautious eyes. tense as a statue lest it flies away.

cue staring contest.

he felt incredibly accomplished that day, and immersed him in the role of making this creature like him. leaving seeds, offering it the most sought off food from the valley, literally conjuring a small home for it. everything.

HE’S SO HAPPY.

malleus often asks of you to sing, perhaps its the blessing talking but its the most unique form of sound he’d ever heard in his life, the more he sings the more he wants to imbue his very being with the loveliness of your song.

always following you around like a lost puppy (lizard?) any evil that actually wants to take advantage of your unfortunate naive desire for peace and kindness is scared away. although malleus would never want your interactions to be reduced entirely because of him, he only starts looking like a demon one he figures out their motive is less than fitting for you.

“yeah, the ingredients were to complicated for me to remember—”

“oh! perhaps i can help you?”

spots the demon behind you (just your lovely giant staring them to their grave.)

“you know what i actually got it— sorry for wasting your time.” you watch them, confused as they dip.

you look to him, as though to ask what just happened but he merely casts you an oblivious glance and shrugs.

favorite past time → coddling you in his dragon form.

he was doubtful whether he should pull through in actually showing it to you, since you were already such an angel towards him. would it be a stretch if he let a selfish desire get in the way? perhaps you’d get scared if you see how large he is there—or if he’s—

idia (rapunzel)

okay that amazed smile on you was totally worth it.

wow your hair is fire.

he should have never made a comment about it in the first place because now you’re completely confused about his reference, were you living in like… in isolation? a cave? you’re a little less worse than the scarabia’s dorm leader when it comes to being oblivious.

just two idiots miscommunicating, he atleast is trying to make an effort to explain that he doesn’t mean it literally but his wording is so bad that you get absolutely nothing from what he is trying to infer.

okay your hair though.

“why is that person stuck in that square!?”

good thing ortho was near cause you almost charged towards a television and judging by the, pan!? in your grip you definitely would have smashed the screen trying to be righteous and rescue the character.

okay then. 1. don’t let you near electronics, specifically when its playing something.

you are a literal danger to his society. shivers

you’re always asking something like “what are those glowing balls on the ceiling?” those are lights… “why is that thing speaking?!” that’s a speaker… “why is it on fire?” oh that’s his hair, he doesn’t really know either it was just like that.

it does feel a little nice to get asked like that and he’d know the answer (its literally the most common knowledge ever but whtv)

EPIC! idia is now trying to figure out how resistant your hair is. its literally like, the most OP shield there is!

at first he had some reservations. like, used a knife once and was flabbergasted when it came back in half. your hair didn’t even move an inch. then he got motivated and tried a sharper sword, longer, and larger of course. he let ortho handle it cause he probably would have stabbed himself.

“wtf.”

flinches cause the half of the sharp end came completely off and stabbed right beside his head onto the wall.

what are the limits of it?! had some doubts before using one of the tech he came up with, it could literally cut through a diamond and he isn’t sure if its entirely safe but you’re all for it cause you were always curious whether your hair could even get cut in the first place.

anyway you’re way too happy to be near a lazer that could obliterate you and its kinda infecting him. yikes.

less than happy cause the lazer literally got reflected by your hair and hit itself so it’s just gone.

on the bright side he can use you as a scapegoat (in a good way)

alright. 2. don’t enrage you unless he wants to experience getting hit by a pan really hard.

wow. he felt that for days.

maybe its the hit or he’s just feeling a little woozy whenever you’re around.

definitely the pan.

vil (mulan)

bold x shy couple

pretty x pretty defender

he’s used to people heeding his suggestions but damn, are you a stubborn one.

not only have you not listened to his propositions for becoming a more refined person (cause the way you held yourself was too.. much for him to ignore, and it bothered him for a long time until he decided to help you.) but he can respect you, he supposes. not a lot of people can stay true to themselves.

it seems like epel, the boy himself has taking a liking to you. no wonder he’s been becoming more rebellious lately.

vil would never stoop so low to purposely direct someone advice that would change their entire self, decimate their unique traits. but all he told you was out of the goodness of his heart, if you’d be less clumsy of your ways your reputation would be better for the long run.

not being respected amongst nrc is never a good thing.

still, you’re still headstrong. never too overconfident, nor cocky. just a humble soul, that’s rare so he tends to stick by you if he ever wanted an honest opinion cause people just tell him what he wants to nowadays. vil never enjoyed the biased remarks.

more often than not he enjoys making your already pretty face, prettier than it is.

finds out you’re no bark and all bite, he never even knew you could take down someone who has an advantage over you in physical terms. come on, its savanaclaw. apparently the guy had spared him an unsavory comment and (apparently, in your defense. only told him a few words, got attacked so it was self defense.)

it came a surprise to him. seeing as you’re generally relaxed in nature, your military prowess a mystery to most since you seemed content with resorting matters with peace. though you seem to lack more restraint when it comes to your close relationships.

vil scolding you in the infirmary (you don’t have a scratch, and the guy whose pride you handed back to is in some corner lamenting cause he can hear you guys.) and you just taking it.

contrary to how you first treated to each other. you seem to be more prone to his opinions, or suggestions the more you progress with each other. he admits maybe he was too outright in his manner of speaking the first time, but it only highlights the change you’d gone through with each other.

you’re the perfect doll, in a way. not in a demeaning way or anything but its so satisfying to him to use products on your face just for the sole reason that you sit so still. his absolute favorite past time is skin care together even if you mostly just follow his lead.

you and epel must be kindred spirits, once he was on his way to retire to the indoors of pomefiore. seeing as it started raining, heavy so it meant it would stay for a while. and then paused when he spotted you both sharing words.

and planting apple seeds in the rain? both of you are stained with the rain, some dirt and mud alike. and vil had never looked so mortified. so just cause you don’t protest when he cares for you doesn’t mean you’re bothered by getting dirty he guesses.

“you both… clean yourselves up, i’ll brew medicine lest you fall under the weather.” ← disappointed sigh.

kalim (jasmine)

ended up waiting for you both to finish under the covers and ushered you both to baths.

you have a tiger!

just living char x their absolute biggest stan

wow you have a tiger.

did he mention you have a tiger?

majority of nrc knows not to mess with you haha, if it’s not obvious already with the seemingly lax tiger that behaves like some sort of overgrown cat following you around and growls at someone when you aren’t looking.

then you always raise a brow at the people who tell you otherwise. “bab doesn’t bite.”

kalim is lowkey highkey their biggest fan, i mean. jamil is having the worst year of his life dragging kalim away wherever you seem to be because the first apparent instinct of the boy is to try to pet the tiger cause it’s ‘cute’.

at some point jamil had to investigate your routine throughout the day, what you do, where you go at specific times like after classes conclude to make sure kalim doesn’t cross path with you.

well, not necessarily you but rather your… tiger. which is hard, honestly. you seem to visit scarabia a lot for a reason unknown. jamil would be suspicious you’d be planning something but all you really do is stay out on the balcony with your companion.

but alas, fate would have it otherwise.

“hi,” kalim blurts before he could remember his friend’s warning. you turn, along with your… also friend who watches him closely. you blurt out a greeting back, seeing as it’s courtesy, you seem to be amused at his fascinated eyes staring at your tiger.

“want a pet?” you offer, bab making sounds of protest.

jamil almost had a heart attack seeing the two of you attached by the hip, only calming down a few weeks later. seeing as your companion wouldn’t pose as much danger as he assumed, seeing as the tiger’s protectiveness started extending to the ray of sunshine.

rich couple ig. everyone overhears your conversations and doubles over. “i had a small statue of gold made for bab, for you.” and then a; “oh, thanks. but we already have a lot at home. hmm…”

actually it’s not really the manner of being attached, more like two following you. kalim, and then your cutie pie tiger.

your reserved nature in particular greatly contrasts kalim, yapper x listener i guess. although the object of his interest was initially because of bab, he might as well be another overgrown cat of yours cause he seems to love touch.

its concerning cause bab themselves felt challenged for your affection and when they spotted kalim’s head nestled on your lap they ‘accidentally’ kick him off.

in a way you seemed untouchable, pet included. you don’t seem to mind kalim much, people might even go as far as to say you enjoy his company. occasionally the vice of his dorm as well, the three of you have this sort of aura that screams ‘don’t approach’

said aura is in the form of a very big cat.

azul (ariel)

one time you admitted to having not much friends and three heads turned towards you. face twisted incredulously.

he doesn’t know why but you looked like you went through ten stages of grief (3 more cause the 7 definitely wasn’t enough.) when you took a glance at him, during the time you were looking around, you almost went past him, actually. but then doubled back immediately.

that’s concerning.

morally suspicious (devil in disguise) x angel

azul often asks your opinions out of habit, he himself isn’t even sure when it started but he considers you a factor in decisions. though he does prefer to keep you out certain… endeavors of his away entirely, no need to concern your innocence in his doings.

as such he often uses the twins to steer you away from trouble cause you seem to have no sense for it whatsoever, whenever there’s a fight brewing instead of walking off you stride closer. curious to whatever was happening.

and, you believe too easily apparently.

jade had held you by your shoulders and directed you away from the fight before the dispute reached you and inevitably dragged you in. “why are they fighting?”

he replied. “ah, well. they inhaled an unpleasant shroom and got affected.” your mortified face spoke you believed him. human culture! you thought.

your brain should be inspected honestly. floyd told him all about the pile of stuff you had “found” in your dorm, ranging from innocent collectibles to items that brought the question of whether or not they were really yours but you didn’t really claim otherwise, just that you found em’ so no more questioning.

azul doesn’t even wanna know why you started staring at mushrooms like they were a mortal enemy of all living forms. speaking of, the three of them didn’t even consider that you could be from the sea as well. seeing as, well. you have two feet, even if they have the same.

besides the fact you’re too clumsy for your own good you sure had no fear when you leapt overboard during a field trip cause a trinket that caught your eye fell and gave the entirety of the attendants a heart attack. floyd had patted him on the back and wishes him condolences.

also the shock of the century when you emerged, pretty tail and all. holding it the trinket up like you just found it the most fascinating thing on the globe.

since then underwater dates were a thing. which took a lot of prompting honestly, you didn’t know he was a merman either, curiously asking him what kind he was. in nature, you were persistent. like a need to sate your questions so he eventually relented.

even then, it took a while before he let you see the form. ← to his fluster you seemed engrossed in this form of his. swimming around him and asking questions.

now azul also have a small pile of items hidden in a box beneath his bed, all from you. which, upon being opened would be mistaken for unused items since its literally random stuff, and a concerning favor towards forks.

oh yeah. sometimes the tweels crash your date.

you could be in his office, going about your business. chilling on his couch and playing with one of your treasures and be completely unaware of the ominous discussion ongoing within the three about anemones? contracts?

“what are you guys talking about?”

“hairstyles for azul.”

“what—”

“ooh. i can brush his hair so you can style it!” pulls out a fork.

leona (belle)

“oh my sevens, WAIT—”

i was having a crisis trying to think of a dynamic so why not just, beauty x beast.

leona is less than pleased to admit he doesn’t like you much. or atleast, he used to. it was clear his feelings of you was reciprocated, based on the uninterested side glances you cast him. your type, well liked, pristine, proper, and informed reminds him all to well of what mold he was forced into. though it never really fit.

you on the other hand, just dislike him in general. more pointedly as to how he acted, too self righteous in your opinion. he sure spends a lot of time moping about how he could have been king when he’s acting like he’d be a terrible one. you’d say it to his face but even you aren’t too crude.

if you’re both looking at the bright side though, you’d probably prefer each other’s company above others. you’re quiet, perfect for napping around. he’s surprisingly true to himself, his morals aren’t too bad either.

as such, to your disdain he now naps in the library. which you had titled your own space, but he didn’t really just care.

relatively you’re a lot more cool headed than he is, you told him concerns about his laziness which he weaved through. after opening up with each other… well you know how it goes.

okay, fine. you no longer berate leona for napping at the public space, quickly shut up when he threatened you. “i’m gonna tell you the real reason ‘m here nowadays if you don’t calm down. and it ain’t the peace i’m here for.” he eyes you, and you shut up after that.

leona doesn’t know if he should be amused or annoyed at the fact that you stand up to whatever he says. ‘that’s rude,’ this. ‘are you out of your mind?’ that. at some point where he doesn’t wanna admit, leona had disliked seeing you upset (particularly towards him) that he started listening.

at others is a different story though. he will gladly watch you shut down someone else.

sometimes he makes weird remarks, like. “throw an egg at them, who knows might hatch into a chick and give them the company they’ve been lacking.” ← just bullies random people while you defend them. “what? don’t be stupid, eggs that are sold don’t hatch into chicks.”

you often lament in his arms, regretting ever coming near his sleeping frame cause next thing you know you’re subjected to prison, and you had accidentally dropped the book you were reading so even if you try to reach for it he’s pulling you back.

will reach for it if you ask tho lol.

just one look from you has him suddenly behaved tbh.

bothers your productive time by crashing it with his opposite word of productive idk im to lazy to check. more often than not tramples over your things, but always looks dead to life when you end up scolding him heavily.

also kicks out the animals that gravitate towards you for some reason, got jealous of a bird nestled in your hair once cause apparently you paid too much attention to it.

apparently told ruggie to fetch books for you when you’re running out, at that point you might actually milk the nrc library with how fast you burn through them.

“you’re not even from here, what do—”

“actually. originally from times before, they—”

riddle (cinderella)

got lectured about history, eugh.

easy to fluster x enthusiastic and sweet

how are you so nice.

you’ve got most of the population of nrc enamored with your natural charm alone, though some do tend to mock you. unfortunately they aren’t wrong, you really do fit in more at a different school like rsa with your personality.

i mean you fit the bill, kind, pretty, talks to animals.

good for you though. cause riddle would prefer a behaved student than a troublesome one anyway so he would definitely dig you lmao.

speaking of. he definitely goes to you whenever the hedgehogs are lost in the maze, or the flamingos just don't wanna step out the farther spot from the pond, somehow they love you in whatever you do.

as in, you spoke to the hedgehogs with a lower tone. almost like a coo, and he almost tells you to stop because that's the universal worse tone to talk to hedgehogs until... it nuzzles into you?!

flabbergasted, he can only watch.

sevens... you're just so pleasant to be around he could die.

at some point it felt like you were the epitome of being kind. riddle understand that the virtue was just embedded into you, letting others berate you for whatever... he even thought you were too kind for a place like nrc where the complete opposite traits are admired.

you are, but only to those who deserve it. riddle had the pleasure to spot you nitpicking a crude student and they looked like they were gonna burst into tears.

so... you knew what to say almost always. when troubled, he'd learn that it's best to talk to you cause you'd know what to say to ease his worries, when you're treated wrongly? sevens.. you also know what to say.

but, in a putting whoever in their place way?

