#which deity Smiled Upon Us Today

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Sacrifice

Surtr!Kyojuro x AFAB!Worshipper!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, masturbation (Kyo), getting caught masturbating (Kyo), knotting, Kyojuro is in heat, Kyo has a massive breeding kink, lactation kink (Kyo loves your titties), size kink, pregnancy kink, pregnancy (at the end), using horns as handles, implied belly bulging, mommy kink (reader referred to as both “mommy” and “mother”), love confessions at the very end, douma being an asshole, incorrect interpretation of norse mythology, reader is given as a human sacrifice to Kyo, mentions of animal sacrifice, reader referred to as “pretty girl” sometimes, please lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: The legends stated that the mighty fire giant would one day bring about the beginnings of Ragnarok and engulf the world in flames. You had been told of these prophecies since childhood and were a firm believer in appeasing the proclaimed Ruler of Fire through worship and sacrifice – just as you had been taught by the village elders since you were a mere child. What you didn’t expect, however, was for the village to turn their back on you and suggest that what would be needed would be a human sacrifice to appease the giant once and for all.

Word Count: ~6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

A/N: So sorry this took so long!! I've had a mess of a week so far. I hope the fic is worth the wait! Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors (I tried my best).

A fire blazed in the heart of the village, crackling with embers floating gracefully and smoke ebbing above the tallest of houses – its heat a sharp contrast to the bitter cold of the autumn night. Members of the village surrounded the bonfire, sitting with their families as they feasted, bellies full with the meat stew that was provided for them. A single bowl was left untouched amongst each family – a welcoming invitation for the dead to engage in the festivities that were part of Vetrnætr.

As chieftain, you engaged with the families, wishing them good health and happiness as they did the same for you, before engaging in sumbel with them as you poured wine onto the grass below.

“Freyr will be most pleased by your worship.”

In a way of parting from families, you’d praise their good faith before moving on to the next family. The smiles were abundant amongst the villagers, and, once you’d made your way fully around the bonfire, you removed your sword from your scabbard and raised it high into the air.

“Today we celebrate, and are thankful to the god Freyr for a wonderful harvest. Please join me in this sacrifice, in order to show our thanks to the deities of all the Nine Realms.” 

However, before you could commit to the sacrifice – the poor lamb that was before you – a cold hand gripped at your shoulder, which made you turn in confusion.

“Perhaps I should tell you, before you engage in such an act, that the priest has some… concerns,” the man – Enmu you believed his name was – whispered. You sighed and sheathed your sword once more, your blood beginning to boil as you’d wondered what he could possibly want in the middle of the village’s celebration.

You trudged your way through the temple that resided on the outskirts of the village. The door creaked open as you walked through, and before you sat the village priest, who sat on a cushion made of feathers and animal skin. He upturned his lips upon seeing you, yet it wasn’t a true smile.

You knew he didn’t know how to, after all.

“Ah! My lovely Chieftain,” Douma drawled, “such a beautiful night to celebrate Vetrnætr, isn’t it? Although, I doubt that Freyr will grant you the beauty or fertility needed to continue your lineage this upcoming year, truly a shame,” he said, faking a pout. 

You fought the urge to ball your fists. The village elders, and, apparently now the village priest as well, had been pressing you for a child – particularly a son – however, despite many suitors attempting to lay their claim to the throne, and therefore you, none had been successful.

Despite this jab, you maintained composure, “what do you need from me, Douma? You’ve interrupted the sacrifice.” You stared him down, and he forced a small laugh.

“Oh my, a harsh tongue doesn’t suit you, dear Chief” he sneered, “You see, I have become aware of some rather concerning events – ones surrounding Ragnarök in particular,” he paused, observing you for any kind of reaction, “unfortunately, it seems Surtr has traveled from Muspelheim to Midgard.”

Your eyes widened, “how would he be able to do such a thing? He isn’t a deity–”

“–ah, but he is a jötunn, and therefore would have the ability to travel between the realms,” Douma countered, “did you never pay attention to my lessons during your youth?”

You rolled your eyes, “you speak as though we do not dedicate sacrifices to him with each solstice. You know appeasing his anger is one of my most steadfast beliefs.”

Douma hummed, “well, it appears that you did not follow through with this past solstice, my dear Chieftain – rather dedicating it to Freyr than to Surtr – and, to be completely honest, I am quite disappointed in that fact.”

The door shut behind you, and two warriors stood on either side of you. You grabbed the hilt of your sword, sensing distrust in the air.

“Do you know, Chieftain, what would be required to adequately appease the Ruler of Fire?”

You pulled out your sword and swung at the warrior on your right, an attack which was quickly blocked by his own weapon. You landed a kick to the left one’s stomach, only for it to be trapped in an unwavering grip by the warrior’s arms. You attempted to swing your sword at him in retaliation, only for your arm to also be grabbed by the one on your right.

Douma stood up and walked towards you, gripping your chin – the cold of his skin causing you to wince.

 “A proper, human sacrifice.”

A blow landed to the back of your neck, and your vision faded to black.

—

You awoke to a chill that laid upon your skin, feeling as though you were made of ice rather than of flesh. You were completely bare, lying on a wooden floor of what you presumed to be the priest’s sacred temple, as your vision was fully obstructed by a cloth which wrapped around your eyes. Upon moving your arms – which were thankfully in front of you and not behind, you noticed that your wrists were also bound by rope to prevent you from making any potential escape from Douma’s clutches.

Outside, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open – causing you to flinch at the loud creak that sounded from it. A rough hand grabbed at your arm and pulled you up to your feet, forcing you outside where you heard murmurs of villagers on either side of you. Your cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment, the idea of your beloved villagers seeing you in such a state bringing tears to your eyes in pure shame.

“All of you, please say your final goodbyes to our beloved Chieftain – for she has volunteered to become the sacrifice that will appease Surtr and end his threats of Ragnarök!”

You couldn’t hear the cheers of your people over your pulse pounding in your ears, completely helpless as you were all but dragged along the dirt and gravel pathway before being placed on a horse. A faint rustling could be heard before you felt a rope tied around your neck.

“Be careful not to fall off, my dear Chieftain, lest your neck snap as you’re dragged along the rugged terrain by your horse,” Douma whispered to you before saddling himself onto a separate horse, and you could only assume that this rope was also tied to the horse in some way, thus forcing you to go wherever Douma led you.

You begrudgingly held tight against the horse’s mane as it went into a trot, the wind blowing harshly against your naked skin as the voices of the villagers slowly faded away, replaced by the clopping of hooves as you traversed to a place unfamiliar.

The horses did not stop, and you could only tell the passage of time as the cool of night gave way to the blazing heat of the sun that seared itself into your back. Hours must have passed, and your muscles grew sore the longer you traveled.

At some point, the horses slowed, and the sun’s heat was obstructed by a shadow which loomed above you. Again, a faint rustling could be heard before you were taking off of the horse’s back – yet the rope stayed wrapped around your neck, yet it was no longer taut if you tried pulling away from the horse’s body. You were dragged into the cool shadow, before a hand gripped at your hair.

“Such a shame you never produced a son,” Douma muttered into your ear, “you wouldn’t have to die if you were nice and fertile, my dear Chieftain.”

You could only imagine the nasty grin on his face as he pushed you forward, causing you to lose your footing and fall what could’ve been roughly two meters before hitting solid rock. You heard laughter above you before it started to fade away.

Luckily, the fall seemed to loosen the cloth which covered your eyes, allowing you to see out of one of them, yet you doubted it would be of much help as you got your bearings and realized that you were indeed alone in a dark cave, being left to starve and rot as a form of sacrifice to Surtr.

You decided, that if you were going to die anyway, that you’d at least explore the cave you were pushed into.

It was dark, yet not damp, the stone beneath you as dry as the walls that surrounded you, and you wondered if the sun somehow reached its way into the depths of this cave to evaporate the moisture. There was no life, not a single lizard or insect to be seen – although a few animal bones would be strewn about here and there as you continued your descent further into the cave.

You traversed further, being careful to not trip over any rocks or pitfalls. After what seemed to be an hour of exploration, you saw the tiniest spark of light in the distance.

Perhaps a way out? You thought, and walked closer to this flickering light, and the rather narrow tunnel you were in gave way to a large cavern – with a large bonfire in the middle, one much larger than the one in your village during the celebration of Vetrnætr. 

Unlike the blazing heat of the sun from earlier, the warmth of the bonfire was comforting, with its orange hue flickering along the walls of the cavern.

As you got closer, you heard the slightest shifting from the other side of the cavern, followed by what could only be described as a low growl. You froze, unsure of how to proceed in front of a potential predator with nothing to defend yourself with. You slowly crouched and walked towards the bonfire, and, despite your hands being tied, managed to pick up one of the smaller logs on the outer ring of the fire before dousing the tip of it in flames – a weapon, should you need to use it.

As you slowly walked around the bonfire, you found a rather peculiar sight – realizing that the growl did not come from the likes of an animal.

But who– or what was before you was certainly not human.

The being before you was huge, possibly even a jötunn. You were never one to doubt your beliefs, but the idea that a creature from another realm was before your very eyes was difficult to swallow. However, from what you could remember from your religious texts, a jötunn is the only creature you could bring yourself to categorize it as. 

The creature had large, curved horns that were sizable in their girth, and its tusks – not fangs – emerged up from its lower jaw. What’s more, it had pointed ears on either side of its head which emerged through hair resembling that of fire, locks that matched the finest gold and ruby gemstones that would cost a fortune in your village.

Unlike the face, its body looked quite human – although its very naked form boasted large, dense muscles throughout its entire body, and a cock that made you swallow absentmindedly from just how threatening its size was.

The creature was stroking its girth, thumbing itself over the leaking slit – a slight shudder escaping from its throat. It started to fuck itself into its grip, thrusting quickly as though chasing its release. Its other hand was fondling its balls – which looked heavy and full of seed, before having its hand move slightly upward towards the slightly swollen base of its cock, softly massaging it to seemingly ease the tension it caused.

Fully flushed with embarrassment, you backed away from the creature before you, each step seemingly calculated in order to escape this situation.

Is the creature sentient? It seems to be humanoid– does that mean it can think like a human? What if it’s a predator and kills me? 

Thoughts rushed through your mind, seemingly going into a frenzy as you worried about potential outcomes of this situation.

Crack!

In your panic, you managed to step on a stray twig that managed to stray from the center of the bonfire.

The creature stopped its movements, and immediately turned its head to the source of the sound.

Its amber and crimson eyes opened and glared into yours.

“F-Fuck—!”

With one glance over your naked form, the creature before you released its seed, spilling it all over its fist and shaft, with the remaining drops dribbling onto its lower abdomen. It continued to slowly rub its fist up and down its length, closing its eyes as it played with its tip up until the last of its cum dribbled out from the slit, before tensing and looking back at you, eyes widening in shock – as though it couldn’t believe you were actually there.

“I’m sorry!” the creature exclaimed, a blush so red blooming across its cheeks that it seemingly felt the same amount of embarrassment as you. It hastily wiped itself clean on the furred animal skin it was laying upon. “I– I can explain, really– just– who are you? Why are you here?” 

You were in shock, so much so that you couldn’t even eke out a full sentence. Your eyes drifted down to its cock once more, which – much to your surprise – was still standing incredibly tall and proud as it curved up towards the creature’s stomach. Heat prickled across your cheeks and down your chest as the fiery-haired being used its hands to cover itself up in front of you – sensing that you might be uncomfortable from bearing witness to such an event.

This is ridiculous, you thought, you are the Chieftain of your village – compose yourself!

“I am Y/N, leader of my village and child of a family of famed warriors,” you introduced yourself. 

The creature raised an eyebrow to you in response.

“And what exactly brings a village leader into my cave?” 

You hesitated, humiliation flooding your veins even more so than before.

“I– I was overthrown by the village priest and have been made a sacrifice to Surtr, the Ruler of Fire.”

You expected laughter from the jötunn before you, closing your eyes to hide whatever dignity you had left from what Douma stripped from you. However, instead of hearing a cacophony of hearty noises from the creature’s throat, you instead heard the thud of footsteps approaching you. 

Slowly, the jötunn reached forward and removed the bandages which obstructed your vision, loosening and pulling them away with his large fingers, careful to not touch you unnecessarily in the process.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the giant, his eyes surprisingly kind as he looked down at you. He bunched the bandages in his hands before tossing them to the side, then continued untie the ropes that were digging into your wrists and cast them aside as well.

“If what you say is true, please inform your village that I do not take human sacrifices.”

Your heart seemed to have traveled up to your throat, its beats both fast and fluttery.

“That would imply that I could go back– wait, what are you talking about?”

Then, the creature did finally let out a laugh – a small chuckle that rose from his chest and was deep and bassy as it rose through his throat.

“My dear human, I am the one you people refer to as Surtr.” 

You stopped, instinctively stepping back – away from the creature that just claimed to be the harbinger of destruction – the one to bring flames that will engulf all nine realms and Yggdrasil itself.

You did what you believed best, and forced your body to the rocky floor of the cave, bowing in absolute submission and respect for such a being – nearly cowering in the presence of such raw power presented before you.

“Stand up, please, there’s no need for that here.”

You looked up at the being before you, rather confused by his words.

He sighed, “you humans have beliefs of me that are so far from the truth, it’s saddening.”

A pause, the only sound in the cavern being the crackling of the wood against flames.

“My real name is Kyojuro, the name ‘Surtr’ is a title bestowed upon me that I did not wish to receive. I am not going to harm you or your village, I do not wish for such evil. Whatever “priest” thought that a human sacrifice would appease this nonexistent will of mine is, to put simply, a fool.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he reached out his hand – one that dwarfed your own – toward you. 

“Stand up.”

He was smiling as you took his hand, with a gaze that was comforting and kind as he sent sparks through your skin with his touch.

The prickling heat returned to your cheeks.

“I’ll help you get back to your village,” he promised.

You froze, your heartbeat quickening once more as you registered his words.

“I can’t– please, I can’t go back, not after what they did to me,” you started, preparing yourself to beg and plead this god-like creature for mercy.

Kyojuro frowned, “I understand, but I can’t keep you here. You need to leave, I– I can’t have you stay.”

You knew it was selfish, to leave your people in the hands of Douma, but after what he did to you– after how he humiliated you.

Where the fire in your village was scalding, his was warm. Where those treated you with indifference or malice, he had been nothing but kind.

Was it really worth going back?

“I’d like to stay,” you decided.

Kyojuro stopped, each and every second becoming more and more difficult for the jötunn. Every passing moment he ignored his very obvious problem, he became this much closer to just bending you over and taking you like a wild animal. His blood was hot in his veins, and fire licked at his lower abdomen, pleasure bubbling once more to the surface as he continued to endure his heat.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, human,” he warned. He was using every ounce of his willpower in order to maintain his composure. His heat was going to near its peak soon, and he needed you away from him before that happened. He came to Midgard to weather it alone in his cave, and you were only making it all the more difficult.

“Kyojuro,” you uttered softly, and the creature before you let out a low growl, “will you let me stay if I…help?” 

His cock twitched, precum dribbling slowly out of the tip, with the base of it swelling up once more.

“I don’t want you to try and sell yourself to me as though you’re a piece of meat. I–” he swallowed, “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kyojuro, I want to help you. I want this,” you assured, and he balled his hands into fists, as though the rope holding him together was about to snap.

“Y/N–” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Kyojuro.”

The jötunn grabbed your arm, “if– if we are to do this, you must know that I am in heat, and I–” he swallowed, “I may not be able to control myself should we continue.”

You took your hand and brushed your fingers across his tightened grip, causing slight shivers to flow down his spine.

“Lose control, Kyojuro, I can take it.”

He groaned, and with his strength, picked you up and collided his lips with yours. Your hands sought either side of his face, kissing back with fervor as he moaned into your mouth. His tusks surprisingly didn’t obstruct your access to his mouth, and every once in a while he’d nip at your bottom lip, before laving his tongue over the swollen skin and pushing it into your mouth. You let out a small moan at the intrusion, and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers finding purchase in his wild, fiery hair.

His grip on your body moved from your hips back towards your ass, cupping and massaging the muscle with his hands. His cock was stiff against your inner thigh, the precum spreading along your skin with each small movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning as his cock slipped between your legs and along your slit – the sheer girth of it a little worrisome as it pressed against your heat.

“Shit– so big, Kyojuro, hah–” you panted, and he growled.

“Never had cock this big before, have you? Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you nice and ready to take me.”

He shifted your weight onto one of his arms, the muscles flexing as he shifted his other hand beneath you. Two of his fingers started rubbing along your clit, making small circular motions as his other hand groped at the fat of your ass. He lifted you up a little more so his mouth was in line with your breasts and pursed his lips around one of your perked up tits, sucking at it and licking broad stripes with his tongue. He groaned around your tit as he played with your pussy, reveling in how wet you were for him already. The mini vibrations sent electricity down your spine, and you moved your head to rest on his broad shoulder, giving small kisses to his neck as you whined from his ministrations.

“Lips feel so good, dear, love it when you kiss me like that,” he sighed, giving kisses to each of your breasts, “want to apologize for my earlier…release, you were just so beautiful…seeing you all naked ‘n presenting for me like that…made me want to breed you, pretty girl,” Kyojuro confessed, causing you to shiver as he softly whispered such filthy thoughts into your ear.

“Mmh– don’t apologize, Kyo– liked watchin’ you,” you admitted, and he let out a light chuckle, which made you lightly slap his rocky chest. He responded by giving a small bite to your breast, before licking it better with his skilled tongue.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me wanting to breed you? Getting you pregnant with my young?” he asked, his fingers moving from your clit down towards your entrance, where he inserted a single thick digit into your heat. You whined as your pussy clenched around the intrusion, and nodded in response, licking a stripe up his neck before kissing back down it again.

