#yue x reader

[tikitsune]

Yukito [or Jullian for all you Dub people] and Touya as lovers  (Separate and together)

Warnings: None, minor angst if you squint.

Note: ah yes. My two (technically three) first ever manga/anime crushes. Love these boys to death.

Pretty sure Yue started my liking for stoic boys with white hair (Sesshomaru, Killua Zoldyck) or just people with white hair in general (Tengen Uzui, Mirajane Strauss, Kanade Tachibana).

Yo, I literally just found out that Yukito is Touya’s actual boyfriend and I've just been shipping a canon relationship for years now. When I first read the manga, I was like ok but they would be cute together. Then I saw that one specific episode and went, “Yeah, they are idiots in denial.” Then I find out they are canonically boyfriends and… WHAT?! MY SHIP IS LIKE CANON!!!! Both of them actually but like eh… I’m a multishipper.

Anyways enjoy!!!

Tsukishiro Yukito (I’ll get to Yue in this too):

Yukito is first and foremost a gentle lover. His love for you is bright and everlasting. Once he latches onto you, you are never getting out. (Unless you want to. In that case, he is sad to see you go but is happy for you. Then again who would want to leave this bundle of sunshine.)

He’s the type to put you on the inside of the sidewalk and protect you.

He likes to have a hand on you at all times. His favorite being around your waist or just holding hands.

If you like food, he’ll get you some. He likes food so you can take some from him as long as you leave some for him. He’ll always bring plenty of food so you can take some and there will still be enough for him.

When you hang out with him, it’ll likely be in his house or in a peaceful setting. Yukito is all about comfort. If you feel uncomfortable, he will do his best to get you out of the uncomfortable situation.

Yukito is one of the more popular people at your school, meaning, more often than not, he is an object of some people’s affections. If someone confesses to him during that period in which he was not dating you, he would turn down any confessions (unless it’s you or Touya but we’ll get to that later). If someone confesses to him while you’re dating, he will turn them down with a slight look of disbelief because he is openly dating you and is happy with you.

Segue from that, as i have said, he is the object of people’s affections meaning jealousy. (You’re in highschool after all) You have had multiple people corner you and say you’re not good enough for Yukito and will threaten you not to tell him. They would never do it around him but he will know. As ditzy as he presents himself to be, he is, in fact, rather perceptive. He will notice that you slowly start to pull yourself away from him and he will reach his hand out to grab you. You are not escaping him.

“Darling? Is something the matter? Something bothering you?” He asked gently.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, Yuki.” You gently pull your sleeves down covering the matching bruises from an earlier confrontation.

Yukito notices and gently pulls your arm out and pushes your sleeves back. His eyes widen slightly at the sight before anger begins to show. “How long?” He asks gently, voice soft, letting you know that his anger wasn’t directed towards you.

It does little though as you burst into tears. “I’m sorry. They wouldn’t stop. They cornered me, threatened me. Never got physical before today. I’m sorry I didn't tell you.”

Yukito only brings you into his embrace and pets your head. “Shush. It’s alright, Darling. It’s okay. You’re okay. They can’t hurt you anymore, I'll make sure of it.”

From that day on, he hasn’t left your side for long. He already walks with you, Touya and Sakura to school and walks you home so there was no way there. If he does leave, he leaves you in Touya’s care because he knows that even if you are not dating Touya, he’ll take care of you for Yukito.

As for Yue, when you first found out about him, you and Yukito were hanging out at Touya’s house. Touya had to leave for one of his jobs for a bit, promising to be back soon. You were going down to get some drinks for you and Yukito while you wait for Touya to come back. You enter Touya’s room to see Yue and Sakura conversing. While you do love Yukito, you learn to love Yue as well. Like Canon!Touya, you treat Yue differently from Yukito but still love him nevertheless.

A bit of spoilers here:

When Touya gave up his ability to see things, you asked Yue to take from you as well and thus Touya retains some of his ability to sense when Sakura is in danger and Yue now draws from your locked away magic energy. Not like you were using it anyways.

Spoiler is done.

Yue is very protective of you. You don’t see him often, mostly when you are with Sakura but he is a part of your Yukito and that means loving him as well.

Early on, you learn that Yukito and Yue are two separate entities. (If I had to compare it to anything. I would compare it to DID or twins, to a certain degree). Yue is different from Yukito in the way that he protects you. While Yukito is one to hold you and gently caress all your worries away, Yue will hold you in his arms protectively, his wings adding another shield. His hold reassures you that you are safe and that he is protecting you.

Of course, you can see a bit of Yukito in Yue and a bit of Yue in Yukito. Both share the need to protect and comfort you. If Yue can’t appear because you are at school or in public, then his intentions are sent through Yukito. If you are being protected by Yue for whatever reason but need comfort, you can feel Yukito comforting you. (That’s why I kinda compare it to DID. Each alter’s little quirks or habits leak into whoever is fronting even if they didn’t have those habits before. That is what is used to create the person that the outside world sees.)

Yukito is your gentle lover and Yue is your strong lover.

Kinomoto Touya:

Much like Yue, Touya is very protective of you. He loves you with all his guarded heart and likes to keep you there. He is on the taller side of the student body so he likes to tower over you.

He’s the type that will open any door for you, car door, school door, shop door, even your own home door. Just give him the keys.

He’s not very into physical contact but you can be sure that he will be looming over you protectively. He will, of course, wrap his arm around your shoulder or link your pinkies together.

He works quite a bit, for his family even if they don’t know it, so he would love it if you showed up to each workplace to support him. If you could, of course. If not, don’t worry about it.

When you hang out with Touya, it’ll be at one of his many workplaces, when he’s on his break. (In which he will also apply his employee discount if those exist in said workplace.) If not there, then at home in his room. With Sakura being busy with school, the house is kinda just quiet. Just the way he likes it.

Like his canon boyfriend, Touya is seen as one of the more pinned after males. People like him for his strong nature and his dashing looks. (Some don’t care about his personality or even like it, apparently. That’s me. I’m some people.) He could care less about confessions. If it’s before y’all are together, he’ll decline by simply walking away. When he is dating you, he will actually verbally acknowledge the confession as something he is not interested in. He has you after all.

Like Yukito, there will be people fighting you for his affection. Unlike Yukito’s “admirers”, Touya’s “admirers” are not afraid to get physical. Like somewhere in their minds, they have all collectively agreed that he likes a partner who can fight. Maybe you can, maybe you can’t. Either way, you always end up with a couple bruises, ones that Touya takes notice of. He is kinda like the strong silent type so instead of confronting you, he will trail after you.

This was one of the times that Touya was away from you. One of his group members, who was most definitely in on this, had called him over. He had promised to be back soon, but that little window was enough for a group of three girls, your usual terror group, to come and confront you. They dragged you by the hand away from the open. “Heh. You think you’re enough for Touya?”

“Yeah. I am.” You said confidently, already ready to defend yourself, should you need to.

Suddenly you eased up and smiled. The three girls stared at your eased expression in confusion. “Is something wrong here?”

At the sound of his voice, all three whipped their heads around. “Touya! Uh nothing’s wrong! We were just…uh…”

Touya only stared at them before making his way over to you. His arm came around your shoulder pulling you to his chest. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” He kissed your forehead before leading you away from the group.

He already doesn’t leave your side as much but when he does, he makes sure that you are with Yukito or are in his eyesight. You normally walk to his work with him or to his house if he doesn’t have work so there is no time for confrontation there.

Together:

Now here is where most of my initial brain rot came from.

I would like to think that you and Yukito were officially together first. Touya was just your boyfriend’s best friend (that you secretly also had a crush on) until Yukito came to you one day saying he had feelings for Touya, in which you told him you did too. Together, you and Yukito researched the idea of polyamory and came to the conclusion that you were both poly. After that, the two of you started dropping hints as to the idea of it.

Touya eventually picked up on it and well, he could hope. On his side, he had liked Yukito for as long as he could remember. Then came the added variable of you. You had weaseled your way into his life and heart. Now he was stuck with the predicament of liking two people at once.

Unlike the two of you, he didn’t do any research and was just fighting with himself about this conflict. When the two of you started dropping hints as to wanting a relationship with him, he felt even more conflicted and just straight-up confused. Which led you to this:

You, Yukito and Touya were once again sitting in Touya’s room. Your head was in Touya’s lap and your feet were in Yukito’s. It was one of the few days that Touya didn’t have to go to work and Sakura was still at school with (what i can only assume as because i don’t exactly remember) colorguard practice.

You were scrolling on your phone, Yukito had his computer on your legs and Touya was doing something on his phone. “Hey… Uh…”

At the sound and tone of Touya’s voice, you turn off your phone and set it down. Yukito stopped typing to look at Touya. “Yes, Peach?”

Touya scrubbed a hand over his face. He hated and loved that nickname. It was derived from his first name and the way you used it was so affectionate. You had started calling him that one day and it hasn’t gone away. “See. That.”

You looked at him in confusion as you got up. Yukito closed his laptop and scooted closer to Touya, resting on the wall by his side as you sat across from them. “Me calling you Peach?”

He nodded. “Oh… If you don’t like it, I can stop. It’s just that you never said anything about it and so I thought it was alright. I can stop calling you that if you want.”

You looked at your lap dejectedly. You adored the fact he would allow you the right to call him by a nickname, something you rarely did for anyone else.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not that.”

Yukito looked at him. “Then what is it, Touya?”

“It’s just…I…” He just sighed.

You lightly cupped his cheek. “What is it, Touya? Bunny and I will try our best to help you.”

He gently peeled your hand away from his cheek. “That. Giving me affection. Offering help and support. Like…”

“Like?”

Touya took a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut, not like himself at all. “Like we’re together?”

Your boyfriend and you shared a look before you both simultaneously placed and hand on one of his. His eyes snapped open. You looked at your Peach as his gaze filted from you to Yukito. “Is that what you want?”

Touya stared at Yukito with wide eyes before slowly nodding, seemingly not trusting his voice. “Touya, we want that too. We just weren’t sure if it was something you wanted.”

After that, you and Yukito explained the concept of polyamory and have been in a relationship since. Both of them are very protective of you. They are both unwillingly popular and know what happens to people in a relationship with people like them so if they ever need to leave their trio, you are always left with one or the other.

When you walk, you have scary dog/sunshine dog privileges, respectively. On one hand, you have Touya who is silent, strong and scary. On the other hand, you have Yukito, polite and energetic but always prepared for a verbal smackdown.

Together, you three are the sweetest couple, rarely ever fighting and making eachother happy no matter how busy it is. It’s not perfect, of course, but it’s yours.

Anyways this is like my second or third time writing something like this, I think, so don’t judge too hard. It’s also been a couple years since I last consumed any official Cardcaptor content so please bear with what I can remember.