(idk man I'm just rambling at this point lmao idk how to write a cinderella reader.)

riddle has grown accustomed to random critters breaking in the door. well, he was used to animals in the first place. or atleast thought he was when he opened a door in the dorm and almost yelled at the sight of a group of mice looking like they were having conspiracies.

a few weeks after that he knocked on doors before opening them.

was also very disturbed when you announced they were your friends.

I don't know. I feel like he'd lowkey be the type to write your name in a heart on the back of his notebook and straighten his face like: 'what in the world am I doing' but not erasing it anyways.

over time, your little 'friends' got used to him, and vice versa. at the very least he isn't screaming at their sudden visits, be it flying through the window or just popping out of something they climbed on.

who's screaming though are his dorm members, and he's found humors in the encounters.

"ah, thank you, myrcella." he nods gingerly, toward the very tiny white mice who seems to twirl around, touched by the thanks. the little thing was nice enough to carry the pen he'd been using to scribble down the main definitions he'd been copying from the textbook.

in the middle of reaching for a glass of water the door opens, riddle watches one of his residents striding in rambling. probably about to be exposed to the sight of a group of mice sleeping on top of each other atop a cushion he'd personally placed for them.

and maybe the birds. whom seemed comfortable by his small collection of plants.

"dorm leader, octavinelle stude—GAHHHH—"

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 11 months ago

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kisses over handshakes | s.r. x fem!reader

“who’s the new guy?”

jj turned to you before looking in the direction your eyes were focused on. standing outside hotch’s office was derek accompanied by a mystery guy, well he looked more like a boy. tall and lanky with a short haircut that was starting to grow past his ears and curl to his skin. he was wearing a short sleeved button up that looked a size or two bigger on him, practically swallowing him in the fabric, and he paired dark brown stacks for his office attire.

“that’s spencer reid. gideon helped bring him into the unit when he brought him in as an apprentice, also he’s a genius. graduated high school at twelve, has three phds, a 187 iq and can read fast and remember well. own our human internet.” jj listed off his qualifications for the job at- “how old is he?” “only twenty three.” boy genius indeed.

you followed behind jj as she walked towards the two, “hello boys. spencer i wanted to introduce you to y/n, she’s my assistant.” skirting you closer into his directions, teeth biting into your bottom lip from slight nerves.

“hi it’s a pleasure to meet you,” sticking out a waiting hand. spencer looked to your hand then directly into your eyes as he said, “the number of pathogens passed between a handshake is staggering it’s actually safer to kiss.” and you could tell he was completely serious.

so you shrugged, “okay,” and leaned in to peck his cheek. you saw how derek smiled widely as he shook his head, “told you someone would be bold enough to do it.” reaching out to flick at your shoulder, you swatted his hand away with a frown.

eyes back to spencer, his cheeks turned flushed and his mouth was opening and closing, eyes slightly bugged. “sorry, that was unprofessional of me.” apologizing for overstepping, not wanting him to hate you already.

“no- no it’s alright. just the first to do so, caught off guard.” he smiled nervously, lips quirked. “i- i wouldn’t mind if you- if you kept doing so.” rolling his lips once the sentence settled over the four of you, you smiled back at him.

“looks like you got an admirer, pretty girl.” derek pipped in snapping you from your staring contest with spencer’s profile. you just rolled your eyes to the older man, “guess i know how you feel now, playboy.”

jj pulled you along, “alright, well we have some cases to look over and i’m sure you two have paperwork to fill out, so we’ll see you later.”

“bye pretty ladies,” derek bid you goodbye. you waved at spencer over your shoulder and he held his hand up in reply. you chuckled quietly at his awkward nature.

“by the end of the year, i’m gonna date him.” sounding confident in your statement. you turned to jj and she furrowed her clean brows, “why not sooner?”

“cause i want him to ask me and i know it’s gonna be awhile, but im in it for the long game with boy genius. he’s a special one.”

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mtchacffinz · 1 year ago

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what a blunder!

prompt!!! Arlecchino personally deals with your unwanted marriage proposal in her own unique way.

content!!! fem!reader x arlecchino, SFW, impatient arlecchino, violence mentioned, marriage proposal, possessive arlecchino

note!!! "Farlahr" is a made up character for the sake of this ficlet. The Doctor here is NOT Dottore. something about arlecchino tweaking and losing a few screws is so hot to me so here you go girls this one is for my strap on arlecchino riders 🙏 im so normal

"He told me that if I consider him as my betrothed, I would be set for life." You smile up at her, albeit nervous. "Huh? Oh— Where are you going?"

Long empty corridors could carry even the faintest whispers. The moon peeks from the shadows, it's serene light softly caressing the harbingers figure— still, quiet, tensed. Her heels clang echoing all throughout the corridor, her gaze that was pinned straight forward seemed to pierce through the thick air surrounding the atmosphere.

Long empty corridors could carry even the faintest whispers, and Arlecchino failed to notice she started to hear her uneven breathing.

Peculiar. Truly peculiar..

"Right this way, Ma'am." Arlecchino set her gaze towards the head butler, greeted with the sight of a tensed figure in return. The head butler winces, stammering on his words. Was she glaring? She doesn't know. That's not important. She's needs to get through the door. "I- I will inform the Master of your arrival—"

"That will not be necessary." Her sultry voice cut through his words. "We have been long collaborators, a reunion shan't wait too long."

Her monochromatic figure heaves a soft breath, looking blankly towards the excessively pretentious door, it's sheer size looming over Arlecchino's figure— the entrance towards an office.

Eloquent and graceful, although her lips were painted with a polite smile, the person before her couldn't tell if the crimson woman was brewing something from within. The Knave was calculative and perceptive, an expert at keeping herself cold despite the scorching flames imbedded within her. The man kept his gaze at the floor, lacking the courage to even contest her gaze.

Those eyes, terrifying crimson hued crosses that could mess with your head tried to dare his optics to even catch a small gaze. Staring into them was ill advised indeed. The butler knew this for his heart was racing, and what added to the cold sweat undeniably trickling in his jaw was that Arlecchino stood unnervingly still— as if contemplating something under deep thought. Before anything could be done, Arlecchino firmly gripped the mansion door's handles in a few momemts, swinging it open with great force.

There had always been an air of nobility in Arlecchino's presence. As soon as she stepped foot into Farlahr's office, the doctor stood up in shock, startled.

"Please, excuse my abrupt visit, Doctor." Arlecchino deliberately spat out the title, a composed smile tugged at her lips. Farlahr's eyes widen at the sight of her monochromatic elegance painting his mansion floors with her presence.

"You're not too busy, I presume? Do let us catch up, I insist— I truly do." It was way beyond the wee hours of the night, the breeze was cold and unforgiving, and the doctor could feel it crawling up his spine. The Harbingers assertive words leave no room for arguments. As if there was an invisible wind from the room, forcing every bit of his movements to bend at her own will.

"I admit that it's quite off fashion to visit at this hour empty handed, Lord Harbinger." The man chuckled in an attempt to disperse the growing tension in the air. He swings his hands— decorated with glimmering stones to mask his nervousness. The woman quickly responded.

"I won't be empty handed for long."

"Pardon, Lord Harbinger?"

Arlecchino doesn't clarify any further, but directs her unwavering gaze to him. Dark, piercing. It was like a warning, a ticking bomb for the doctor to diffuse except there seemed to be no signs of dismissal any time soon.

His crisp smile quickly dropped.

"...I merely jest." Farlahr quickly followed up, as if it was the most amusing joke in the world. Arlecchino doesn't seem to share the same opinion, as her expression stood the same. Whatever The Knave came here for, he doesn't know just yet. And if he fails to catch on, Farlahr just might lose something. His head fell from the deep crevices of his panicked mind falling into one topic he suddenly could bring up as distraction.

With their history of collaborative partnership of 13 years, Arlecchino didn't have a single problem in regards to the business and it's contributions to the House of Hearth. Arlecchino didn't care for his obsessions with women and adulterous activities, the poised lady simply stood her ground due the information the Doctor withheld about the history of medical fallacies and treatments alike.

Arlecchino's rigid gaze quickly looked relaxed, unbothered. Her voice had voice lowered and her arms and legs sit crossed.

"I came here to offer a deal."

"And that is?"

It was no surprise to Arlecchino that Farlahr was a worldly man. Riches to riches, he has re-married at least three times and he's proud of that. Arlecchino didn't bother to comprehend his thought process. She believes that his brain was processed waste ideally converged with multiple nerves. His body reeked of metals, teeth gleaming brightly with silver. She kind of wishes she could rip it all out of his jaw..

"You will retract your marriage proposal." Arlecchino starts, "And I say this, your wealth, status, and people— all safeguarded as per usual."

Farlahr was taken aback by the sudden demand. He doesn't know if her statement stemmed from concern for his safety or a wake up call to his unethical hobbies. The opportunist in him say the opposite, it says that maybe you are some sort of leverage in this world— so valuable that even the 4th Harbinger of then fatui would personally come and abolish his plans of marrying you.

But the curiosity of his consciousness gnaws it's way out of his lips, asking one particular question.

"You disapprove of my wife and I?"

How disgusting. Utterly repulsive. Its almost an offense to your whole existence to be called a wife to someone as repugnant as him. The monochromatic grace managed to suppress her disgust by responding in a more poignant tone.

"Ah, forgive me." Arlecchino very slowly tilts her head, eyes unblinking. She effortlessly stands up from her seat, her coat elegantly swaying with her refined and poised movements, breath light as a feather— a shadow cast on her face.

"But I don't disapprove of your proposal, pig." In a moment, there was a switch in her tone. Her pointed high heels shoes dragged themselves against the expensive velvet carpet, dreaming to at least peirce through the back of a certain crisp, fragile cranium. With every step closer Arlecchino gets, the more Farlahr's heart pounds in his chest, daring to jump off.

She raises a hand and firmly places them on his shoulder.

"...I forbid it."

Serenity was all that could be described throughout the night. And you, as a person of idle leisure in the evening, appreciated the tranquil breeze that brush past your cheek. A soft sigh escapes your lips, falling into deep thought. What is there to do? With the last 28 hours you were given to decide on an answer, you're left quite bewildered. Tapping your fingernails on the terrace by muscle memory, your train of thought was disturbed when you head familiar foot steps behind you.

You turn around to see a sight of dignified beauty, standing before your sleepless eyes. Arlecchino's presence, despite the abruption, quickly calmed your disgruntled nerves down.

But something was wrong. Before you could ask about the residual crimson stains on her cheek and darkened hands, she speaks in a tone softer than any voice you've heard her.

"If I may ask, my dove, could you marry someone with an absent ring finger?"

Wow. What a random question. Completely uncalled for. Maybe the ungodly hours of the night got to her? Despite the conspiracies flowing through your mind, you try hard to think of an answer.

"Hmm. I should rephrase that. Could you marry a man with no fingers?" Arlecchino ponders out loud, "Despite a marriage contract, you must need a ring to put on his finger, right? Quite a shame, really.."

"No, I don't think so. Wedding rings are to be put on ring fingers, if I recall correctly."

"That's a relief." You raise a brow, completely lost. You gaze at Arlecchino, a subtle triumphant look paints her expression, her fingers play around with her numerous rings that sit comfortably on her fingers. Taking one out, she approaches your figure.

"May I embrace you, my lady?" Suddenly, the Harbingers sultry voice was sullen, sulking. My, what's up with this woman? A moment ago she shows up with (possibly) blood around her person, and now she's asking for sudden physical contact? After just a consonant of the reply 'Yes' was uttered, Arlecchino quickly took you in her arms, embracing you deeply— taking in your presence wholely.

"How I wish I could rid you the scent of that swine." She loosens her grip for a moment, putting a stray hair strand behind your ear. All this feels like a fever dream.. you remember that just mere hours ago, Arlecchino's face looked grim and unpleasant when she received news of your sudden proposal— her reaction left you perplexed. You thought it would be a good idea since Farlahr was a good business partner of hers, why the grim expression?

You pat her back comfortingly. Before you could say anything, Arlecchino quickly lets go of you, standing perfectly straight. Her face once again unreadable— she speaks in a calm and collected manner.

"That fool said that if you'd marry him, you would be set for life." She recounts, almost irritated. Arlecchino's crimson crosses gaze was away from you, but hands traced their way back to your arms, carefully holding them in hers. Her thumbs brush the back of your hands affectionately, with tenderness and care in her voice. Arlecchino's knee made contact with the floor, and her hands delicately handled yours as if they were the most precious thing in the world.

"You must marry me. All he could offer you, I could provide tenfold."

All of the sudden, the wind started to pick up, and the ethereal lady before you never looked so grand. Her monochromatic hair danced with the cool breeze, and her crimson eyes looked from above, transfixed on your figure. Your throat felt like there was too many words you could spit out in one go, and you were terrified that you'd ruin the atmosphere by stammering over your words.

"Marry me so you are mine to gratify. This is a promise I can keep, unlike that farce. Even at your grave, my everlasting flames will be buried with you in the dirt where you lay— in turn that you will never freeze from the cold kiss of death." The Harbinger adds, tenderly placing a peck on your knuckles. Her gaze could contest even the eyes of Archons at this very moment, possessing full confidence that upholds the standards of her capabilities.

Compared to her, what could a limbless man offer you?

my dumbass just woke up and decided to edit it a bit cus I was writing this at like, 3AM LMAOO, hello (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) its me again, just dipping my toes in the water to see if I could still write 🤔

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year ago

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Dorm Heads - With Zhongli Male Reader

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I'm sorry this took so long to post, Mystery anon! I've been super busy with personal stuff so I haven't had a lot of free time to work on this. I got pretty burned out at Idia's part and I couldn't be bothered to touch it up honestly; so, sorry about that. I hope this is what you wanted. —Benny🐰

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🌹 This hot headed boy was pretty surprised to find that the supposed magicless student from the orientation ceremony was not in fact magicless; seeing as you brought down a literal meteor and crushed the poor unsuspecting, feline resembling, monster. A meteor which appeared out of thin air and left no traces of damage behind after its impact. To say poor Riddle was confused and also fairly alarmed was an understatement.

🌹 Your mannerisms were very strange to him. You're very well spoken and composed; yet you're seemingly wise beyond your years. Why are you speaking as if you're in your 80s? Riddle won't lie though; for an old man you're quite good looking. If he didn't have a reputation to uphold and examples to set, he could stare at you all day long.