His finger thrust into you, curling against that one sensitive area inside of you as his thumb reached for and played with your clit. The moans that you let out echoed throughout the cavern, with the only other sounds being the shlick of Kyojuro’s finger deep in your cunt and the crackling of flames. After a while, he added a second digit, and slowly but surely worked you towards your peak, the tension slowly building up in your gut.

With one last swipe against your clit with his thumb, you came undone, your orgasm causing you to shudder and whine in his hold as he worked you through it, curling his fingers and rubbing your clit as you rode out each wave. 

“Kyo–” you moaned, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers, and he smiled before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. He continued thrusting his fingers up into your now weeping cunt, prepping you nice and good to take his much thicker cock.

He walked back toward his makeshift bed – a pile of furs and animal skins which he must’ve collected prior to his heat – and gently placed you down on top of them. His large hands moved down your thighs, rubbing softly up and down your plush skin as he stared at the slick between your legs. He lowered himself between your thighs and inhaled deeply as he tried desperately to memorize your scent. He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to jolt at the sensation, and moaned as your taste spread over his tongue like honey.

You squirmed underneath his touch, which made him hold your hips in place as he started to devour you. His tongue flicked over your clit before collecting more of your juices on his tongue. Your hands found his horns and gripped them tightly, pushing his head further between your thighs, earning a groan from Kyojuro. He pursed his lips and sucked at your clit before licking at it in circular motions, moving his hand between your legs again and pushing two digits inside your cunt once more, thrusting in and out of your hole with his fingers. After adding a third finger, he started curling his fingers into that one spot again, his movements quick and deft as he brought you to your second orgasm. 

You moaned loudly as you came undone, legs shaking as your grip on his horns tightened, trying your best to buck your hips up into his face as he lapped up all of the juices that seeped out of your pussy. Only when you were able to open your eyes once more did you look down to see Kyojuro humping himself onto the fur pelts as he messily gathered the rest of your release onto his tongue.

“Kyo– please, I need you,” you whined, and he looked up at you with a fire ignited in his eyes. He got up, stroking his thick cock as he looked down upon your much smaller form.

“Get on all fours for me.”

Without hesitation, you rolled over and got on your hands and knees. Kyojuro kneeled behind you and placed his cock in between your wet folds, rubbing the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your juices. He shuddered before slowly pushing the head inside, causing you to tense slightly from how big the intrusion was.

“Relax for me, won’t you?” he asked softly.

You tried your best to relax, and he started to push more of his length inside of you, filling you up more than you ever thought possible. For a moment, he stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hips flush against your ass as you whined for him to move, please.

“Let me have this moment, dear, I– I haven’t felt something this wonderful in centuries,” he confessed, and you let out a soft mewl before complying with what he wanted. 

After a few more moments, his cock dragged out of you slowly before thrusting back in. He rocked into you, slowly at first, which was most likely for the better considering how huge he was. He growled as he thrust into you, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he reached underneath you to hold your stomach, pressing up slightly as he fully fucked his cock into you.

“Shit– you feel that, pretty girl? Feel my cock deep inside you?” he groaned, and you nodded helplessly, letting out a whine as he continued his movements. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so fuckin’ tight f’ me.”

You choked out another moan as he started increasing his speed, his groans becoming more frequent with each thrust. Kyojuro took his hand and gently tilted your chin up so you could look at him.

“Won’t last much longer, pretty girl,” he leaned down and kissed you, “gonna pull out, promise.”

You whined, “no– please, need your cum, Kyo– need it inside.”

He moaned loudly, “you have no idea what you’re asking of me, pretty. You’d end up taking my knot–”

“I want your knot, Kyo! Please give it to me–!”

Kyojuro thrust even harder into your sopping cunt upon hearing that, “fuck, you want my knot? I’ll get you fucking pregnant, fill you up with my young ‘n get your belly all swollen, you sure you want that?”

“Yes! Please Kyo–! Please–”

With a couple last thrusts, Kyojuro shot his seed inside of you, thick ropes painting your insides white and filling you up to the brim. You moaned as you felt the warmth spread deep inside of your cunt, and, before his release could begin to seep out of your pussy, a burning stretch began inside your abused hole. Realizing this is what Kyojuro meant by his knot, you tried to look behind you to catch sight of his cock seemingly expanding inside of your pussy, keeping his cum nicely plugged inside of you.

Kyojuro was panting, his voice rough as he pulled you up onto his lap.

“Good fuckin’ girl, taking my knot so well.” He looked down at your chest as you sat in his lap, his cock still rock hard and throbbing inside your wet cunt.

“Can’t wait to see these breasts filled with milk, gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you?” he said before taking one of your tits in his mouth and sucking at it, as though he were trying to get you to produce milk already for him, and eventually his young, to feed on.

“Kyo, I– I’m sorry, but I’m not fertile, I– I’ve never been able to produce an heir with another man,” you sighed, and his eyes looked up to meet yours. “I’m really sorry, it’s why I was thrown down here in the first place” you continued, hoping your words wouldn’t anger him.

Instead of becoming angry, he simply placed you back down on the fur pelts and brought your legs up towards your shoulders so that you were folded completely in half. He then crouched over you, keeping you locked in a mating press with him.

“I’m no simple man, my dear human,” he kissed your lips, “if I say I will breed you and fill you with my young–” he paused, thrusting deeply into your cunt.

“–I mean every single word.”

Kyojuro started fucking into you with renewed fervor, his stamina seemingly having increased despite already releasing inside of you once. His cock reached deeper inside of you, and you could swear you felt him all the way in your throat. Every single thrust of his hips had you a whining mess, taking his knot until your pussy molded into the shape of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it all,” he groaned before pressing his mouth to yours once more. His tongue plunged past your lips – prompting you to suck on it, causing him to fall over the edge again, his hips stilling as he pumped a second load of cum into your needy cunt. You whined as he didn’t stop – continuing to fuck into your abused cunt despite cumming twice, his cock still stiff and leaking with every thrust. You felt his seed sloshing around in your womb, feeling so incredibly full by both his cum and his fat cock.

“Mine,” he growled while pumping himself into you, “you’re fucking mine.”

You could only nod and whine in response, having been completely fucked dumb by his cock.

“Pregnant.” He pummeled his cock deep into your cunt, “getting you pregnant. Fuck. Gonna have a round belly filled with my young, tits swelling with milk, I’ll keep you here – gonna be the mother to my children, gonna treat mommy so well, hunt for you, protect you, everything you could ever want.”

You moaned, your cunt clenching around his cock upon listening to his promises.

“Wan’ it,” you managed, “wan’ to be a good mommy so– fuck– so bad.”

Kyojuro groaned, his cock twitching inside of you as it swelled even more. “Can’t stop thinking of my young suckling on your breasts, tits producing so much milk that all of them have their fill– shit, gonna cum again, gonna fill you up– fuck!” 

He spilled into you once more, filling your cunt up completely with his seed, ensuring that it takes, making good on his promise. His fingers flicked at your clit and your own orgasm came crashing down around you, pure euphoria flowing through your veins as you let out a silent scream from the seemingly endless waves of pleasure addling your mind.

Kyojuro rolled over and had you collapse on top of him, his arms reaching around your torso and holding you close.

“Did you mean what you said? About wanting to stay?” he whispered, slight insecurity being carried through his tone.

You gave him a quick peck to his lips, “yes, Kyojuro, you– you’ve been so kind to me, much more than anyone else in that damned village. I’d love to stay with you.”

He smiled softly at you, his eyes glowing with warmth as he cradled your head into his neck, petting at your hair as the two of you fell asleep next to the flickering bonfire.

—

A few months had passed, and you were waiting for your lover to return from his hunt. He had promised a large meal today, and you were excited to see what he had planned for the two of you.

You rubbed your baby bump as you cozied up next to the fire, resting in a heap of animal furs which acted as bedding for the two of you. You were surprised to find out that you were pregnant, but Kyojuro had sensed it about a month after you two had first met, and proceeded to treat you as though every step you took turned the rocks beneath your feet into gold. 

The bump was rather large for only being a few months in, and your breasts were already swelling and leaking with milk, but Kyojuro had told you that it was normal – considering that his young would be half-jötunn. He quelled your fears of labor, saying that he would help you in every way that he possibly could when it came time to have the baby.

After a few hours, Kyojuro came back to the cavern, carrying your meal over his shoulder.

“How is my love doing?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face, causing you to giggle as you attempted to get up to greet him. Kyojuro rushed over to you, ensuring that you don’t so much as lift a finger while carrying his young. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss before dragging your meal to the bonfire and beginning to cook it.

“Mmh– Kyo? Could you help me a little bit, my tits feel so swollen,” you pouted, and his ears damn near perked up at your words.

“Oh? Does mommy need some relief?” he asked teasingly, and you nodded. Kyojuro walked over to you and knelt down, his hands reaching to massage your breasts slowly. He kneaded them and licked at the milk which dribbled out, letting it coat over his tongue. His lips wrapped around one of your tits, and he sucked slowly, moaning as he drank from you. You whined when he moved to the other tit and performed the same actions, relief sinking in the more he suckled the milk out of you.

“Taste so good, pretty girl,” he whispered before getting up again to cook the meat he brought in.

You pouted again, “need you, Kyo, please,” and he laughed.

“You can have me after we eat, does that sound okay?” he compromised, and you sighed but nodded in agreement.

You laid back and rested upon the pile of furs, smiling in contentment as you looked at the two meals that were set out before you.

“I love you, Kyo,” you admitted, unashamed by your feelings as they echoed throughout the cavern.

Kyojuro froze, glancing back at you briefly before continuing to prepare the food, trying his best to hide the blush that traveled across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“I love you, too, my little flame.”

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[angelesca]

need sunday's touch so bad but he is being emo about it

wc: ~1370 // content & warnings!: pining, so close yet so far grr, sunday x gn!reader, pet name("little bird"), kissing n' touching but nothing explicit, slow burn-ish a/n: i wrote this as a sequel in mind (part 1 here), but you could likely read this as a standalone. however, i make references to part 1 so it would probably flow nicer ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

"SUNDAY," YOU FIRMLY STOOD YOUR GROUND, "WE CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE."

the stars shone in sunday's eyes, shining golden with undying devotion to your sacred temple. between yours and his desperate eyes, millions of unspoken words traversed back and forth.

in his room, your hands gripped both arms of his chair, confronting him face-to-face. today, you will shatter your fears.

his eyes lowered, face tilted away. "i do not know what you are referring to."

your eyebrows furrowed. "don't give me that excuse."

you were both trying to hinder the fierce, unbreaking desire to tip the edges, testing patience.

all the emotions you have clutched in your heart weighed down on you, and it punished you the more you realised your fondness for sunday. when your eyes searched for him - and there he was - in the shadows without fail. when you caught the lift of his lips, cheeks, and eyes as your gazes met. and you do not realise how your smile naturally jumped higher until he abruptly left you alone. to acknowledge how much his presence affected you.

it constricted you slowly, a vice that gradually tightened as days passed. the love you reserved for sunday cast pain and joy - a double-edged sword.

"do you hate me?" you asked, resolute, yet trembling at the thought of his response confirming your anxieties.

sunday's eyes narrowed, questioning the nonsense you were spewing, tracing your hazy expression to figure you out.

"then why do you avoid me so?" you asked, "you have never stood within even arm's length. you have never handed me anything in person. you have never picked me up when i fell over. and... "

always so close but never there, your mouth opened but did not convey these last words. you shut your eyes momentarily. "i don't get it. please, tell me, anything please, just some words to explain this silent distance between us."

sunday's stare softened, wordlessly embracing your vulnerability. however, he was conflicted on whether to comfort you. to indulge in this new light at the end of the tunnel, which you forlornly wrenched with your hands, would be to infringe upon your divinity. his hands that have known endless suffering and sacrifice, could never dare to brush yours unless he craved to provoke the gods.

sunday paused a moment before announcing: "i will be leaving soon coming the charmony festival."

"... what?"

his words parted a greater distance between you two.

your vision clouded. the vice - tightened. relentlessly. twisting deep into your weakness, stripping you bare of your guard. you were hearing crashing waves and everything tipped over all at once. this was it.

"if you're leaving, i respect your decision. but you cannot leave me like this," you replied, biting your lip, "do not leave me to wonder what your touch would've felt like." wetness coated your eyes.

"my hands are unclean. i cannot grant you this." sunday vowed. his fingers opened but withdrew them just as quickly.

"so stupid," you muttered. your chest exploded, "then just taint me. corrupt. with your 'blood and sin'. after all, i am no saint either."

your fingers ghosted over his pristinely gloved hand. hands that, which 'hid blood and sin', had never once sullied a speck of your blessed body, gravely frightened of dulling your radiance with the slightest trespass into your orbit.

"i am not some deity that needs sheltering. i am just another existence, just as you are." you finished.

sunday's eyes widened, thunderstruck. you articulated reason into his stubborn mind: you were no godly being. your brightness made him believe he was not worthy of you; you were on the far horizon that was unreachable to him. yet, you were just another existence, just as he was.

he spoke hesitantly, "of course not. you are one of the strongest people i have had the pleasure of knowing. i know of your gratuitous kindness, strength and bright eyes. you are not anything less," his voice withered, "i did not mean to discredit you."

"then what is stopping you from me?" you taunted.

your ears drowned out everything but the rapid lifts and falls, and the deep and shallow pacing of his breaths. his fingers twitched in response, attempting his hardest to restrain whatever fragile control he had left.

he did not think you would confront him like this. he believed living in your shadow would make him insignificant enough for you to forget him after his plans. but you both could not ever forget each other. how could he forget you at all? he did not plan for this. how stupid he was.

he listened to your breathing, mimicking as you did to his, pacifying his wavering worries. your comfort and company felt natural, like home. the sun was dimming and the stars began to set in your eyes as they whispered reassurances. the apprehension of tomorrow was blanketed by your steady voice which commanded mountains and soothed fires.

you had stood on his horizon, finally within reach, and he was right there with you. the waves were slowing in his ears - he had returned to your shore.

he swiped the tears varnishing your glistening eyes, but not close enough to touch your skin. he was about to let the scales tip in favour of you. "so you would not mind? you would not mind me?"

your eyes formed their crescent shape and sunday melted into it. "you can be so stupid sometimes."

fervours resonated, heartbeat-to-heartbeat, pulsing for one another's precious touch.

it pained both of you greatly to observe how the other needed, yearned, yet never touched.

magnetised, yet ill-fated to repel; parallel lines that would never meet; the inverse ebb and flow of day and night. the universe tried its hardest to work against them.

to brave beyond the barriers enforced by universal law would be to risk everything faithful in the world.

with one more breath, all fears finally shattered.

your touches finally found each other, joining at the horizon.

initially, awkwardness hung in the air. shuffling and shifting. fluttering fingers and bashful staring. contented smiles and chuckles at the unimaginable situation they had wandered into. like a mirror, reciprocating back and forth, neither knowing what to do. overwhelmed but delighted.

sunday decided to make the first venture. he gently unfastened his gloves, to your surprise, and you learned every scar, bump and discolouration on his bare hands. it was not hideous, nor did it bear any sin. it was only human.

your hand crawled up his palm and he quivered at first before settling into your solace. fingers instinctively intertwining - a key and lock that fit each other. his thumb grazed your knuckles. you drew along the lines of his lips and he released an unsteady breath, nestling into your touch.

the way his palm timidly sketched the outline of your body but did not initiate further. how he shrank as much as possible to house you on his lap. when he looked at you, infatuated, puppy-like, waiting for you to throw him a bone. anything. he was all yours to command.

so you shed your shame and press a kiss on the corner of his lips. you did not move far, lingering in front of his face. it took him by surprise, evident by the pink flush on his face and the fluttering of his wings above his ears. akin to a dog wagging its tail.

he inhaled deeply. an indiscernible look flashed on his face. his brilliant eyes eclipsed, darkening, and his face tipped over. his lips hovered by your ears, on the verge of precariously meeting if you did not back away.

"bad..." he mumbled, "you are a bad little bird."

electric ran up your spine as the words left his deceptively innocent lips. you sat up straight, at attention, the sensation of heat overriding your senses.

"a-ah..." you could only focus on the fire pooling below your stomach, writhing, as a tornado stormed your mind.

he pulled you closer. hands snaking up your shirt at an agonizingly slow rate, teasing you, corruption taking over.

"do not run away now. you will finish this mess that you have made."

and you and sunday crashed, collided, and met each other, all at once.

a/n: yikes this was longer than i hoped for. there are still many dynamics that i can envision with sunday but this was long enough. hopefully this fic makes someone happy out there ahaha ;'') thanks for reading!!😘

[tartigglez]

For the 300 follower event. Can I request green with Zhongli as Rex Lapis?

"rest"

・❥・rex lapis x gn!adeptus!reader

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・❥・set in old teyvat, reader and morax are in a sort of weird soul bond situationship, half-dragon!li (i've just decided its his base form now so everyone cope), he calls reader "little one" at one point (lol?), reader has horns (that sounds so silly help), reader cries and it's kinda cinematic, (yes i am using this to heal the wounds my ex left me with because he was ashamed of our relationship thank you for asking!), this has gotta be one of my fav fics ive ever written LOL

・❥・HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT IS I, CAEL. today i present you all with: a thing i wrote!