Note 2: Almost went without doing the together part. Whoops!

Note 3: You can tell when I decided to give up and just try to get it all out.

[thequietkid-moonie]

S/O deals with self-harm problems

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Yukito, Touya, Kou, Yashiro ]

[ Card Captor Sakura ] [ Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ]

⚠️ Mentions of self-harm, scars and relapse

I have diferent ways to hurt myself, sometimes I make myself bleed and other time not, although it has been a while since the last time i did it, sometimes I really want but don't do it i

I really hope you aren't suffering from this, stay safe ❤️

Yukito Tsukishiro

Yukito is really caring and gentle, he always had a soft smile to offer you, even when he isn't the most observant person he can tell when something is off and he is quickly to offer you unconditional support and comfort, he will not pry for details whenever you are feel bad or struguling with something if you don't want to talk about it

Yukito knows when you aren't feeling well but can be tricked if you try to hide it, however the more time pass and you still seem to feel bad he will worry more (even Yue start to have a really bad feeling) and will try to talk to you about what is bothering you. Yukito will actually notice the little hints at some point, such as covering more your body or being specially sensitive and prefer to don't be touched on certain parts of you body, and he has a bad feeling about all of this

Yukito will directly confront you when he feels too worried, it will take him a while because he wants to respect your privacy but he needs to know what is happening with you, he tries to be gentle with his words and reasure you that is because he is really worried, he won't stay satisfied if you put excuses or try to avoid the topic, he try to push you a little to talk but if you insist on don't saying anything he will give up and leave you be for now but is obvious that his worries only increased

When you finally open up to him about all of this Yukito will be extremely worried, if you tell him directly (maybe even show him the scars) he is immediatly worried asking you why do you do it, he hold the part where you harm yourself really gently, like if it was made of glass, making sure they're not infected or anything, before hugging you softly, it breaks his heart knowing that you feel the need to do something like this but is quickly to assure you that he doesn't judge for it and wants to help you stop doing this, because it isn't healthy and you don't deserve to be hurt

In case he catch you doing it he will react more alarmed, immediatly trying to help you stop with the bleeding and take proper care of the wound before even asking you anything about it, once is done is when he ask you what happened, at the end he is more focused on comforting and assuring you that you aren't alone, he is with you and he will help you get through this

After this he continue being really gentle, always with a smile, he doesn't bring the topic unless is necesary and prefer to do it in private, he won't tell anyone if you don't want to but insist on telling to the ones you trust the most so they can help you too (as well as asking for profesional help)

From that day Yukito insist more on asking you about you day and about what is troubling you, promising that not matter how small or silly the problem can be he want to be able to help you, also he start to be more expressive with his love, either with physical affection or words, even a lot more act of service, reminding you how much he loves you and telling you how happy he is to have you in his life (this is also motivated by Yue since he is also affected by this, it gave him a feeling of helplessness that he hates)

Yukito also makes sure you are taking proper care of the wounds, willing to do it himself, and always treats your scars gentleness (if you let him he sometimes give you little soft kisses on them or gently caress them)

Yukito is always cheering you to fight the impulse of harming yourself, if you manage to don't do it he will be really happy for you, congratulating you and thanking your efforts, in the case you can't and end up cutting yourself again Yukito will comfort you, acknowledging your effort and remembering you to be kind to yourself too since isn't easy

When you start to improve and the urge to do it start to reduced Yukito will be really happy and will tell you how proud of you he is, he will try to remember the date of when you stoped doing it as an important date for him. Also, if you ever has a relapse he won't be angry or upset at you, it sadden him but won't lose hope on you and cheerish for you, remembering you that you already were able to resist for a while and he is proud of your effort

Touya Kinomoto

Even when he doesn't show it much Touya is actually really caring and kind to those he care the most, and, of course, you aren't an eseption. Also, he is really perceptive so everytime you don't feel at your best or are troubled by something he knows and shows his support indirectly, even if you don't ask for help you have his help

Touya isn't the type to confront you about it right away, he trust you enough to let you handle this and wait until you feel comfortable enough to tell him, unless is something more serious or that you could be in danger, and even so he won't be pushy and prefer to take things slowly if he can

He know something is wrong with you but he prefer to don't say anything imediatly, he waits, hoping you will come to him and tell him willingly when you are ready, however if that doesn't happen then he will do it himself and tell you that he knows something is wrong

When you open up to him he keeps a serious expression while asking you why do you do it, why do you feel the need to do it, how long you've done it, he asks important things and yet he doesn't force you to talk, if you don't want to tell him is alright, with knowing that you do it is enough for him right now and the only reason he ask is because he wants to be able to help you

His reaction doesn't change much if you tell him or if he finds you harming yourself, however if he finds you doing it he immediatly throw away the knife and tends your wounds, he doesn't ask anything in that moment because he knows what is happening but ask you to be come careful next time. In any case after taking care of the wounds or after is done asking you he just hugs you tightly, rubbing your back in a comforting manner and assuring you that he is here with you, he isn't going to leave you alone with something like that and something like this will never make him stop loving you

He may not be the best to express himself but he'll find his way, he prefer to let you vent and be a shoulder to cry, he is completely willing to keep you in a comforting embrace until you are done crying

After that day he will try to be more open and obvious with his love and care for you, by a lot of actions of service and physical affection (even Yukito tells you from time to time how much Touya loves you and cares for you, embarrassing him a little in the process)

If you continue harming yourself after he found out he won't scold you or be mad, he just make sure to take proper care of the wounds before telling you that this is an unhealthy way to handle with the emotions, if you feel comfortable or even prefer it he will voice off his worries for you, how he doesn't want to lose you. However, he makes clear almost imediatly that he understand that this isn't easy, is probably going to take a long time for you to stop doing it but he accept it, he wants to be with you in every step of the way because he loves you and he wants nothing more than seeing you happy, he wants you to love yourself just like he loves you

When you start to have improvements he congratulate you and thanks the hard work you are doing, as well make sure that now you have more healthy ways to express those feelings (or even that are changing) instead of just trying to ignore them. If you ever have a relapse he won't be disappointed or anything, he understand that it can be part of the process and is more worried in you, in how you feel about it and will comfort you if you need it

Kou Minamoto

Kou is a really caring partner, he can be pretty cheerful and even inocent at times but, somehow, he always knows when you are having problems and he is always there to give you his unconditional support and help, either by telling you directly that you can rely on him or doing little acts of service in order to show support

Kou can be tricked if you find a good excuse or manage to hide well that you aren't feeling well but it won't last long because soon or later he will know that you aren't actually feeling well, he notice little changes on your behavior or things that shows that you aren't feeling well little by little (he pays a lot of attention without even noticing it), as well it won't take him long to notice an unusual behavior, like covering a lot some parts of your body

Kou ask you about it almost right away, wanting to be able to help you, however if you seem hesitant or even uncomfortable by it he will apologize and won't pry for more details, but makes sure to show you his support. As the time pass if you still seem troubled but reclulant to talk about it he will try to find out on his own, thinking about all of it and even asking your friends if something had passed to you

At some point Kou will confront you again but now determinated to know what is happening to you, he doesn't want to be pushy but the more time it pass the more worried he grows

Getting to know that you self-harm is pretty shocking for him and he isn't going to take it too well (no that he is mad at you or anything), if he get to know because you finally open up to him and tell him directly he will heard you carefuly but with every word you say the sadness and confusion grows more and more inside him, he ask you why with tears on his eyes, he isn't mad at you, he is just confused, he loves you and see you as someone amazing so he doesn't understand why you would feel the need to do something like that to yourself. Although, if he find out when he catch you doing it he will be a little more aggresive while taking the blade from your hand and trying to stop the bleeding while panicing, Kou will calm down until your wound is treated and will finally ask you about it

Kou won't judge for it or be mad, neither disappointed, Kou is more focused on trying to comprehend why are you doing this and help you stop doing it, he ask you to please tell him why you do it and to vent to him, he wants to knows everything you are feeling, he rather end up with his heart broke by hearing you than risking you harm yourself again

Kou understand that this isn't a problem that can be fixed overnight and that is related to deeper feelings but he doesn't care, he is willing to stay by your side in every step of the way, even if you move forward with baby steps he will be more than happy to be there, following your rhythm

Kou will be paying even more attention to you, trying to prevent you from doing it again by offering you his help, he is actively searching for ways to help you and other ways for you to vent (healthier ways) and suggesting searching for profesional help. Kou is pretty scare of losing you, he doesn't know if he will be able to handle losing you so he tries his hardest to be able to help you because he want you to be happy (he sometimes vent to you too and speak his heart out because he tent to put a lot of pressure on himself for it)

Kou celebrate all the improvements you have, from the smaller ones to the ones more significants, it doesn't matter if you had manage to achieve just a few days or an entire year without hurting yourself he is proud of you, and even if the impulse of doing it is still there or you have a relapse Kou aknowledge all the efforts you are putting on this and thanks your hard work for trying to stop this

Nene Yashiro

Yashiro is a really caring partner, she doesn't show it much but is really caring over you and is easily influenced by your own mood, she isn't the most perceptive person but, soon or later, she will find out when you aren't feeling at your best and she becomes pretty worried

If you try to hide it it will take her longer to find out but at the end she will (even if it is with the help if others). Yashiro doesn't want to confront you about it directly, she doesn't find the strength nor the words to bring up the topic so she prefer to try to cheer you up and make clear that you have all her support, however the more time it pass and you still seem troubled or little hints of you hiding something the more she worries, it will reach a point where she can't handle more her feelings and finally comfront you about it

Since is more likely that Yashiro won't confront you about it until is too much for her and she won't give up so easily with the topic, unless you seem too uncomfortable with the topic and yet is obvious that she is still worried about it and she seem like if she still want to talk about it

Doesn't matter if she find out because you tell her or because she find you doing it, it will hit her hard in any case, although it would be easier for her to assimilate the information than seeing you doing it because in that case she will panic

This will break Yashiro's heart because she loves you with all her heart and being and think that for whatever reason you feel the need or even that you deserve to be hurt like this breaks her heart, she ask you why do you do it with a trembling voice and teary eyes while gently taking your hands, she wants to be able to understand you but she just can't

It would take her a while to calm down (she will even feel bad if you comforted her because she was the one supoused to do that) and when she does she is imediatly telling you that you aren't alone on this and that she will do everything she can to help you with this. Yashiro actively search for ways to help you and ask Aoi, Kou and Hanako what she could do to help you, and she does almost everything her friends tell her

Yashiro really wants to help you and is almost desperate to do so, she loves you and she can't bare even the thought of you being hurt and sad, she is trying to help you by all the ways she can, in direct ways, like taking care of your wounds and constantly asking you how do you feel, and indirect ways, like telling you how important you are to her and how much she love you, how no one deserve to be hurt

Yashiro tries to pay a lot of attention to you and don't be pushy but sometimes can't stop herself from directly asking you how are you doing with dealing with the urge of hurting yourself, she express how it hurt her knowing you do this but also thank you for your effords to change and continue, she even thank you for just being alive when even that hurts

Yashiro makes a big deal whenever you tell her the news about you managing to not fall before the urge to hurt yourself, not matter if it was just for a day, a week or even a year, she celebrate with you, thanking you and telling you how proud she is of you over and over again with a wide smile

When you start to be able to leave that behind Yashiro will cry out of happiness of knowing that you are getting better little by little, and even if you ever have a relapse she will be there to comfort you, thanking you for your hard work until now and asking you to please don't give up and try again

[the-air-nomad]

when the moon falls in love

You were just an ordinary child from the Northern Water Tribe. Your father was one of the priests of La and your mother was a housewife like the vast majority of women in your tribe.