🌹 A dragon? Well… that explains a lot. No wonder the Dark Mirror couldn't detect magic in you; or at least, that's what he reasons with himself. Please; he needs an explanation, he's so confused. Upon seeing your dragon form though… Riddle is once again confused. Are dragons supposed to be that long? Not that he's complaining though; the way you make a massive bed out of yourself is hard to contest.

🌹 T‐Treasure? Him? That's— Now look here; no amount of buttering him up will make you exempt from the rules, You— you scoundrel! Riddle is not easily tricked! Even if he is a tad bit more lenient with you, no he's not. You have no proof.

🌹 You have a son now too!? Just what else aren't you telling him!? Riddle doesn't mind Xiao at all actually. He thinks that they're both similar in how dedicated they are to their work. The adeptus seems to only tolerate him though; which, while disheartening, he completely understands.

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"How odd, the Dark Mirror perceived you as magicless, yet you summoned stone and earth just now. Just who are you..?"

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🦁 Right off the bat Leona could smell it and immediately he knew; that ain't a damn human. However, he couldn't seem to pinpoint just what you were exactly. You smelled similar to his one sided rival, Malleus, but it was different somehow. In the end, he just chalked it up to you being a fae of some kind. He did find it bizarre that the Dark Mirror claimed you to be magicless and directly after that you used magic. Whatever, he just wants a nap.

🦁 Why the hell are you talking like that? You sound like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head. Seriously, who in the world says ‘quite’ anymore. But, Leona doesn't mind you going off on one of your long winded story times about your past. Your deep voice is very smooth and soothing to his ears and has lulled him to sleep successfully every time.

🦁 HA! He knew it; his nose is never wrong after all. Well… maybe Leona was off by a little; but you're certainly not a human. A dragon though? No wonder you smelled similar to his nemesis; except your scent is more earthy than the dragon fae's. Your dragon form makes a very comfortable body pillow to cling onto. Yes, he is indeed speaking from experience. What was said experience, you ask? You were taking a nap in your dorm room while in your dragon form and woke up with a wild lion beastman clinging onto you.

🦁 Treasure, huh? Okay, be prepared for him to call you nicknames of his own. Noodle is one that Leona uses the most; a way to endearingly tease you about the foreign look of your dragon form. Another one he likes to use is old man/gramps; a tease on the strange way you speak.

🦁 Oh dear Seven; please not another Cheka, he doesn't think he can deal with another gremlin in this lifetime. Thankfully for Leona though, the avian adeptus is far older than his hyperactive nephew and awfully cold too. The lion beastman is pretty sure that Xiao doesn't like him, but you've continually assured him that your son actually really enjoys his presence.

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"Damn, you sure talk a lot, Gramps. Hah? I didn't tell ya to stop or anything, keep talkin' I'm almost asleep."

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🐙 His immediate impression of you was actually very positive! You seemed incredibly knowledgeable and well spoken. But what really caught Azul's attention was your apparently unrecognizable magic. The Dark Mirror proclaimed you magicless and yet shortly after the proclamation you displayed an exceptional control over stone and earth when you suddenly summoned a large stone pillar to attack your rampaging familiar. Color him intrigued.

🐙 My, what a strange way of speaking you have; are you perhaps anything like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head where you're far older than you appear? Azul actually doesn't find your mannerisms all that strange to be honest, he thinks it just gives a certain charm to you.

🐙 Oh, so you're a dragon are you? Would you perhaps be interested in signing a contract with him? It's for your benefit, he swears. No? Damn. Your dragon form reminds him a bit of various aquatic animals that populate the Coral Sea. Don't mind him calling you any names of fish you've never heard of, okay. Sometimes, if he's tired enough, Azul will allow you to cuddle with him in your dragon form. It's quite comfortable, so he doesn't mind too much.

🐙 Azul doesn't mind giving nicknames to people, but he's not too used to receiving from anyone other than Floyd and sometimes Jade. So when you refer to him as your treasure, he's caught off guard and pretty flustered. He'll never not be red in the face when you call him by that pet name, but he has a few of his own for you. Oarfish is one that he uses often, mostly in a teasing sense. Another is Ropefish, this one is used sparingly, he never told you why though.

🐙 Xiao… does not like him. The adeptus made it very clear upon their first meeting when he held the blade of his polearm to the poor cecaelia's throat and fixed him with the sharpest glare Azul had ever seen. It would seem that you told him about the whole contract debacle that went down before his overblot and your son wasn't going to forgive him any time soon.

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"Are you perhaps interested in making a contract with me? My services are quite high quality and will certainly benefit you in the future. Eh? S‐shady? Me?"

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🪲 Kalim thought that you were really cool when he first saw you at the entrance ceremony! Not only did you help him put the fire on his butt out, you also summoned a huge meteor out of nowhere! “‘I will have order!’” You sounded so cool! Ah… but wait– didn't the Dark Mirror say that you were magicless? Oh whatever, it doesn't matter anyway.

🪲 Why do you talk like you're old? You look way too young to talk like that; maybe around Professor Crewel's age but that in itself is a stretch. Expect a lot of questions from Kalim; like a lot. How old are you really? Are you a fae? Were you raised by your grandparents? What do you mean you don't know what omg means? How did you get your hair so shiny? Why do you wear clothes like that? Where are you from? Do you have a job? What do you do for work? Why are you looking at him like that? Huh… who's Hu Tao?

🪲 A Dragon!? That's so cool! Our precious boy was completely blindsided by the revelation that you were, in fact, not a human. When you reveal your dragon form to him Kalim is ecstatic, attempting to wrap his arms around your now massive form. Most times you'll be lounging on his massive bed while in your dragon form as he lays in the middle of your coiled body; running his fingers through the fur on your neck and pressing kisses to your snout.

🪲 While he certainly doesn't mind receiving nicknames and pet names, actually he loves it, it makes him happy, but Kalim isn't one to give nicknames himself, he prefers to use their birth names because it feels more intimate. However, he's not against it when you call him your treasure, he's very happy, it makes him feel all warm and bubbly inside. He might call you Cobra from time to time but it definitely won't be too often.

🪲 You have a kid? Can he meet them!? Please, please, please! Yes? Yay! Your poor emo son was immediately glomped by the eldest prince of the scorching sands as soon as he entered the room. Kalim was so excited that he didn't even let the adeptus speak before he vomited questions at him. Xiao actually didn't mind him at all, the golden retriever-like boy reminded him of a certain oni he once met in the Casm in Liyue.

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"Why do you talk like you're old but look so young? Are you a fae like Lilia? What kind? Can I see your wings? Am I allowed to ask that? Wait! Was that rude!? I'm sorry!"

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👑 Vil actually had a very positive but slightly strained impression of you. You were very well put together; a foreign beauty from another land if you will. Well dressed, well spoken and dashingly handsome; it would be a lie to say that he felt a bit threatened by your arrival to the NRC. Not only were you undeniably attractive though, you possessed an unknown magic that the Dark Mirror couldn't even identify. You were marvelous but mysterious, beautiful yet dangerous. He couldn't help but find himself lost in those glowing amber eyes as you summoned a translucent shield around yourself.

👑 Goodness you're like that Lilia fellow from Diasomnia, only taller, far more charming and much less with the times. Truly, your lack of knowledge about modern technology and tendency to forget your wallet is astonishing. You're like an old man trapped in a young man's body. Don't worry though, Vil will do his best to lay it all out clearly for you.

👑 I'm sorry, you're a what? Could you repeat that darling, Vil doesn't quite think he heard you right. Oh, a dragon, well… okay. He's never seen a real dragon before but something about that form of yours seems a bit… off should he say? You actually resemble more of a snake in his opinion. He won't cuddle with you in your dragon form, unfortunately. His clothes are far too expensive to be covered in dragon fur; but he will give you a few pets from a good distance away. Take what you can get, man.

👑 I need you to know that Vil is the fairest of them all, he's heard it all by now. Well… he thought he did. It wasn't really the pet name but the sincerity in that loving tone you used when you called him your treasure. Oh, how it made him swoon! You rascal, flattery will get you everywhere with him.

👑 Xiao… is afraid of him. One time, you left the two of them alone for ten minutes and came back to a trashed room, a grinning Vil and a beautified yaksha that was trembling in embarrassment and rage. Your poor emo son was holding himself high up and far away from the beautiful man by hanging onto his winged jade spear that was stabbed into the wall. The Pomfiore prefect was right though, green really is Xiao's color.

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"Are you sure you're a dragon? I've never heard of dragon being quite so... oddly shaped. No– I'm not saying you look bad, you're very majestic and dare I say intimidating, I simply haven't ever seen a dragon like you before."

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💀 He recognized you from somewhere; he was sure of it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. From his tablet, Idia watched as the Dark Mirror addressed you as magicless; though, shortly after, you summoned a pillar of dark brown and amber colored stone to subdue your fire spewing familiar. You were so familiar, yet he couldn't think of where from, it was like some divine intervention was preventing it. Weird….

💀 You… How are you so clueless about technology? Just where the hell are you from that you don't know what a phone is? Your young appearance betrays your age too… You're like an irl anime character! Idia is absolutely raving! Hold on; let him write down a couple catchphrases and design you a costume! Don't worry, he'll teach you all he knows about modern tech as long as you go to this upcoming cosplay convention with him. You can be his main shielding healer from ‘Outworld Collision’!

💀 A dragon? Okay… so? Diasomnia's Dorm Head is kind of a dragon, so what's there to be surprised about? Your dragon form is a bit strange looking, but it's not like he'd actually tell you that; then again he's seen a lot of weird fantasy shit in the media he consumes on the daily, so he has no real reason to comment. Idia enjoy sitting in the middle of your coiled up serpentine body as he plays his games and reads his light novels; enthusiastically explaining the plot as he goes.

💀 T‐teasure? Your treasure? This poor man just about died when you called him that pet name for the first time. You thought he was so valuable that you compared him to treasure? Hold on, give Idia a second so he can compose himself, he's absolutely blue screening right now.

💀 Your son actually still has yet to meet Idia; he always psyches himself up to meet the yaksha but then chickens out at the last minute. He's just worried that if Xiao doesn't like him then you'll change your mind about being with him. It's not that he thinks the adeptus would purposely try and break the two of you up, he's just super paranoid.

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"T‐treasure? Me? Ah... t‐thank you... I t‐treasure you as well; you mean a lot to me. Um, g‐give me a second, I'll give you a nickname too.."

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🐲 Malleus, of course, hadn't attended the orientation ceremony due to not receiving an invitation, however Lilia had told him all about you when he returned to Diasomnia. He was very intrigued to hear about how you didn't seem to be human despite your appearance. As well as how the Dark Mirror had mistakenly labeled you as magicless as you seemed to display expert control over stone and earth. You truly lived up to expectations when he finally met you during his midnight walk around Ramshackle. You were quite the beauty as well.

🐲 Your disposition didn't faze him in the slightest. If anything, it just confirmed Malleus’ assumptions that you certainly weren't a human. He and Lilia speak in the exact same way as you, so he has no reason to be concerned nor intrigued about it. However, your habit of forgetting your wallet is a bit vexing.

🐲 You're… a dragon? Really!? Oh, you have absolutely no idea just how extatic he is to meet another dragon! Er, well, he isn't exactly a dragon, but he is close to it. Whenever you show him your dragon form, he's even more in awe of you than he was before. Truly, you were the most majestic creature he has ever had the pleasure to bear witness to. He'll happily show you his own dragon form too; expect to set aside a few hours once every week so that you and Malleus can cuddle together in said forms.

🐲 Your Treasure, you say? My my, you're quite charming aren't you? Now, Malleus isn't one to be easily flustered, but knowing how important treasures are to dragons, you're practically getting down on one knee when you call him that. Of course, he's not cruel enough to leave the sentiment unreturned, so he's taken to calling you his jewel or his fallen star in reference to you coming from another world.

🐲 Believe it or not, Xiao actually tried to kill him upon their first meeting. The yaksha had mistakenly thought that he was a demon that had somehow followed you all the way here. Thankfully though, you calmed your son down, explained the situation and introduced the two. Malleus actually took quite the liking to him despite the initial frosty reception; saying how the adeptus reminded him of a more quiet version of Sebek.

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"My, look at you. Such a gorgeous mane of fur, those glossy brown scales, curled horns of glowing amber, and those cute whiskers you have. What a magnificent creature you are, my darling."

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onlyyourhallucination · 1 year ago

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Cats

Pairing : Blade x Reader

Warning : Reader is not TB, Jealousy, TB mentioned

A/n : I ended up pulling for blade, and then I got his light cone on my first 10 pull, unbelievable 😭, I'm guaranteed Black swan again though, I got welt holy shii

Also, THOSE CATS? CRITTERS?, THEY'RE SO CUTE PLEASE I'LL DIE FOR THEM. how dare Ruan Mei left those cuties behind 😔, just give them to me, ish.

Meow

Meow meow

Meows echoing throughout the room you're in, you're sitting on the floor, holding one of the critters, while the rest is surrounding you. Nudging at your legs, then your back, trying to get your attention.

What's funnier is that these critters looked exactly like him, him who?

... Blade.

But he's currently away on a mission, and trailblazer sent you pics of the critter that looked exactly like blade. It took you quite a lot of convincing to get the trailblazer to send you the critters, also made more of the blade critters.

And now here you are surrounded of blade critters all around you, they're so cute. You picked them one up and nuzzled your face onto the top of them, you moved your face for a bit. And felt it's paw on your cheeks, it's dilated eyes blinking at you, and—

Meow

God, the way you melt at that cute meow. You are in awe, you planted a kisses on their faces. And you felt something fluffy kept hitting your jaw, you glanced over, it's the tail. It's wagging.

Oh, Aeons.

They're so cute what the actual—

"What is this." A familiar voice echoed throughout the room you're in, you recognize that voice like the back of your hand. You turned to be greeted with his piercing red eyes, his brows creased slightly before his red eyes looking down at the critters around you. And then the one you're holding, his frown deepens.

"Where did you get them" He approached you as he stared down at the critters, that's now looking back at him. And then the one you're holding meowed at him, his brow twitched a bit as he hesitantly lower himself down.

"Trailblazer gave them to me," You started as you play with their paws, "And I asked them to make more of these" You sheepishly laughed at the thought before looking at him. "They're cute, right?"

Blade didn't say anything as he stared at them, he's having a staring contest with them. His eyes then drifted back to the one you're holding, he gestured you to give the critter to him. You're quite hesitant but you did, "What are you going to—" before you could finish you saw him pushing all the critters away from you, stacking them up before going back at you and picked you up from the ground.