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the world is quiet when the dragon slumbers. 

at least, that's what you think. 

that's what the adepti think.

the souls of the old deities that have been subdued by rex lapis calm a little when he rests. their empty shells are less vengeful, and they, albeit momentarily, no longer seek to wreak havoc on the people of liyue. 

it was a simple mission you had. go to the cave, retrieve any necessary cor lapis for streetward rambler and do not disturb morax. and of course, none of the other adepti knew, but this rule was an optional one in your mind.

the others would never know of your relationship with rex lapis, which was of a deeper level than you cared to explain. the deep, intricate weaves of your two souls together were much more detailed than anyone could ever imagine, so gently and carefully tied over such a long time that they could never be undone. they were roots so deep that neither you nor him could even tell how much you needed each other. 

of course, when he is resting you shouldn’t disturb him, because he needs it. he works hard to protect his people, and for this reason he should always be allowed to rest when he needs. 

as the few chunks of cor lapis you carried in your bag clanked together, you entered the mouth of a cave in mingyun village. you were fully aware that this was where he would be, since you could feel his presence. but you were only here since this was where the best cor lapis could be found, right? right?

a seemingly small tunnel in the side of the cave led you straight to the sight of him. he was completely still in slumber, tail of brown scales and golden spines lay a little curved on his hoard of various gemstones and chunks of metals.

you walked somewhat slowly to him, tiptoeing your way in to the cave, only to have a look at him of course. he looked quite strange when sleeping. his aura was much more peaceful than usual. 

normally, morax was calm. but there would always be some sort of troubled glint in his eyes, one that it appears only you can see, perhaps it is only for you to know of. 

as you made your way to the side of the cave opposite to the opening, you could see his hair and arms glowing a little in rhythm with his breathing. from deep in his chest came soft, yet low purrs. he was at rest. however, the small smile which appeared on his lips would say otherwise. 

slowly, but surely his eyelids opened, the bright amber irises previously hidden behind them meeting you as you stared at him, not even realising he had actually woken up. instead you were busy admiring his presence. 

“you haven’t been here long, hm?” he spoke with a yawn, pushing himself to sit up upon his hoard. the golden surfaces of a few pieces of mora reflected his sharp features as he took a sigh. 

your expression was one of pure guilt. you had only wished to see him, after all it was rare that the two of you got much time alone, but you didn’t want to actually wake him up when he was so deserving of a sleep. 

“not to worry,” he smiled, “i was due to wake up in a few days anyway.” he got down from the top of the pile, ground shaking a little as he jumped, and was all of a sudden by your side. “why the long face, little one?” he asked gently, tilting his head to the side and placing a loving hand on your cheek.

“i didn’t want to wake you up” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “i did miss you, but i only wanted to see you, not disturb you.”

he moved a little closer to you, his horns slightly touching your own as he moved his forehead against yours, “you are never a disturbance to me, dear” he spoke, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths with you. 

but suddenly, it hurt.

“morax…” you opened, trailing off, unsure of how to convey what you wanted to say. instead, your eyebrows knit themselves together, and completely out of your control, a single tear rolled down your cheek, losing itself slowly to the fabric of your robe after making its way down your neck. 

he felt it, all of the emotions that were happening for you were making their way to him, his senses more amplified after having rested. “dear-” he said softly, voice breaking a little, hands and eyes searching your body for some sign of injury or pain, “did something hurt you, are you well?” his eyes were filled with concern for you, and somehow that made you feel worse. he stroked your cheek with one hand, the other rubbing up and down your arm. “tell me, what troubles you?” he asked quietly.

“you wouldn’t want to know,” you giggled a little, more tears suddenly escaping your face. “it is a futile complaint”

“tell me,” he said, bringing his hands to your cheeks and gently wiping away your tears, “i want to hear all of it” 

you were silent for some time after that, the dim environment of the cave allowing you to lean your head on rex lapis’ shoulder, holding his hand as the other was gently stroking over your hair, and slowly massaging at the base of your horns. 

“do you think we’ll ever be able to tell them?” you said, nothing more than a whisper. so quietly that if morax didn’t have such heightened senses, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it at all.

“tell who?” he said back, shoulder slightly vibrating against your cheek as he did.

“the others. do you think we can ever tell them about us?” you asked, absentmindedly staring at a single coin of mora across from you. upon its shiny surface was painted the image of rex lapis of one and his adepti. no. upon its surface was painted two people who were held in a love that had been finely crafted over centuries, each piece chiselled out like the stone of a statue. 

“do you want them to know?” he asked, turning his head a little to place a soft kiss upon your head, humming a little before turning back to face his hoard, leaning his head on top of yours.

you nodded a little, closing your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“if you want them to know then we shall tell them. i doubt they will be upset about it. after all, i am the one in charge, no?” he chuckled a little, interlacing his fingers with yours. 

“you’d really tell them?” you asked, moving from the way you were sat, instead sitting up straight to look at him, holding both his hands in your own. 

“if that is what you want, then of course i will. i only wish you had told me sooner.” he smiled at you, standing up and pulling you with him. your eyes shone brightly as you beamed at him, and he moved a little closer to you to ask a very important question…

“would you like to rest with me for a little while?” 

you nodded, and within an instant he had whisked you to the top of his pile. he began circling around, trying to find a comfortable spot before inviting you to lay down by him, tapping on the space beside him, which was rather funny, because a few of his treasures rolled down the side of the hoard, which made him pout a little. 

you keenly moved to lay down beside him, resting your head on his arm. however, there was one major problem.

“this is kind of uncomfortable” you spoke, watching his face contort from being relaxed, to confused, to relieved. through his expressions you could already tell that he had found the solution. 

“here,” he yawned out, swiftly moving you to lay on his chest as he rolled on to his back. “better?”

you laughed a little, cheek against the robe which (barely) covered his chest. “much better”

he wrapped both his arms around your waist, every effort being made not to scrape you with his talons. and in this moment, that was when it hit you, more than ever before. every piece of care that he had for you and you for him, it was all for one cause…

“i love you, morax” you smiled softly, squeezing him a little.

finally, you had put words to it. after centuries, you had finally verbalised on the affection shared between the two of you. for the first time ever, you knew exactly what you felt. it was love. 

it is love. 

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[arjun-iqbal]

"Distinguished guests," Champagne in hand, Arjun had got the crowd's attention and began his speech with a smile upon his lips, proud of what he was to present. "If I may call your attention, I would like to start by thanking the city council for allowing us to have such a pleasant evening. I would also like to express my gratitude and admiration to the artist who is present with us today, Judas Samara, for creating and delivering this remarkable work of art. Few things bring people together more beautifully than art. Whether it's music, sculpture, paint or fabric, the arts are a way for us to express ourselves, our cultures and our shared humanity. But rarely do we witness one singular piece of art truly encapsulating change. The collection presented today, unlike any other, explores the idea of metamorphosis through paint. On the whole, each work of art represents the individual stories of each person involved, their unique experience and journey, with every challenge captured in a frame." he gestured around, "I invite you all to get lost within each piece and also, remind you that our proceeds will go towards a cause within our lovely community. So..if you have any ideas as to which cause should be chosen, please find me. I shall announce the results by the end of the night."

Clearing his throat, and of course, procurring Judas a gentle squeeze to their hand, the deity let them go and stood as people dispersed. Nights like this were something he had missed greately over the past month and he was ready to soak it all in, turning his back only partly when someone appeared to approach his side.

@vievecorcitystarters

[dinoshimaaa]

one day, i will stop falling in love with you. (pt 1)

love, oh, love! the unstoppable force of nature, the very thing that makes us human. love is so beautiful. love is the everlasting sky and grass and sea and love is as similarly painful as it is ethereal. love is painful in the sacrifices made and the unspoken words and the unshed tears. oh, love is beauty and love is pain. love is worth everything just as much as it is not. (feat. kazuha, xiao, albedo, gn! reader) (pt 2 here)

or: this silly crush of theirs will pass. soon. maybe.

-

the winds are the sole witness to the poems that kazuha writes in your name (an embarrassing amount, in fact), most of which after completion are crumpled and disposed of, never to see the light of day again. there are some he is slightly more proud of and keeps for rereading on a much, much later date when he misses you. not that you’d know. not that you’d find out.

the first few poems of you were mostly childish, dreamy, and romantic; some of them about you being likened to a deity of some kind, descending upon teyvat to bless it with your otherworldly existence, or a flower that never stops blooming (or at least, that was how kazuha initially saw you: through rose-tinted glasses), but after having spent more time with you, the rose-tint faded away and his writing style develops into something more mature; the promise of an eternal love, enduring of hardships just for you, endless yearning from his side.

recently, the poems kazuha wrote have become more and more melancholic. the yearning stays, but now without the hope that it is reciprocated; the eternal love remains everlasting, but you never once look in his direction. just like his works of literature, the expression he wears everyday becomes evident of his emotions of late, too. many sailors of the crux are jesting about kazuha’s heart being broken by a fleeting infatuation which would explain the bitter smile he shows quite often (but is it really a jest if it is technically true?)

you leave after another visit, only having shown kazuha affection that stays within the platonic boundary. you have shown no desire to push further into something more. kazuha is aware that he has to get rid of his feelings soon, for he has been chasing this unrequited love for too long, and it is time to put a stop to his heart’s suffering.

one day, he will enter his room, pick up his quill, and write the final poem dedicated to you that holds a goodbye with indescribable bitter emotion, and maybe finally move on from you. that day will witness the end to all the days he spent cradling his unsent poems to his chest as he sleeps, teardrops falling onto the paper like a leaky faucet.

but today is not that day, not yet. let kazuha look at your retreating back for now once more.

-

the set of days that bring xiao the most peace is surprisingly lantern rite, despite the bustling atmosphere it fills liyue harbor with every year. to be specific, xiao feels the illusion of never-ending peace at the time when everyone releases their lanterns and they all illuminate the sky with the hopes and dreams of the mortals.

he sits on the grass again this year, positioning himself to get a good view for the lantern-releasing this time round. and this time, he is not alone.

you sit a respectful distance away from him. not too close to make a stranger uncomfortable, not too far to give him a stranger’s treatment. your hands rest behind you, supporting your torso as you lean back slightly, and you face up with your eyes closed and smiling in pleasure. xiao wordlessly watches your legs swing back and forth on the edge of the cliff, not doing anything about it. it felt like it was just supposed to be there, so he let it be. (if it were anyone else, he’d be slightly irritated from the nonstop movement.)

watch yourself, he says anyway. you can’t teleport midair like i do. there’s no guarantee i’ll catch you if you fall because of your flailing.

boo, what are you, my mom? you laugh. i’m just swinging my legs, that’s all. there’s nothing else to do while waiting for the lanterns. besides, i know you’ll catch me.

do i want to? we’ll see about that. he shrugs, earning a pinch from you when you reach over to his arm.

unbeknownst to you, xiao overthinks the words you two exchanged. it’s true he’d catch you if you did fall. he pays too much attention to you, that’s why. too much, in fact, in the way he glances at you ever so often when you’re in his line of sight, in the way he looks for you first when a battle has finished, in the way he thinks of you first when karmic debt creeps up on him.

oh, he’d definitely catch you if you fell. problem is— would you let him?

there is trust in the way you recklessly swing your legs in the air, without a harsh grip on the grass. there is trust that he will save you should you ever fall, and most likely if you were beginning to slip off, he’d prevent that from happening immediately. but that trust is not the same as the trust that xiao shows to you.

you stick flowers in his hair just to rile him up, while he thinks of gathering every flower across teyvat just to make you happy.

the first sighting of lanterns along with your delighted gasp pulls him from his thoughts. slowly, more and more surface from the cliff that both of you are watching from, and it’s not too long before the skies of liyue are dotted with gold.

every other year xiao looks at the lanterns, hoping for true freedom. this year he only looks at you.

it’s a good thing you aren’t paying attention to his staring, gazing only at the lanterns. (secretly, he wishes you would look back at him too.)

-

you are an experiment albedo cannot give a hypothesis to, a variable he has no means of controlling. you are intriguing as you are unpredictable, somehow unintentionally surprising albedo with new behaviour and spunk each passing day.

it doesn’t quite matter if it’s to your liking or not— but albedo is rather drawn to the unknown, the unimagined, the unspoken. you are expressive and yet still an enigma to him, and the desire in him to explore more of you is visceral.

he runs imaginary tests on you in his mind. if he’s fortunate, and if it’s possible, he does physical ones instead. the results that come back surprise him each time, but it would be futile to lie about the growing smile on his face.

the tests draw him more to you. sooner than later, he isn’t just drawn to you through means of experimentation.

it starts when he starts thinking about what you might actually like yourself rather that predicting your reflex behaviour through current data of you. when he starts debating if you would prefer apples to sunsettias. if you’d like to try fish marinated with fruit. if you’d eat anything at all. a couple “if”s later, and he had unknowingly created a sunshine sprat just for you. weird how that just happens out of nowhere, but it can’t go to waste.

(he’s doing this to not waste food, he says, as he gingerly wraps the lunchbox up in his favourite dark blue cloth, using alchemy to keep it warm until you arrive to try it. what do you mean the vegetables accompanying the dish happen to be your favourite? what a funny coincidence.)

the tests become more physical and thoughtless over time. some of them aren’t even planned in advance, too. like that time he subconsciously slid a cecelia behind your ear. or the other time he held your hand to feed himself from a spoon you held, shooting you a sly smirk as he pulled away, leaving you flustered. (haha, take that! who��s the surprised one now?)

he doesn’t remember when it evolves into anticipation of your next visit, or the fluttering feeling in his stomach each time you come over. and then the next thing he knows, the newest experiment involves him wondering if you’d ever let him run his fingers through your hair with gentle intimacy only sweethearts show each other.

albedo stills as he prepares the hypothesis. as always, it is hard to predict. as always, the reason for its unpredictability is…

ah, why’d you have to give such inconsistent results every time he conducts an experiment on you? why’d your reaction have to change with each test he does? don’t you know that consistent results are the basic need to come up with an accurate average to pinpoint the true relationship between the independent and dependent variables?

you’ve ruined it. now it’s going to be hard for albedo to possibly come up with a conclusion for his experiment. he couldn’t possibly spend time on an experiment he knows is impossible to complete, could he? (why would you never seem to reciprocate the interest albedo shows in you?)

not all experiments are meant to succeed, after all. albedo supposes he can let this one be, let it rest. even if the build up to the climax had been too enjoyable to let go. even if it had way too much investment to give up on. even if it ached to see it all go to waste. there was no point in pursuing something that would never give you the results you desire.

-

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[breakdancingmonk]

A Sinful Waltz twisted wonderland

Riddle Roseheart x Reader

Genre: Angst, Mild Gore

My cold tears comforted my skin that cold night. The overwhelming sound of the night filled me onto my bones, where my own heartbeats became just an accompaniment of the symphony of the dark.

Loud…

Everything is so loud.

The harsh rain screaming blasphemies at my person. The decrepit clock wailed at the coming of midnight, while it tutted at my sinful soul. The wind cried the warnings that it carried for centuries.

"Please... just this time... Shut up, please. Be silent for just one minute.”

It sounded so pathetic coming from me, but my pride had been starved and had no strength to come back. I had nothing else than this abomination of flesh.

“I am no sinner... This is all a mistake!” I kept chanting to myself, trying to convince that voice that spouts nothing but lies. Rocking back and forward, clenching tight into the only thing grounding me to the past.

The devil and death, both my once mocked possessions that I came to resent. Pieces of paper who’d forsaken me to this fate.

All I yearned for was her—to be with her. To get to see every waking moment, every eyelash falling for her eyes. To blow away her sadness and hold her warm body against mine.

That wish I had. It wasn’t easy, nor simple, but with hard work I was able to court my sugar cube. She was the perfect human being, almost too perfect to touch. Every inch of her body and every mark in her face was just a love letter written by the deities themselves. Her creation was my new reason to be perfect, and mother did know best. A creature like me had only skills to rely on when it came to someone like her.

The day I met her, I was so blinded by my loyalty to the queen that I missed those gorgeous eyes timidly looking for some comfort from this new environment. She saw me in my worst, but even then she forgave me and stayed around.

Every time she came with those despicable excuses of human beings, I made sure to engrave every detail of her. Her soft hair, her sweet smell, her gorgeous eyes that perfectly rested in her lids, her gentle hands, the beauty marks in her face, the way she smiled, the way her nails rested on their beds, how she sat, how she moved herself when tired, when happy, when frustrated. I took it upon myself to learn everything that I could.

I wanted, no, I needed to be the one who knew her best from every insect that was around.

I craved more.

Finally, after my hard work, I had my well-deserved prize, my beloved. I knew she would say yes. I mean, I worked the hardest when it came to courting her and learning her every like and dislike.

I sent letters professing my love, with every single one on beautifully decorated paper. Some with little ghosts, others with pretty little flowers. Flowers were always adorning her dorm since there was nothing that could outshine her beauty. I did everything just to see her blushing face and bright smile, which were reserved for those closest to her, and I was one.

Everything went perfect; I made sure it was perfect. From our first date to our first time. I studied endlessly about every detail that could ruin this calculated farce that I created.

Today was also one of those lovely dates, this one being a group date. She was almost never separated from her best friend, meaning double dates were a must. While I longed to be alone with her, just the two of us. My wishes melted away at the sound of her voice, asking excitedly for us to go to the port on a double date.

We all ran around the port eating and chatting like we were going to dematerialise the next day, holding onto the times before the end of life. Suddenly, Yuri suggested going to get our futures read. Something I wasn’t particularly fond of. A thing Vil and I can agree on is that hard work is the only way to determine fate, not some stupid reading. I looked into my flowerbud's eyes to see what she wished, and after seeing such excitement, I just couldn’t say no anymore. Denying her wishes felt like leaving a hedgehog to starve in the rain, something that my heart could not handle.

This place was just tacky, adopting tactics to make those insecure souls plead for answers. A blatant scam, if you ask me. I decided to go last, wanting to see the reactions of everyone. My little bud looked slightly uncomfortable with her results, but she didn’t delve too deeply into it. Only stating that while it was odd, that it is most likely false, and when I tried to pry on her results, she hid them from me.