 You had a happy and fun childhood until one evening when your father came home strangely happy.

 As a child, it seemed strange to you to see the man as cold and rigid as a piece of ice smiling.

You became anxious when you noticed that your mother was trying to mask her anxiety with curiosity.

 Soon your father revealed that Chief Arnook wanted you to start having play dates with Princess Yue. 

Apparently, Master Pakku/Yagoda had praised your waterbending and intelligence.

The Chief thought you would be a beneficial influence for his daughter

At first you were happy, you understood too late that your father only wanted to use you to gain influence over the leaders. 

You met the princess the next morning. 

In the beginning, you understood each other very well, even if she was a bit shy. 

You became friends and started to love Yue more and more.

 She was adorable, always waiting for you with cakes and excited about any idea you had. 

When you got into trouble, she did everything she could to save you from punishment.

The first time you noticed that Yue wasn't as perfect as you thought she was was when you skipped a play date.

 It was a friend's birthday and you had completely forgotten about the princess.

 Chief Arnook was not happy and came to your house to talk to your father. 

Yue had cried all day and refused to eat or get out of bed. 

Of course, your father went absolutely crazy and punished you. He tried to slap you in front of Yue's father but your mother made you promise not to be selfish anymore. 

That upset you. Were you selfish? No way! Now you didn't want to see Yue anymore.

You had no choice, so the next day you apologized to the princess and her father. But from then on, you started not enjoying Yue's company anymore. 

She noticed that you no longer treated her with such warmth as before and tried to flatter you by giving you gifts. You told her to give up, which disappointed her.

 She tried to subtly threaten you by telling you that your fathers will not be happy if she is sad. 

You told her that you don't care and that you'd rather spend your time looking at your ceiling than looking at her.

 That made her bite her lip and burst into tears. 

You felt horrible and thought you were too mean to her.

 You hugged her and she told you about how she was born sick, she was blessed by Tui and her father was too protective and didn't let her have any friends. 

Now you wanted to dive into the ocean because of the shame you felt. Not allowed to have friends? This is so bad.

You continued to be her friend out of pity, even if sometimes she freaked you out with her jealousy and protectiveness, you were sorry to leave her alone locked in a boring palace. 

As you grew up, you thought more and more about marriage and how you would be able to forget about the palace and your father.

 Unfortunately for you, the others had other plans. So you were engaged to the princess.

You felt that the spirits liked to make fun of you. 

Then came the avatar and his two companions. 

Let's just say the whole tribe exploded when Master Pakku saw you trying to teach Katara waterbending. 

Yue looked half ready to pass out and half ready to kill Katara with her bare hands. 

Who did she think she was?! How dare that girl come into her house and steal the love of her life?!

Did I mention you were born to create drama?

When Katara confronted Master Pakku you defended her and spoke out against your sexist traditions.

 You decided that it would be good to have the support of the princess, so you gave her a tearful speech about how you want to make a better world for her and for your mother. 

Yue believed you the moment you mentioned your mother, she knew that you absolutely adored your mother.

Then came the siege and sacrifice of Yue. 

The sadness you felt surprised you.

 You shouldn't have been sad for Yue.

 But you should have been saddened by the loss of your freedom forever because Yue was ready to have you both in life and in the spirit world.

 And you couldn't do or say anything, 

what waterbender would dare fight the moon?

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— chrollo lucilfer x f!reader x hisoka morow

syn: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, porn without plot, cuckolding, voyeurism, threesome, creampie unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f & m), anal (f), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, hisoka uses bungee gum, chrollo might be pining over reader, not beta read.

word count: 2.8k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. the fruit of my late night thoughts nod nod. as per poll results, here’s hisoka as the cuck :3

Fantasizing—a children’s pastime, a mere way to escape from one’s gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasn’t immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasn’t without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakedness—you.

So breathtakingly exquisite—the epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.

But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didn’t take long for Hisoka to catch the former’s lingering stares on you—albeit, as blank as a sheet of paper—whenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other members’ dismay.

Of course, once something piqued Hisoka’s curiosity, he wouldn’t let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisoka’s end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magician’s words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to you—to fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.

From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.

Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrollo’s heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come out—with the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.

Sex wasn’t something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrollo’s hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.

Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didn’t take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalistic—purely driven by his wild carnal desires. 

Chrollo’s sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cunt—as deep as his desires went for you.

He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, “F-fuck . .” God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisoka—have you reach new heights of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrollo’s back, mirroring a broken angel’s wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but he’d do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.

That’s right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.

Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didn’t I?” What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers? 

His view was nothing but the top half of Chrollo’s naked back, and the covers moving along with the latter’s thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisoka’s imagination. Of course, he wasn’t going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.

With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrollo’s naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisoka’s face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.

A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didn’t let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisoka’s chest.

Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the former’s cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slit—not to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrollo’s cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to see—you, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.

The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisoka’s citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his face—it was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisoka’s ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moans—the impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.

Sounds of the redhead’s shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrollo’s as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everything—it was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.

Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.

“C-Chrollo! Fuck��right there! Just like that—haah!”

He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrollo’s pace didn’t let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitching—god, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.

Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.

Yes. Yes. Ye—

“She likes—haah! She likes taking it from behind—ngh!” The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisoka’s wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.

Despite Chrollo’s better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in position—easier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.

The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck. 

With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.

Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrollo—muscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.

Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrollo’s hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, he’ll get a taste of you one way or another.

It didn’t take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your name—the loudest one he’s let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrollo’s cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.

On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure he’d worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pants—the hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.

Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.

The former returned a smile, “Oh, don’t get greedy now, Chrollo. I’ll give you two choices—” He held out two long digits. “Either you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.”

Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didn’t know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latter’s lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.

The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisoka’s—limp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.

You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spider’s silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for one’s impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.

An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitive—any form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didn’t hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.

If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hips—Hisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisoka’s head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.

It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but this—the two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.

A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisoka’s as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your head—Hisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.

You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisoka’s shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldn’t help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.

It didn’t take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.

Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latter’s balls, and onto the sheets beneath.

Chrollo’s digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.

This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.

Strings of colourful curses left your lover’s throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim ‘til it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.

Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle in—of what the three of you just did.

Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasn’t going to let you escape from his hold any time soon—as though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silk—especially after finally getting a taste of you.

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[h1nanii]

How it feels to be apart of the driest fandom ever when it comes to finding fanfics/imagines💔

PLEASE GET TO WORK PEOPLE…

[nariism]

itoshi sae doesn't think you're his type.

"i don't have a type," he insists. "what the hell does that even mean?"

it wouldn't be a problem if it was as simple as that: sae has always been more oblivious than others when it comes to feelings. especially romantic.

the problem is that rin is tired of watching the two of you do the awkward platonic dance, and that he's absolutely sick of seeing his brother — dead-inside, deadpan, sarcastic sae — melting into a puddle of goo everytime he sees you. hell, every time you so much as breathe in his direction.

"you like them."

"like them? what are we, fifth graders?"

"you're getting defensive, nii-chan..."

and if it were any other day, sae might have started sulking and grumbling to himself. but it's not any other day, because you're in the next room over pouring yourself a glass of juice (helping yourself, which he also expresses his dislike for but lets you take his lemonade without argument anyway).

"can you lower your voice, please?" sae hisses out in irritation, nearly falling off the couch as he leans over to cover up rin's loud mouth. "you're so annoying, you know that?"

it's teetering on exploding into a full on argument. neither rin nor sae are good at keeping their tempers under wraps. like an answer to rin's prayers, you walk into the room looking extremely confused.

"what's going on?" you snicker at them in amusement, placing down three cups of lemonade.

sae sits up straight with lightning speed, prying himself away from his younger brother and avoiding your eyes at all costs.

"nothing."

there it is again, much to rin's dismay: the ultra obvious mega crush sae has on you and fumbling over how to handle himself. to anyone else in the world, they might think he just needs to take a crap. unfortunately, rin spent his entire life studying his brother's expressions and knows that his constipated face is because of you.

"oh, sorry, i forgot to bring napkins."

the second you're out of earshot, sae glowers at rin so intensely that the younger brother has no choice but to snap his mouth shut.

"don't even start."

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[marcu-bug]

They are in my head rent free your honor

Yue belongs to @centuryberry from their fic “queen of the mountain” , this yue design belongs to me

[khaosrealms]

YUE LAO’S BLESSINGS / saying i love you— as if urged by the gods themselves.

KUNG LAO:

“I love you” for Kung Lao comes out as a laugh, a chuckle, deep in his chest, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Kung Lao speaks “I love you” with every ounce of young, dumb love and affection he can muster— into your ear as he spins you around. Wrapped in his strong arms, laughing alongside him. “I love you!” Kung Lao howls out before a crowd and bellows when you explode with color, speaking it as truly as he feels it.

RAIDEN:

“I love you” is ritual for Raiden. Sacred, private. He speaks it between quiet, slow kisses, hand in your lower back, fingers through your hair. “I love you” is every bit as warm as it is electrifying from Raiden; only for your ears to hear, only for your heart to relish. His heart in his sleeve, for you to clutch onto when crossing a puddle, for you to hold. “I love you, forever and always.” Raiden whispers as a prayer; and you feel it in every kiss he gives you after.

BI-HAN:

“I love you” is the greatest sin Bi-Han has ever committed, the deepest regret, the most forbidden weakness. As if rage, the worst and truest emotion, is the only thing that can surround it. “I love you” exists so far in the back of his throat that he forces it down your’s with every kiss, with every groan. Keeps it between your mouths so no one besides you and himself can hear it; not the world, not the skies, you and him alone. “I shouldn’t love you.” Bi-Han strangles out of himself, holding it to you, and chokes it out to never be heard again.