Throwing you over the shoulder like a potato sack, "I don't like them" he spat out. He walked out from the room, didn't even bother to close them. And that's his mistake, because the critters are now following him and you that's over his shoulder that's looking at the cute critters trying their best to follow Blade' speed.

"Blade please, look at them— they're so cute—" You're kicking your legs softly, making the other groan at your actions. He stopped for a moment before he looked back to see those bunch of small beings following, he sighed as he then kept walking.

"No, they're not cute." He retorted, "But they look exactly like you—" "No." He immediately cut you off, making you pout.

But something feels off from how he talks, you ponder for a moment. Trying to think of what's the cause of this, behavior of his.

Then it clicked.

"Blade" You called out, earning a hum from the other. "Are you jealous of the critters" The way that he didn't say anything at your question, is already enough proof. That, your man. Is indeed Jealous of the critters. The critters of himself.

"I'm not." He said, took awhile for him to say that huh? You snickered. "So you are Jealous of them" You heard a low grumble from the man, he didn't bother saying anything else at your questions after that.

The moment you two reached his room, he locked the door, leaving the critters outside. Meowing, even scratching at the door.

Blade threw you to the bed and climbed on top of you, "Blade, the—"

"Ignore them, why did you ask Trailblazer to give those little shits when you have me already?" He huffed before leaning down, his lips on your neck. "You belong to me, and I too, belong to you."

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popponn · 1 year ago

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bits and such, about him.

summary: he loves you in his own way. (aka expanded hcs on how he shows his love to you)

note: i want an isagi so bad at this point i will just cry. also i miss sae. nagi is kinda there ig (jk nagi u shojo protag). sometimes thinking about these guys are very comforting even when it comes out as pure brainrot. warning: none, just fluff. isagi is downbad, sae is a house cat variant, and nagi is something else. reader's gender unspecified, implied post canon au.

characters: isagi, sae, nagi

isagi falls in love with you again and again over the smallest things. it could be you rearranging your things, it could be you looking up to the sky, it could be you crouching alongside him, it could be you laughing at something he finds actually unfunny—repeatedly, without fail it keeps happening. in these sorts of moments, it is very obvious too. his breath would come to a halt slowly, his shoulder sagged, his mouth opening into a silent gape, all while his blue eyes would stare at you, filled with feelings that are impossible to word out. his signs are obvious enough that even strangers could know them. the worst thing is that on times like this, it means isagi yoichi's infamously smart brain will go on a holiday for a bit. adding to the fact that his eyes rarely leave you whenever you are in his vicinity, this means it happens a lot in a public setting. after the third time of seeing this happening right in front of them, most of his friends sort of agree that it would be best to leave the lovesick, down-bad isagi alone. more for their sakes because all they get is either a dumb "huh" that is very cute actually or a very angry, on-field tone of "shut the fuck up fucking donkey i'm admiring right now" which unfortunately did happen to a genius, a speedster, and a king. it nearly ended in a bloodbath multiple times but at least you know he is a man that could not be moved.

sae likes it when you play with his hair and vice versa. the annoying thing, though, is that he rather doesn't say shit for three days than admitting this to your face. some call it an acute case of terrible communication skill some call it kuudere rizz—nobody knows which one is the correct term but the good thing is this guy speaks louder through his action than his words. which mean acting like a spoiled house cat with shitty attention seeking tendencies—where you could be working or resting your exhausted leg and without any warning, you will have his head on your lap. don't bother protesting, you will lose the inevitable staring contest. just play with his hair, comb it, pat it, arrange it while praising him—just spoil him. and if he says "your hair is wet" even right after you dry it off, just sit down and let him " dry" your hair. no, it's not an alibi to have you chatter while he listens and touches your hair. no, he does not kiss you on the hair you are imagining shit. and no don't let anyone touch your hair. sae's possessive streak is a rare thing but if anyone touches your hair, that's just asking for it. honestly, it will be easier for both of you if he just says "hey can we forego the hairdryer and have your head on my lap instead this time" but this is an itoshi bloodline elder. the best he could manage is just suddenly burying his face in your hair or suddenly touching it when he is not in the mood to play a game. again, like a cat just taking something he wants. the cat is handsome and loving in his own way though.

nagi turns out to be a very very vocal person when it comes to you. aw, he must be away for a week because of a match? good luck to everyone on his team because he will whine about it every minute or so. some wanted to murder him, but thank god, an "if you look cool don't you think they will be happy?" is enough to shut him up—on camera at least. and wow he thinks you look good in your clothes? you will know it. nagi will say "wear it again", " it suits you", and many other short sentences indeed—he is still not a wordsmith—but simply by the sheer frequency of his praise? everyone and their grandma will know it. one time a brave, poor soul asked him "why the fuck are you so noisy about them?!"—and turns out it is simply because he likes your reaction to his words. you could respond back with cheer, with a calm suave, or sometimes flustered laugh, and nagi eats those up. remember to have special reactions for him though, since he is not above copying a koala or maybe some flirty toucan to have those. nagi has been a tad bit shameless though, despite everything, therefore maybe it's not unsurprising that he kinda of becomes after getting together with you. (in the background, niko nods sagely, "i see. so it's like your oshi character who you want every info of from a dating sim." while barou snaps with a "fucking what?" nagi takes a second to think, and goes, "...kinda." which is obviously an understatement.)

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plutoenjoyer · 4 months ago

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soft gaon thoughts 💭

· get ready to handle the silliest goofiest bf ever

· i feel like you guys know alllll of each other's references and jokes. same sense of humor, too

· he'll text you some shit like

· "Shrimp🦐🦐🦐!!!" at 2 am

· you just reply "real"

· "☺️"

· i feel like you're both strange. but i love that for you

· MUSIC. this guy is always humming a tune or making up a little song about something super mundane...

· "im washing the dishes 😎 im washing the dishes yeah uh huh😎" (i imagine he's doing a little dance to go along with it, like a dork)

· "... jiseok what are you doing."

· you know exactly what he's doing. it has become background noise at this point

· it depends on how he's feeling but sometimes if you catch him doing something really silly he just goes completely still and silent exactly where he's standing and you guys have a very tense staring contest until one of you guys breaks

· in that way he's always trying to make you laugh, your face constantly hurts from how much smiling you do when you're around him!!!!

· and unlike a certain maknae i think he'd let you win things most of the time.

· if he's tickling you to mess around with you, and you need to break free, you totally get back at him by pressing your cold hands against his neck and laugh as he shrieks and pretends like he just got fatally wounded in a war

· "y/n.... how could you........" (HE LITERALLY STARTED IT??)

· he dramatically rolls his eyes back and crumbles to the floor???

· and when you get up to pull him up after he pretended to literally die, YOU GET PULLED INTO HIM FOR ANOTHER ATTACK

· this was indeed the last time he'd ever attempt this because he has also neglected to remember he is also very very ticklish.

· there has to be a study on why he likes to wrestle you so bad when he also claims he's fragile and delicate if you fight him back too hard.

· other than that you've probably won every thumb war, rock paper scissors, and tag match against him at a ratio of 9999:0.

· sure he can get competitive sometimes but he's weak and likes to see you cheer out of excitement when you win ("it's too cute ..." he thinks) even if you know it wasn't a tough battle to begin with.

· and on the off chance he DOES win you get what you want in a roundabout way anyway.

· you don't know how he comes up with some of his insanely convoluted conclusions to justify you getting what you want even if he was the one that won but y'know. he's head over heels for you

· maybe it's because while he is very silly, he's also Incredibly Smart

· you both always have really deep, insightful questions and discussions. about anything, from your favorite movie and why, an exact numerical scale of what counts as "too salty" or "too sweet" to every individual, if trees have feelings, if spongebob would survive living in seoul, or if the fish from shark tales is really that sexy

· i think he aims to spend meaningful time with you since he's so busy, and picking apart each other's brains is a very deep form of bonding to him as someone who's constantly meeting others in a fast-paced, unpersonalized way and also values good discussion

· he likes to go a little slower around you, in all ways. i feel like he's usually moving really fast, both physically and mentally, going from photoshoot to band practice to home, or thinking of everything that's next and what's passed

· when he's with you he really savors that time. he feels at ease when you're around, giving him a little break from everything to just be himself. your presence means so much to him

· he wants you to feel the most safe and loved ever when you're with him and to do so he always always wants to know your thoughts and views and boundaries. you've never once felt ignored or dismissed by him, and he's always taking your side into consideration even if you guys get into rare arguments

· back to being a DORK he sometimes will kiss your cheek with a LOUUUUD kiss noise, going MWAAAHH >3< (yes with the exact face)

· or he'll hug you from behind and sway you a bit

· or rest his chin on your head when you're cuddling watching a movie and gently thrum his fingers on your arm out of habit

· he's just so silly and in love with you and is NOT afraid to show that.

· loves the sound of your laugh the most. could listen to it all day. would go to Great Lengths in order to make you smile and luckily it doesn't take much when he's around :]

· seriously the cutest pair in the world

#RETURN OF THE SOFT THOUGHTS SERIES!!#im sorry for being so dead lately guys 😭#in all honesty i have been writing but i keep dropping it/getting writing block halfway through #doing my best tho 💪#xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #gaon x reader #gaon fluff #also sorry if this is long and got too abstract i am alittleee tipsy rn but its okay hi guys #— plutoenjoyer 𓇬

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usagikookiejams · 11 months ago

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HAVING A CUTE DATE WITH THEM

Shiba Taiju, Terano South, Ryuguji Ken

A/N: Sorry guys for not updating for long, I wasn't in the mood to write and also due to busy schedule

Shiba Taiju

"Ugh, why do I even agreed to this?," you heard a mumble from behind. You turned around while spotting a large smile on your face, "Come on babe! It's not even that bad, right? I mean.. look at all those cute cats, who could resist them?!." Taiju rolled his eyes on you, sighing, "This does not fit me baby. What if my gang members see me like this?." You just ignored him, knowing that he will follow you nonetheless. Both of you got into the Cat Café; it was obvious who wanna be here and who DOES NOT. Bleh, whatever, he will get use to it. After settling down in one of the tables, you waited patiently for the waiter to get your order. "Babe, look at Bobby. He wants to be pet by you," you alerted Taiju. "Huh? Bobby who?," Taiju looked confused. "Duh? The cat by your lap? Look there babe, he wants you to pet him," you responsed while patting the cat on your lap that was wearing a collar with 'Miku' on it. Taiju looked over at Bobby, seeing those big blue eyes staring at him cutely. The staring contest continued for a few seconds until Taiju heard you laughing. "Hahahaha look at the both of you! So hilarious!," you stated while bringing Miku near your face to kiss her nose. You looked very adorable doing that, Taiju could feel his heart beating fast as if it was your first met again. He sighed, admitting to himself that this indeed was not a bad idea. Mentally noting that he will bring you here again next time <3

Terano South

Well, it was his idea to go to a theme park. Cuz he imagined himself enjoying numerous thrill rides here with you. But never, I mean NEVER has it occured once in his mind that he will be waiting in line for this ride instead. "Omggg! I have not go on merry-go-round for years! Can't wait for our turn babe!," you jumped in your spot. Sigh... yes merry-go-round. Who the hell go on those besides kids? Plus, he is too tall to go there, people will be looking at him weirdly. "Baby, I think I might have to pass on this. Why don't you go while I take a lot of pics of you from here, hmm?," he suggested. "Oh no need babe! I just wanna enjoy this together with you. Pleaseeee?," you looked at him with puppy-eyes. He sighed again, knowing that you are too cute to resist. Welp, it's your and South's turn now, so no turning back. You giddily chose the one that you want to ride, while South just chose whichever closer to you. After a few seconds, the merry-go-round song started playing, indicating that the ride was about to start. South couldn't help but having a very bored expression on his face, knowing this ride didn't give him even an ounce of excitement. That is until he looked ahead at you seeing how you were directing the camera towards him while smiling, "Hye babe! This is fun, right?", you asked him. South observed how you were looking very happy, and also squealed at the ride sudden movement sometime... he doesn't have the heart to deny your question. You just looked too cute like this, realizing this free-spirit personality also was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. South could feel himself started to enjoy the ride too, and he replied yes to your question. After the ride end, you couldn't believe that South pulled you into the line again, perhaps like 2 or 3 times more until you have to drag him from there. Lol!

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

In both of you guys' relationship, you both normally have mutual understanding on dating. I mean, it was not hard to decide on dating activity or location. However, this... this one is new. Well, you came across an advertisment on pottery. So you decided to give it a try, thinking that the idea seems interesting. That is how you and Draken ended up attending this class, on Saturday morning. "Hwaaa. Baby is this a good idea?," you heard Draken asking you while yawning. "Well, I hope it is. But it's okay babe, we just a few minutes in, so it might be interesting later on," you felt sorry having to wake Draken early for this class. You had to admit that a few minutes in, it was boring. I mean, all you guys had done by now was just the theory class on what is the good clay to use and how to use the machine. After some more dreading minutes of the boring lecture, you guys finally started on the actual pottery designing alongside other participants. Draken just randomly making a design, a simple cup. You came to observe his cup and praised him on how good it looked. That is until you came out with an idea to kinda like 'destroy' it. "Hey baby! What are you doing?," Draken hold your hand firmly. "Hahahaha sorry babe! I just thought it would be better if we write our initial there," you pointed out at the cup. Draken observed them, thinking that hey it doesn't look that bad, it actually looked better like that. He agreed that it looks good, and you couldn't help but feel proud at the idea. That is until you saw Draken ran towards your table to mess up your cup too. "Heyyy!!," you ran after him. The other participants just looked at the both of you in awed, hearing the boisterous laugh at how you both were teasing one another. Draken realized how this simple activity means a lot to him, if he could see you keep on smiling like that <3

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malixxxmizer · 4 months ago

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I forgot to put it's Vampire!Mana x FEMreader hehehehehe my bad🗿 and advance thx

♱ Yoru No Kage (夜の影)

“shadow of the night”- Vampire!Mana x afab!Reader

You were offered an exclusive opportunity to study abroad your final year of university with one of the most elite universities in Japan and intern with a prestigious media company in the heart of Osaka. You found that this was the perfect time to branch off from your family and lay down your roots somewhere besides your small town where everyone knows everyone. You had saved up money every summer planning for an opportunity like this, finally you could live the life you had always wanted, pursuing your dreams and living life to the fullest.

