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lovesickeros · 1 year ago

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #neuvillette #focalors #furina #dont ask what happened here idk #this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up #got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story #focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her #what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell #neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all #ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions #using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS #constant anxiety and panic 24/7 #will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry #compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more #i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY #i want 2 put them under a microscope #watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving #anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days

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wonyopout · 3 months ago

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another trip around the sun | jang wonyoung x reader

~ its your most special girl's most special day!

(cw: g!p wonyoung, slight overstim, public sex, cunnilingus, switch!reader, switch!wonyoung)

~wc: 2.5k

The light spilling in through the cracks of the curtains illuminating sections of the bed and two sleeping bodies would be a pretty sight if not for the fact that A. you do not want to be awake yet, and B. you would much rather not be blinded first thing in the morning. This would've been a horrible start to your day were it not for the sleeping body next to you. a welcome surprise from the past months of being apart, and a lovely birthday present for your girlfriend, wonyoung. even just the sight of her sleeping so soundly makes you coo.

You sigh as you turn over to check your phone charging on the nightstand to see some friends of yours reminding you of your brunch plans. the night before, you were so caught up thinking about your day with wonyoung, how you’d have her all to yourself, to do whatever you wanted to her, that you forgot that you had planned a get together for wonyoung’s birthday just a few days prior. you pout a little, the idea of lazing around with your girlfriend all day is much more appealing, but it is her day after all and you planned on making her enjoy it to the fullest. you let yourself lie there for a little while longer with wonyoung’s breath fanning across your neck, as she's still tucked neatly into your side. you can feel her stirring as her hand softly creeps under your shirt to paw at your tummy, wordlessly seeking out your warmth. you can feel her against your thigh, peeking down to see the outline through her sleep shorts makes your mouth water. your fantasizing is cut short as you check the time on your phone:

10:15 am

you both need to be ready and out of the house in an hour if you want to get there on time. you roll over, pushing your body flush against wonyoung, peppering kisses along her neck and face to rouse her fully awake. you pull back a bit once she starts returning your kisses, just enough to meet her eyes and laugh at the way she pouts and leans forward to follow your retreating mouth.

“happy birthday wony~!”

It’s said between giggles and even more kisses in the most sing-song tone you can conjure up. A sort of ridiculousness you reserve just for wonyoung and her for you. she grins up at you like she herself just remembered it was her special day.

“hehe thank you, y/n-ah”

“if we didn’t have to leave so soon, I would’ve already taken care of.. that…”

wonyoung looks at you confused before she groans in realization, flushed from her neck to the tips of her ears at the comment. you loved it. you don’t know what it was about seeing wonyoung embarrassed that got you so… excited, for lack of a better term. that would have to wait till later though... you two share a kiss before stumbling out of bed to get ready to meet up with your friends. the sound of opening drawers and shuffling feet interrupted by shy whispers of “hi, you” whenever you meet eyes or by a giggle when wonyoung wipes the dried toothpaste off your chin as you go about your own routines.

it’s not uncommon for you and wonyoung to style outfits for one another or give suggestions on what to wear, in fact she honestly really loves it when you choose what she wears, so when wonyoung waltzes up to you as you’re sat on the bed waiting for her to finish getting ready you know she's going to ask for your opinion.

“y/n…”

the way she says your name makes you a little nervous. it sounds a bit like a warning or maybe like she’s unsure of something? it makes you wonder if maybe she would rather you two not go out today. It would be understandable enough, especially with how hectic her schedule has been lately. A day spent with just you two would be heaven in your eyes. you stare at her waiting for her to say something. but she doesn’t throw in the towel, instead she does a quick twirl, making you smile in the process at her antics, to show off a bit and something catches your eye. walking over to her, you flip up her skirt to give yourself a better look, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you grin at what you see. wonyoungs dick resting against her thigh, outline of the tip just barely visible through the sheer black tights under her skirt whenever she shifts just the right amount. No panties in sight.