MILEENA:

“I love you” is the most free thing Mileena has ever spoken. It is a bird, untethered from a leash or chain, uncaged, unconquerable. “I love you” feels every bit as right as your touch, as your kiss, as your embrace and pace. Mileena speaks it with strength, with passion; powerful as a pillar, as deep as the ocean. “I love you so much.” Mileena presses against your lips and presses again and again, so nothing in the world could part you two again.

[sayakasnonsense]

Braiding his hair <3

Storyline: how different men will react to you braiding their hair.

Content: fluffy hehe

Word from the author: Hair you go! (Do you get it? Like hair as in here? Im sorry this is so bad)

xoxo, sayaka.sy

those who love it secretly but will never tell you~

He lets out a deep sigh as he watches you crawl behind him, reaching your hands out to play with his long, silky hair. He watches in the mirror, hiding a blush as you weave braids and flowers and god knows what into it.

“…love… is this really necessary…?” He mumbles, worried about what people will think when he goes to work.

“Of course!” You reply, giggling as he heaves a big sigh.

He may not say it, but he absolutely loves the new hairstyle.

Neuvillette, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma, Geto Suguru, Diluc, Giyuu Tomioka, Yue, Kokushibo, Morax/Zhongli, Luocha, Blade, Sigma, Chuuya, Hajime Kashimo… your favourites.

And then there’s… those who will rave about how wonderful beautiful amazing it is to everyone and anyone~

“Woah! I look so nice!” The man yells as soon as you finish tying his hair. He then proceeds to parade around the house for 15 minutes straight, taking selfies and photos and posting them online.

“Calm down…” you murmur, giggling at how happy he looks.

At work, his coworkers have to tell him to shut up because the can’t concentrate with him raving and yelling like a madman about his hair.

Arataki Itto, Kaeya, Douma, Rengoku, Tengen, Jing Yuan, Kaeya, Cyno, Dazai, Baizhu, Choso, Theres more i cant think of them tho…

[zylophie]

Okey!!:3 so blade x male reader who Invited him to a haunted house for fun and reader actually got scared and like uhh blade becomes his bodyguard:3 very cliche but I don't care:33

🎋 . 鳥居 — blade

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : when your plan to get a reaction out of the quiet man end up backfiring you...

✿ — ♯ GENRE : fluff, male reader

✿ — ↠ NOTE : pyon-yahoo~!! This is my first attempt at blade's character so not 100% confident about this one for a while ahhh but I still hope you like it anopyon so thank you for the request and enjoy~!!

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : going to a haunted house with blade...

✿ You, a young man first met Blade during your travels in the Luofu and when you found out that he was a wanted man, you honestly didn't care because...you were just fascinated by his mere existence as a whole.

✿ He is a man of few words but he doesn't really ignore or push you away which is why a man like you can't really stay away because you were slowly getting attached to him, the more time you always seek to be in his presence to the point that the other members of the stellaron hunters end up knowing your name.

✿ When you invited Blade to investigate an old house that was rumoured to be haunted, you honestly expecting him to say no but surprisingly, he agreed to it.

✿ You only took the job because you think it's would be interesting and fun to go with someone like Blade just to get a reaction out of him, not like ghosts exist anyways right?

Oh, how wrong you were.

RUMBLE...RUMBLE...RUMBLE...!

"It's raining..." Blade mumbled, sounding husky and quiet before turning his eyes on the young man next to him, looking very pale in the face "...You alright?"

"H-Huh?" You flinched, holding onto his sleeve while putting on a brave face "Y-Yeah! I'm fine, no worries here haha-"

CREAK...!

"HEHEHEHE!! "

A single eye appeared in the dark, wild, unhinged laughter breaking the silence unexpectedly as it filled the room with its unsettling sound.

"AHHHH!!!!" Screaming, you wrapped yourself around the taller male's arm with tears gathered up at the corner of your eyes.

As you were freaking out, Blade just watched a small figure falling onto the ground, slowly rolling over before stopping at his feet.

"It's just a broken doll" He stated with a blank expression.

"A broken doll don't laugh like a maniac normally!?!" You shouted, practically shaking uncontrollably. "L-Let's just move on...uhhh I-I don't want to stay here any longer!"

"Alright..." Blade let the shorter man dragged him through the empty hallway.

PATTER! PATTER! PATTER!

You could hear the sound of your footsteps echoing throughout the dark hallways and whenever you got close to a room, high-pitched piercing cries could be heard from the other side of the door which never failed to spook you more.

"Why did I even agree to this?!" Hands on your head, scratching and pulling out of frustration.

a blue flame appears above the chandelier, giggling mischievously as its watches you freaking out down below...

SNAP!

"Huh, what was that sound-WOAH!!"

A loud crash occurs, breaking the wooden floor, leaving behind a big hole.

You turn pale at the sight, that thing could have easily killed you!

"I...uhh thank you for saving me-" You cut yourself off when your eyes meet his.

Before you could even register what happened earlier, somehow his arms were around your waist as you were being pressed against his own, warm breathes hitting your ear and if you listen carefully...you might hear your own heartbeat. He was so close .

"You should be more careful on where you're going next time" Blade said in a stern tone but his eyes have a soft look to them...

"I-I will..." Pink hues spread across the young man's cheeks, hands clenched on his clothes tightly.

... maybe going to a haunted house wasn't so bad after all.

[thetraumaking]

The Accursed Crown

Note: I did not enjoy writing this chapter.

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Chapter 14: Stale Ass Wheat Bread

She felt the ship come to a halt, digging into the land before dropping the metal plank with a loud thud. Her fingers fiddling with one another as she looked at the door, her nerves were at high alert, waiting for the door open and filling the room with fire nation soldiers. 

Seeing her so nervous, her father places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear. It’ll be just a meeting to sort out a couple things, we’ll be home once we’re done.” 

Wordlessly, she nodded her head, sparing her father a meek smile. By her father’s side, they walked out of their room to the dock. The fire nation soldiers that escorted them to the fire nation stood by in files. As guests of the royal family, one would expect them to receive all the prestige and respect from all those who serve their hosts, yet, as Yue looks around the men that stood by her sides, she couldn’t help but grimace at the bored, yawning faces of those soldiers. They were haphazardly swinging their arms, whispering to one another, shifting and bouncing on the balls of their feet, no military bearing in sight for as far as the eye could see. 

Her eyes then trained off to her side, to see her father’s reaction. He stood firm, face stoic and cold as an ice sculpture as he moved along by her side. 

Following his lead, she held her head high despite the urge to retreat back to their room. Walking off the plank, they were greeted by yet another soldier, though compared to the one that flocked around the ship, this one had no helmet on. Dark brown hair and a sharp face to match. 

The man bowed with much unneeded force. “Greetings, Chief Arnook and Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe. I am Lieutenant Zhao, I shall be your guide till further notice.” He stood up with a huff, “Now, if you would, please follow me.”

Yue shared a look with her father before doing so. They climbed up what she believed was over a thousand sets of stairs. The closer they got to the top, the closer she believed they got to the sun.

If she were to describe the palace in one word, she would say “suffocating.”  Similar to the element that their hosts bend, everything was yellow or red, and similar to how fire use up all the air, it was suffocating. 

Their guide, Zhao, visibly brightened when they made it at the front gates of the palace, where there stood four individuals. Once they made it to the top, they saw a stark contrast to how those four were compared to the others that stood in line. While the workers and staff, Yue assumed, had their heads low in a bow and dressed in similar outfits with minor differences. 

The four at the centre stood tall. Their dresses were made of the finest of silk, she could only guess how expensive they were. Two children, around her age, maybe a couple years younger, and two adults, one of which was more youthful than the other. 

“I greet the Princesses and Prince of the Fire Nation.” Her father bows to the four. She was quick to echo in after him, keeping her eyes closed as she bowed. 

When they looked up, her father got into an exchange of pleasantries with the oldest of the four, Princess Ursa. She assumed that she was the mother of the two younger ones, who were busy tugging on the sleeves of the fourth person. Prince Zuko and Princess Azula, she recalled hearing about them from her father and his advisors. She then looked towards the stoic faced one, you. With the branded number on the cheek and tired, distant eyes. 

076, an adult, she concluded. There were many whispers going around you, they say you were the bastard of the prince prior to his engagement to Ursa and angered by his son’s conduct, the Fire Lord had sent out a hunt for you and your mother to erase all trace of your existence. At her last ditch attempt to save you, your mother had sent you to the child soldier program where your abilities thrived. So much so the royal family could no longer ignore your achievements, and as if you had proven yourself, the Fire Lord had called you to the palace to better serve their cause in expansion. 

They later then made you into an instructor to further develop the direct descendants. And despite the prince’s treason, his wife, the ever-so-kind princess Ursa has still treated you like family and cared for you as if her own. 

Though that is nothing but the word of the mouth. 

She was snapped out of her stupor when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking over to her father, she sent him a quizzical look. 

“I will be in the meeting room, will you be alright on your own for a little while?” Wanting to ease his worry, she nodded with a smile. 

Watching him leave with Princess Ursa and Lieutenant Zhao, her once confident smile faltered. 

“Um… hi, I’m Zuko.” 

She looked curiously at the offered hand before taking it. The prince’s hand was warm, she could tell he had a kind heart, although a bit awkward and sweaty. 

Her lips quirked up while she introduced herself. She thought, like her brother, Azula would do the same, but the girl simply said her name and crossed her arms. Then she looked to you, expecting to be waved off, she fidgeted. 

“You don’t need to know their name, they’re with me.” Azula spoke for you, grabbing your arm before pulling you away from her and Zuko. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Princess Yue, please do enjoy your stay at the palace.” You spoke over your shoulder before being led away. 

Her and Zuko were left in their lonesome. She wondered if she had offended the younger girl in some way. The way she spoke to her was quite dismissive, she got the impression that Azula did not like her much. 

“Have I done something wrong?”

Zuko lets out a huff, placing his hands on his hips with an eye roll, “I wouldn’t worry too much about her, she’s just weird. Azula being Azula.” He then brought her to the guest room, where all their luggage were currently being handled by the maids. “Your supper will be brought in in a bit when your father gets back from the meeting. We’re going to have dinner together later tonight so be ready for that.” 

He left shortly after that, making sure that she understood everything. She sat on the large bed before letting out a sigh. 

Once her father comes back, they’ll have a dinner with the royal family and they’ll leave the next day. They’ll be back home in less than twenty four hours. She’ll just have to wait a bit more. 

As she sat there on the bed, she became restless. Their supper has come, yet no sight of her father. Has something happened to him? Where was he? Was he still at the meeting? Surely the Fire Lord hasn’t done anything to him. Surely the Fire Lord knows the implication of harming the envoy. 

Yes they are at war but there is a certain respect each party must hold for one another, no one harms the messenger for they are innocent, they are simply following orders and sending out word. 

The sudden knock startled her, snapping her out of her spiral. 