Without a second glance, you packed your bags and headed to Japan ready to begin the adventure of a lifetime, or so you thought. Your move was very smooth to say the least; you were settling in nicely into your new studio apartment and had managed to make friends with several other students who attended the university and we’re pursuing your same major.

Since everyone in the friend group was alternative to some extent, including yourself, you all took it upon yourselves to explore the local alternative scene by going to goth clubs, attending local metal and rock shows, and meeting other people in the scene. This of course was when you all weren’t studying for exams, or meeting deadlines for your internships.

Every dimly lit club your friend group managed to find themselves in on the weekends had one thing in common, the gorgeous stranger with the offputting aura who’s eyes never seemed to loose yours. There was something there, something dangerous, and you didn’t know if you had the courage to explore it, no matter how much alcohol your friends forced down your throat. One second you both were having the most intense trance-like staring contest, then the next they were gone with the blink of an eye. Strange. Intriguing. Dangerous.

If curiosity hadn’t killed the cat, the cat would’ve never satiated its need to know. Know whether they were alive or dead. God, when the gorgeous strangers' eyes met yours one fateful night at your favorite goth club Yoru No Kage you knew that their gaze was simply one worth dying for. After your trance was broken, they were once again gone. Without any trace. You knew you had to find this ethereal being, even if it meant losing yourself to this growing infatuation with a stranger.

After hours of extensive research and digging, gathering any bit of information you could on them, you came to know several things. One, their name was Mana although they preferred the seniority title Sama being added when addressed in any context. Two, no one knew how old they were, no one asked and no one knew; simple as that. Three, they played guitar in several bands in the local Visual-Kei scene hence the Gothic Lolita appearance, but the one that stuck out the most was their founding project Malice Mizer.

Your friends had played some of their stuff for you before and the name was familiar, you remembered that every time you listened you were enamored by their catchy riffs and powerful vocals. Fourth, no one really knew Mana Sama on a personal level, nor did they know how he arrived there. One day he randomly showed up and had been there ever since. What an intriguing individual indeed.

You did manage to talk to one person at a bar who had quite a lot to say about Mana Sama, though their credibility was tarnished in the scene due to a falling out with Malice Mizer. Tetsu his name was. He was an ex-vocalist for them and some say he was driven crazy by the heartbreak of his band kicking him out even though they had every reason to when it was exposed that he was stealing lyrics from bands smaller than them.

He claimed that they were all wolves in sheep's clothing, especially Mana Sama. One thing Tetsu said about Mana happened to stick with you though was his ability to lure anyone to their demise with just a look. “Beware the leeching creature of the night who lives in darkness plotting for the next glimpse of sunlight to steal selfishly for themselves, draining life from the very source.” Yikes, maybe you should stay away from people you’ve been warned about. Friday night rolls around like clock-work, and you and your friends are yet again enjoying a weekend of fun and relaxation after another week of stressful midterms and grueling internships.

It seems that recently Mana Sama has been popping up everywhere. The media company you’re currently interning at is set to shoot the latest Malice Mizer promotion for their latest album, and somehow you’ve been appointed Creative Director of the entire thing. This means you’ll be working closely alongside the band to bring their vision of the album alive. On top of that, there was a huge V-Kei showcase happening at Yoru No Kage where one of the bands performing was Malice Mizer themselves.

This exclusive showcase was invite only and how convenient was it that one day when you got home from school there was a perfectly and elegantly wrapped black invitation to the event with your name on it. You weren't one to turn down a party, especially when someone deliberately went out of their way to invite you. When the night came to attend, you put on your sexiest attire, did your makeup better than you ever had done in your life, and you made your way to the club to have the night of your life.

The bands performing throughout the night would be Dir En Grey, Buck-Tick, Plastic Tree, X Japan, Luna Sea, L’Arc-en-Ciel, Sito Magus, and then finally Malice Mizer as a guest appearance. You watched the entirety of the show yet malice hadn't gone on yet. You were even approached by several of the different bands’ members asking for your number and to take you out on dates, you declined of course. A certain pair of golden siren eyes lingered making sure that you knew who you belonged to. You looked good, you felt even better with all the attention you were getting, but you only wanted one persons. Mana Sama's.

You prayed and hoped that tonight would be the night Mana would make themselves known to you. You wanted so badly to properly meet them and hear their voice, feel their touch, your head was spinning with thoughts of Mana. Were your feelings reciprocated? Did they feel the same thing you felt when your eyes met? Did they think of you at night too when the loneliness got to be too much for a person to handle?

Every thought had been consumed by Mana and you really hope they experienced the same as well. The lights dim, the room going dark until a single blue light shone on a beautiful lolita guitarist with golden eyes. Malice Mizer had just began their set with their latest song “Aegen” and a beautifully haunting melody flooded the room around you. Mana’s eyes were on you and they watched you through the entirety of their performance.

After their set you decided to sit at the bar and have a couple of drinks before turning in for the night. The best part was that after this you could go home and sleep all day tomorrow if you wanted. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as a certain guitarist slid into the seat next to yours.

“heard you’ve been asking about me” they leaned over and whispered quietly into your ear sending goosebumps racing down your spine. Being aware of the fact that they’ve noticed your growing interest in them you’re quick to spew a nonchalant rebuttal.

“took you longer than expected to notice honestly” you shrug playing it off cool even thought you were a mess of nerves on the inside.

“is that so? what did you expect from me then darling?” they muttered with their blue lips curling into a mischievous smile, almost as if hyperaware of the facade you were trying to hard toupee around them.

“I expected you to make the first move” you trail off, seductively leaning closer and finding your way to their neck to whisper in their ear “word around town is that you make yourself known when you find something you want”

“You’ve done quite a bit of extensive research darling” they look at you with a glint of playfulness in their dolly eyes, almost like they were taunting you to partake in a danse macabre, a dance of death. You pull away from them to compose yourself before continuing.

“Indeed I have, so tell me Mana Sama” turning to look them directly in their eyes challenging them “Am I something you want?” Mana’s mask slips for just a second before continuing.

“If I told you I not only wanted you, but I wanted to devour your entire existence in the most romantic form of cannibalism imaginable, how likely are you to think that I don’t?” Mana takes a strand of your stray locks to push them behind your ear as you flush blood red under your makeup. How does someone even recover from something like that?

“Your gaze lingers longer than necessary and you look like you want to eat my heart out every time I walk into a room” you allow a slight giggle to slip past your delicate lips and try to find a glimpse of ulterior motives in the gorgeous guitar players eyes, unsuccessfully finding none. “I just needed to hear you say it to confirm to myself that it wasn’t a sick delusion I’ve created in my head out of loneliness. If we both feel the same way where do we go from here?”

“where do you want to go from here? I have no intention of letting you go yet, for I have just managed to grasp your heart. what happens next is up to you” Mana brings their hand to their lips to lands a kiss on your knuckles before leaving butterfly kisses on the rest of your hands. “i’m content with just keeping you for and hiding you from the rest of the world but only if you ask me to do so. the future is in your hands darling” kissing up your hands to your arm.

“I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Simple as that, we figure out the rest as we go. Is that okay with you? I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you” you search for a hint of uncomfortable energy in Mana’s current demeanor and Mana lifts their hand to cup your cheek.

“It shall be done. I wouldn’t have it any other way darling. That sounds like a plan and a perfect one at that.” leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. Mana’s golden eyes although softened still screamed danger. Who knew what the future had in store for you both together, only time would tell. Mana leans into you before placing a kiss on your lips, which you quickly reciprocate.

As the kiss intensifies and your bruising kiss turns into teeth clashing session of passion and yearning, mana begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, not caring who’s looking at you two. Mana hovers over your jugular before leaving an aggressive kiss, followed by an oddly painful love bite, WERE THOSE FANGS?!??

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Authors Note: Hello lovely! I hope you enjoyed this fic, I decided to take a more modern approach than nosferatu since I’m still new to writing and would rather give you quality since I knew I’d mess up anything with a historical element! I know I turned it into a whole work instead of a simple imagine but I was very excited for this request and wanted to give it a shot of turning it into a full work with room for a sequel. Hope you like it love!!! 🖤

#malice mizer #mana sama #visual kei #vkei #metal #vkei fashion #vkeistyle #vkeiband #vkei moodboard #vampires #vampire aesthetic #vampire x reader #vampire au #vanpires

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somanyratsinthewalls · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Special Part 8

Mo’s Kinktober Special

The Crew’s Whore (Part 8) (+18)

!!!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

WC: 2600 lol

TWs: IT’S FOOT TIME! FOOT FETISH WARNING! Man I am not even into feet but this kinda did it for me. In my brain Law is canonically into feet in a weird way. Unprotected sex, p in v sex, table sex, alcohol consuption, toe sucking lmao, just fetish shit yeah.

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The trip to the next island was turning out to be longer than anticipated due to poor weather. The Straw Hat pirates had allied themselves with now-warlord-of-the-sea Captain Trafalgar Law and were harboring him on their ship as they sailed towards the next part of their plan as an alliance. The weather had finally turned pleasant so of course Luffy ordered Sanji to prepare a huge feast, complete with piles of steaming food and barrels of cold booze.

Eating and drinking were two of you favorite activities, second and third only to fucking, so you were thrilled at the prospect of a little party. No one had approached you yet and asked you for your time tonight, everyone being so busy setting up for the party and all… but you expected that to change as the night went on. Because you anticipated being taken for your services tonight, you took the time to bathe and clean yourself up a little extra nice.

You curled your hair into soft waves and spent half an hour caking your face and painting your lips a glossy sheer crimson before heading to your closet and picked out an outfit. You settled on a flouncy little baby pink dress, the layered fabric sheer and light. The soft pink hem swished high up on your thighs, leaving very little of your legs to the imagination. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you decide to play it up even further and crouched down to grab a pair of red high heels from under your bed. You slipped on the pumps and with a final twirl in the mirror headed out to the party.

The deck of the ship was buzzing with the sounds of your crew mates enjoying themselves. Brook was serenading the party with a jaunty tune to which Chopper and Nami were dancing, Luffy was busying himself with the sumptuous spread Sanji prepared, all while Zoro was ahead of the game and drinking himself into oblivion. Law was seated at the same table as Zoro, seemingly having much less of a nice time. The mysterious doctor was hunched over and stared emotionless into his drink, puffy brim of his hat shielding most of his face.

You noticed your friend Robin leaning up against the back wall of the Sunny with a glass of red wine in hand and bit of a scowl on her face.

“You don’t look pleased with the festivities.”

“See that target they put up at the end of the ship?” Robin nods behind you.

You turn and do indeed see a large target placed near the head of the Sunny.

“Yeah?” You inquire.

“Usopp and Franky keep having shooting contests. Franky keeps losing but he won’t give up. I don’t think they’ve sat down all night, and his face is as red as a tomato. Kind of embarrassing…” Robin giggles a little.

“Are you surprised? I guess they’ll be out of our hair for the rest of the night then.” You laugh.

“That’s my point.” Robin rolls her eyes. Your brows raise in realization.

“Ohhhh… you were trying to get laid! I get it now! Well no one’s approached me if you’re still up for it later…” You wink.

“Thank you sweet y/n, always so thoughtful!” Robin sips her wine. “I’ll see if I can find you later if I’m still feeling up for it. Go get a drink and enjoy the party, dear!” Robin waves you on to the kitchen.

You enter the galley and are immediately met with a very sweaty, stressed out Sanji.

“Hi handsome.” You purr as you approach the blonde at the stove.

“Oh, hello my love. I’m afraid the voracious appetite of our captain has rendered me incapacitated for the rest of the evening, the fucking glutton…” Sanji sighs.

“Aww, my poor, tired, love cook.” You coo as you push his bangs out of his eyes. You place a kiss on his cheek. A droplet of blood escapes Sanji’s left nostril. “Well I’ll leave you to it then.” You grab a bottle of cold wine from the fridge and a glass from the shelf and carry them both out to the deck with you.

You stroll over to the table where Law and Zoro were seated, now joined by Luffy whose cheeks were stuffed to bursting with various meats and cheeses.

“You gentlemen mind if I sit with you?” You ask while already sitting down across from Law.

“Not at all, pretty thing. Come have a drink with us.” Zoro smirks at you, holding his hand out to take the wine bottle from you. You oblige and he unsheathes a single blade to pop the cork off for you in dramatic fashion.

“My hero.” You chide as the swordsman fills your glass to the brim. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. Roronoa.”

“And what if I am? You say the filthiest shit after you’ve had a whole bottle of wine and it’s fucking incredible.” Zoro shoots you a hungry look as he downs another cup of sake. Luffy giggles. Law straightens up and gives Zoro a confused look.

“Not much of a talker, are you, Trafalgar?” You turn your attention to Law.

“I didn’t know the two of you were a couple.” He states blankly.

“We’re not. I’m seeing everyone.” You smirk across the table at the foreign captain. He looks even more confused. “It’s what I do. I love making my crew mates happy, you can understand that, can’t you?”

Without time to answer, Luffy interjects.

“Haha you should give her a try, Traffy! She’s really something hehe!”

Law’s eyes widen.

“Yeah why not, Tra-Guy? You’re already here eating our food and drinking our booze, why not sample some of the other amenities we have here on the Sunny.” Zoro chuckles as he pours himself another cup of liquor. Zoro must be quite fond of Law, as sharing you is never something he likes to bring up.

“I’m sorry… are you offering me… her? Shouldn’t she be doing that?” Law looks a bit offended.

“Would that make you feel better? My services apply to guests of the Straw Hat pirates as well, and I assure you I can meet whatever needs you may have.” You swirl you wine in the glass and take a long sip.

“Um… No.. that’s.. that’s quite alright, thank you.” Law stutters out his refusal.

“You don’t know what you’re turning down, man. Whatever you’re into, and I mean whatever, she can do it. Sweetest pussy in the Grand Line.” Zoro leans back in his chair.

“Zoro! Don’t be so vulgar around our guest.” You scold the swordsman.

“Whatever, his loss.” Zoro shrugs and slams another drink.

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After hours upon hours of dancing and drinking, the party had thinned out quite a bit. Now that things were winding down, you notice the painful ache in your feet from wearing high heels all night. Most everyone had headed to bed and you were considering doing the same until you spy your unfinished bottle of wine on the table with Law still dated at it, alone now.

You sit down across from Law and take a swig from the bottle directly, your glass having been lost several dances ago.

“Classy.” Law remarks from across the table.

“Never said that was part of my resume.” You smirk and take another swallow of alcohol. You pull your feet up into your lap and groan. “God this is the last fucking time I wear these heels.”