“hmm~ do you think I look okay?”

she's being a little tease and you both know it. Wonyoung doesn't give you a chance to answer, let alone question her, as she rushes out the bedroom door before reminding you that you'll be late if you don't leave right away. Whether or not she's got something up her sleeve doesn't matter much now because you've definitely got something up yours..

The drive to the cafe is spent in comfortable silence, with you glancing over at wonyoung now and again as she looks out the passenger side window. You’ve gotten to the point in your relationship where you can almost read wonyoung’s mind, gauge what she’s feeling just from the look in her eyes or the little mannerisms only you can pick up on. It makes your heart swell to think about how much you've grown with and because of each other. In your eyes, spending every one of your birthdays together from here on out still wouldn’t be enough trips around the sun where you get to call her yours.

you're being waved over the second you enter the cafe with wonyoung being met with a chorus of “happy birthday”’s and plenty of hugs as you approach the table your friends reserved for you. you and wonyoung on one side of the table and your friends on the other. the brunch is filled with pleasant small talk and eye rolling gossip and, of course, good food. now, its time for the gift opening. each present wonyoung rips open is met with an identical heartfelt squeal. next is your present and wonyoung practically tears the packaging to bits to reveal a simple white box before gently taking off the lid. A custom made necklace. A gold abalone shell charm with an iridescent pearl nestled in the center. She looks at it long enough, not uttering a word, to make you feel a tiny bit self conscious.

“I- uh I know its nothing that extravagant but-”

“I love it, y/n-ah. I really really do.”

She pecks you on the lips before giving you a tight hug, making you melt instantly. the uneasiness leaves your body once you see her gushing over your gift with your friends as you secure it around her neck. its not chanel or miu miu, but there's only one in the world and it's hers. you aren't sure what does you in, but you shift closer to the girl, all inhibitions flying out the window as you rest your hand on her inner thigh.

from what they can tell it just looks like you’ve placed your hand on her thigh, not noticing the slow movements of you pumping wonyoung’s cock through her tights. poor wonyoung is trying her hardest to pay attention to the conversation being had, biting her tongue to stop herself from moaning every time you pet the pad of your thumb against her leaking cockhead. the second your friends turn their attention away from you two wonyoung’s looking at you with pleading eyes. It’s all a part of the game of course. a test in the form of a look, one you've both given each other countless times daring the other to keep going. Wonyoung knows you aren't one to throw in the towel that easily. you lean into her personal space then, being sure to give her throbbing dick a good squeeze before shushing her and whispering, “if you’re so worried about cumming in front of everyone then, just don’t cum.” being sure to smile sweetly at her as you go back to chatting with the others. practically giving yourself carpal tunnel as you pump her dick faster, trying your best not to move your arm too much and risk getting caught. at this point, wonyoungs head is nearly resting against the table as she’s got her eyes screwed shut, feeling her dick twitch against your hand as spurts of cum shoot out her bright red tip. thick globs saturating her tights, and slowly trickling down her leg. your friends give you a look then, silently asking if wonyoung’s alright. you wave them off, mouthing the word ‘migraine’.

as much as you love humiliating wonyoung like this you would much rather them not notice her coming down from her high.

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You two make it home soon after that, with wonyoung downing two more mimosas and a not so discreet trip to the cafe's bathroom. This time the car ride’s silence isn’t so comfortable. Forcing yourself to keep your eyes on the road because you know the second you so much as peek over to the passenger side and see wonyoung’s blown out pupils and hazy look you'll pull the car over and ride her till shes shooting blanks. Really wonyoung is no better. The few seconds you spend fumbling with the keys at your apartment door is the greatest test of self control wonyoung has ever endured. The nails digging into your sides and her labored breathing aren't helping either. once wonyoung has got you on the other side of that door she's crashing her lips onto yours, her desperation making you grin into the kiss. she's reaching her hand under your shirt to yank your bra down just enough where she can tweak and pull at your nipples without it getting too much in the way, too impatient to fully take it off.