When she opened the door, surprise would be a little too weak of a word to describe the feeling she was having. At the door stood you. 

“Apologise for the disturbance, Princess Yue.” You bowed, “I received word from the Fire Lord that your father’s meeting will be extended due to a complication from our part.” You stood up before offering, “Princess Yue, would you give me the honour of joining me for a stroll?” 

She held your gaze before agreeing, she was curious about you. The rumours only made you out to be some vengeful spirit but as she walks beside you, stealing glances at you, you resemble more of a docile pet. 

As she looked at you, she couldn’t help but notice how tall you were. The clothes you wore, despite the high quality, were more suited for someone who’s more physically active. She has heard of your feats in battle and how often you are sent away on sieges. You looked tired. 

Like a shallow creek, you seemed to be just going with the motion. Being pulled and tugged this way and that. If one were to gaze inside your head, she wondered what was inside. 

You were also covered in scars. The number on your cheek seemed to be branded on and later added paint. Both of your palms were scarred over, must be due to training with your bending. She wondered if you could still feel texture with how much damage your poor hands took. There was also a large burn just peeking from under your collar. 

“Is something the matter, Princess Yue?” You stopped walking to look at her. 

“No, it’s just… that number on your cheek…” She hesitated, wondering if she’s crossing any boundaries, “it- it looks painful.”

“It was.”

“… does it still hurt?”

Your reaction surprised her. The small smile on your lips looked foreign on you, as if you were not used to the action. Rather than the branded mark on your face, the smile looked as if it hurt you more. 

But, she took it as a privilege. Something about the rarely offered smiles never fails to draw out her own. 

Shaking your head, you crouched down on your knee, “No, would you like to feel for it yourself?” 

She nodded her head before ever so lightly grazing her fingertips over the scarred tissue. The bumpy uneven skin felt foreign to her. The wound looks quite old. How old were you when they branded this number on you? Did they at least have the courtesy to let the burn heal before adding the paint? Did they at least treat it afterwards? 

As she stood there, tracing the numbers on your cheek, you simply enjoyed her cool touch. 

“Would you like me to heal them? The scars.” She looked at you. 

Her eyes shining so brightly it made you lost. “You… can? Why?”

“To show my gratitude for treating us with respect. You look and speak to us with honesty, you don’t look down on us. And…” Should she say this? She doesn’t even know you that well. But, that look in your eyes-

“You’re kind.”

_________

I hate genuine kind characters, hard to relate and feel like they're fake.

[emeraldjuns]

Fairy Tale

genre: fairy king jun x human reader warnings: none, unless you count mentions of reincarnations

synopsis: on a visit to the forest you frequented as a child, you meet a fairy who says he has been waiting for you. after that, you can't shake off the fact that he is very, very familiar.

word count: 4.5k (not proofread)

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p.s. sorry for the horrible photo editing bc i'm a hoshi when it comes to this ;-; but at least jun's pretty face makes up for it...right?

Near your childhood home, there was a forest with a beautiful lake inside. Back when you were younger, you would spend your days with your siblings swimming in the lake, running around playing hide-and-seek among the trees, and enjoying picnics while the wind blew gently around you. 

Now you were older, and the forest was just merely a place for you to reminisce about your childhood memories. You had moved to another city for work, and even when you returned to visit your parents, you hardly ever went back into the forest. 

Until one day, you were exhausted. Work had been stressful and tiring, and all you wanted was some peace and relaxation. So, on a whim, you took a day off work and drove two hours back home to visit the forest, in the hopes you would find the peace you needed there. 

Soon enough, you found yourself at the lake. You bent down, running your fingertips over the cool surface. You sighed into the silence around you, relishing in the quiet you had yearned for for a while. 

Until someone’s voice cut through the peace. 

“I haven’t seen you in years.” 

Quickly, you shot up from your position and turned around. A man was standing a few metres away from you, studying you. You took notice of a pair of shining blue gossamer wings on his back. 

“Who…who are you? What do you mean, you haven’t seen me in years?”

He took a step forward, compelling you to step backwards as well. “You always used to visit this forest, did you not? Well, when you were a child, at least.”

A child? He’d seen you before all those years ago? Your heart raced in your chest. Had he been watching you and your siblings play in this very forest all this while? Was he a stalker? 

He continued speaking, seemingly unaware of your rising fear. “I was hoping you’d come back. I’ve been waiting for decades. Ah, but then, you probably don’t remember me, do you?” 

You couldn’t take it any longer. Realising he was still a decent distance away, you turned in the other direction and ran. You ran as fast as your two legs could carry you, all the way through to the forest’s exit. 

You sat in your car, locking the door immediately for fear he might chase after you. Your breaths were laboured, and your heart continued to race in your chest. Never had you thought that someone had been watching you for so many years. 

Your hands shook even as you started the engine, preparing to drive home. You couldn’t take your mind off that man. Who was he? Why did he have wings? What did he want with you? 

Two hours later, even after you had parked your car safely in the carpark of your apartment complex, your hands were still shaky.

⋆˚✿˖°

“I just thought of something fun.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s race each other to the other side of this lake. Whoever loses has to grant the winner a wish.” 

“Alright then, if you say so.” 

Just as you watched two figures race each other along the field of grass, your alarm clock rang shrilly, jolting you out of your slumber. Worn out from the adrenaline rush you had yesterday, you dragged yourself out of bed and through to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. 

The rest of the day had been the usual: drive through the morning rush hour to the office, work, attend meetings, eat lunch, and back to work again. Before you knew it, evening had rolled around. You decided to just eat dinner from an eatery downstairs instead of cooking at home, and soon you were slurping pasta noodles while admiring the view of a park nearby. 

“This pasta is delicious,” you murmured to yourself as you twirled your fork. 

“Is it that good?”

“Of course it is. Everything that you cook for me is good.”

“Well, I’m just happy that you like it, my love.”

My love?

You whipped your head around, to see if you had accidentally made conversation with someone without realising, but there was almost no one sitting even remotely near your table. Yet, you were sure that someone had just spoken to you. 

You tried your best to recall, but you were certain none of your exes had ever called you “my love”, nor did any other friend or acquaintance you knew. 

My love, you mouthed the words. 

Why did it sound so familiar?

⋆˚✿˖°

That night, you dreamed again, but this time it was of a strange man.

He brought you to a cozy-looking cottage, and led you in the door. He guided you to sit at a wooden table. Snapping his fingers, two plates of food appeared before the both of you. 

“You cooked my favourite again!”

You couldn’t see the man’s face, but you heard his laughter. “I wanted to see you happy.”

“I’m happy with whatever you cook for me.”

Somehow, you could feel him smiling. “I’m happy when you’re happy, my love.”

Just as he lifted your hand and brushed a kiss over your skin, you saw what was behind his back – a pair of shiny, gossamer wings.

You woke up instantly. The back of your hand tingled, almost as though he had actually left a kiss there. 

All you knew was one thing – you had to go back to the forest immediately.

⋆˚✿˖°

You entered the forest tentatively, trying to hear if anyone was approaching you. Not too long later, you found yourself at the lake again, at the same spot where the fairy had found you. 

“You’re back.”

You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from screaming out of shock. Turning around, you saw the person you had been looking for, his wings shimmering as he floated toward you.

“How did you know I was here?”

He smiled mysteriously. “I know everything that goes on here. I am the king of this forest after all…ah, but I suppose you don’t know that, otherwise you wouldn’t ask.” 

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “King?”

“Yes. We fae reside in forests, and I am the ruler of this one. I can sense humans coming in and out of this place, and that is how I knew you came back.” He landed softly on the grass. “Would it be too bold of me to assume that the reason you returned is because you remembered something about me?”

You shrugged. “If seeing you in my dreams and having random hallucinations counts, then I guess so.” 

It was his turn to look confused. “Dreams? Hallucinations?”

“Yeah. I saw your face during one of those. That’s why I came back to find you, to see if you knew anything about it.” 

The fairy sighed. “How about we take a seat? It’s a rather long story.” He snapped his fingers, and a fluffy blanket appeared out of thin air and floated onto the grass. He sat down gracefully on one side, and beckoned you to join him. 

You stared at him apprehensively, your hand inching towards the pocket where your emergency pepper spray was kept. 

“Come on. Fae don’t bite, you know, even though some of your human fiction suggest otherwise.”

Somehow, your heart told you to trust him, even though your mind screamed otherwise. Slowly, you inched towards the blanket, sitting as far away from him as you could on the fabric. 

“I just realised I haven’t properly introduced myself yet. I’m Junhui, but you used to call me Jun.” He smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake it. You did so, trying not to notice how smooth his skin was. “What do you mean, ‘I used to call you’?”

Junhui laughed. “I suppose you haven’t figured it out yet. You and I…well, you were my wife. Or your past self was.”

You nearly choked on thin air. “My past self? Reincarnations exist in this world?”

“You could call it that. Your soul gets reborn, but you don’t retain your memories of your past self. Think of it as a reset, the only thing that remains is your core, your soul.” His eyes swept over your body briefly. “If you ask me, you don’t look, sound, or act like anything of your previous self.”

“What…what was I like last time?”

Junhui pondered on the question for a moment. “Well, personality-wise, you were more daring. You wouldn’t have run away like you did the last time we met.”

Your cheeks heated. “Excuse me, but what girl wouldn’t be scared if she heard a stranger say they’ve been watching her since she was a kid?”

He chuckled. “Well, guess that is my fault. Apologies.” His gaze met yours. “I didn’t give you too big of a scare, did I?”

“You kind of did. I couldn’t stop shaking the whole night, thinking that you were some kind of stalker or predator.” 

“Oh dear. I really am sorry. Is there anything I could do to make up for it?”

“Just, maybe tell me more about you. About us last time.” You played with the edge of the blanket. “I really don’t know much about you.”

He smiled. “Well, if it helps, you were very bold. The first time you saw me, you followed me around everywhere. You would insist on visiting the homes where we fae live. You wanted me to show you all over my land.” He paused before smiling again, seemingly into nothing. “And well, you were the one who proposed to me. Right by this very lake, in fact.”

“What – I did what?”

“Yes. You challenged me to a race to run from over there –” he pointed to a clearing a few hundred metres away, “to around where we are sitting right now. You won, and so you told me that for your prize, you wanted me to be your husband.” 

“Let’s race each other to the other side of this lake. Whoever loses has to grant the winner a wish.” 

Suddenly your dream made a lot more sense. “So, did we get married?”

“Of course,” Junhui said it like it was obvious. “Why would I not marry you?”

“Then what about now? Do you still want to marry me?”