FUCK! Aren’t I more trustworthy than what a stupid scammer has to say? Why be cautious about something that she believes to be fake? Could there be something—someone separating my angel from me? Feeding her venomous lies so they can keep her for themselves. Have I been too trusting? Have I not already won this game of love? I’ve been nothing but hard-working in the relationship, even building her person for the best. How can any of the other stains in the earth win over me?!

My thoughts were interrupted by her gentle touch. Aaah, what a blessing to have. She pointed at the curtain separating the waiting room from the readers chamber. I went quickly to get this over with.

Sitting there, I had decided to withhold information. I really wanted this scammer act to fall through. Nothing went as I had expected; the cards were simply shuffled and spread on the table. The intricate details shone beautifully with the candles around them.

“You shall pick 5 from the bunch; take your time and feel which one is calling for you.”

The figure disappeared once again into the darkness of the room. Leaving me and the cards in this sort of intimate moment, trying to find what should be looking for me. I didn’t put much brain into it; the ones that looked out of place or in an odd pattern were my immediate picks. Pulling them slightly closer to me, separating it slightly from the bunch. No words exchanged, just letting the sound of the material fill the small room.

The reader reciprocated that silence, gathering the untouched cards and flipping the five selected ones. Slowly revealing the cards and announcing their entrance.

“The lovers… Reversed justice… Reversed empress… Reversed death…” Letting a small gasp before continuing “The Devil”

There is no need for a P.H.D. to figure out this person is trying to trick you with their fake concern—anything to have a foolish patron pay a fee once again. Not that it would work on me, but even if I were one of those superstitious people, I would be ecstatic to see the lovers being picked. I need no confirmation of the facts, but it feels slightly nice to know that even luck says my little rosebud is meant to be mine.

“Listen to me, sir; no matter what you do, don’t stray away from your humanity. You will be faced with obstacles, but you shall not fall for them. Less act upon them. If fate is able to be changed, I plead with you to defy it to the very end. I beg of you, Sir Rosehearts.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I was already irritated by the words of this phoney.

How dare they think I'll fall for such vague and baseless concern! Clearly, they don’t know better. My mother has always said to follow rationality over emotions, and I will do so. My brain was raised to absolute perfection; what does this imbecile know, clogging my ears with nonsense?

Just as I responded, they pushed two cards in my direction, leaving swiftly.

The devil and death.

I brushed off this whole interaction, pocketing the cards to dispose of them later. There were much more important things to do, and I shouldn’t spend valuable time away from my lover. Making my way to my lover, I flashed her my best smile, taking her hand to depart from this forsaken place.

At night, I couldn’t shake that one awful part of the date out of my brain, my curiosity denying my body of rest. My mind kept wondering what the scammer was so worried for and what exactly could be its meaning. It was an incredible date, and still the one moment that keeps repeating over and over again are those words. So fucking annoying.

After a while of turning and tugging, my body finally felt heavy on the bed, my breath grew steady, and my form cozied in the blanket. Darkness fell onto me.

ding... ding...

As soon as my phone rang, I was instantly taken out of my shallow sleep, sitting up to check what could be at this hour. Not many people have my number, not that I cared to share, meaning whoever would message me at this hour must be in serious trouble or I will create them one. Looking at the blinding light of my phone, the one name I worried the most was shown.

“Little Bud”

It showed a simple message, one that, while not as worrisome as one in desperate need of help, It still makes something in the back of my head just shiver with pure anxiety.

“Hey” was all that was displayed.

Wanting to think positively, I happily tapped the message, imagining her saying, “Thank you for such an awesome date; we should do it again” or something in that tune, professing her love for me. So that I could do the same to her, no matter the time of day.

“I’m feeling confused. I am really sorry for hurting you like this. I just don’t know what I want, but I didn’t lie every time I told you I love you, Riddle. Hope you see this when you wake up.”

What in the divine fuck is this?! I swear to the sevens, this must be an absolute moronic joke. A breakup text after such a great day, and not even a forward one. Does she respect me so little to do such a thing when I have been nothing but perfect to her? I improved her grades, her sleep, and her morning routine. I taught her everything that my mother showed me so she could become the absolute best version of herself. A version my mother would have no chance of denying.

I do all of that, and she repays my love and kindness with this?!

This is exactly what my mother warned me about! Sometimes the perfect girl will come into your life but push you out; you just have to deny her that opening. Why don’t books for this type of situation be common in a study regimen? This wouldn’t happen if she understood everything I did for her... for love.

My head feels so hot right now; she will get a piece of my brain for this. This unruly child will have things spelt for her, and she better not forget it. Sevens, how could you make this human so beautiful but make them so ungrateful?

I found myself in front of Ramshackle’s door, my fist hitting the door with force, making sure I got heard. The air was chilly, and raindrops slowly fell on my hair, but nothing was cooling my brain. Not even when the only thing hugging my body was a thin jacket that I wore over my pyjamas. When I was about to forcefully knock once again, the door creaked open, revealing the source of my heartbreak. Looking so innocently, her eyes clearly puffy, and her beautiful strands of hair lay messily on her head.

“Riddle?”

Her voice was so soft that my body naturally wanted to cave, such a defenceless and innocent rose. There is no way such a sweet and kind being could do something like this... There must be someone else.

“I think you are highly aware of why I am here. Don’t try to divert it, why? Why are you doing this to me? I just want to know who. Who could feed you such doubt, my love?" My voice standing firm, I normally only talked to her with the sweetness of the most sugary tart. This time is going to be different; she is going to understand my demands.

“It’s nothi-” Her voice almost whispered; she shifted and kept fidgeting with her fingers.

“Don’t lie to me; I’m asking for something reasonable. Why?”

She wouldn't even look at me… I can believe how bad this has become.

“It really is nothing.”

“Again with that word. You are breaking up with me. IT IS something. Well, I should really ask who? Who made you stray from me?”

“Nobod,” she raised her voice even more; she looked so agitated. This is exactly what a rabbit looks like when caught, desperately trying to escape the claws of the trap.

“Darling, weren’t we together?! Aren’t we supposed to work for our happy ever after? It really has to be someone... Either someone has stolen your heart or fed you venom, because this isn’t you.” That. That is all it took for her to finally look at me, even stopping her hands in place. “Based on your reactions, I dare infer that I just hit the nail, love.”

I tried to grab her hands. I wasn’t going to plead for her to spit the truth, but I was still going to give her a fighting chance. This couldn’t end like this. She owes me too much. When my fingers touched her gentle hands, she forcefully ripped her hands from my touch. Creating more distance from me, separating herself from ME.

“I know you messed up, but just tell me who. We can fix things, I can assure you that. I know that this is out of character for you.” I slowly got closer to her, once again trying to extend my arm to her.

“BULLSHIT! I hate you, I hate you! I regret ever dating you. I REGRET EVEN KNOWING YOU.”

…

What…

She just said that.

This has to be a mistake...

No…

The girl in front of me was shocked by the words that came out of her mouth. Her face was painted by an avalanche of tears that escaped her eyes. She tried to explain herself once again, mumbling. Stuttering her every word, snot running down her nose. She ran her hands up, trying to wipe a stain that could never be erased. She just kept going and going and going.

Once again, looking everywhere but to me.

Once again, trying to escape her faults and ignore them.

When I found myself in front of her, I was holding a candle holder above my head.

I just swinged.

The sound was obnoxiously loud; it echoed like thunder through the walls of the hall. It was hard, but I persisted. I hammered my emotions through her. Rage at every droplet. Heartbreak at every crying scream. Burning at every touch, pushing me away from her. Sadness every time she closed her eyes. Confusion at her words. All hammered to her body, all physically taught so she could never forget. I forced my love on every part of her gentle body. I forced my love with every swing of my arm. Forcing it to shatter for me, nobody could ever fix her. No one other than me. I am her only love.

Silence

The only thing resonating in my ears was the wet sound of my strikes on her body.

Her lifeless body.

My hands stopped on their tracks. Finally letting my brain catch up to what just happened.

No no no nonononononononono.

This can’t be fucking happening. I wanted to love her, and I just broke the one thing that I adored. I took her shine from her eyes and her pulse from her heart. This isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t how things were supposed to go.

Holding her now bloodied face, I captured every centimetre of her being. Every inch of what was once her, before I took it away.

Before the only monster in her life stole her spark away.

Kissing her carcass, tasting the blood that secreted from her. My tears are tainting her ever further in this morbid reenactment of a fairy tale. A fairy tale in which once I kiss her with my love, she will wake up and everything will be fine. I don’t care anymore if she hates me; I just need her to be here. I just want to be able to see her in the hallways. Listen to her voice when bickering with Ace or pleading with Trey for a piece of whatever sweet he is baking.

The kiss was interrupted by the feeling of an odd object on the floor, taking my attention from my deceased lover. There it was.

The Devil and Death.

Those damn cards! That scum of earth sealed my fate and made me what I am right now. Nothing more than a murderer.

A monster.

The big bad wolf.

I am no longer allowed to call myself human. After everything, I strayed from my mother's words.

Pushing myself away from the body, I quickly hit a wall. The space is barely increasing. This was enough for me to see the scene that I have created. The walls were full of splashed blood. The board floor slowly tainting itself in the crimson colour, part of it being consumed by the creeks of the boards. Twisted. Gruesome.

The last thing her eyes saw was the one who was supposed to take her to Wonderland and stole her consciousness for his own selfish reasons.

Pulling my legs to my chest, I covered my ears. The sheer volume of the environment was a mock of my inability to be something other than inhuman. Everything was so deafening, and I wish I could have died with her in that moment.

I wish to not exist anymore.

To run from all of this.

I can’t take this anymore. I failed, and my mother will know. My mother will know of my wrongdoings. She will know of her sinful son.

I fear every second that passes, the decrepit grandfather clock laughing every time it moves.

Until it came, midnight.

Cackling in full force, mocking me for my sins. Reminding me of what I should now fear, the only thing that could make me escape was death. Making fun of the cowardly creature that I am, trying to escape from my duties as a sinner. When its sounds came to a halt, silence buried me completely. My brain was stagnant, no longer wanting to think any further. Not wanting to rationalise my actions. No rule from the queen could tell me what to do next.

“Oh fuck yesss! Stay the night. We can probably watch a movie. Oh oh oh oh, we could also watch that fashion show that happened last week. My magicam has been blowing with those gorgeous outfits!”

The silence was slid abruptly by two loud voices. Ending this chapter and swallowing me in pure panic.

I couldn't react to the handle moving and twisting messily.

My love was about to be revealed once and for all.

My putrid and disgusting love.

[thexsanctuaryx]

found in the stars

{ CHAPTER ONE }

➳ NEXT CHAPTER

Summary: Even in the ancient world, many have stopped believing in the old gods, but not Marc Spector and his system. They still very much believe and devote themselves to one particular deity. So what happens when they come face to face with their patron goddess, Hecate? Without knowing it's her, of course... Pairing: Original Character { Emma Harper } x Marc Spector; eventually Emma Harper x Steven Grant && Emma Harper x Jake Lockley Contents: slight angst, kinda fluffy, pagan deities, ancient civilization ergo period, almost completely if not totally alternate universe for the boys, their characters have been taken and dropped into a completely standalone original universe Warnings: mentions of mental illness { DID }, brief mentions of being mistreated by others, self-loathing, self-blame, due to contents and nature of this series, the boys are pagan instead of Jewish, it is not intended as erasure, just a different story being told Author's Note: Hello there! I've been a part of this community for a HOT MINUTE but worried for a long time I couldn't pull off the boys. Well, I started writing them about a year ago now and they haven't left since. This is my first proper fic in almost two decades, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I've loved writing it. Thank you so much to anyone who gives it a chance!!! There are several others in the works! Word Count: 2k

He sits in the garden they’ve worked so painstakingly hard to perfect for her. Days upon days – no months upon months – patiently tending to the soil, caring for the various flora that occupy the now magnificent garden on the outskirts of his father’s land. Yet, as he looks around now, it still doesn’t seem like enough and already he plans out improvements.

It’s just after midnight now, a time which he’d always been taught is her favorite. And here he sits, in the middle of the flowers, knelt at the shrine they’d set up for her at the very center, prayer upon his lips once again.

“I’m sure you must tire of hearing from me so often—but despite the lack of news, I find myself always wanting to speak to you first.” He clears his throat, glancing down with a soft melancholy smile as he reminisces to someone he’s never met – a goddess no less. And even he must admit, it isn’t the most proper conversation to have with any deity, let alone one as revered as she is.

His tongue slips between his lips, lolling his head ever so slightly. “Steven’s better at this sort of thing, the propriety and what not, but I suppose that’s just one of my many pitfalls.”

He pushes out a sigh, “I know I maybe shouldn’t speak so casually to you—you are the key bearing queen of the cosmos after all—” He briefly pauses before continuing at his own expense. “I must seem a child with a silly crush…”

A light scoff forces its way through his sinuses, reaching a hand back to grip at the back of his neck. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. “It’s just that you’ve always been there—or perhaps I hope you have…”

He looks up at the sculpture he hand formed himself as he speaks to her now, pursing his lips now with indignation toward himself. His shoulders rise slowly and fall back down again. “You’re the first one I think to speak to in the morning and you’re often the last I speak with before I sleep…”

“So I suppose I just wanted to tell you…it’s my—our birthday today…” Another beat passes, frowning softly as he continues, “Which will be spent alone of course—” He pauses again to smirk softly at the silent statue. “Still waiting on you to send us that wife we’ve spoken so much about…” He teases.

He looks up at the soft curves of her face hewn from marble. “But it only felt right to spend the first moments of our thirtieth solar return with you…”

“Thank you for always keeping us under your careful gaze…”

A voice comes seemingly out of nowhere from behind the right of the shrine. “You speak to her as if you’re in love with her…” The soft somewhat raspy voice says. And as she steps out into the pale light of the moon, he suddenly wonders if he believes in angels instead of goddesses.

His face stills in shock as he struggles to find breath, even as she moves closer. She looks to be a handful of years younger than he, dressed in clothes that would suggest nobility.

She offers a soft, calm smile, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was on a late walk when I saw this beautiful garden and wanted to see it up close.”

It's in this moment, he begins to believe in his goddess more now than perhaps he ever has before. He’s almost certain that she’s the companion he’s prayed so fervently for all these years. A breathtaking maiden, stumbled in his garden at the precise moment he’s saying just such prayers.

She rolls her lips in, causing dimples to prick into her cheeks as she does her best to hide her amusement at his astonishment.

“Do you mind if I join you?” She wonders aloud, stepping closer to him.

He clears his throat, blinking rapidly to rouse himself from his daze. He shakes his head quickly, “not at all…”

She moves to claim a spot on the marble bench that rests just behind where he’s knelt at the altar.

He rises slowly, still stunned by her presence even as he makes to sit beside her. He’s surprised he can even find his voice at such a time, but introduces himself gently. “I’m Marc…”

It occurs to her then, that perhaps betraying her secret isn’t wise just yet. As smoothly as breathing she replies, “My name is Emma…”

He can’t help the smile that overtakes his lips at the sound of her name, and she only returns it with one of her own.

All at once, however, he looks troubled, “should you be out so late on your own?”

A gentle laugh escapes her, “perhaps I believe in your goddess just as much as you do—that she’ll protect me.”

“You shouldn’t--” The crease forms between his eyebrows.

“I shouldn’t believe in her?” She teases, looking a little too deeply into his dark brown eyes.

He scoffs lightly, quickly looking away from her intense stare. “No-- you should believe in her—forgive me I more meant—it can be dangerous to wander alone this late at night, I wouldn’t want anything to happen--” He squeezes his eyes shut, once again feeling as though his mouth has gotten away from him.

She finishes his sentence in the softest tone, her words in contrast sounding filled with confidence. “To me?”

He nods slowly, swallowing as he looks back to her.

As his eyes connect with hers once more, she can feel the years of pain that hide behind them. Moreover, she’s been with him through every moment of it and needs no explanation.

Suddenly she wants nothing more than to tell him exactly who she is, but knows it’s too soon. Such a revelation might only cause him to question his sanity as he so often has in the past.

She reaches a hand to gently rest over his, her voice remaining just as unimposing. “Will you tell me about her?” She asks, looking away from him to the statue he spent hours carving, never knowing just how close by she was.

He looks confused by the question, “You want me to--…” His brows furrow deeply again, trying to figure out this mysterious woman his goddess seems to have sent to him.

Emma looks back to him briefly and the gestures with her free hand to the flowers that stretch out around them for what seems like miles. “You built all of this for her, did you not?” She pauses, quirking one shoulder to her ear. “You must love her a great deal…”

Marc’s cheeks heat, though undetectable in the darkness that surrounds them. Another small smile tugs at his lips, glancing down at the ground. “It must seem foolish to love someone so much that you’ve never met.” He swallows, nodding. “Someone that many don’t even believe exists, and that others yet still fear too much to worship.”

She interjects again quietly, giving a feathery brush of her thumb over the back of his hand beneath hers. “But you don’t fear her…and you seem too close to her to diminish by using the word worship to describe your relationship with her.”

The corner of his lips tug upward, a sad look coming over his eyes as he continues to avoid her gaze.

In a moment of truth, he confesses, “she’s the only one who has always been there for me…”

Her heart squeezes in her chest, the love she returns for him seeming to all but swallow her whole. A breeze seems to rise in the air, rippling through the garden around them, a small physical showing of the way her heart sighs for him.

He takes notice of the change in the wind, a scowl coming to his features, unbeknownst to him, correct in his deduction, “perhaps she’s heard me.”

Emma can barely withstand the swelling in her chest, struggling to maintain her secret. Ancient as she may be, she finds it almost impossible to deny the love he's stirred within her all of his years.

“I’m sure she has…”

There’s a pause of stillness between them before she continues.

“What would you tell her if she could hear you right now?” She asks softly.