You slip off one of your shoes and behind massaging the heel of your foot with both hands. You pause your ministrations to grab another sip of wine when you notice Law’s eyes on you. They weren’t on your breasts close to spilling out of your low cut dress, or your plush thighs squishing against the wood of the bench you were sitting on… they were on your foot in your lap.

There it is.

Ideas filled your head on how to finally break this stoic stranger.

“You’re a doctor, right?” You ask innocently.

“Huh?” Law responds, having been snapped out of what seemed like a trance. “Um, yeah.”

“Could you maybe feel right here? I think it could be swollen.” You extend your nearly naked leg across from you and push the table to the side so that there was nothing between the two of you.

“It..i-it doesn’t look swollen… but if you really want I could… I could take a closer look…” He hesitantly up at you before returning his gaze to your perfectly pedicured foot.

“I’d love that. Thank you.”

Law gingerly takes your foot in both hands and presses firmly into where you were pointing. You squirm a bit, feet incredibly sore from dancing all night. Law starts to rub up and down from your toes to your heel, intently examining every inch. You couldn’t help but notice how his mouth was now parted and his breathing quickened as he stroked your foot.

He stopped abruptly and released your foot from his hold.

“I-it seems fine. You should be fine.”

You drop your foot directly into his lap and push it firmly against the crotch of Law’s jeans.

“Are you sure, doctor? I think you should check again.” You flash him a devious smile as you take another swig from the bottle.

“W-what are you doing, y/n?” Law sputters out, sweat forming on his temples. You feel his cock begin to stir under the sole of your foot.

“You know, Traffy, we could have a lot of fun together…” You push harder against his erection with your foot.

Law winces but he doesn’t respond.

“Y-yeah?” He manages to pant out.

You begin to slowly stroke your foot over his denim clad member, feeling it from base to tip, hot and aching to be freed.

“Mhmm… Why don’t you take him out so we can play? You’re so hard Traffy, must hurt… We’re the only ones left out here, no need to be shy anymore…” You giggle.

Law sucks in a breath before eventually undoing his belt and jeans buttons. His cock springs up as he pulls it out his pants and briefs, laying rigid against his abdomen.

“Wow… you have such a pretty cock, Traffy…” You coo at him as you slip your left shoe off your foot and allow it to join your other foot in his lap.

“D-don’t call me that…” Law whispers out.

“Sorry…” You begin rubbing both of your feet up and down Law’s now exposed length. He watches your movements in awe as his mouth hangs farther open than before. “You’re just so cute I can’t help but tease you…”

Law pays your words no mind as he is mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little feet stroking his cock. Soft pants leave his lips as you continue working him over.

“You wanna cum like this, or do you wanna fuck me, Law?” You ask as you slide the ball of your right foot over his leaking tip.

Without responding verbally, Law grunts and leans forward to pick you up by your waist and lay you down roughly on the table you had scooted out of the way earlier. He rips his shirt over his head, keeping his hat in place. He wastes no time and flips up your frilly pink dress to expose your panties that had grown wet from merely giving a powerful man a foot job.

“I’m not waiting-“ Law says as he pushes your panties to the side and slides the head of his cock from your hole to your clit and back again, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself inside of you quickly, causing you to moan and arch your back. After a few experimental thrusts, Law picks up a quick pace and rams his hips into yours, curved cock hitting all the right places inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Law that’s so oh-!” Your eyes snap open at the foreign feeling only to see Law standing between your legs with the outside few toes of your right foot in his mouth. Eyes slammed shut, he doesn’t falter in his thrusts as he savors the taste of your skin on his tongue. He uses one hand to rub at your clit as he caresses your ankle with the other.

“Dirty boy…” You coo up at him as you rake your nails down his abdomen. “You like sucking on my toes, you filthy boy?”

“Mmmm” Law manages to groan out as he peppers wet, sloppy kisses to the sole of your foot now, making sure every inch gets his attention.

“Make me cum and I’ll let you blow all over them.” You demand as you wrap your other leg around his waist and pull him closer.

“Fuck… swordsman wasn’t kidding…” Law grunts out as he picks up the pace of his hips, plowing into you with an ungodly force. He untangles your legs from his body and pushes them up to your chest, allowing himself the perfect angle to heighten your pleasure.

With hands under the crooks of your knees, Law brings you tumbling over the edge of your high and you cried out his name to the starry sky above you as your orgasm overtakes you. With your cunt still pulsing, Law pulls his aching, throbbing cock begging for release from your tight hole and begins stroking it in front of you.

Law grabs both your ankles in one hand and proceeds to blow rope after rope of hot white spend all over your delicate, pink painted toes.

Breathing heavily still, Law takes a few moments to admire his handiwork.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You quip from your exposed state on the table.

Law shoves himself back into his pants and puts his shirt back on. He surprisingly takes the time to gently put your panties back into place and pull your dress down before helping you off the table.

“You aren’t.. going to tell anyone about this… right?” He asks, hiding his eyes again with the brim of his hat.

“About what? You liking feet?” You smirk.

“Y-yeah…”

“You’re secret is safe with me, Traffy.” You say with a wink.

*A/N ........ sorry :)*

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temis-de-leon · 1 year ago

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Day 10 - Surprise kiss

Characters: Leviathan x male!MC

25 kisses challenge Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: suggestive, established relationship, mentions of sex between Levi and MC and Levi being a sub (surprise surprise), insecure Levi, loving (and horny) MC

Levi had never used a grip so strong on him. He felt the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, the stress his poor boyfriend had been under for the last week so frustrating tears were filling his eyes.

MC sighed, caressing his arm in hopes of soothing him and forgetting the tingling in his belly, although his mind made both things slightly difficult.

It was usually the other way around, with MC grabbing Levi hard enough to leave imprints of his hands, but this was a welcomed change, surprisingly exciting.

He just wished they weren't staring at the colorfully bright computer screen during his thrilling discovery.

The demon's body trembled in expectation, quickly grabbing MC’s caring hand a second after feeling the touch.

One of them was clearly too nervous to think straight and the other was too excited upon being trapped by his boyfriend.

A thrilling discovery indeed. He'd make sure to bring it up in another moment.

At the time being, however, MC needed to make sure Levi wouldn't have a heart attack or a stroke, although he wasn't completely sure if demons could suffer the consequences of being awake for hours without food or water with the same intensity as humans. Probably not, but taking care of one's boyfriend shouldn't depend on biology.

“I'm sure you'll get the ticket” he reassured him “We've all signed for the contest, even Barbatos! And you know he's usually lucky with…”

“But what if I don't?!” Levi cried before he could finish talking “That would mean I wasted our time for nothing! And you're going to get tired of me!”

He kept rambling, drying his tears before they could stain his cheeks and letting MC go in the process.

“I'm never going to get tired of you!” he assured him, feeling cold all of a sudden. His hands seeked Levi's in search of contact. “And if you don't win, we can always try next time”

“That could be years from now…”

“I don't mind” he said quickly.

There was a faint sadness in his boyfriend's voice that he immediately despised. He could understand, he wouldn't be dating him if he didn't, but there had to be something to counter the possibility of not winning the VIP meet and greet.

“Maybe you're not interested anymore”

The whisper was almost inaudible, but it was there.

Sure, there was a chance of not caring about meeting the voice actors anymore, but if Levi still craved it, then he would go. Although, he slightly suspected that was not what Levi meant to say.

He stared at him, studying his avoiding glaze and holding his slender fingers in order to make him stop prickling his own skin.

Then it clicked and his face turned sour.

“I love you” he said with conviction, enjoying the immediate blush in his cheeks. “And I'll be with you until the end of my time”

“MC… I want to be with you too…”

A ping interrupted his words. They both turned their heads towards the computer, wide eyes absorbing the sight of the cartoonish ticket and the gigantic bold letters occupying the entire screen.

CONGRATULATIONS. YOU ARE THE WINNER.

MC could swear his heartbeat was loud enough to fill the room, but there were only a couple of seconds of silence before Levi jumped out of his chair and lifted him off his with a tight hug.

His babbling was unintelligible, words of happiness blurring together, though it was difficult to try to make sense of them when his legs were drawing circles in the air, the demon making them spin so fast it was making MC nauseous.

“Levi! Honey!” he tried to call him to no avail.

Finally seeing him so ecstatic made him happy, but he really needed to stop or he'd loose all sense of direction.

He thought luck entered the room when Levi suddenly stayed still and sealed their lips together and he quickly took the opportunity to cradle his face and scratch his neck, but it was only seconds before he hugged him even tighter and began spinning again.

MC crossed his ankles behind Levi's back, closing his eyes.

He could do nothing but enjoy the ride.

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ggidolsmuts · 2 years ago

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Move - woo!ah! Nana

Drunk on this undefinable atmosphere

How did you even end up here? You briefly wonder, before Nana pulls you into the hotel room. A glance, that was the spark, then you joined her at the bar. You bought her a drink, then the two of you were sharing one—first by glass, then through each others lips. It was electric, the few seconds between each sip tingling the air.

I let you go

That you did as she excuses herself, but she comes back for you, leading you upstairs. The elevator was warm as you hug Nana close, pinning her against the wall. And now on the bed you let her go once more, and she strips, no, peels off her tight top and jeans, stoking the fire that's infernalizing the room.

You can't get away from me

She doesn't get to take her underwear off as you pull her back to you—you wanted to be the one to do it.

Your hair becomes disheveled, how pretty

Nana's coiffed hair is ruined by your fingers, and it won't be the only thing ruined by your hand tonight. She presses her lips fiercely on yours, working on your shirt and pants. You unclasp her bra and pull it off, toss your own shirt away, and your lips are immediately on her chest, sucking and leaving a mark on a breast. Your hands dive down her bare back, slipping underneath her panties, and Nana moans when you squeeze her.

"Fast!"

The two of you work in tandem to remove your pants and boxers, and showing off her flexibility Nana stays seated on top of you as she slides one leg, then the other, out of her own underwear. The two of you gasp and pause, savoring the feel of her wet heat pressed on your shaft.

Look at me properly, oh yeah

You try your best, and briefly you win the staring contest with Nana, her large round eyes falling shut first, like a progress meter being filled as she sinks deep on to you. You close your eyes soon after, groaning at her tightness as you hold her slim waist. The two of you stop to bask in the pleasure of the other.

"Fuck..." She whines.

Under the dim lighting, we start to move again

The lighting may be dim, but for you it is pitch black, as your eyes stay closed when Nana begins to move. Her hip movements guide your hands up and down, front and back, slowly, sensually. A firm hand on your neck makes you tilt your head back, and you taste Nana's lipstick, tangy and sweet.

Elegant hand movements, subtle glances

Her soft hand is now on your cheek, and you force your eyes open to look at her. Her gaze is needy, and silently she rides you harder, the kiss she takes from you more urgent.

An undescribable feeling, a thrilling desire

Every drop of her hips on you sends a bolt through both of you, and you can't wait for her to lift herself off you, just to do it again, and again.

You got got the rhythm, your moves grip me

Nana indeed has you in her grip, made slicker but tighter after every passing beat of her rhythm. You have a grip on her too—on her waist, on her tits, on her ass, you squeeze her to your hearts content, non-verbal communication of your pleasure to her. You latch your lips to her neck.

Temporarily everything is erased

Nana's mind goes blank, and she gasps when the angle changes slightly—you're rubbing her just right. Her eyes draws you in, and she whispers one word before they gloss over in pleasure.

"More!"

Your bodies move with more purpose, eager to fuck each other perfectly. They move with more force, to ruin each other loudly.

Your delicate makeup runs, discard your beauty

Nana's sweating and drooling, her lipstick smudged, her mascara trickling. But who gives a fuck when she's giving you the best ride of your life? She wipes her drool away, smearing her lipstick on the back of her hand before smearing them over your lips, throwing her arms around your neck.

My shirt might get wrinkled, but it's fine, look at me

Your shirt is wrinkled by Nana's foot digging into it, pushing it into the bed as she struggles for leverage. Her movements are wild now, loud audible claps of her hips into yours as she chases her peak.

"So fucking good!" She cries out loud as your hands find her lower back, helping her push against you even more.

We're perfect like this, so let go and just repeat this, just repeat this

Again and again and again you sheath Nana around you, using what little leverage you have in the position to make that sheathing all the more violent.

"Nngh, nngh... yes, yes, yes fuck!" Nana shouts in climax. You join her shortly as her powerful thighs and silky walls close around your hips and shaft. You seed her belly and she honeys your thighs, and your fluids act as the rain that turns the inferno back into an ember. She runs her fingers through your hair, and you do the same to her—this time you are the one cuffing her neck, demanding a burning kiss from her. You slip out, and the two of you watch the thick stream of white drip on to the bed. Wordlessly she takes you to the bathroom, and the sound of the shower you take together is almost calming, apart from the fact that she palms your length, stroking you back to hardness once the water stops.

Nana turns her back to you, allowing you to admire her lithe figure as she lines herself up and splits her pussy on your cock once more. She moves herself back and forth, and you take the hint to begin thrusting. You pause briefly to gather her long hair together, and gently you tug on it. Nana looks back at you.

"Don't stop."

There's no need for further words.

Just repeat this, just repeat this, just repeat this

A/N: Youtube randomly recommended me Nana's Move performance again from Queendom Puzzle, and it just made me want to try and do a "lyric fic" of Move, which is one of my favorite songs (Taemin is awesome), so here you go. I took some slight liberties with the translation, but yeah it works for the most part, thanks for reading! And thanks youtube I guess lol

#smut #wooah #nana

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cressidagrey · 10 months ago

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Something good and right and real - Chapter 12

Summary:

Azriel had spent centuries believing that he of all people didn't deserve a mate. And if anything, the last three years had just galvinised that particular belief. And then he meets her.

The first time Oriana met Azriel, she thought that he reminded her of a skittish cat. Shy and a little bit broken. Good for him that she absolutely excelled in fixing the things around her.

Warnings:

Definitely NSFW

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

“Stop being mean to them,” Oriana said, her amusement pouring all the bond, all over him.

This he loved more than he probably could say. no longer wondering what was going on in that head of hers, just immediately feeling what she was feeling.

They could shield against the bond, even her. He had never outright asked her if she had been trained against a daemati abilities, but it was obvious in the way she handel her mental shields. If she pulled them up, he could feel nothing.

But they weren’t up right now. Right now it was just the two of them.

He looked up from where he had been having a staring contest with his own shadows. They took that as permission to creep back all over Oriana.

He glared at her, lounging in their bed, sheets haphazardly thrown over her body.

To say that both of them were a complete and utter mess…well, that was an understatement.