“Why would I not?” Junhui turned to face you. His hand reached towards your face, and for a moment, you thought he was going to touch you. Yet, in that last moment, he retracted his hand. “But it’s ultimately your choice. Just because you are the reincarnation of my wife doesn’t mean that you will want to be with me.” He chuckled, but it was tinged with sadness. “I won't force my desires upon you. Since you stopped coming here so frequently, I knew there are always going to be things outside my control.”

“So, it’s fine if you don’t want to be with me. I’m already happy that you returned to listen to my story.” He propped himself on his arms and leaned backwards. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Even if I’m with someone else?” You blurted out.

He nodded. “Even if you’re with someone else.”

Your gaze swept over his figure. Upon closer inspection, he was rather attractive. His facial features seemed sculpted, his wings were the perfect amount of shiny, and his eyes…his eyes were so expressive, so full of emotion.

“Well, I’m still single, so…if you want, I could try things out with you.”

Junhui’s eyes lit up almost instantaneously. “Really?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, why not? If we used to be lovers, then maybe this will work out.”

“Don’t worry, my love. I will court you the way you deserve, before you make your decision.” He reached for your hand, and gently placed a kiss on the back of your palm. “When will I see you again?”

You sighed. “It might be a while. I have to go back to work tomorrow, but I’ll be taking a week off soon. I could visit my parents, and then..visit you too, I suppose.”

“Very well then.” Junhui stood up. “It’s quite dark; would you like me to walk you back where you came from?”

“Sure.” You got up from the blanket as well. Junhui snapped his fingers and the blanket vanished the same way it had appeared, and he led you towards the exit where you had parked your car. 

“Apologies, but this is where I must leave you. I cannot physically venture out of the forest’s boundaries.” 

“Why not?” You asked. 

The fairy merely smiled. “It’s a complicated matter that I will explain to you some other time. It’s late, you better hurry home.”

You nodded, and waved to him. “Goodbye, Junhui. I’ll see you soon.”

You thought you saw a tinge of sadness in his eyes, but he quickly blinked it away. “Goodbye, my love.”

Somehow, as you drove further and further away from the forest, your heart grew heavier and heavier, almost as though you were leaving something you cherished behind. 

⋆˚✿˖°

The next time you visited the forest, it was nearly a month later. 

Work had been busy, and as much as you wanted to find time to spend with Junhui, it was almost impossible for you to leave. When your major projects were done, you found yourself counting down the days to the week of leave you had applied for, actually looking forward to meeting the mysterious fairy again. 

He had mentioned that you were his wife a long time ago. Was it possible that despite not having any memories of your past life, your soul had somehow recognised him? 

You mulled over the many questions in your head as you walked from your childhood home to the forest. You were staying with your parents for the week, so it was easier for you to visit Junhui. 

“Hello, my love.”

Junhui made his appearance almost immediately after you had set foot into the forest. Luckily for you, you had anticipated his arrival so you weren’t too shocked by it. “It’s been so long since I last saw you, I even wondered if you had forgotten all about me.”

“Sorry,” you apologised. “Work was too busy, I couldn’t get away. But hey, I’ll be here for a week.”

The fairy merely chuckled. “A week would never be enough for me…but I guess I will have to make do.” He held out his hand for you to take it. “Are you hungry? I could cook something for you.”

You placed your hand in his, revelling in how it felt to have your hand in his. “Yeah, I’m hungry.”

“Well, I just procured some fresh strawberries this morning,” Junhui said as the both of you walked hand-in-hand past the lake. “Do you like sweets?”

“Yes!” You grinned excitedly. “What desserts can you make?”

Junhui smiled at your enthusiasm. “What do you want to eat the most?”

You pondered over it for a moment before replying. “Strawberry tarts!”

“Strawberry tarts it is then. I’ll make some for dessert,” Junhui stopped at a group of trees at the end of the clearing. “We’re here.”

You stared blankly at a tree in front of you. “You live in a tree?”

He laughed. “No, but my house is beyond these trees. Can you see the little fissure over here?” He lifted your hand that was still in his towards seemingly nothing in particular. “Use your fingers to feel it. You’ll feel something soft, and if you apply some pressure you’ll push through it and you can enter the fissure.”

You moved your fingers around the air where he had guided you. “I still don’t feel anything.”

“It’s alright. I’ll teach you how to observe and enter fissures next time. It took you a few months last time as well.” Junhui used his other hand to feel for it. “The reason why we fae are not sighted often by humans is because we mostly live in areas behind these fissures. Human eyes can’t see them easily, unless they have been trained to do so, of course.” You watched, fascinated, as his hand slowly disappeared into the air. 

“Hold my hand and follow me,” he instructed, and you nodded. 

As Junhui disappeared slowly, you closed your eyes and followed in the direction he went in. You felt something soft envelop you, similar to what he had mentioned earlier. You dared to open your eyes to see what exactly this fissure looked like, and was shocked by what you saw. 

It looked as though you were still in the forest, but a brighter and windier part of it. Right in front of the both of you stood a cottage so beautiful you thought it came directly out of a picture. It was built entirely out of wood, had a stone pathway leading to the front door, and even had vines and flowers growing around the base of the house. 

“Well, this is my home,” Junhui gestured towards the cottage. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off the house. “It’s really beautiful, Junhui. It looks like it came out of a fairy tale.”

“It looks like a house from a fairy tale.”

Junhui smiled at the memory. Somehow you and your past self were very different, yet so similar. “Shall we go in, my love? I prepared lunch before you came, so it would be a waste to eat it cold.”

You blinked, almost as if you had been snapped out of a trance. “Yes, yes, let’s go.”

As you entered the fairy’s home, you felt a sense of familiarity wash over you. The living room, the furniture, the kitchen all appeared to be something you had seen before at some point. Your eyes spotted a picture hanging on the wall behind his sofa, and you froze.

It was a black-and-white picture of Junhui and another woman next to the lake. Junhui was wearing a suit, while the woman with him wore a long white gown adorned with hundreds of tiny flowers. They were facing each other and smiling brightly. 

“You and I…well, you were my wife.”

“Junhui…is that me? Or…I don’t know, my past self, or something.” You pointed at the picture, your voice a little shaky.

“Yes,”Junhui confirmed. “That was you and I on the day of our wedding.”

You were at a loss for words. Why did seeing your past self make you feel so disconcerted? 

“Hey.” Junhui tapped your shoulder. “Do not think too much of it. I did say it would be your decision. Just because you and I were married once does not mean that I expect you to be my wife again. Just think of you and I right now as…” he paused for a moment to ponder over it. “People looking for a prospective partner, I suppose. I heard humans go on dates too, for a similar purpose.” 

He glanced at the picture again. “I must admit that I am hoping you will return to me though. Before this, I never even considered that human souls could be reborn. So now that you’re here, it is a little difficult to hide my desires from you. I suppose I missed you too much.” He swallowed, and for a moment, you thought you saw his eyes glisten. But then he blinked, and whatever you had seen was gone. 

“Lunch will be cold if we don’t hurry,” Junhui changed the subject. “I cooked cream sauce pasta today, with tomatoes and basil, all fresh from my garden.” He walked into the kitchen and opened the lid of a pot, releasing a delicious aroma. 

You gasped seeing the pot full of your favourite dish. “How did you know my favourite food is cream pasta?”

The fairy’s eyes widened in surprise. “It is?”

You nodded vigorously. Taking a pair of tongs that he had offered you, you piled heaps of the pasta noodles onto your plate. You brought the plate towards you, inhaled the scent of fresh basil and tomatoes and cream, and sighed happily. “I love cream pasta.”

The corner of Junhui’s lips lifted into a smile. “I did not expect you to like it this much. I usually cook this for the other fairies because they like it, so I took a gamble, hoping you would like it.”

As he was talking, you had already lifted a spoonful of pasta to your mouth and ate it. As you chewed, you could taste so many wonderful flavours. How could something that looked so simple taste so good? “Well, you won your gamble.”

Junhui helped himself to some as well, and the two of you ate together. It felt a little awkward talking to him at first, but soon you found yourself talking to him more, and the awkwardness melted away the more you talked. You asked him all kinds of questions: about your past self, what his life as an immortal fairy was like, and about him being a king.

“You don’t live in a palace or something?” You asked between bites.

“Well, I have a small place similar to a government building in the human world,” Junhui explained. “We have meetings there, but I do not have a palace. Even if I did, I would want to stay in my cottage. It’s very cozy here, and it makes me feel closer to my people. If I stayed too far away, I fear I might get disconnected from them.”

He began cutting up strawberries for tarts. “When you’re done eating, you can go explore the area. You can go anywhere, just please avoid destroying my plants in the garden. I’ll need time to get these baked.” He gestured towards all the ingredients lying on his kitchen counter. 

That was why you found yourself in his garden, staring at all the different flowers and vegetation and fruits growing in his huge land. You saw the same people from your dreams strolling down the stone path in the middle of the garden, except this time you recognised their faces to be your past self and Junhui. 

“See right here, my love, are the roses. And those next to it are the carnations, and then these are lilies.”

“Oh, I love carnations. They remind me a little of you, actually.”

“Why’s that?”

“They represent pure love…and you seem to be giving me that.”

As the memories played through your mind, you wondered what it was like to love Junhui again. He made you feel comfortable, in a way your previous partners hadn’t. He evidently adored you, even if you weren’t exactly like your past self…but what if you couldn’t reciprocate those feelings? 

“My love.”

You jumped, turning to see a smiling Junhui. “You really should stop scaring me like that.”

“In my defence, you were spacing out,” he raised his arms in surrender. “The tarts are done. Do you want to try them?”

Nodding, you followed him back into the house, where a steaming tray of piping hot strawberry jam tarts were on the dining table. And as you bit into one of the tarts, tasting the sweetness and the light acidity of the strawberries and the love Junhui had put into them, you thought you were going to tear up. 

⋆˚✿˖°

You continued to visit Junhui everyday for the rest of the week. Your dates were often the same: he would cook for you, after which he would bring you to explore the hidden parts of the forest you never knew about. He brought you to his government building, some fairy villages, and even tried teaching you how to observe and enter fissures (you still failed miserably at that). As the days passed you found yourself feeling sad when you had to leave Junhui to go back to your parents’ house in the evening, and happy when you returned the next morning to see him. 

When it was time for you to leave, you hugged Junhui, managing to finally catch the fairy by surprise. 

“I’ll miss you, Junhui,” you mumbled. “Work will be busy, and I won’t be back for a while, but I’ll come as soon as I can, okay?”

Junhui wrapped his arms around you, and used one hand to stroke your back. “I’ll be waiting for your return, my love. Don’t rush it; I’ll wait as long as you need.”

After returning to the office, you often found yourself drifting off, thoughts wandering to the beautiful fairy. You realised you missed him, that you were yearning for his company. Your fingers hovered over your desk, tracing a heart shape over the table. 