“d-didn’t think i riled you up that bad-”

the taller girl pushes you back by the shoulders, the backs of your knees hitting the bed causing you to flop down onto it. she yanks you toward her by the ankles, biting her lip as your skirt rides up putting your soaked panties in full display.

“you sure i’m the one that's riled up?”

The next minute is spent with you ripping your clothes off of each other, and actually tearing wonyoung’s tights. she's got her mouth on your chest, peppering kisses across it before latching on to your tit, leaving a mess of saliva on your nipple as she gives the other bud the same treatment. She kisses a trail down your stomach, stopping just short of where you want her, surprising you both at her strength as she flips you over and settles you right against her mouth. wonyoung moans as she flattens her tongue against your cunt, glancing up at you briefly before sucking your clit into her mouth. you reach down to grab a fistful of her hair, mainly to ground yourself but also because wonyoung loves the feeling she gets when you tug on it, like you’re keeping her in check. her tongue slows down on your cunt? harsh tug. she’s not looking you in the eye? harsh tug. just the idea of you, her sweet sweet y/n being rough with her has her whining against your cunt.

“ah- fuck, slow down a little. just take your time and enjoy it sweetheart.”

wonyoung’s quick to do as she’s told, going from harsh sucks to giving kitten licks all over your mound, making sure to savor your taste. covering your pussy with her mouth entirely as she looks up at you through hooded eyes. you can tell she’s enjoying herself, already drunk on your taste, letting out muffled moans with her hips humping the air. wonyoung nearly cries when you reach behind you to weakly rub your palm against her hard length, slick with precum.

“fuck- wonyoung, just like that baby you’re making me feel so good”

She slurps your juices up, humming at the praise, licking long, firm, stripes from your entrance to your clit. feeling your sense of control slip away as she repeats the process over and over, mindlessly rocking your hips against her face the closer you get to release. you yelp as wonyoung latches back on to your throbbing clit with no warning, eyes rolling back as your orgasm washes over you.

wonyoung doesn't give you a second to find your bearings before she's maneuvering your hips down toward her cock, just a quick kiss against your clit while ignoring the way you jolt at the action, before she's shifting against the downy pillows on your bed as she seats you down on her dick. your sensitive cunt sucking her in inch by inch, and bottoming out with the sound of a lewd squelch at the tight fit. she sets a harsh pace, fucking up into you as she brings your hips down to meet each thrush. the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, fully letting her use your pussy to get off, too fucked out to move on your own. she pulls you down onto her suddenly, panting into your open mouth, her hips snapping up to meet yours. white-knuckling the sheets as the pace alone sends you over the edge for the second time tonight. She arches up into you, painting your walls white with a groan as her hips still.

Its the feeling of her warm sticky load filling you up that makes you snap. placing your hands on her abdomen as you lift your hips up just to slam them back down. wonyoung, no doubt drawing blood as her nails dig into your plush thighs, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. you get the angle just right, her spongy cock head hitting the most sensitive spot inside you with each thrust, cunt clamping down on wonyoung’s sensitive cock causing her to let out a broken sob as you both cum. rolling onto your back as you both catch your breath, turning to look at wonyoung only to find she’s already staring at you with a dopey grin on her face.

“so-”

“I love you”

“...you love me because i fucked you so good you started crying, or you love me just for the sake of loving me?”

it's playful, but wonyoung can tell from the look in your eyes that you're searching for something genuine, for reassurance. it makes her heart hurt just that little bit to know you still have your doubts about just how much she loves you.

“I love you just for the sake of loving you”

You hum softly, almost weighing your next words in your mouth.

“I love you too. thanks for being born.”

#ive smut #ive imagines #ive x reader #jang wonyoung smut #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x reader #girl group x reader #girl group smut #this isnt a day late what r u talking abt..#the way i was agonizing over this but it rlly wasn’t that serious..#anyway #wonyopout cb #wonyopout

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