Marc shoots her an incredulous look, “As if you didn’t hear everything I said before making your presence known…” He teases.

Her heart seems to flutter, something she hasn’t felt in many millennia. She finds herself avoiding his gaze, feeling like the human maiden she passes herself off as now, and not the goddess as old as time that she is.

“If she were to grant you one wish for your birthday, what would you ask for?” She inquires.

At the shift in her demeanor, Marc wonders at the miracle that seems to take place before him. But then, she didn’t know the deep dark secrets he’s concealing. Any attraction to him would quickly fall away if she did.

Still, he thinks on her question. He pushes his lips out as his eyes travel to the shining stars  above that litter the vast expanse of the universe. He wonders if she’s up there watching over them this very moment.

“I supposed I’d want to meet her face to face…”

Her eyes widen ever so slightly, following his eyes to the heavens above. She’s almost completely dumbfound by this human man who wants nothing more than to meet her properly. A man who seems to captivate her ageless heart more and more by the second.

“You’d choose to meet her over asking for a companion?” She asks, her voice laced with bewilderment.

His eyes fall back to hers without moving his head at first, smirking softly. “So you were listening the whole time then…”

She can’t remember the last time she was so turned around by anything or anyone. At first, she mistakes his meaning for knowing who she truly is, her features contorting with a troubled expression.

“I—”

“It’s okay—you wouldn’t be the first to hear a personal conversation with her…”

She’s almost disappointed by the revelation that he still believes her to be a human maiden, who simply happened upon him in his garden in the middle of the night. She clears her throat with a bit more difficulty than usual, her eyes falling to the ground.

He squeezes her hand gently, misunderstanding why she suddenly appears so crestfallen. “It really is okay…--but yes, I think I would choose to meet her above all else. I have so much to thank her for, and I’d want her to know that she is loved, and that there is at least one person who isn’t scared of her…”

Her head shoots back up, her eyes wide as they look to his again. Another gust of wind blows through the garden, the moon seeming to glow brighter above them as she marvels over him.

Her eyes, almost silver in the light from above, seem to only draw him in, his free hand moving to reach for her face. The crease between his brows comes back, as his eyes battle hers, leaning in closer.

He speaks now as if lost in a trance, “Besides, what’s a lifetime with one woman over an eternity with a goddess…”

Her eyes fall to his lips as they move steadily closer to hers. All at once, he claims them with his own, the softness of them consuming her as her eyes flutter shut.

A meteor shower erupts above as she reaches for the wrist of his hand at her face, attempting to keep him there longer as her lips glide over his.

The kiss is brief and all too fleeting as he withdraws again, remaining ever so close as his eyes scale her face. As if sensing the deep and ancient power that resides within her, he whispers a winded, “Who are you?”

[fall-or-fly]

continued from x

@helluva-hazbins

Apollo regarded the fallen angel, watching his expressions change in minute details that showed a myriad of emotions, each one as complex as the last. Something bordering on anxiety flitted upon the Morningstar's face, uncertainty perhaps... the signs of an underlying depression, which made itself known in many ways. He dealt with depression himself, he would know the signs as clear as day...even if he weren't a god, he would know. For he had once been mortal...and some part of him would always be.

Depression,anxiety, complex PTSD, Narcissism...and those were just what was going on in the man's mind...never mind the angel's physical form. But it was not his place to comment on such matters. And that wasn't why he was here, anyway. He'd invited the Morningstar out, and by the Fates he would deliver.

At the angel's sudden shift to excitement and joy, a smile brightens Apollo's face. Joy, as they say, is contagious...and given what he was witnessing? He was inclined to agree. Though he had not come with an actual plan, per say...

"Well I didn't come with a plan, unless you count flying by the seat of your pants and going where the winds take us to be a plan? Though I have a gift for you first. Call it a thank you for your willingness to continue correspondence..." from his satchel the deity procured a bottle of a lightly glowing, glittering liquid, golden in color. "Ambrosia." he explained "Among my people such a gift is intended to be a sign of good will and well wishes. From one god to another." the unspoken truth is that Apollo perceives the angel on equal footing to himself.

Perhaps that is why today his signature glow is more subdued, his eyes not having their usual glow, rather appearing a very human looking hazel green with flecks of gold.

[vagueandominousvibes]

I saw the OC Link generator @kate-m-art posted (art here | generator here), and I know I have lots of work to get done today, but it’s been a while since I wrote or drew anything sooo ... meet Aatto!

Some very quick world-building went into this: Aatto is from a small pre-Calamity village nearby Lake Mekar (not too far from Rauru Hillside). The village is protected by two deities, the White Sparrow and the Purple Hare, and as the village’s Lost Walker, Aatto is in their service. With their help, he was able to evacuate the village to the Lost Woods just before the Calamity struck, and the village has been living in limbo for a century now, more or less unchanged, as they wait for the world beyond to become safe again. 

(800-word draft of an opening of Aatto’s story below.)

When the world died, we hid. Its destruction was never ours. We swaddled our children and disappeared, soundlessly, into the fog that had curled along the edge of our consciousness for centuries. In the fog time loses its meaning. There is no tomorrow, beyond “the day of our return”, and there is no yesterday, other than “when we lived in the sun”. It is one long day, in which we sleep and eat and go back to sleep. We wait. We are safe.

I am Aatto. I brought us here. It is my sacred duty to oversee our safety.

When we lived in the sun, I was our village’s Lost Walker. I learned the whims of the forest beyond the water, and found the paths that would keep us safe. I carried the White Sparrow’s Bracelet, a sacred item, to be used only when our need was greatest. And on that day, it was.

At noon, the White Sparrow brought news: Hyrule Castle had fallen to its own evil. Before my mind’s eye, I saw many-legged contraptions —  Guardians — crest the hill above our village and rain fire down upon us. I saw raging inferno, and my partner and our daughter dead before me. In a field, far beyond my sight, the Princess and the Hylian Champion had failed.

I called for a meeting before the Shrine of the White Sparrow and the Purple Hare. I relayed the message. I promised safety. And as I spoke, the Bracelet glowed.

Perhaps that is what convinced them. 

We took what we could carry, and slowly gathered on the bank by the water. With the power of the Bracelet, my form changed. I became the avatar of the Purple Hare. Soundlessly, I led them across the water, and as night descended, our village lay abandoned.

———

“Dad?” It is late. My daughter should have been asleep long ago, but recently her dreams have been restless, much like mine. Streaks of purple have started to show in her hair. She has been marked as my successor.

“Hello.” I welcome her into my lap. She appears no older than when we lived in the sun. 

She nestles against my chest. “The White Sparrow showed me a cave and a boy sleeping in a pool. There was a korok there.”

“A korok?” I raise my eyebrows.

She nods. “It was planting a cherry tree in the boy’s chest. There were pink flowers everywhere.”

I hum. Within, I feel the Purple Hare shift. It is alert. Has been for a while now. Change is coming. “That’s a big vision.”

“Do you know what it means?” She looks up at me with large brown eyes. There is uncertainty on her brow. Fear.

I smile and kiss her forehead. “It means good things are coming.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Her head returns to my chest. “I miss the sun.”

———

When she falls asleep, I carry her back to our tent. My partner is sound asleep. I lift his covers and place our daughter next to him. Gently I touch his cheek. “Caro.” It is enough to wake him. He has brown eyes, the same as our daughter’s. Like hers, his hair is white. Neither of them were born in our village. Still, I took them in. They are now part of us.

Caro smiles. “Hi.” The warmth in his eyes could have thawed a winter.

“Hello.”

“Did she have another vision?”

I nod.

He sits up, carefully, so not to jostle her. “They are becoming more frequent.”

“They are.” Within, the Purple Hare turns its head. It is listening. “Promise me you will do your best to guide her through them.”

Caro stares at me.

I swallow. “Visions can be terrifying. If she is frightened, you have to be calm. Help her understand what she has seen. Do you understand?”

“You’re leaving.”

“The Purple Hare is moving, I have to  —”

“You’re leaving.” Caro’s eyes are wide.

“I am.”

“Aatto  —”

“Something is happening. Or about to happen. If I don’t go, the Purple Hare will take her instead.” I hope he understands. I need him to understand. “It has already marked her.”

Caro looks like he wants to say more. His jaws are tight. “Come back.” He swallows. “When it’s done, come back.”

I take his hands and kiss them. “I will.”

———

Although day and night don’t matter anymore, I know it has been a long time since we lived in the sun. Where before my skin was tan from long days outside, it is now pale. I know I used to have freckles. I don’t know if I do now.

I pack little: a bow, a hunting knife, rope, and a satchel of food and elixirs. The White Sparrow’s Bracelet is still on my arm. It won’t come off until I die. I pull my hood up. Within, the Purple Hare stretches its legs. It has rested too long. We are ready to move.

[bluboothalassophile]

hi! i just went on a binge of all your pieces and i loved them! you’re such a talent.

i saw you were taking requests so, post tvdu canon when all of the mikaelsons but marcel and hope (and maybe kol if he didn’t off himself after davina died) have passed.

Hello,

So I think this fits your request, just a heads up it's a bit angsty.

Last Three But Never the Last...

Hope stood with her uncle and cousin, alone, the wind rustled her hair a bit as they stood at the grave markers for their family. First was Freya, with Keelin, next to them was Finn, with a marker for his lover, Sage, then there was Uncle Elijah, he was beside mom, which was fitting, then there was Dad, next was Auntie Bex, and finally, the markers which were just buried, Uncle Kol with Auntie D. Part of Hope knew that Marcel had died with Auntie Bex, but he had stubbornly remained here with her, but with the promise that he would be able to go one day. Nik stood beside Hope with his girlfriend, a witch from the quarter, and it was quiet.

They had gathered here today because Auntie D had passed, and unbeknownst to anyone, Uncle Kol had the remains of one White Oak Stake.

“They both lived long lives,” Nik finally said.

“I know,” Hope murmured. Auntie D had lived to one hundred and fifty-nine, looking no older than fifty, she had found a spell to slow her life through some old school voodoo in the grimoires of Dad’s old witch, Gloria. Dad had hoarded the grimoires for Uncle Kol as a peace offering for when he let Uncle Kol out of a box. Davina had died because of a car accident, and when she died, so had Uncle Kol. It was tragic how in love they were, so in love they couldn’t live without the other, and it had Hope swearing off love for her eternity; she’d never let anyone mean that much to her.

Still, Hope’s one and only turned vampire was waiting for her, patiently, and Hope knew if anyone took her best friend away she’d willingly die like Uncle Kol had. It was a horrid, daunting reality.

“We should go,” Nik said and she looked at her cousin. His girlfriend, a fellow witch, was the mother of his three children, and she sighed.

“Yes, you should.”

“Don’t wait until the next funeral to come around, Hope,” Nik said as he hugged her. She hugged him back. Nik was getting old, with his kids and grandkids around him. Part of her envied his mortality to build a family, but he had never cut her out of his life. Even if he had purposely never gotten married or permitted his family to carry the Mikaelson name.

“I won’t, I’ll see you for Christmas,” she promised smoothly.

He examined her, with weathered old eyes so similar to his biological father’s, before he nodded, kissed the crown of her head and left, leaning on his cane, offering his arm to his girlfriend as they walked through the crypt. Hope now stood alone with Marcel who stared at the engraved names.

“One hundred thirty-three years ago, I had this exact crypt carved for her death,” he murmured.

“She was…”

“She was something,” Marcel smiled wickedly. And Hope looked at her uncle then; yes, she supposed now she could view him as a brother, but she also couldn’t, he’d always been there with Auntie Bex, never as just him.

“I’ll miss them,” Hope murmured honestly.

“I know baby,” Marcel draped his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Why does everyone we love die?”

“Because they’re Vikings, going for Valhalla is the end goal, always,” he murmured. “And one day, when Ragnarök is upon us, we’ll see them again.”

“You honestly believe in Ragnarök?” Hope snorted with tears burning her eyes.

“Nah, but they did, so… no reason not to if it gives us a chance to reunite with them,” Marcel said softly. “I like the hope of reuniting with them.”

“I do to,” she confessed with a watery, weak laugh. She liked it better than that farrier nonsense she had experienced when the deities were attempting to break reality, and losing Landon; who looking back upon her life was not an epic love, had been crippling at the time. “I just wish they had been able to live longer, so we weren’t alone for an eternity.”

“We are never alone, baby girl,” Marcel said smoothly. “If you but reach out, Hope.”

“I…”

“No. Modern twenty second technology might be at a loss for you, but pick up the telephone or the radio, or the holovids! Answer your damn mail, and stop isolating, you’re worse than Klaus about that.”

“I’ll… try,” she offered.

“Good, go be with your girl, I need… I need some time,” Marcel said. “I’ll call you tonight.”

“I’ll pick up.”

“You’d better,” he warned. She smiled tightly as she kissed his cheek and walked away. She saw Lizzie waiting against the car, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. The Heretic was Hope’s only true companion; especially after they had broken their sire bond, but Lizzie was also her most dangerous adversary when crossed.

“Hey,” she said meekly as she approached the tall blonde. Lizzie turned her piercing blue eyes on Hope and frowned a little.

“I know they were buried, but… are you holding up okay?” Lizzie asked.

“I’m… fine, I think, I will be,” Hope sighed as she came to stand beside Lizzie.

“Good.”

“I… I never thanked you for… Always and Forever,” Hope stammered.

“You’re my sister, more so than Josie ever was,” Lizzie admitted softly.

“Have you heard from Josie?”

“No,” Lizzie admitted. The other Heretic, Josie, was their greatest threat to life and living, Josie had been furious with them since they had turned her to save her a hundred and twenty years ago. And since then, Josie had been in league with Chloe seeking a way to kill them.

“We’ll find them, Kaleb and Chloe can’t hide for forever, and Josie isn’t patient.”

“I just…” Lizzie sighed and waved her hand before they got into their car. The hover cars were some of the best innovations of the twenty-second century in Hope’s opinion, though she still liked horses.

“We’ll either see her and get her to understand, or we’ll die trying.”

“She’s such a selfish brat!”

[artemis-and-athena]

Through Tartarus and Valhalla

Rose groaned as light began to stream through the cracked glass of her window rudely awakening her from her restless sleep. She stumbled around her dingy cell of a room haphazardly pulling on clothes as she went.

Her door was already unlocked and she hadn’t heard the guard come which meant she was probably late again. Rose dashed down the corridors towards the throne room hoping to get there before her absence became noticeable. She’d had one too many close calls this month as it was and Chaos was not going to be pleased if she showed up late again. Nyx was visiting today and she didn’t want to be injured for it.

As she drew closer, she slowed to a brisk walk so she wouldn’t appear too out of breath. She rubbed her hands on her uniform as she rounded the corner and entered the throne room, praying to whatever God had power of Chaos that she was feeling merciful this morning.

Chaos sat on her throne, her long hair braided into a crown on her head; the dark grey tips showing through the black veil she always wore in mourning for her long-deceased husband. When she let her hair down (literally, of course, Rose couldn’t remember a time her guardian had ever relaxed) it trailed metres behind her. Legends of old claimed she could use her hair like a weapon but she couldn’t imagine there was much truth to those stories.

“M’lady” Rose dipped her head in respect as she approached her throne. “I-”. Her words caught in her throat as she caught the glare on her boss’s face.

“Late again Rose. We’ve talked about this. I am very disappointed in you. What has gotten into you lately?” her tone held none of the kindness her words conveyed. She pointed to Rose’s current partner, Ariadne, and she couldn’t help but miss Lilly. It had been years now yet the memory was still painful. “She manages just fine and yet you continue to fail me. I will be sorting this later but luckily for you, Hecate is here today.”

Rose released a sigh of relief. She knew she would still be punished later but at least she wouldn’t have to go out on a mission injured again.

She glanced towards Ariadne and tried to force a smile. She didn’t dislike her per se, just hated this new cadet’s superiority complex and how Chaos seemed to prefer her even though she hadn’t even been out on a proper mission yet. She knew deep down inside that once upon a time that was her and that there was no point in harbouring resentment but she just couldn't help it.

The large doors to the throne room slammed open announcing Hecate's arrival to the virtually empty room. Her hair was dark blue today which did a lot more for her than the pale pink of the previous few months. The cloak she always wore billowed out behind her dramatically as she stalked down the long expanse of carpet that led to the throne.

Rose both loved and hated the days when she visited. Her presence often kept Chaos distracted and meant she could get out of certain punishments, which was particularly useful today. There had been news that one of Chaos’ spies had escaped her control, so Rose would take any opportunity she could to avoid her wrath. However, it had led to significantly worse situations for her on more than one occasion since she had to balance two powerful deities' unstable moods rather than just one.

“Your majesty, a pleasure as always. How are you faring?” Hecate’s sing-songy voice cut through her thoughts as she stepped up on the raised dias to stand beside Chaos’ throne. Rose was used to Hecate’s outlandish behaviour by now but Ariadne was openly gaping at the lack of respect she showed.

“Always the same since Ymir passed. I have told you many times that I would prefer it if you stopped asking since you know the answer” Chaos’ glare was enough to make Rose and Ariadne cower but Hecate remained unphased. Rose expected Hecate kept asking purely to annoy the virtually all-powerful deity. She honestly respected her but would never say that out loud fearing Chaos would find out.

“Any luck catching that run away-” Hecate trailed off as Chaos gestured to her agents but the damage was done. Rose's thoughts began to run wild. “The rumours were true! So it is possible to escape. I wonder how they did it.” But before she could wonder too much Hecate began speaking again as if nothing had happened. “Anyhoozles, I have a batch of potions for you and I need one of your useless pets,” Rose grit her teeth, “to dispose of someone for me.”

Chaos sighed, clearly bored of Hecate’s antics. “What happened this time?”