Maybe falling in love with Junhui wasn’t as difficult as you thought after all. 

⋆˚✿˖°

A few months passed before you were able to find time to visit Junhui again, but the time you spent away from him had made you realise that even though you and your past self were different people, your soul still wanted him the way you did years before. 

This time, Junhui had been waiting at the lake for you, almost as if he had anticipated you would come. You immediately ran to him and hugged him. “Junhui!”

He smiled, embracing you happily. “You’re back.”

“I got you a present, I think you’ll like it,” you told him excitedly. “Want to guess what it is?”

The fairy mulled over it. “Well, I’m not sure. You don’t seem to be holding anything big.”

“It’s in my pocket,” you pulled out a small velvet box. “Here, open it.”

Junhui complied, and opened the lid, peering inside the box. As soon as he saw what was inside, he gasped, the box slipping out of his grasp and landing on the grass. 

“Junhui!” You yelled, immediately swiping the box from the ground. “You’re going to get the rings dirty!” 

“What…why did you…”

“The last time I proposed to you, I didn’t have a ring, but when I finally get you one, the first thing you do is drop it?”

“No…no, I…” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I did not expect this at all! I thought you might want to wait a while more.”

You smiled seeing his bewildered expression. “I wanted to wait a while before giving you my answer, but then the time I was away from you made me realise how much I love you. And…I don’t want to wait any longer, Junhui.” You held out the ring. “Will you marry me? Let me be yours…again.”

Junhui stared at the ring for a moment, before suddenly pulling you into his arms. Just as you were about to say something, he kissed you, taking your breath away. You melted into his embrace, returning his kiss with the same love and passion. 

When you parted, he smiled. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

You laughed happily, before taking his hand and sliding the ring onto his finger, and letting him do the same with yours. 

“I wanted to get you rings this time,” Junhui leaned in and brushed his lips softly against yours. “You’re more bold than I thought you were. It isn’t fair that I don’t get a chance to propose to you.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered. “You can do that in my next life. I’m sure that I’ll fall in love with you again, every single time.”

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lati. i tried to write some feral chong yue smut but i ended up with some soft boy moments so that's what you're getting instead. also yes, i wrote him with two dragon dicks, enjoy the meal lol,,

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"Fill me up tonight, please?" It's a simple request, really, but the implications behind it render Chong Yue momentarily speechless. He regains his composure, coughing into his fist with a faint red on his cheeks. But who is he to deny you, to not fill you up so sweetly until you're clinging onto him in sensual drunkenness? You don't have to even ask him anymore, since he was just as willing to fill you with him to his heart's content.

It should be impossible for anyone to be this big, to be able to fill you up in ways otherwise thought unimaginable, but Chong Yue does. Somehow, in some strange way, he manages to slide in his impossibly fat cocks into your tiny hole with minor issue and fit himself perfectly inside your fluttering walls. Sure, it had taken so long just to be accustomed to being fucked so full, but the payoff was well worth it. The stretch of both of his cocks would always uncomfortably sting — of course it would, that was to be expected — but you were getting the hang of ignoring the pain in favor of filling your mind with lewd fantasies that would ease you into relaxing.

Such as it was right now, your hole being filled once more and stretched out widely as you grind down on his pelvis, chasing orgasm after orgasm even when your muscles are sore beyond belief. Chong Yue doesn't mind — he never does — having seemingly gained a sort of fascination with watching you bounce on his cocks even when you wring an orgasm from him. He's a gentle-hearted sort of romantic, rubbing your back soothingly when your front is pressed against his, gentle sucks and kisses against your neck, sweet nothings whispered into your ears; those sorts of affections. You're rather fond of the gentle way he touches you, so you welcome it with happy open arms.

Though you do wish for him to be much rougher — to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you senseless on his lengths until your belly is all swollen from his cum and you've passed out from the sheer overstimulation — but it's alright. You can convince him to do it another time.

"Chong Yue, Chong Yue, Chong Yue..." Over and over you whine his name like a prayer, small palms digging into his muscular chest as your orgasm approaches closer. He pants and grunts, big hands holding your waist steady amidst your frantic humping as your walls spasm wildly around him. His cheeks flush, and his soft brown locks become wet with perspiration and cling to his moist skin. Even at his most vulnerable, he still looks so damn hot. "You're all the way in my stomach, 'm so full.."

"(name), slow down, you'll hurt yourself like that." He rasped, tightening his hold in his attempt to slow down your messily rapid movements, though his effort was in vain. You're so close, so close to release, and you're not wasting even a second. You can vaguely hear him calling out to you again, but you're far too focused on the way his cocks push right up against your belly from the inside to even really notice or care.

"But ish feels good, your dicks make me feel s'wo good.." And it's true. He makes you feel so good, so much better than you could have ever thought possible. And you have a feeling that Chong Yue likes it too, even if he doesn't seem to notice it himself. You can feel his lengths twitching rapidly, seemingly growing bigger with each moan that leaves your lips. Or maybe you're just so close to bursting that your jumbled mind is simply playing tricks on you.

"Chong Yue.. inside.. cum inside, please.." Had you any shred of your dignity, you would've been a bit embarrassed by your words, but given how lost you are in your own pleasure, it did not matter. He chokes as you tense your pelvis muscles, squeezing yourself down around him almost painfully so. Sucking in breaths through his teeth, Chong Yue builds up the pace of his hips, pulsing cocks sliding you open with each movement, causing previous release to spill out onto your inner thighs with wet squelches. All the while, he maintains a firm gaze with you, watching and memorizing each expression you make with painstaking determination.

You look drunk.

The only warnings that Chong Yue offers you is the rutting of his hips speeding up and his hands squeezing tighter before he finally cums, drawing a shriek from your throat. His thick seed shoots deep inside your body, coating your walls in white and filling you until you can feel your belly swelling up ever so slightly. It takes all of your remaining energy and willpower to not collapse right then and there, the sensation of your belly stuffed full of cum throwing your mind into perverse disarray. Thankfully, Chong Yue still has a sturdy grip on you, even within the throes of his orgasm. You sometimes forget just how useful his martial arts can be, even if that usefulness extended to an intimate setting.

It's only when you feel his cocks slide out of you with a lecherous pop! that you finally collapse against his chest, sucking much-needed oxygen into your lungs like you had run an entire marathon. The two of you share a collective shudder as the copious globs of his release ooze out of you. Your entire body feels horribly sore and exhausted, and you're sure the man beneath you shares the same feelings, though to less of an extent than you. But the feel of bare skin, the way his body moves as he inhales and exhales, and just the way the two of you bask in each other's presence is enough to bring you down from your high rather quickly.

A part of you wishes that you could melt into Chong Yue, melt into him like ice cream when he embraces you in this way. Become one with him so that the two of you can never be apart from each other, and you could simply bask in the comfort that he always provides you. But you know that it's an impossible daydream, one that can never be fulfilled, at least not in the way that you want.

But at the very least, you could always be greedy and ask for more, for Chong Yue to fill you so until your body can no longer take it. He'd give anything to make you feel nothing but ecstasy.

"Fill me up again, please?"

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[the-air-nomad]

My Story List

Aang x Katara (Kataang) :

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719501586826706944/a-love-a-little-too-strong?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719946454717906944/saw-that-requests-were-open-and-was-wondering-if?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/745235865684623360/hi-i-hope-my-bad-english-doesnt-confuse?source=share 

Sokka x Yue:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719043967998656512/our-duty-part-1?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719125972910309376/our-duty-part-2?source=share

 Toph Beifong:

 https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/718938851634233344/yandere-toph-headcanons?source=share

Ozai x reader:

 https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719741684747059200/burning-destiny?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/720100606701912064/burning-destiny-part2?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/721589459145080832/burning-destiny-part-3?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/764253283788423168/can-you-do-more-fire-lord-ozai-x-reader-hes-hot?source=share

Ozai x Zuko (platonic), Ozai x Azula (platonic)

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/721038763705384960/when-a-phoenix-becomes-a-father?source=share

Sokka x reader :

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719829957064507392/a-wolfs-love?source=share

Jeong Jeong x Pakku:

 https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719854639524315136/realization?source=share

Suki x reader:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/720298513083269120/for-the-heart-of-a-noble?source=share

Yue x reader:

 https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/720663293237297152/when-the-moon-falls-in-love?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/764253366673080320/hi-js-wanted-to-ask-would-you-write-like-a-short?source=share

Pakku x Hakoda :

 https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719932264265515008/alrighty-then-so-heres-my-requests-note?source=share

Hakoda x reader: 

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/720832563602767872/fire-lily?source=share

Azula x reader:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719741684747059200/burning-destiny?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/720100606701912064/burning-destiny-part2?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/721589459145080832/burning-destiny-part-3?source=share

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https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/764161157225414657/hi-there-i-have-a-request-for-a-flick-azula-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/768047065146277888/hi-i-was-wondering-how-azula-and-evil-reader-scene?source=share

[chrollogy]

EPISODE 2: CHOCOLATE GONE WRONG

neuvillette x f!reader

NNN ‘24 masterlist | Next Episode

DETAILS: Neuvillette finds himself itching to break the sacred rule of No Nut November after naïvely indulging in aphrodisiac-laced chocolates gifted by Sigewinne—a popular craze among young Fontanian adults.

DURATION: 5.3k

CONTENT ADVISORY: explicit smut, mdni, porn without plot, p in v, creampie, neuvi has two cocks + emphasis on his draconic features, use of aphrodisiacs (neuvillette), neuvi uses his cane as a makeshift leg spreader bar, pet names (ma/mon chérie, ma belle, (my) love), not beta read

DIRECTOR’S NOTES: divider: cafekitsune. round 2! also i’m not quite sure i will get the next two fics out in time (or if i’m getting them out at all) but i will try my best T_T. your lil moon is having a rough patch rn so yeah but nonetheless enjoy!

For Neuvillette, the month of November was nothing significant to say the least—his job continued, overseeing trials, sorting out documents, meeting with important people, and more workload now that Lady Furina had stepped down from archon hood; so, when you had come into his office one day, talking about how a certain trend spread like fire across Teyvat, Neuvillette was rather intrigued.

It had a weird name—No Nut November—and couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea based on the name alone. He remembered how you explained to him Fontanians, and people of other nations were to engage in No Nut November which was to participate in sexual abstinence.

Naturally, the idea was all bizarre to him—not because he thought he couldn’t do it but more so the fact that it was natural for humans to engage in intercourse, same goes for his kind as well. Neuvillette couldn’t see the significance of such a trend, and why humans were participating but who was he to deny your proposal of a challenge? After all, there was no harm involved, he figured it would help him understand human customs a little better despite the it’s strangeness in nature.

Situated behind his desk, Neuvillette let out a deep sigh, letting the papers in his hand fall onto the wooden desk beneath before rubbing his temples. 