Oriana had indeed been right that the whole mating business came in waves. Once they had sated themselves in each other's bodies, they could just about manage to find a bite to eat, to nap curled together for an hour or two…and then, the need rose again to a fever pitch, making it impossible for either of them to do anything else but go back to sate themselves.

Not that he was ever going to protest about sating himself with his mate’s willing and warm body. Nothing mattered as long as he could press himself into her and her body welcomed him in, wet and warm, her moans in his ear as whatever he did pleased her. The feeling of her fluttering around him, her pleasure flooding his mind and her senses…

It was all there. All there.

He had never loved anything more.

For a couple of days, his shadows had disappeared, had left him alone with Oriana, left him to find way after way to bring her to her peak, to have her drench his finger and his mouth in her slick…but today, they showed back up again, poised to crawl all over his mate.

And he didn’t like it.

“I am not being mean,” he gave back sharply but Oriana only raised a single brow at them. And then she was reaching out a hand towards his shadows, welcoming a tendril that wrapped itself around her wrist, higher and higher.

He tried not to frown at them happily ignoring him in favour of her.

“Don’t be jealous of your own shadows, Sweetling,” Oriana said, her voice soft. “I love them because they belong to you.” And then to his shadows, “Welcome back. I missed you.”

He could feel their pleasure at her words and his resolve melted away.

“You are the only person they ever tried to talk to, you know,” he said softly, waving to them, giving them his tacit approval. The darkness seemingly heaved as more and more descended onto Oriana, tugging at her hair and the sheet that covered her, making her laugh.

“I am your mate,” she responded, losing her tug of war with his shadows and he watched as they prowled all over her naked form. “They are a part of you.”

“They are,” he agreed. That was the only reason why he even let them crawl all over his naked mate after all. “They do listen to you,” he said, still watching them, still watching Oriana playfully flap her hand at them and the shadows responded, tugging at her wrist. She was playing with them. He had seen her do that a few times, the shadows always responding.

It was ridiculous to see the shadows that had helped him torture people and gave him advice on how to inflect the most pain, turn into puppies before his mate, playing with her fingers and tugging at her hair just because.

He had never seen them do anything like that before.

Become so active, so mischievous. Just because.

“I don’t command them. I ask them,” she corrected him.

Mistress does, the shadows agreed.

“Why do you call her that?” Azriel asked aloud because he had always wondered where that had come from. They tended to speak to everybody with some kind of honorific. He was Master , Rhys was The High Lord , Feyre The High Lady, Cassian The General . Nesta Lady Death …Nyx was The Prince these days, while Amren got The Drake . Morrigan of couse, got The Morrigan …Lucien The Fox . Elain The Seer.

But Oriana had always been Mistress . Never anything connected to Fire. Never anything else, like His Mate.

She’s yours, Master. Ours, the shadows responded. We serve at her pleasure, Master.

Oh.

Oriana shuddered at the words. He met her eyes, fire flickering brightly.

“Go on then,” he said aloud, watching his mate.

She swallowed. The wave of pure arousal that poured over the bond made him shudder as well.

It was all the agreement his shadows needed as their playful grip on her solidified into something else, as they kept a grip on her that was impossible to escape.

“Alright?” he asked, carefully, watching as the shadows sprawled her out on the bed, spread out for his viewing pleasure. He was ready to call them back in a moment’s response. But Oriana made no appearance of wanting that.

“Never felt safer,” Oriana answered, honesty bleeding into her voice.

Not a single bit of tension in any of her muscles. She relaxed against the hold they had on her, seemingly allowing herself to sink into it like a hot bath. Not even a thought in her head about trying to fight them, to escape them.

It was everything…everything he had ever wanted and didn’t even know to want it.

It was…It was everything.

She was everything .

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed as he finally allowed himself to pounce on her prone form, unable to escape any of his attentions until he pulled back his shadows. Completely at his mercy.

She shuddered once more. He kissed her fiercely, her mouth immediately opening underneath his attention, her hips bucking up, until another shadow slipped between them anchoring her to the bed.

Oriana made a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

“You wanted to play with them,” he pointed out reasonably, as he pressed a kiss against her forehead, then over her temple.

“I know,” she sighed, relaxing again, even as he peppered kisses against her temple, her cheeks, and her nose, which she scrunched up in response, looking adorable for just a moment. She turned her head, arching her throat, giving him better access if he wanted it, but he ignored that, in favour of her jaw, the shell of her ear…

“I think they like you better than they like me,” he said, only half joking, finally kissing down her neck, feeling her throat move as she swallowed.

“Well, I am nicer,” she responded, slightly breathlessly, her body flexing against the bonds and his weight. He ignored that in favour of gently biting at her skin, nothing more than the suggestion of his teeth…nothing more than that. He didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her.

“I could argue that point,” he said against her skin and she snorted.

“I am not making you half crazy with desire right now,” she told him pointedly and he felt it slip over the bond, her want to have him, completely and utterly .

“I am always half crazy with desire for you,” he responded, kissing downward further, until he reached one full breast, heaving with her breath. Without further preamble, he sucked one rosy nipple in his mouth and she whimpered.

Her body shuddered again, a broken-off moan and he could smell the slick that would already be dripping out of her, making her body clench with desire, making her wet and ready for him.

Azriel looked up to see her, watching the shadows seemingly sink into her skin and her body relax under his ministrations, even when her desire was apparent.

She wallowed in her pleasure, in his shadows.

There were no other words for her.

Everybody else in his life flinched away from them, not understanding them. And the unknown meant fear. They respected what they and he could do but they never…

Oriana saw them as a part of him and still separated, respected them as a separate entity and also loved them simply because they belonged to Azriel.

She had never flinched from them, never done anything but accepted him like he was, accepted them.

Other people saw them as instruments of torture, as bearers of horror, and everything bad in the world…and Oriana…she saw them as harbingers of pleasure.

She twisted against their bonds and trusted them to hold her, not to bruise her, not to hurt her. She trusted them to curl around her wrist and be nothing but another bangle in her eclectic collection…she let them curl themselves around her elegant twisted updos and even sometimes, around her throat .

Her throat, where they could kill her in seconds. And she never once hesitated about it.

All of it with all the trust in the world that they would never do anything to bring harm to her.

He didn’t think they ever would.

They protected her as they always had protected him.

Saw her as an extension of Azriel himself. And so when she shuddered through her first peak, the shadows watched, caressing against her skin and Azriel could even feel their faint, tacit approval.

She was theirs just as much as she was his.

And that was all he had ever wanted.

He wrung every bit of pleasure from her as he could until she was a babbling, trembling mess that begged him to fuck her, and really, he would never say no to this.

Never.

Not when that meant that he could sink himself inside her, her body fluttering around him…when the shadows let go of her in favour of enveloping them both into darkness until there was only her and him and the fire of her eyes, the mingling of their breaths, the sound of gasps and broken off moans.

Later, when the sweat had cooled down on their bodies when they had caught their breath when he could wrap himself around her, cocooned them away from the world, hold her hand in his, the shadows had disappeared again. Maybe they thought their job was done for the moment.

“I need a bath,” Oriana said softly, fingers running through his hair. She wasn’t the only one. He did too. And the bed needed clean sheets.

They did manage it into the bathroom, into the oversized bathtub that had been worked into the floor, and was big enough to hold at least 4 people, more if they were friendly and willing to touch each other…and then he ended up lapping up his own spend from her that still trickled out of her hole, her thighs trembling against his hands.

It was filthy and absolutely glorious.

After that little episode, they did actually manage to get clean. The bed got clean sheets. For the first time in days, Oriana put on clothing. Granted, it was nothing but a silky dressing gown, cobalt blue held in place by a single tie that he knew he could undo with one single tug…but it was something .

She sat down on the edge of her bed, her hairbrush with her and started pulling it through her hair.

It was so strangely domestic that his heart constricted.

He had never seen her do that before.

He had seen her hair in every which state, from braided away from her face and after hours in the forge when curls loosened from her tight updo she kept it in usually…one long braid down her back, and loose all around her, a perfect, pitch back curtain that fell over her back in waves, rippling like the ocean.

He had seen it all.

But he had never seen it damp, seen her brush it out, her movements gentle and thorough, doing it like she didn’t even think that he was in the same room as her.

It was strangely personal.

“Can I…May I?” he asked hesitantly and she turned towards him, looking at him questioningly. “Your hair,” he clarified. “May I?”

“Of course,” she agreed, handing him the brush.

It was a beautiful thing, made out of gold, inlaid with stones glittering every which colour. He needed a moment until he saw her own initial worked into the back of it, the stylised O.

“Did you make that?” he asked her as he started to pull it through her hair, starting at the ends. It was surprisingly meditative. He hadn’t expected that.

“Yes, I enchanted it,” Oriana answered softly. “You can’t use a drying charm on naturally curly hair or you end up with…very big hair. This dries my hair without any hassle,” she explained.

He was quite sure that that was one of the things that she had a patent on and still made money from. Sometimes he was in awe of how Oriana saw the world around her. Seeing problems that he had never even considered and finding a solution for them. And then acting like it was nothing special, even when he knew that there was just a handful of people that could do the same as she did.

Putting her in a forge and letting her make nothing but bracelets and necklaces all day was a damn shame.

“You could do so much more,” he said softly as he continued brushing her hair. “Are you…Don’t you ever get bored?” he asked her, half curious, half dreading the answer.

“Bored of what?” she asked him, sounding curious.

“Of all of us normal beings that run around not being half as smart as you,” he gave back, not even joking. “Of your life outside the mountain. You said you used to run experiments every day, worked on projects, invented things and enchantments…you did all of that. And nowadays you make earrings to sell.”

“I like making earrings to sell,” her voice had taken a warning tone that he had only heard her take with him once. “Just because it’s less difficult does not make it less worthwhile. And no, I do not tend to think of you as stupid.”

His hands froze at that as she continued. “I liked my job in the mountains. But the freedom I have nowadays…that’s worth more to me. I was thinking of maybe taking on the work of a few other goldsmiths to sell in the shop,” she admitted, her voice turning thoughtfully. “I have less work to sell these days with all the freelance work I take on.” Translation: All the things that she fixed for him that she never wanted money for. “I like the freelance work I do these days much more,” she quipped.

He went back to brushing her hair, mulling over her words.

“And you aren’t thinking of going back into the mountain?” he finally asked her, hesitantly. It was there, in the back of her mind, of what to do if Oriana decided that the mountain was where she felt most like herself. She clearly had enjoyed her stay there the last time she had gone, even with all the necklace business happening. She loved her family, she wrote them letters every week...

“You would hate it there. No room to fly whatsoever,” Oriana quipped. Then she sighed. “No, Azriel. I’ll go there to visit my family. Nothing more, nothing less. I am quite happy here in Velaris. With you. ”

“I’ll never understand why,” he whispered softly.

“Because I love you. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives telling you that you deserve it.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The waves of desire seemed to have settled down enough that they didn’t end up ripping each other’s clothing away again.

Which was a good thing, because she wasn’t quite sure how much more sex her body could stand before pleasant soreness was going to turn unpleasant or even painful. And so, that evening, they got to lounge around in their bed, between fresh meats, a board of cheese and cured meat between them.

Neither had been in the mood to cook and this was definitely easier. it also didn’t need to be warmed up so if they once again had…one of their…trysts, they could go right back at it.

And she was ravenous.

“I made you something,” she finally told Azriel, between bites of cheese that were being traded between them, gentle fingers offering one morsel or another to her lips. She took them all, unable to turn him away.

“You made me something?” he asked her, sounding curious.

Oriana nodded. “I did..Tartera…they mark all the important events in their life with jewellery,” she explained. There were pieces that she wore every day, the bracelet her father had given her for her coming-of-age ceremony, a pair of earrings her mother had passed down to her…other pieces were stashed away in her jewellery box, pulled out for special occasions. Other pieces she had made herself just because she found them beautiful. But still, often she came back to the jewellery that told the story of her life. “The birth of a child, a coming of age ceremony…a courtship, a marriage…a mating. I never gave you any. So I figured I should rectify that,” she said with a grin.

She could see the expression on his face something close to horror, before it smoothed over. Clearly, he tried not to hurt her feelings, but the idea of wearing a gem-encrusted necklace was there in her mind. She tried not to laugh at the mental image, of Azriel draped in rubies and sapphires and diamonds and emeralds. He would look beautiful in it, of course, he would, but he would be incredibly uncomfortable with it. And that made her not even entertain the thought for much longer.

“Have a little trust in me, Sweetling. You didn't seem like the type for diamonds,” she quipped as she rolled over to her bedside table to pull what she had made from the drawer.

“I…I should have bought you something,” Azriel said suddenly. She freed the box, hesitating for a moment.

“You don’t need to give me something. It’s the tradition of my people, not of yours,” she corrected him softly. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t wear whatever he wanted her to wear, but she was also the first one to admit that the work of most goldsmiths that weren’t Tartera by nature was shoddy at best to her eyes. Of course she would still wear it if Azriel gave it to her, but…

“You said that you would respect me and my people as much as you respect yourself,” Azriel said quietly. “When you met my mother.”

“I did,” she agreed.

“Then the same should also go for me,” Azriel said, his resolve tightening. “If it’s a tradition that is important to you…You need to tell me so that we can both respect it.”

She couldn’t help but reach out for him, and press another kiss against his lips. “Only if you do the same,” she bargained. “You know…you know what I really want? Instead of another wedding necklace? Or a bracelet or a ring that you buy somewhere?” she asked and he shook his head. “I want one of your shadows. With me, like they always were. A piece of you.”

She could feel the whisper-soft touch of one of them showing up again, could feel Azriel giving a wordless command to the tendril and then felt it wrap itself around her throat.

“You’ll have that,” he promised her, hazel eyes earnest. “As long as I am alive, you’ll have that,” he promised her.

She kissed him again, her tongue pressing in his mouth, hands twining behind his neck. “But I still want to see you in blue gems,” Azriel said softly.

She laughed, a grin overcoming her face. She could do that. She definitely could do that.

“I bought some when I went home. Blue Opals. Opals are the stone of my family,” she explained. “Still, back to your present.”

She freed the bracelet from the box she had put it in and then offered it to him with a flat hand.

“It’s a bracelet?” he asked her, picking it up to look at it. It was deceptively simple. A black band. covered in a pattern that one would only see if you really looked for it. For everybody else, it was nothing but a black band.

“I didn’t think you would like a necklace and rings would interfere with weapons…so a bracelet,” she explained. She had thought about it for a long time. “Do you like it?” she asked him, biting back the amusement that wanted to overcome her.