“That's none of your concern. All you need to know is that they live at this address,” she held up a slip of paper, ”Which one will you send then?” Rose quietly prayed it wouldn’t be her. She couldn’t deal with more innocent blood on her hands. She was more used to it than she used to be but on days like this, she couldn’t handle seeing the light leave another person's eyes.

“Hmmm. Officer Butterfly has been misbehaving lately, so I don't think I’ll give her the honour. My new cadet is yet to prove herself” Chaos turned to face Ariadne who wore a smug grin, thrilled to have been given the chance to ‘prove herself’. Rose knew this was just a glorified way of seeing if she deserved to live but couldn’t find it in herself to volunteer in her place. Hecate handed the folded paper to the overjoyed cadet. “Do not fail me, soldier. Oh and Officer Butterfly,” she glared down at the Rose who was trying her best not to appear too afraid, “You can dispose of the body. Show her how it’s done”

“Yes m’lady” She said nodding politely whilst internally cursing Hecate’s volatile nature. She knew the person she was being sent to ‘make disappear’ likely didn’t deserve it. Too many had already died from her and Chaos’ orders for one more to make much of a difference.

“Good. You are both dismissed.” They both bowed and left the throne room. Rose groaned as she walked down the corridor, Ariadne dashing ahead like an excitable puppy.

“Look, Ariadne. I get you want to look good in front of our boss, but please can you not make me look bad. She’s annoyed at me enough already” Rose said as she quickened her pace to walk beside her partner who huffed out a mocking laugh.

“I don’t make you look bad. You are just bad at your job. That isn’t my fault.” She laughed again. “I mean honestly you’ve been late three times this month alone.”

Rose just rolled her eyes and continued walking to the armoury. She needed to retrieve a body bag to go along with the daggers she always had on her. She wondered again what the poor soul whose body she’d be burning today had done to Hecate.

“It isn’t my fault you don’t take your job seriously,” Ariadne continued gloating whilst tying her long pink hair up as she walked.

“Shut up, will you? I’ve been doing this far longer than you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you are only a few months older than me.”

“I was eight when I first killed a man,” Her eyes widened in shock. “Don’t mess with me” Shooting her a look of pure malice she entered the armoury leaving Ariadne outside.

Continue reading here : https://archiveofourown.org/works/58626214

[chuuyrr]

hello! i have a request for gojo!reader :D what if we were having a spar with someone (but it’s a spar using no powers, just physical strength) and ofc gojo!reader is going to pop off, so imagine if we do that move that maki did in the jjk 0 movie 😭the one where she falls into the splits??! got me screaming and falling down my seat in the theater lmaoo

like that

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of violence, reader girlbossing, bsd men falling hard for you, dazai asking to be stepped on, chuuya blushing at you

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu x reader, nakahara chuuya x reader (separately with different scenarios)

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): like that - tobee maguire cover

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which they find their darling sparring with someone and pulling off a stunt that leaves them breathless

hii anon! thank you for requesting and for being patient!! honestly, if i wasn't with my dad during the movie, i would be screaming too. i was having a silent gay panic for maki in my seat. she's so badass i literally can't. 😭 ♡

before you read: instead of jujutsu tech, the organization you belong to is called heiwa which means peace and it's kind of like the special division for unsual powers and the military police of yokohama except it's for tokyo. i was supposed to write for fyodor too, but ideas ran out, and mostly because i haven't gotten to the decay of the angels in the bsd manga yet since im reading the yakuza's guide to babysitting & jjk.

dazai osamu !

it wasn't every day that dazai came to tokyo because he's mostly from yokohama, but when fukuzawa told him that he needed someone to pick up important documents from the higher-ups overseeing tokyo, particularly from you, dazai immediately beat ranpo to it, clearly eager to see you in your city.

it was a good thing the armed detective agency had decided to join forces with the higher-ups after the whole descendant of sugawara michizane fiasco. dazai wanted to be with you, not just see you. even though you're paired up with him almost every time by the organizations, the fact that you can't stay in yokohama doesn't help.

dazai is clingy with his belladonna after all.

dazai was in awe as soon as he arrived at your organization's location. heiwa. the structures were constructed in a traditional japanese architectural style. it was well hidden on the outskirts of tokyo, far and high in the mountains, so naturally, there are many trees around the property to further obscure the location. aside from nature, there were several deity statues, shrines, and torii gates in the area. the location was absolutely breathtaking and peaceful, but dazai knows you hated it here because of the elders who were part of the higher-ups.

"you're looking for gojo-sama, right?" one of the organization's staff that was touring dazai, inquired before momentarily glancing at him.

"yes, the armed detective agency has sent me to retrieve some important papers from [name]." dazai nodded with a smile.

"gojo-sama should be in the training grounds. she's often there, either mentoring or sparring with one of heiwa's members." the staff informed him.

dazai followed suit until eventually he came upon the grounds that the staff was referring to, and as soon as he spotted you, your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and just as he was about to intervene, he immediately halted. you were sparring with someone. no weapons or abilities at all as it seemed.

dazai has witnessed your previous fights. in fact, the first time he and everyone saw you, you were beating chuuya's ass, and if it hadn't been for him stepping in, his old twin dark partner would have been completely annihilated by your limitless ability.

today, however, was no exception. you easily countered your opponent's attacks and traded powerful blows. each move you made was sharp and precise, yet graceful in some ways, but the scene that followed left dazai's mouth agape.

you effortlessly did a split instead of simply landing on your feet just as your opponent found an opening to dive an attack in, assuming a landing after you had just performed a flip. taking your opponent and the audience by surprise, you thrust your leg over his bent leg, yanking him down quickly by tugging on his shirt and harshly flicking his forehead.

"congrats, you're dead. i win again." you remarked with a smirk.

"was that flick really necessary, gojo-sama?" your opponent yelped.

you were about to get back on your feet to stretch when you were interrupted by clapping. you turned your head in the direction of the clapping to see dazai staring at you with a lovestruck gaze; his eyes practically sparkled as he sauntered towards you, leaving behind the kind staff who had brought you to him to pull you up himself.

"dazai?" you blinked before grinning, "heya, what'cha doing here?"

"i came to see my belladonna." with a wink, dazai exclaimed, opening his arms for an embrace, which you accepted and easily melted into.

"don't forget about the documents. i know the president needs them, and you're here at heiwa for that," you said as you drew away, pinching his nose and scrunching dazai's face.

"yeah, yeah, but i really came here for you." dazai drew you closer to his embrace, muffling his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to hum happily and pat his back, "god you were amazing, darling."

dazai proceeded to plant soft open mouth kisses in your neck, oblivious to the staff and your sparring opponent's surprised looks and gasps of "is this your boyfriend, gojo-sama?!" which you simply grinned at.

"that was so hot of you just now, my pretty, pretty belladonna. seeing you fight is always a sight for me, you know," dazai said, pressing his lips against your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your skin.

"do you mind stepping on m—you immediately flicked his forehead in the same way you had done to your sparring partner, causing him to release you and let out a small whine as you softly chuckled and stuck out your tongue which dazai pouted at.

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya, your boyfriend, enjoys fighting, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his combat prowess and taking great pride in his status as the mafia's strongest martial artist. however, that title is now shared with you since you two got together and you became affiliated with the mafia despite being under the control of tokyo's higher-ups. chuuya was well aware of your skill in hand-to-hand combat, having almost been beaten by you when you first met him in that café to reclaim the documents you stole from the port mafia.

but don't bring it up with your boyfriend; he's still upset about it, remembering how you sat on him like nothing. you were hot, though, especially when you leaned in and whispered into his ear about how you were going to show off—yeah that's quite enough, chuuya. we understand that you are a simp.

chuuya admires and is very proud of you. he even brags about you whenever he has the opportunity. however, you being an expert combatant sort of upsets chuuya, because he wants to protect you with his strength as well, but he really admires your natural strength and independence. chuuya, in fact, enjoys watching you train, which is why he's overseeing your sparring with a member of the port mafia.

you weren't using your limitless ability; no infinity or weapons, and your six eyes were completely covered by a black blindfold you received as a gift from chuuya, implying that this spar was purely raw strength. you were landing several precise punches, kicks, and open-hand attacks. your combative style was aggressive and domineering, but it was elegant and a sight to behold in chuuya's eyes. in fact, he had never met anyone who fought like you.

you left chuuya and his subordinates, who happened to be your audience, breathless as he leaned against the room's wall and arms coolly folded across his arms as his men watched. you had just flipped to avoid your opponent's punch. while they all predicted you'd be hit because you were giving your opponent the opportunity to hit you once you landed, they were all wrong.

instead of landing on your feet, you extended your legs further, allowing you to perform a split on the floor and cleanly avoid being hit by your opponent. you easily overpowered him afterwards, yanking him down and punching him in the face with a triumphant smile glistening on your lips. chuuya's subordinates cheered for you and gawked at you.

your confidence and everything about you was so goddamn attractive. chuuya came sauntering towards you after you got up and helped your opponent up, handing him a handkerchief because his nose was bleeding. you turned to face your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a lovestruck expression.

"amazing as always, baby." chuuya's gloved hand intertwined with yours as he proudly kissed your knuckles, "you popped off yet again."

"of course, i'm the strongest there is after all." you winked at him as you drew your hand away and placed both hands on your hips.

"so, mind sparring with me this time?" chuuya softly chuckled before loosening his bolo tie and dress shirt by unbuttoned the first two buttons.

"are you asking to be pummeled, hun? or do you just want to see me pull that off to you this time, hmm?" you teased as you tipped your head to the side attractively.

chuuya's face flushed hot at your unexpected flirtatious remark. the gravity manipulator cleared his throat and drew his hat down to cover the growing dust of pink across his cheekbones, clearly not wanting his subordinates to see him in this state. chuuya's small reaction made you laugh.

you were always able to turn the tables on your boyfriend, and he was well aware of this. your personality was endearing yet so similar to his old twin dark partner, who was always the tease, but he preferred it when it was you. only you can make him feel these things.

"goddamnit, [name]." chuuya scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, "so, will you spar with me or not?"

"how can i deny my boyfriend?" you exclaimed as you squatted and began to stretch, causing chuuya to grin.

chuuya knows that when you start stretching before a fight, he knows you're serious and won't hold back, and he appreciates that. chuuya enjoys a good fight and can't wait to dance with you, knowing his subordinates are watching. he actually wants to see you pop off like that again, but this time with him upclose.

[momolady]

Bear the Goblin: Part Two

Bear returns in a story just as steamy as the last. She owes Moth some money, and she's willing to pay it back in a various manner of ways. Join Bear as she enjoys her time off.

Female Main Character/Monster x Multiple Partners

Part One

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I’ve always been a troublemaker, no way of getting around that. As a kid I would pick fights for seemingly no reason except I enjoyed the chaos of it. As I got older and mixed sex into it, I really became too much for my family to handle. After being kicked out, as they thought it would set me straight, I found my true calling in life with mercenary work. I also found a place that felt more like home than with my family. That place was the Granmouth Pub.

Now, don’t think I learned any lessons or anything, at the rotten core of my being I was an incorrigible troublemaker. I caused chaos and drama at the Granmouth just as much as anywhere in the world I went. The only difference was, at Granmouth I had a friend who understood me and allowed me to pay off my debts. Moth, in a strange way, was my guardian angel. Back when we first met he was stressed and anxious over some debt he owed opening up the bar. I offered my services to help him pay, and from there a beautiful friendship formed. From there, Moth willingly put up with me. Sometimes he even put up with me gladly.

Moth was nicknamed for the large birthmark on his face. The way it was shaped, covering his eyes and down his cheeks, it looked like a moth, even the splotches formed a pattern similar to the moths that hung around the torches at night. He was big though, so no one really messed with him about it. But underneath it all, Moth was a sweet guy. But I learned that you never pressed his buttons, or you’d really see what he was capable of.

“How long are you here for this time?” Moth was waking up, but only because I had gotten hungry and started sucking his cock. During my stays at Granmouth, Moth let me stay at his place in the cottage behind the pub.

I lifted my mouth from his monstrous cock, truly the biggest and best I’d come across in all my journeys. “You really know how to sweet talk don’t you?”

Moth scoffed and laid back against his pillow. He thrust his arm over his head while I continued playing. “I like sleeping in, and you always wake me up too early.”

“Mmm.” I dragged my tongue down his shaft, planting kisses until I reached his sack. He jerked, which meant he enjoyed it.

“Answer me,” he growled.

“I can’t think right now, your dick’s too big.” His hand then thrust into my hair and yanked me up. He forced me to look at him so I just smiled. “Just a few days, I’m never here long.” I yank my head so he pulls my hair and I moan, showing off a little.

Moth scoffed and let me go, letting me continue to feast upon his shaft. “You’re working today, don’t over do it first thing in the morning.”

“When have I ever overworked?” I giggled. I caught the first drop of precum onto my tongue, and I only grow more famished. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Moth watched as I raised up over him, showing off just how wet and needy my pussy was. He sighed and wagged his fingers, urging me to do what I wanted. “I never mind. Just as long as your tab is paid in full.”

I slowly took him inside me. I was wet and ready, but his cock was still massive. You’d think I’d be used to such a dangerous weapon, but somehow, taking Moth always felt like the first time. “You know I always do.” I tease myself with just the tip, letting those flared glans slip inside then rub against my clit.

“Are you really going to be traipsing off with this boys?” Moth hand settled around my hip, holding me but still letting me have my way.

“They’re young men,” I chuckled. “And sure why not?” I eased Moth in a little more, thanking whatever deity existed from making such a cock. “They seem like fun, and I can teach them everything I know.”

“Like how to tame their gag reflexes?” Moth laughed.

I slapped his stomach and he yelled. “From what I can tell, Spring has already taught them that.” I took more of his shaft, biting my lip as my inner walls ached.

“That fucking hurt.” He spanked my ass and I squealed with delight. “You half-pint slut.”

“That's the best you can do, big boy?” I wiggled my hips so he could see what he was doing to me. “You’ve fucked me more than anybody.” I finally was full of him, and there was still so much dick left.

Moth grinned. “You’ve still fucked more than me.” He rolled his hips, pushing as deep as he could before slowly pulling out. “And even then you still can’t take all of me.”

Biting down upon my lip I grinned at him. “You know what? I like that. It means part of you is still a virgin.”

Moth laughed, grabbing my hips with both hands. “Virgin killer.”

“If anyone is the killer, it’s your cock.” I dipped down, kissing his chest and belly while he thrust upwards into me. He rolled me onto my back, surprising me as he took the lead. He thrust harder, watching me spread for him. He snarled and pumped, thumbing my clit as he went.

We knew each other too well, had done this so many times we could share our revelry. His come was so viscous it wouldn’t budge from inside me. Usually, he’d lick it out, but today he left it. “It’ll be a surprise for your first customer,” he laughed.

“Maybe you just wanna knock me up, that it?” I taunted. I laid back in bed and sighed in bliss. Moth always gave me the best bang for my buck.

Moth kissed me, stroking my face as he did so. If I was a different person, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. I doubt I’d make a good parent. But if anything were to make me stop being a mercenary, then perhaps Moth would make a decent partner.

“You kiss like a girl,” I teased him. I smoothed his hair away from his face.

“You kiss like an ass.” He stole one more kiss. “Now get up, it’s time to work.” He pulled me from bed to go into the pub.

Tables and chairs had been busted, all of which I would pay for. Much in the same fashion I helped Moth pay off his debts when we first met. That little back room had seen me in a lot of compromising positions. If the walls could talk they’d probably tell me to close my legs. I went into the backroom, waiting for the first customer to show up. The deal Moth and I had worked out was simple, a customer would pay Moth and I’d do whatever they paid for. Moth got money, I got sex, it was great.

Moth came in and put a blindfold around my eyes then tied my hands up to the wall, smirking the entire time. “What’s this about?”

“Once you pay off a table, I’ll untie your hands,” he chuckled. “One you pay off four chairs, I’ll take off the blindfold.”

I laughed. “Jokes on you, I like this.” Moth kissed me, stroking my face like always.

“Enjoy.”

“What? Is someone here?” I could hear breathing once the door was shut. I struggled with my wrists bound, but I put on a smile. “Who goes there? What are you in the mood for? You wanna use my mouth? My pussy?” I licked my lips. “Maybe even my ass?”

I felt fingers between my thighs, they stroked along my slit, finding Moth’s seed to greet them. They’re fingers felt long a bony, but the skin felt very silky and nice.

“Don’t be nervous,” I giggled. “Talk to me, let me hear that sweet voice.”

Lips touched my cheek and I smelled a fragrant perfume. Soft skin, sweet perfume? Must be some rich fellow escaping a prudish wife. Their lips trailed down my cheek to my my breast. They bit and suckled, moaning as their fingers dipped further inside me. To my surprise I felt another set of hands, bigger and rougher than the first. They groped my ass and squeezed hard, moving my head as they pressed their cock to my cheek.

“Oh, so there’s two of you!” The cock shoved into my mouth and the man grunted in reply. They held my head, moving it as they liked. The first man was now between my thighs, their tongue licked gently while their fingers pushed inside.

The second fellow had a soft belly that my nose pressed into when he thrust. I wonder who they could be, the not knowing was really driving me wild though.

“I want to fuck her,” the first man pant. His voice sounded angelic.

The second snarled. “I’m almost done.”

“Well hurry, I paid for this.” The first pouted.

Beyond their bickering and the second’s thrusting, I heard the door open and close. Someone walked in and came in close, taking my hand and wrapping it around their cock. “I guess this will do,” he huffed.

The second pushed my head down as far as he could, nearly gagging me as he came. He stayed there for a moment before pulling away, allowing for the first one to get behind me and thrust inside. The third guy didn’t waste a second, taking my mouth to use. I loved it.

“She feels so good!” The first panted. His thrusts were weak, but anyone would feel that way after Moth. I squeezed snuggly around him to let him know I appreciated his sentiment. “I’ll come!”

The third man laughed. “She’s pretty good. I’ve had her a few times.” I recognized his voice, it was Facer.

After the first one finally came he and the second left. I was left alone with Facer who gently tapped his cock against my cheeks. “Those two barely left a dent, didn’t they?”

I licked my lips of the mess. “They got what they paid for. Now what did you pay for?” I chuckled. “Didn’t get enough?”

“Saarod hogged your cunt all for himself the other night. I wanted to try it.” He stroked his hands along my body as he walked around. He slapped his dick against my ass and chuckled. “Surprised you can even walk after all that.”

I wriggled my ass for him. “Y’all were easy. I’ve fucked my way our of dwarven mines that put up more of a fight than you.”

Facer’s nice thick cock slid in easily, but it felt so much better than that first man’s. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled in triumph. “Such a sweet cunt. No wonder Sarod hogged it. But now, it’s mine!”

“Your thick member ain’t bad either. It hits me right where I want it.”

Facer laughed. “I’ve been told I’m a good fuck. But let’s see what a real master thinks.” He thrust himself all in, sinking his strong fingers into my hips. He moaned deep in his chest, bucking his hips before pulling out and thrusting in again.

Another entered as Facer was fucking me.They shoved their soft cock into my mouth. Their pulse throbbed against my tongue. Their heat grew, revealing themselves to be a grower extraordinaire. Their length was remarkable, going down my throat and nearly making me gag for the first time in ages. They pulled my hair, forcing me to suck them. It was the most remarkable feeling, especially with my hands bound and eyes covered.

“Careful now, you may kill her,” Facer laughed.

“I don’t think she’s complaining,” a sultry voice spoke. “In fact, I think she’s enjoying me quite a bit.”

“She is tightening up around me,” Facer panted. “It’s making me want to come.”

I pushed myself back against Facer, slurping the long cock hungrily. Facer went harder, pushing me against the mysterious man even more. Both cocks twitched, but Facer gave in first. His fingers tugged hard on me, making me take him as deeply as I could. Panting and heaving, he pulled from inside of me. The long cock slipped from my throat and he chuckled. “I hope you left a mess for me.”

“I did,” Facer laughed. He shoved his sopping cock into my mouth, making me clean him up. “I’ll see you around,” he laughed.

I loved the taste he put in my mouth. I suckled hungrily, making sure every drop was gone. Once he pulled away I grinned from ear to ear. “Can’t wait to travel with you,” I laughed.

The mysterious man removed the bounds from my hands. “Nice fellow.” He moved me over to the table and bent me over it. His hands stroked down my back, spreading open my cheeks to look at me. “You’ve been busy already.”

“Do I know you?” I asked.

The mysterious man pressed that long cock inside me. “Don’t worry about that.” He spanked me and I yelled. He spanked again, rubbing softly before his hand clapped down hard again. His long shaft prodded deeply inside me. The mixture of it and his spanking made me begin to quiver all over. I came before he did, twitching and gasping on the table. He chuckled, flipped me over and slid inside again. He was taking his time, a truly strange occurrence during these trysts.

The door opened and closed again. I then felt someone kiss me, their tongue rough as it lapped over my lips. “Hello Prem,” I moaned.

Prem sighed as they kissed more, licking the inside of my mouth and over my teeth. Next thing I knew, they crawled on top of me. Their tongue lapped along my clit and the mysterious man’s shaft, and his balls sat against the blindfold.

“You’re a cute one,” the mysterious man chuckled. He pulled his cock from me and slid it into Prem’s mouth. “Yes, good boy.”

Prem’s cock was right on my lips, opening my mouth I licked his shaft. His hips twitched allowing me to take him into my mouth. The mysterious man’s fingers slid inside me and he sighed. “How lovely, I wasn’t expecting such a gift today.”

The mysterious man and Prem enjoyed each other so much, they stayed in the back room even as more came inside. They went off on their own while I was used as a toy for two more men who came in. Once they were done, Prem licked their seed from inside me while the mysterious man slapped his cock against my tits. Men came and went all day.

Moth removed the blindfold from me and I smiled up at him. “Took a while to pay for those chairs, didn't it?”

His eyes focused upon mine as he took a damp rag and cleaned me up. I glanced over, seeing Prem sleeping in the lap of who I assumed was the mysterious man. He looked like a tiefling, but he had no horns and his skin was dark gray. I whimpered as Moth cleaned up my slit.

“Sensitive?” he asked.

“A little. But it feels nice too.” I relaxed against the table. “Am I close to being done? I can take a few more.”

“It’s paid off,” he growled. “Your new friends put in a large sum, but they said they’d wait. Most of them, anyways.”

“What nice young men,” I chuckled. I reached up and touched Moth’s face. “Who's that guy over there?”

The mysterious guy chuckled. “Good question.”

“His name is True. he’s an old friend, came into town and wanted to meet you.” Moth kissed me. “Did you like him or something?”

I smirked. “Why? Jealous all of a sudden?” Moth’s fingers slipped inside me, causing a happy little moan to escape. “He’s got a nice cock.”

True gently moved Prem from his lap so he could stand. “Thank you, you've got a gift.” He kissed me then Moth, which caused a flutter in my belly. “No wonder you like her so much, old friend. I thought I was the only one who could take you.”

“Don’t tell me you and him?” You chuckled. “I would very much like to see that.”

“I bet you would,” True laughed. He helped me sit up from the table. His body was long and thin, the opposite of me and Moth. “But my new friend has me spent. I may need to go and take a nap before I partake again. I’m not as young as the rest of you.” He said as he gathered his clothes. He woke Prem who yawned sweetly and kissed True. “I’ll leave you two be.” He took Prem and left.

I stretched and yawned. “A nap doesn’t sound so bad actually.”

Moth chuckled. “I’m surprised you’re not starving.”

“I could go for a snack.” I smirked up at him. “Unless you wanna finish me off.” I leaned back and spread my legs wide open for him. “I know you want to.” I reached down, opening up my lips he cleaned for me. “Listening to me moaning all day, catching glimpses of me being used like a toy.” I licked my lips. “I bet you’ve had to stand behind the bar all day today to hide that monster erection from everyone.”

Moth’s lip curled as he looked at me. “Haven’t you had enough?”

I touched myself while he watched, slowly circling my clit. “Not until I’ve had you.”

Moth closed the door, opening up his pants just enough to pull his cock out. He took no time to thrust into me, and I loved it. He’d been pent up all day, just waiting for this moment. He was rough, but I didn’t care. His body, his voice, everything about him revived me. I could take on one last battle before I had to absolutely give out. He growled into my ear, biting my neck then kissing lovingly. I was weak in no time, eager to share our climax more than any other. It quaked down deep in my belly, ravaging me to where all I wanted was that final glorious moment. We laid there on the table, breathing hard. I felt dizzy, and for sure knew I needed to eat then. The table cracked and one of the legs gave in. Moth quickly scooped me up so we didn’t fall.

“Well, I owe you another table,” I giggled.

“Nah, this one’s on me,” Moth sighed. I thought he would set me down, but he kept his arms wrapped around me. I laid my head on his chest and smiled to myself. This is why I liked it so much here.

[koushisun]

Frozen Promises

Kaeya Alberich x GN!Reader (Platonic), no pronouns used for reader

WC: 6180—Angst with a Happy Ending

In which Kaeya made a promise he didn't keep.

In Khaenri’ah, they worship no god.

There is no watchful gaze cast upon them. No loving deity, no wrathful and vindictive god, no indifferent yet almighty being.

The people of Khaenri’ah live in a lonely exile, their anguished cries reaching the ears of no one but each other. Most dare not dream of redemption, of salvation from their dark and dreary corner of the world.

In Khaenri’ah, they dream only of dreaming.

A few, though, let their thoughts wander to better times and places. Better circumstances for themselves and those they love.

“Where would you go,” you whisper, “if you could go anywhere?”

Kaeya hums from his spot next to you. The two of you are lying on the hard ground outside, staring up at the inky black sky. There are no stars to light up the sky—only a few shining gems embedded in the ceiling above—and though you both know that there is an end to the vast firmament above you, you cannot help but stare at it in wonder. Being underground never was enough to suffocate your dreams.

After a moment, Kaeya turns to you and gives you a big grin. “If I could go anywhere… I would take you anywhere you wanted to go!”

Your chuckle only makes him smile more. “Well,” you say, “I guess we’re just going everywhere, then! Because I want to see it all.”

-

“Where are you going?”

The Cavalry Captain is snapped out of his thoughts by the stern voice of the Acting Grand Master. Just his luck to be noticed by the one person he was trying to avoid.

He spins around, giving Jean an innocent smile. “Why, I was just going out for a bit of air. Archon only knows what would happen if I stayed locked in my office all day.”

She levels him with an unimpressed stare, but Kaeya holds his ground. She breaks first, heaving a sigh and waving him off. “Fine. As long as you get your paperwork turned in by the end of the week, I don't mind.”

“You know I always do,” he chuckles. “Would you like anything while I’m out? Perhaps a treat from Good Hunter?”

Jean smiles but shakes her head. “No, no, that’s alright. If anything, I could also use a bit of a break.”

“Well, then, why don’t you join me? I had planned on heading to the tree at Windrise.” The offer is a genuine one, concern for the Acting Grand Master shining through unintentionally.

Kaeya knows how hard Jean works—her tireless efforts are one of the few things that keep Mondstadt running like a well-oiled machine. But, she hardly ever takes a break, so he isn’t holding out too much hope that she will take up his offer. Even more so now, with Lumine being a day or two’s journey away in Liyue. Jean has had a lot on her plate, even with the various captains taking some of her workload.

He is pleasantly surprised, though, by the falter in her resolve. “I… well, I suppose I could go out for a while. Just today, though, and not for long; I wouldn’t want to get too far behind on my work.”

“Of course.”

And so they go to Windrise.

The air is clear there, crisper than in the city proper. The various shops and houses tend to muddy the air a bit, at least when it’s not particularly windy out. Kaeya appreciates the breeze's almost sweet taste in Windrise, with the gentle swish of the leaves brushing away the anxieties that perpetually haunt his mind. He can’t help but wonder how long it will last.

The two of them stand silent in front of the grand tree until Kaeya can find it in him to speak up.

“Can I ask you a question, Master Jean?”

“How many times have I told you to just call me Jean when we’re not at work?”

“Very well then, Jean,” Kaeya laughs, “may I ask you a question?”

She nods, motioning for him to continue.

Kaeya lets his gaze drift out to the mountains in the distance. “Do you have any regrets?”

“Do you?” She asks quietly. The question is not meant to be harsh, yet Kaeya has to fight the urge to flinch at the words hanging heavy in the air.

The breeze at Windrise has never felt so suffocating.

Jean takes a few steps towards the statue of Barbatos, sitting at the base of the grand sculpture. “I don’t mean to pry,” she amends, patting the empty space next to her. “But I imagine if you’re asking me, you have a few of your own.” Her blonde hair floats in the wind, the light angling off of it in a way that makes her glow. The dark sadness in her eyes seems out of place.

“Of course, I have regrets, Kaeya. I don't believe a single person out there can truly say they are without any regrets. In fact, I think they make us… not stronger perhaps, but wiser. As long as I can keep moving and trying to be better… well, what else is there to do?”

“I see.” He avoids her burning gaze by watching a crystalfly glide on the wind, disappearing into the lush branches above. “Thank you.”

“If I may ask—” Jean presses on even as Kaeya’s expression quickly becomes guarded— “what is it that you regret?”

Kaeya’s eyes turn icy. An open book Kaeya is not, and one might think that he never will be. “Forgive my rudeness, but the details are not something that concern you.”

Jean smiles a bit and shakes her head. “Nothing to forgive. I shouldn’t have pressed.” Jean breathes deeply as she takes one last look at the tree she loves so much. “I believe I should be getting back to work. Thank you, Kaeya, for inviting me out. May Barbatos guide you.”

He can’t help but feel himself shrink a bit.

“And Kaeya,” Jean turns to look at him as she leaves, “for what it’s worth, I hope things work out for you. Really.” The words are warm, just as Jean always is. Always looking out for her friends.

He feels sick.

He doesn’t say anything.

-

“Make sure you keep us a secret, ok?”

Kaeya’s head tilts in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You wring your hands, too much nervous energy buzzing inside of you. “I mean everything. Khaenri’ah, me, all of it. I heard our parents talking and… they said people don’t like us. I don’t want you to get hurt, Kaeya.” You chew on your lip, almost like the words hurt to get out. “So don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“But… I can’t keep you a secret! You’re my best friend!” Kaeya nearly yells at you, and you hunch in on yourself a bit. His voice softens in response. “I can’t just pretend you don’t exist. I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Kaeya.” You whisper. His father tells the two of you it’s time to say goodbye. The coldness of his voice only makes you that much more desperate to keep Kaeya here with you, but you know that it’s a hopeless endeavor. So you settle for asking, “Will I ever see you again?” Your voice trembles, terrified of what you might hear in return.

Kaeya’s blue eyes burn with determination. “Of course you will! I’m not just leaving you here! I’ll come back for you. I promise.” His pinky interlocks with yours, and as such, your fates are sealed.

“You better.”

Tears blur the last glimpse you ever get of your best friend.

-

The last ten or so years have been quiet.

So quiet, in fact, that you can hardly recall what your best friend sounds like. His absence haunts you, as does the promise you two made all that time ago. The ghost of his smile, his laugh, his everything plagues the back of your mind, filling you with a maddening need to be anywhere but the desolate hell-hole you call home.

You think of the young boy who left you behind and wonder if he ever actually planned on coming back for you. You can’t help but wonder if maybe his promise, like the jewels embedded in the rock above your head, was nothing more than a shimmering illusion of hope.

With a shake of your head, you push those thoughts from your mind. You can’t afford to let go of him, not after all this time.

But maybe it’s time to take matters into your own hands. After all, Khaenri’ah has no god for you to call upon for answers or assistance. Which means the only person you have left to rely on is yourself.

And so you pack your things, leaving behind the only home you’ve ever known.

You don’t look back.

-

The way out of Khaenri’ah is dark and gloomy. Not at all like the cavernous space you grew up in, the walls of the tunnel creep ever closer to you, and you have to fight to make it to the soft light emanating from the end of the trail. The glow is different from the lights underground. The gems in the cave twinkle but provide no substantial light; you all rely mostly on torches to light your everyday life. Your eyes burn at the sunlight greeting your retinas for the first time, and you bring an arm up to shield your face.

“Oh wow,” you whisper. Slowly bringing your arm down, you are mesmerized by the hues that seem to color every inch of the world in front of you. The blues, the greens, it all seems so… bright. Suddenly the idea of returning home feels almost impossible.

(You wonder if maybe this is why Kaeya never came back for you.)

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you press forward in your search for your old friend.

After traveling for a few days, you stumble across what seems to be a statue of some sort of deity. An archon, if you had to guess, though you had never actually heard much about the Seven.

The elders of Khaenri’ah didn’t often talk about the Seven Archons, but what they did say was bitter and cold. They blamed the Seven for Khaenri’ah’s downfall and its current bleak state. You weren’t quite sure you agreed with that assessment, but could never find it in yourself to speak out against the popular view. Not that it mattered much now, though.

Based on the little you know of the current Seven, you’re pretty sure that this has to be a statue for the Geo Archon.

“It’s a beautiful statue, isn’t it?” A voice comes from behind you, causing you to jump with a start. You clutch your bag tightly and step away from the person, who seems to be a short blonde woman with a little… floating friend?

“Woah, hey,” she tries again, holding up her hands to placate you. “I didn’t mean to scare you! My name is Lumine, and this is Paimon.” The little fairy smiles brightly as she waves at you.

You give them your name a bit hesitantly. She looked nice enough, but you didn’t think it would be safe to let your guard down quite yet. “Um, about the statue,” you divert the topic back to the Archon looming over you, “it’s the Geo Archon, right?”

The woman’s floating companion answers for her this time, “Yup! Here in Liyue, most people call him Rex Lapis, but you might know him better as Morax!”

You nod in thanks, and Lumine returns your question with one of her own. “So, where are you from?” She raises her hands again when she sees the skeptical look on your face. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not from Liyue either. Actually, I’m not from anywhere near here at all.”

“How do you know I’m not from Liyue?” You’re sure you must seem highly suspicious but you simply can’t bring yourself to be particularly friendly at the moment.

Lumine glances at Paimon briefly before shrugging. “It’s your clothes.”

“My… clothes?”

“Your clothes are… well, they don’t look like they’re from Liyue, but also not completely out of place. Almost like, they could fit in anywhere, but also nowhere…. Sorry! That probably doesn’t make any sense,” she says, an embarrassed flush covering her face.

“No… It’s, um, fine, really.” You understand her logic, and to be honest, it’s not that far off from the truth. Your clothes were plain— understated and unassuming. But there was a unique sort of flair to them, little details that made them different from the rest of Teyvat’s fashion. You supposed that was to be expected. “So, where are you from, then? You said earlier that you’re not from Liyue either.”

Lumine shuffles awkwardly for a moment before coming to some sort of silent agreement with Paimon. “I’m a traveler; I don’t really belong to one nation or another. So far, I’ve been to Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma. There’s… been a lot going on recently.”

“Oh, like what?”

Surprise grows on her face but Lumine quickly tamps it down. You instantly know you made a huge blunder, but resolve yourself nonetheless. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard,” she says, before continuing, “I’d be happy to tell you all about it! But, this might not be the best spot….”

Paimon speaks up, and you startle a bit, nearly forgetting the fairy was there. (Or did she disappear for a moment and only just now reappear? It’s hard to say.) “Why don’t we head back to Liyue Harbor! We can show you around, and you can even try some of the local food! Oh, Paimon loves Wanmin Restaurant! What do you say?”