She was giddy with excitement.

“It’s…pretty?” Azriel offered. “You made it, so of course, it’s beautiful,” he assured her.

“You didn’t actually think that I was going to give you a bracelet that can’t do anything, did you?” Oriana said with a grin. “It’s enchanted.”

Azriel’s eyes widened at that.

“What can it do?” he wondered.

“Stand up,” she told him, sitting up properly, and taking the bracelet from him. He listened and held out his right arm for her. She tightened the bracelet on it. “Just…don’t freak out. It’s not going to hurt you, I swear,” she warned him, as she pushed with her magic.

It reacted immediately. Just like she had planned it would. Just like she had tested.

It covered him with Adamantium from shin to throat, from wrist to wrist, the bracelet incorporated in the armour that grew over him like a second skin.

Covering him in black dragon scales, made out of Adamantium. Forged in the fire of the Eternal Flame.

She had spent weeks working on it and had tried and tested multiple different versions until she had settled on this one. And now she finally got to see it on the intended recipient.

“Oriana,” Azriel said, his voice hoarse, staring at his forearms covered in the matte black metal.

“I know you said you can’t wear proper armour because of your wings,” she explained hurriedly. “So I made you proper armour that will work with your wings. It’s Adamantium. It’s thin enough to be flexible, to be light enough for you to wear. It will stretch and contract with every one of your movements,” she explained and his wings stretched in response to her comment, his muscles shifting underneath the armour she had made for him.

“It looks like dragon scales,” Azriel said, his voice hoarse, still staring at his covered arms.

“That was my inspiration,” Oriana admitted. From a Folk’s Tale of all things. “There are protective enchantments on it,” she continued. “My magic powered them. So if anybody will try to stab you…they’ll find themselves with a molten sword in their hand,” she said with some amusement. “Anything but a mythical weapon won’t be able to have any impact on it, I think. I didn’t test it, beyond destroying a few forged weapons though,” she admitted. “But all 5 of my swords melted away into nothing.”

Another person who wasn’t her probably would have lost their hand as well.

She had spent weeks working on it. Every scrap of time that she had. Once she had gotten it right to work on a small scale, she had just needed to get it to work on a bigger one. Crafting the full amour...that had taken the longest time, especially as she had needed to be so very careful with it. She had bathed it in the piece of the Eternal Flame it had given her as a final step.

And once she had done it, once she had broken open the sphere and let the fire have at her work…she could swear she had felt its approval.

Love him, cherish him, protect him. The traditional Tartera wedding vows.

Made into an object by her.

She never would feel comfortable forging weapons. Not anything more than a few simple daggers, a pair of hairpins with stiletto blades hidden within.

But protection? Protection for her mate?

Oriana would gladly forge that every day of her life. She would work on it and perfect it until nothing could happen to Azirel on her watch because she loved him. Because he was hers and she was his and she wanted him to live a long, long life with her.

She was selfish enough that she wanted to be surrounded by his love for her, bathe in the feeling of adoration that overcame him anytime he talked to her.

She wanted that.

And if her skillset, if her mind that had been trained from such a young age to make things and perfect them…if all of that could help her…well, then she would do that with every fibre of her heart.

And Azriel looked at her and she could see the love in these hazel eyes that seemingly glowed golden that evening in their bedroom as he stared at her, as she could feel the bond thrumming between them overwhelmed with feelings.

“How?” he finally asked her. “Oriana, how ?” he wanted to know.

She didn’t know how she had done it.

She knew that there would never be anything else she would forge quite on that level again. She would never be able to replicate the protection she had woven into every inch of that amour. For him. For Azriel. For her mate .

“Let’s call it a labour of love, Azriel,” she said softly. “A labour of love I won’t ever be able to replicate.”

Not because of the amount of time she put into it. Not even because of the Eternal Flame that she had forged this into…but because she had made it for him.

For this male. For the one that she loved more than she had ever loved anything and anybody else.

Who looked at her and saw her, without thinking about her family or her heritage, her past or anything else. He saw her. He loved her.

He accepted her with all her failings and all her bad habits and he still loved her.

And that…that was a gift so precious that Oriana didn’t have the words for it.

“I love you. I cherish you. I protect you,” she repeated once again. “With everything I was, I am and I will be.”

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✧ Regressor! Reader X April Ludgate

➥ A Comforting Encounter 🦦

April’s Office — Pawnee Parks Department

The department was quiet, the kind of stillness that only comes in the lull between tasks. You slumped into April’s office chair, exhaustion already weighing me down despite the early hour. She wasn’t here — or at least, you didn’t think she was — but the room carried her presence unmistakably. The faint, familiar scent of her perfume lingered, something sweet and sharp, undeniably hers.

Your fingers fidgeted, adjusting your glasses before drifting to your chin, scratching absently. A wave of regression tugged at me, that childish urge to retreat, to curl up somewhere safe. You clenched your jaw, fighting it. Not now. But the thought slipped in anyway — You miss your paci.

Home. You needed to go home. But first, there were still things to settle here, loose ends to tie up before you could let myself slip away.

The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, too bright, too much. You’re slumped in a chair that smells like stale coffee and the faint, weirdly comforting scent of April’s leather jacket (and maybe… gunpowder? Why gunpowder?). Your mind try keep it straight — focus, focus — but your thoughts are already slipping, the edges of the room blurring like a watercolor left in the rain.

Then the door creaks open.

April (leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched): "Wow. You look like a possum that just lost a staring contest with a lawnmower."

She strides in, dropping a stack of files on the desk. They’re labeled "URGENT" in red Sharpie, but one is just a doodle of a frowning cat. Her eyes flick to your white-knuckled grip on the chair arms, the way your glasses are slightly askew.

April (sniffing the air): "Also, are you vibrating? Is this, like, a new human thing or…?"

You shook your head slightly, hands folding together in your lap like they needed something to hold onto. You gaze flickered away from hers — don’t look, don’t let her see — as you forced a weak excuse. “I-I’m okay. Just… didn’t sleep right.”

The lie tasted thin. Your mind scrambled, clawing for the thread of the conversation that had brought you here. Focus. Right — the paperwork, the last loose end.

“I just need to confirm,” You mumbled, “those, uh… those last requests about the animal issues. Are they done?”

April narrows her eyes, her head tilting like a cat watching a particularly pathetic bird. She steps closer, the heel of her boot clicking against the linoleum.

April (dry as dust): "Uh-huh. ‘Didn’t sleep right.’ Sure. And I definitely didn’t find you just now rocking in that chair like a sad metronome."

She leans against the desk, crossing her arms. The URGENT files sit untouched. April (mocking, but with an edge of concern): "Wow, you’re really committed to this ‘functional adult’ bit, huh? Newsflash: I can see your little fingers doing the nervous tappy thing."

She gestures at your hands, which are indeed fidgeting in your lap.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. Caught. “Uh, s-sorry—I didn’t mean to…” My voice dipped, barely above a whisper. you adjusted your prescription glasses again, the frames slipping slightly from your clammy grip. Breathe. Just get through this.

“E-excuse me,” You stammered, fingers twitching toward the papers on the desk. “J-just need to… fill out a form. For the request. Or — or something.”

The words tangled on your tongue. Every second under her scrutiny made your skin prickle. You just needed to leave.

April stares at you for a long, long second. Then she exhales through her nose like a bull about to charge, snatches the rabies forms from the desk, and stamps them with way more force than necessary.

April (deadpan): "Wow. ‘Fill a formulary.’ So convincing." leans in "You’re lucky I don’t care enough to call HR about… whatever this is."

She shoves the papers at you, but — April (muttering): "Also, your glasses are crooked."

Before you can react, she reaches out and adjusts your pink frames with one quick, awkward flick of her fingers. Then immediately recoils like she’s been burned.

April (backing away): "Okay, no. That was a one-time glitch in my programming. Never mention it. [points at you] And stop looking at me like a kicked puppy. It’s weird."

Easter Egg: If you peek under April’s desk, there’s a half-finished "World’s Worst Babysitter" cross-stitch hidden under a pile of "Feral Cat Colony" reports.

The forms slapped onto the desk with a hollow thwap. You flinched, shoulders curling inward as if you could fold myself smaller under her gaze. Your fingers fumbled with your glasses — always slipping, always needing adjustment — but the gesture felt childish now, like a plea for help you couldn’t voice.

A soft sigh escaped me before you could stifle it. "Hm… Then, barely audible, the words crept out: "T-thanks…" Too quiet. Too fragile. The kind of whisper that clung to the air between us, heavy with everything you couldn’t say.

April freezes mid-retreat when you whisper "thanks." Her nose scrunches like she just bit into a lemon, but her fingers twitch at her sides — like she’s fighting the urge to fix something else.

April (muttering to herself): "Nope. Nuh-uh. Not doing this."

But then — April (abruptly yanking open a drawer): "Okay, look. I have one emergency thing." slams a Pawnee Parks-branded stuffed otter on the desk "It’s for ‘community outreach’ or whatever." glances at you, then away "…Don’t make it weird." The otter wears a tiny ranger hat. One of its eyes is sewn on crooked.

There it was — round, soft, perfect, with button eyes and a lopsided smile. Your eyebrows shot up, lips parting before you could stop them."Uh… c-cute…"

The word tumbled out in a hushed rush, already too eager. Your hands lifted on their own, fingers twitching in tiny grabby motions — need it, need to squeeze it, need to — you forced your palms flat against your thighs. Too obvious. Too desperate. But the longing thrummed under my skin like a second heartbeat.

Your fingers twitch toward the otter like it’s a lifeline. April watches, arms crossed, as you finally snatch it and pull it to your chest. The crooked-eyed little guy fits perfectly under your chin.

April (grumbling): “Wow. You’re really committing to this whole ‘pathetic gremlin’ aesthetic, huh?”

But then — April (muttering under her breath): “...At least Steve’s getting some use. Jerry’s dumb ‘community outreach’ idea was supposed to be about feral children, but whatever.”

She leans back against her desk, eyeing you with a mix of annoyance and something suspiciously close to fondness.

A giddy smile tugged at your lips as you traced the stuffie’s worn seams. Steve. The name suited him — sweet and sturdy, like a friend who’d always listen. Your fingertips lingered over his threadbare ears, committing every stitch to memory.

Then, before you could second-guess myself, you clutched him to your chest and peered up at her through your lashes. “C-can I have him? Please?”

The question came out smaller than you’d meant it to, barely more than a hopeful whisper. Steve’s soft weight against your ribs already felt like home, and the thought of letting go sent a pang through me. You think: Please say yes. Please please please —

April’s eye twitches. She opens her mouth — probably to say something sarcastic — but then she sees the way you’re holding Steve (like he’s the last lifeboat on the Titanic), and her shoulders slump in defeat.

April (dramatic sigh): “Ugh. Fine. But!” jabs a finger at you “You have to sign this legally binding contract.”

She slaps a Post-It Note onto the desk. Scribbled in her messy handwriting:

“I, [Your Name], promise: Not to tell anyone I did this. To name my firstborn child ‘Steve’ in the otter’s honor. To never ask me for emotional support again. (Unless it’s, like, a real emergency. Whatever.)”

She tosses a pen at you. It’s chewed.

You clutched the otter tighter under your arm, its plush fur grounding me as you grabbed the pen. The paper curled slightly under your palm — had you been gripping it that hard? — but you smoothed it with your wrist, hesitating before scrawling your name in rounded letters:

(YOUR NAME) Then, before you could overthink it, tiny annotations bloomed in the margins like secret confessions: Don’t tell anyone → …what mean? Use assigned name in official settings → Is it really necessary? Contact in emergencies → What’s emergency? (And under it, softer:) Thanks so much Two lopsided hearts nestled in the corner, their ink smudged from your thumb.

April snatches the signed (and heavily annotated) contract back, squinting at your additions. Her face does a full journey from “are you kidding me” to “why do I even bother” to something dangerously close to amused.

April (reading aloud, deadpan): “‘What mean?’ Wow. Deep. ‘Is it really necessary?’ Yes. ‘What’s emergency?’ flips the note over, scrawls: ‘SEE: YOU RIGHT NOW’ And — notices the hearts "Oh my god. You ruined my legally binding document with hearts.”

She stares at the tiny doodles like they’ve personally offended her. Then — April (muttering): “…Fine. Steve’s yours. But!” points at you “If I ever catch you being nice to Jerry, the deal’s void.”

She folds the Post-It into a tiny square and flicks it into her desk drawer, where it joins a pile of similarly chaotic artifacts: a rubber band ball, a “How to Human” pamphlet, and a single, ominous chicken nugget.

Meanwhile, Steve the Otter:

You’ve officially adopted him. His little ranger hat is crooked with pride.

April pretends not to watch as you adjust his hat, but her eye twitches when it’s still not straight.

Secret: If you peek under his left paw, there’s a tiny “A.L.” embroidered there (April’s initials? A previous owner? Suspicious.).

You watched April leave, her footsteps fading down the hall, before glancing down at the otter in your hands. Steve. His beady eyes stared back, already familiar.

Signing the forms was easier with him tucked under your arm — your legs swung absently under the desk, pen scratching out loops and curls with uncharacteristic lightness. The moment the last line was signed, you was out the door, clutching Steve to your chest like a prize.

Home. Your home. Empty in the way that still ached sometimes — no family, no pets, just the hum of the fridge and the faint smell of old coffee. But today, it felt different.

“Welcome to your new home,” you whispered, giving Steve’s ear a soft squeeze. “Hope you like it.”

The shower washed away the office’s stale air, steam curling around me as you changed into your favorite pajamas — fleece covered in orange, blue, and green kittens, their cartoon faces slightly faded from too many washes.

Dinner was simple: a vegan, gluten-free Disney-shaped pasta (the kind that was technically diet, but who cared?) drowned in tomato sauce and a generous sprinkle of oregano. You ate cross-legged on the couch, Steve propped up beside you as Gumball played on the TV. His presence made the apartment feel less hollow.

After tucking him in with your other figures — a mismatched family of plushies and collectibles — you cleaned up, scrubbing the plate with more energy than usual. Teeth brushed, paci retrieved from its hiding spot, you settled into bed, laptop open.

Your Tumblr blog, greeted you with it's usual clutter of agere posts and moody aesthetics. Tonight, you typed slowly, weaving little-space imagines between sketches of Steve and sleepy ramblings.

Somewhere between drafting a post and doodling in the margins of your notebook, exhaustion pulled you under. Your paci slipped free as you drifted off, leaving a tiny damp spot on the pillow — proof of a quiet, contented night.

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