You can't help but smile a bit at Paimon’s obvious love for food; her eagerness is contagious, and despite your reservations, you accompany the pair to Liyue Harbor.

-

Liyue Harbor is nothing like you expected. The golds and reds scream for your attention, and the smell of cooking food invades your senses. You can smell the spices a mile away, the strong aroma trying its best to lead you to the various stalls. Music floats through the air, from where exactly you can’t tell, and you nearly stop in your tracks just to hear more of it.

Everything is just so different from Khaenri’ah. You like it.

Paimon earnestly rushes you and Lumine over to Wanmin Restaurant, and the three of you quickly order your food, eager to eat the steaming dishes. The chef on duty, who you learn is named Xiangling, gladly serves you up a variety of traditional Liyuean dishes—with her signature flair, of course. Lumine leads you to a more secluded seating area near the building, not too far from the main plaza but quiet enough to chat comfortably.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you say. “I really appreciate it.”

Lumine waves off your thanks, not unkindly, and smiles. “It’s no problem! Besides, you seem pretty nice, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

The two of you eat quietly, only the sound of Paimon’s chatter filling the silence. The food is hot, both in temperature and spice. You can feel it warm you from the inside out.

“Xiangling is a master at spice, isn’t she?” Paimon says cheerfully. You nod in agreement, and you’re sure your excitement shows on your face. It wasn’t often you got to eat anything that wasn’t potatoes or some other starch or root vegetable, so you’re certainly savoring the moment.

“This is probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten!” You grin at the two companions before returning to your meal. “Though, I was a little scared to try the slime candies she offered us.” You shiver a bit at the memory of the various candies she had shoved in your hand, most of which you would guess to be inedible. You had ended up shoving them in your pocket for later. Though, you would probably end up tossing them to some birds or something. Archons bless whatever animal was brave enough to eat them.

“Don’t mind Xiangling’s… ah, experiments. She’s a great chef, but most people know to stick with her more tried-and-true dishes,” Lumine laughs.

Once the food is finished and plates returned to the restaurant, the three of you set off towards the harbor. As the sun begins to set, you marvel at the orange blaze of the sky above you. Lanterns flicker around you, and their soft glow reminds you of the torches your people used to light their homes. Fire was not as commonplace in Khaenri’ah as it seemed to be here, where the light surrounds you on all sides. It makes you feel both safe and incredibly out of place.

After living so many years in the dark, you aren’t quite sure what it means to live in the light.

“Hey, Lumine?” You catch her attention at the top of the grand staircase at Feiyun Slope. Lumine and Paimon are a few steps below you, but you still hold her gaze as you ask, “Could I ask you for a favor?” She tilts her head in a silent cue to keep talking. “I was wondering—since you’ve traveled so many places—if you might be able to help me find someone. I… I’m looking for an old friend. Someone I haven’t seen for many years at this point. And I know it’s presumptuous of me to assume that you might know him or have even heard of him during your travels, but I thought it might be worth asking.”

Something in Lumine’s face softens at the mention of your search, and the genuine distress on your face makes her response come with no hesitation.

“Of course, I’ll help you. I can’t make any promises, but I know what it’s like to look for someone you hold dear. I probably understand it better than anyone.” Her resulting chuckle sounds bitter, but you can’t blame her. “So, tell me whatever you can about him, and I’ll see what I can do!”

You thank her as you continue your journey, telling her whatever you can about Kaeya. Recognition begins to flicker in her eyes the longer you talk about him. It spurs you on in your descriptions, even slipping in a few childhood memories in your excitement.

“There was this one time we were pestering a really tall blonde guy who would come visit the village occasionally, and he was getting really annoyed with us. Pretty sure we tried to snag his mask at one point, but obviously, it didn’t work since he was like, at least a foot and a half taller than us!” Your laughter rings out, and Lumine can’t help but smile at your joyful expression. “Oh man, and then Kaeya tried to climb him, but he almost pulled the poor man’s pants down! I’ve never seen the two of them look more mortified!”

You don’t notice Lumine is no longer at your side until you go to start another story and see that you’re alone. Turning around, you see her standing there with an excited smile. You quickly calm your nerves and take a few quick steps to rejoin her.

“Did you just say your friend’s name is Kaeya?” Paimon beats Lumine to the punch, but she doesn’t look at all upset about the interruption from her friend.

“Oh,” you pause, only slightly unsettled by their eagerness. “Yes, I did. Did I not mention that before?”

“Nope!” Paimon continues. “But it’s a good thing you did! Because now we know exactly who you’re talking about!”

“You do?”

Lumine grins and slings an arm around you. “Looks like we’re going to Mondstadt next!”

-

Leaves crunch under your feet as you approach the gates of Mondstadt. The journey was faster than you expected, though, after your initial trip out of Khaenri’ah, you think most others would feel easy. Lumine and Paimon stand a bit ahead of you, having asked them for a bit of space to think. They kindly obliged, Lumine nudging the small fairy away from you and the obvious dark cloud hanging over your head.

Your bare forearms press into the gritty stone of Mondstadt’s bridge. The rough texture is the only thing keeping you grounded as your thoughts threaten to pull you back to the dark confining walls of Khaenri’ah. The morning sunlight bouncing off the water is not enough to chase away your dark thoughts, but it certainly helps.

While you’re ecstatic that you managed to find someone who knows Kaeya, you feel yourself growing nervous at the thought of meeting him again. You still don’t understand entirely why he never returned. You had never expected him to return for good, or even very soon, but you had always hoped that he would show up one day and take you away with him. Those hopes were obviously in vain.

You can’t even be sure he’ll recognize you. Will you recognize him? Or will ten years of separation render you nothing more than strangers who share a homeland?

“Hey, Lumine?” You call out.

She turns to you, responding, “Everything ok?”

“How well do you know Kaeya?”

Lumine pauses for a moment, thinking. “I’d say I know him pretty well at this point. Why do you ask?”

The cool breeze coming off the lake rustles through your clothes, and you shiver a bit. “Will he want to see me? I can’t say I know him very well anymore, and I don’t know what I even want his reaction to be when he sees me.”

“What exactly happened between you two?” The question is a simple one, yet you still feel at a loss for words. The answer lodges in your throat, burning like a lump of hot coal.

“I don't know,” you finally manage to whisper. “He made a promise. But that doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”

Lumine’s eyebrows furrow in concern, Paimon looking nervous as well. “What did he promise you?” The pure grief in your eyes startles Lumine. You look… broken.

“He promised he would come back.”

Two pairs of warm arms envelope you as your tears fall and mix with the freshwater of Cider Lake below you.

-

“Hello, dear brother.” Kaeya saunters into the tavern, an unsurprising sight for Diluc at this hour.

“Kaeya.” Diluc gives his brother a short nod, sliding him a Death After Noon.

If you ask anyone in Mondstadt, Diluc and Kaeya are like cats and dogs. Never getting along, never able to work together. And they would be right. Mostly. For, despite all their misgivings about each other, they are still brothers. And even the most vicious of words would not deter them from keeping a close eye on the other.

Which is precisely why, when Lumine shows up in his tavern with a mysterious “friend,” Diluc does not immediately direct them to where his brother sits on the second floor.

“Diluc!” Lumine waves as the three of you walk into Angel’s Share, and you take in the lively atmosphere. People are drinking and singing, presumably having just gotten off of work and letting off some steam. A bard performs in the middle of the room, riling up the crowd with every strum of his lyre. The energy is almost magical. You manage to pull your attention away from the scene and introduce yourself to Diluc. At the mention of your name, his grip on your hand tightens slightly before quickly retracting back to his side.

“It’s you.”

You look at Lumine, but she has no answers. “Um, I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Your brows furrow slightly in confusion when he doesn’t immediately answer.

“Lumine,” Diluc turns to your new friend, “would it be alright if I borrowed them for a moment? Feel free to mix a drink while you wait; it’ll be on the house.”

She simply nods, and you hesitantly follow Diluc out the back door of the tavern. He pulls out a chair for you at a small table on the side of the building. You sit across from him, patiently waiting for him to say something.

“May I ask why you wanted to speak with me?”

“You’re from Khaenri’ah.” His words are not accusatory more than they are a simple statement. His face gives away nothing, but you don’t feel all that threatened by him.

“And so what if I am? Will that be an issue?”

Diluc crosses his arms, studying your face. “It’ll only be an issue if you make it one.” After a moment, his face softens. “I know you and Kaeya were friends. He talked about you often when we were kids.”

You curse your friend under your breath. “He promised me he wouldn’t. It was foolish of him to go telling people things like that.”

“You don’t need to worry about his ability to keep a secret. He seems to have a real knack for it.” He sighs. “Besides, my brother isn’t really known for his openness. I highly doubt he’s mentioned you to anyone else.”

“Wait a second,” you sit up straight in your chair, interest piqued. “What do you mean by ‘brother’? Kaeya doesn’t have any siblings, and if he did, they certainly wouldn’t look like you.”

Diluc smiles. “I don’t imagine you know much about his life in Mondstadt?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and for a moment, it reminds you of Kaeya.

“No, I don't.” You fail to keep your bitterness contained at the reminder that you no longer know your best friend. Your only friend.

“Forgive me; I don’t mean to offend,” Diluc says. “Let me catch you up to speed.”

You listen to his story quietly, unable to picture everything but intrigued nonetheless. You laugh at their childhood antics, and you weep silently at the death of their father— a kind man who seems to have treated your friend better than his birth father ever had. Anger bubbles up in your heart at the tale of Kaeya and Diluc’s falling out. You can’t help the glare that you give Diluc, though you know that you won’t be able to stay angry at him. He clearly cares for Kaeya, his brother holding space in his heart despite everything that has happened.

Diluc finishes his story with a sigh. “Kaeya should be upstairs. But if he doesn’t want to talk to you, then I ask that you leave him be.”

“Sure.”

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It’s obvious Kaeya doesn’t recognize you. Or, if he does, he’s doing a damn good job at hiding it. His one icy blue eye is tracking you as you make your way across the upper floor of the tavern. Your old friend sits in a shadowy corner, out of view from the rowdy patrons below and away from the more sullen patrons lingering nearby.

He makes no objection when you motion to the chair opposite him, and he sends you a smile that is both unnerving and charming all at once. It feels fake. It feels so unlike the bright kid you once knew—the kid who would run around the caverns with you, playing silly pranks on the elders and sneaking a little extra food to share at night. And you know that kid is in there somewhere; the spark you remember so well is surely still present. Maybe it’s hiding behind his eyepatch, or maybe it's under the layers of leather, feathers, and fur that he adorns himself with, but you know it’s in there somewhere.

It has to be.

“First time in a place like this?” His question catches you off guard, your attention snapping away from his flashy outfit and up to his face. You situate yourself in the worn wooden chair, the creaking beneath you just a bit concerning.

You’re not sure what to say to Kaeya now that he’s right in front of you, so you settle for a half-assed, “Yes, it is. My first time in Mondstadt, actually.” The ensuing silence is uncomfortable, but you imagine Kaeya isn’t put off by it in the least.

Minutes pass. Nothing is said; you simply watch him, and he watches you in return. Your drink only does so much to help you pass the time. You would give anything to know what he’s thinking right now, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for some reason. You don’t even know where to begin.

“What do you know about Khaenri’ah?” You’re surprised when the silence is broken before realizing you were the one who spoke. You don’t know why that question, in particular, escaped you, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“Khaenri'ah, huh? Now that’s a question I don’t hear often.” Kaeya raises an eyebrow at you, his icy blue eye pinning you in place. “The legacy of Khaenri'ah is long gone; the sinners are all that's left, and they're not worth mentioning.”

Your heart drops, and you can’t help the disappointment and betrayal that shows on your face.

“I see.” Even with the confusion and sadness gnawing at the back of your mind, you feel a bitter laugh rip its way out of your throat. “I suppose I should plan on visiting the Cathedral, then.”

“Why?”

Mouth set in a tight line, you reply, “I’m a sinner; you said so yourself.”

Liquor runs over the table, dripping onto the floor. The unsealed wood turns dark under your fingers, and you quickly grasp the fallen ceramic cup, placing it gently on the now-stained table.

Kaeya sits still. His breathing is even but light; you might not even notice it were you not watching him so closely all this time. “You,” he starts, his voice a raspy whisper, “you’re not supposed to be here.”

And doesn’t that just break your heart.

“I can go if you’d like.”

“No!” He grabs your wrist as you start to stand, pulling you ungracefully back down into your chair. His hand shakes, though his grip is iron-clad. He runs colder than you remember.

Seems like a lot has changed since you last saw him.

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Kaeya is not often at a loss for words. He’s known in Mondstadt for his sweet-talk— honey-coated words carefully picked and crafted into flattery that would lower anyone’s guard. The Cavalry Captain can talk his way out of any situation, even if he would prefer to just fight it out at times.

So it’s an unsettling feeling when everything he wants to say—everything he needs to say— feels wrong.

“I’m sorry, I just”—he reluctantly lets go of your wrist—“I didn’t mean it like that.” He stares at you, the silence growing heavy. He realizes you must be waiting for him to say something, so he grasps for words to give you, inadequate as they may be. “I’m happy to see you again,” he says.

Your brows furrow slightly, and he worries you don't believe him. “I am… happy to see you too, Kaeya.” You look away from him. “Mondstadt is a beautiful place. I can see why you would want to stay here.”

And he knows what you’re really saying. He hears the unspoken question masked by your friendly words. He knows what you’re asking him because he’s asked himself the same question a million times over the past few years.

Why didn’t he ever go back for you?

“It is.” He says lamely. “I really do love it here.” He moves, and his clothes clink quietly, the metal accessories glinting softly in the dim tavern light. Sounds of music float up from below, Venti somehow managing to keep the crowd’s attention all this time. He’s sure the bard has probably had one too many drinks tonight. Kaeya looks at his spilled drink in dismay; he could really use some liquid courage right about now.

“Do you really think of us that way, Kaeya?”

Your question catches him off guard. “What? Think of you how?”

A dry chuckle escapes your lips. “Of course, you already forgot.” He can see you gripping the sleeves of your coat, wrinkling the worn fabric. “As sinners. You said we were sinners and not even worth mentioning. Is that really how you think of us?”

His silence is more telling than anything he could’ve said.

“I see.” He reaches for your hand again, but you pull it out of reach. “No, it’s— it’s fine, Kaeya. I get it. Really, I do. You got out. You were the one who got to leave, and even with all the shit you’ve had to go through out here, it’s still better than whatever was waiting for you back home.” You shrink into yourself as you continue, “I know we weren’t enough—that I wasn’t enough—to make you want to come back, and that’s fine. I’m not—I’m not mad, Kaeya. I promise you that much. But I just need to know”—your voice breaks, and with a start, he realizes you’re crying—“if you even missed me.”

Your words sting as if he’s been slapped, and his stomach churns in a burning sickness. “Of course I missed you! How could I not?” His chest feels tight. “I can’t ever go back home. I can’t do it. Mondstadt is where I belong now. I have a life here; I have family. I couldn’t just leave all of that, and besides,” he sighs, “I had a mission. You know that. And I don’t care about it anymore; believe me, I don’t. But after a while, it just felt… wrong to go back. Do I even have a place there anymore?”

You cut him off with a slam of your fist. “Of course, you have a place there! You always did! And even if you didn’t want to stay, you know I would’ve left with you! So I just don’t understand why you broke your promise!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No.” You take a breath. “No, it’s okay. I’m just a little confused, I guess. I don’t really know how I’m feeling right now.” You grab Kaeya’s empty cup just to have something to fiddle with. “It’s been ten years, Kaeya. And I still remember you as that happy kid who used to run around with me, just being stupid and having fun. Neither of us stayed the same, and that’s not a bad thing. That’s just life. But I missed you. I still miss you.”

This time, when he reaches for your hand, you let him take it. He holds it gently as if you might shatter and disappear if he’s not careful. “I don’t have a lot of regrets.”

“Kaeya, it’s—” You try to interrupt, but he presses on.

“No, listen to me.” He holds your gaze as he continues, “I don’t have a lot of regrets, but I will always regret not going back for you. You hear me? I never once forgot about you. And even if I was too much of a coward to face you again, I am happy you found me. You did what I never had the guts to do.”

He feels your warm tears drip onto his hand. He hopes that they can wash away the mistakes of his past.

“I just missed you so much,” you cry, pulling his hand closer to you. He stands, quietly reassuring you he isn’t going anywhere. Kaeya crosses to the other side of the table and pulls you into his arms. Neither of you care about the lingering looks the other tavern goers are giving you; none of them matter in this moment.

The only thing that really matters is right in front of him. And this time, he’s not leaving you behind.

-

One Week Later

“So, you’re staying in Mondstadt?” Lumine asks. It’s a sunny day; the breeze is steady, and the clean air is refreshing.

You smile brightly, a new coat on your shoulders, courtesy of one Cavalry Captain. “I am. Kaeya and I have a lot to catch up on, after all!” You seem a little sad when you say, “Our relationship isn’t the same as it used to be. It’s been a long time, and as much as I’d like to pretend that nothing has changed, that’s simply not true.”

Paimon floats up to you. “That’s not a bad thing, though, is it?” Her eyes shine with worry, and you pat her head to comfort her.

“Don’t you worry about us. We’re both working through things, but we’re doing it together. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I’m ready.” You look around at the shops lining the street and notice Kaeya waiting for you at the top of the steps at Good Hunter. He waves to you, and you raise a hand in return. “And who knows”—you look amused—“maybe I’ll even get Kaeya to visit home with me.”

Lumine is relieved to see you so happy. She knows what it’s like to be separated from someone you love, and it gives her some hope to see you as you are now.

Because you really are happy. And Kaeya is too.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.