“Stressed, Monsieur?” A familiar, teasing voice sliced through the suffocating silence of the Iudex’s office. Neuvillette looked up from his desk, greeted by a friendly figure. The former was too focused on the case materials before him that he hadn’t realised the presence of another, “Wriothesley. I’m rather surprised to see you.”

The raven-haired male was clad in his usual attire, heavy obsidian boots sounding with each step taken against the carpeted floors.

“Ah, you’re not the only one.” Wriothesley chuckled, recalling his encounter with Sedene just mere seconds ago, who looked like she had just seen a ghost. Before Neuvillette could inquire about the sudden visit, the former beat him to it,

“Don’t worry, I won’t take up much of your time. I’m here because Sigewinne had given me an errand to run. She got these for you.” Taking a couple steps closer to Neuvillette’s desk, Wriothesley placed a small box atop the case papers. Carefully wrapped in an ivory satin ribbon, the azure container was adorned with intricate designs in gold that shone beneath the afternoon sun, neatly decorated chocolates peeked from the plastic window of the lid.

The Chief Justice subtly raised his brows in amusement, he wasn’t one to indulge in chocolate nor was he a sweet tooth but nonetheless, he appreciated Sigewinne’s thoughtful gesture.

“That is very kind, please thank her for me.”

Watching the way Neuvillette’s expression morphed into a naïve smile, Wriothesley crossed his arms over his chest, “Say, Monsieur, have you heard of the craze among young Fontanian adults right now?” He most likely already knew the Iudex’s answer to the question but what was life without a little teasing?

With how the popular sweet has been making rounds across Fontaine, it would be near impossible for anyone to be clueless about it but at the end of the day, Neuvillette was Neuvillette, probably the busiest man in all of Fontaine which is why Sigewinne had to intervene with the chocolates. The head nurse didn’t have to physically see the Iudex to tell how much he’s been overworking himself nor was a simple order from her was going to stop him.

So, what better way to disguise a remedy with something simple? Basically akin to administering medication to a pet concealed as a tasty treat

Sexual intercourse was the fastest—and best—way to relieve him of his stress. Sigewinne hoped for the Iudex to pardon her complete brazenness but he was as stubborn as a rock, and took her orders about resting rather lightly.

Naturally, Neuvillette shook his head with a light chuckle, a tinge of interest seeping its way into his skin, “I believe I’ve heard her talk about it but the details must have slipped my mind.” A subtle blush blanketed the Chief Justice’s pale cheeks at the mention of his lover, you. Wriothesley’s lips stretched into a teasing smile—one which the former paid no attention to.

 “Well, would you ever try an aphrodisiac?” At Neuvillette’s baffled expression, the younger male bit the inside of his cheeks, biting back a hearty laugh. 

“An aphrodisiac, you say? Substances that—” “That increases one’s libido, yes.” Wriothesley cut him off, tease practically dripping from his tone. Neuvillette was a man capable of many things, an esteemed individual once he’s in court but when it came to much simpler matters, the Chief Justice was nothing but clueless, especially regarding human customs that are a bit harder to wrap one’s head around.

“I’m afraid I have no such time for trivial things.”

The Iudex shook his head once more, this time dismissively waving a gloved hand at his friend. He cleared his throat, the blush on his cheeks deepening into a crimson hue—Neuvillette wasn’t going to say it out loud, especially not in front of Wriothesley but he deemed himself more than capable of maintaining his sexual desires and performances, you were enough proof.

Wriothesley left it at that, his friend may just end up as red as a tomato if he prodded around the topic any further. Needless to say, amusement filled him to the brim, “Alright. It was nice chatting with you Monsieur. I believe Sigewinne also left a small note there—”

The latter looked down at the box. Indeed, there was a small piece of paper neatly folded and tucked beneath the ivory ribbon.

“—do heed her letter.” With that, Wriothesley dipped his chin, sauntering over to the double doors.

Reaching for the handle, the Duke stopped in his tracks, he looked over his shoulder, icy cerulean gaze full of mischief, “Oh, and I hope you two enjoy—the chocolates, I mean.” With that, he left the office, leaving Neuvillette to his thoughts.

The day went by rather quickly, the azure skies turning into golden hues of oranges and yellows as the sun bid farewell to its people, disappearing below the horizon. The chocolates from Sigewinne remained untouched on the corner of Neuvillette’s desk, it watched as stars decorated the night sky; though, as the Chief Justice retired for the evening, he grabbed the box of sweets before heading out.

Neuvillette figured he’d share them with you at home.

Greeted with silent darkness, he was suddenly reminded of your words this morning at breakfast: ‘Oh, I have work dinner later, my love; so, I won’t be eating here. We’re celebrating a company milestone.’ Conveniently enough, Neuvillette had already eaten at his office before leaving so he won’t have the pleasure of sitting across an empty seat at the dining table.

Getting ready for the chilly night ahead, Neuvillette changed into his evening attire after taking a warm bath, he donned silken azure pyjamas paired with a fluffy ivory robe. His silver strands cascaded down the length of his spine, the cerulean bow, and golden hair clips he usually wore were neatly tucked away inside his jewellery box.

Situated on the love seat, Neuvillette casually flipped through case documents inside a brown paper folder. The fireplace across him was ablazed with hues of oranges and reds, casting a citrine glow upon the dimly lit living room. As flames danced atop dry wood, the dulcet sound of classical music poured from the record player, filling the space with its tunes.

After minutes of skimming and scanning the documents, he reached for the box of sweets next to his lap, taking time to read Sigewinne’s carefully written note:

Monsieur Neuvillette, I’ve acquired these sweets for you, and her! I figured these would help you loosen up a little so please do not shy away from consuming as much as you want. Make sure to share them with her as well. Enjoy!

Love, Sigewinne

A warm smile spread across Neuvillette’s face, and despite his better judgement of waiting for you to come home and indulge in the taste of chocolate together, he figured one piece wouldn’t hurt to try alone, right?

With the moon high up in the obsidian night sky, you walked down the cobblestone footpath that led closer to yours and Neuvillette’s shared space, the evening breeze gently caressing the apple of your cheeks. Work dinner had just concluded at Hotel Debord which housed a lovely singer who put on a dazzling performance.

By now, the streets of the Court of Fontaine were more deserted as people retired to their homes for the night, shop owners here and there packed away their respective signage, their stores devoid of any customers.

With each step leading closer to home, you soon found yourself in front of your home, keys jingling between your fingers as you unlocked the front door. From the entrance hallway, warm hues greeted you like an embrace, hinting at the ablazed fireplace in the living room.

“My love? I’m home.” You called out to Neuvillette while skilfully removing your shoes, and neatly placed them beside his own.

Met with silence, you figured he either must be occupied with something or must have fallen asleep while waiting for your return. You sauntered over to the end of the entrance hallway, making your way to the living room, and as you got closer, melodic sounds engulfed your senses—you recognized it, Neuvillette’s favourite classical music.

Turning the corner, you were greeted with a rather interesting sight, a wave of concern washing over you,  “Neuvi—Are you okay?”

Seated on the love seat was Neuvillette, his left elbow propped on its arm rest, face hiding behind his hand. A deep crimson blush painted his handsome face, intensified by the reds and oranges that the fireplace emitted. He sat there looking flustered, chest heaving up and down as he took heavy breaths. Drinking in the view, you noticed documents sprawled across the empty space next to him but what really caught your eye was the intricately designed box resting on his right thigh.

The box had its lid intact yet the loose ivory ribbon draped over his thigh hinted he had previously opened it. Upon closer inspection, you realised it's familiar packaging, a co-worker had shown it to you the other day, telling you how her and her boyfriend have been dying to try the popular chocolates—chocolates laced with a potent aphrodisiac. 

Your gaze made its way back to Neuvillette—who was still breathing heavily on the love seat—now noticing the prominent tent beneath his silken pants, the azure fabric was flimsy and delicate which left little to your imagination. Pushing away the impure thoughts that snaked its way into your mind, you kneeled before your lover with a concerned expression,

“My love, who gave these to you?”

Knowing Neuvillette, he most likely consumed the chocolates without knowing its true contents simply because he wasn’t aware of the trivial things that humans indulged themselves in.

He let out a pained groan, shaky and vulnerable as he shifted in his seat, “Forgive me, ma chérie. This is improper of me.” With trembling hands, Neuvillette covered his throbbing groin, completely embarrassed that you had to see him in such a state. Truth be told, he didn’t know what came over him—a chocolate or two was all he had, and the next thing he knew, his skin burned like a thousand suns as blood rushed down, down, down to his cock.

The very core of Neuvillette’s body churned with desire—carnal desire—and as each second passed, each tick of the ivory wall clock, the uncomfortable yearn between his legs grew. A light sheen of sweat coated his feverish forehead, as though he was experiencing a fever, and whatever this was, it heightened all five of his senses.

From your voice sounding like it dripped with pure honey, all the way to the saccharine scent of your body, Neuvillette was driven mad with lust. It didn’t help how you kneeled before him, and gently caressed his thigh, a poor attempt of comfort because it brought nothing but waves of icy shudders down the length of his spine. Sensitive. His body was completely sensitive to any external stimuli, and if you rubbed his leg any further, he might just come undone.

An embarrassing thought.

Neuvillette was pathetically needy. How preposterous, the high esteemed Iudex of Fontaine reduced to nothing but a lust-driven man eager to shove his aching cock deep in your velvety walls. The subtle buck of his hips against the thick air; the way he swallowed breathless whimpers at your touch; the violent throbbing between his legs, he was beyond irredeemable.

With another grunt, Neuvillette panted out, “Sigewinne gifted them. Wriothesley had delivered it to my office this afternoon.”

Truth be told, you weren’t surprised. At all.

Standing up from your spot, you walked over to the wall phone. You tried your best to ignore the dainty whimper that fell from Neuvillette’s lips as your warm touch left his thigh, you also tried to ignore how his body involuntarily sought you out—trembling hands reaching to chase your gentle hold.

With glassy eyes, Neuvillette watched as you deftly dialled on the phone, he couldn’t help but trace your breathtaking figure, from the square of your shoulders all the way to the curves and dips of your legs. Oh, the things he’d do to spread them open, and inhale your sweet essence like a mad man. Neuvillette could practically taste your honey on his tongue, its velvety texture sliding down his throat.

Another groan escaped your lover at the thought of eating you out, his cock rubbed against the fabric of his underwear as it shamelessly twitched beneath his pants.

“Ah, I didn’t think you’d be calling given the . . . circumstances.” Of course Wriothesley knew. Pure tease dripped from his honeyed voice, most likely paired with a smug smile, and an icy, taunting gaze.

“Why would you give him that?!” 

A chuckle from the other end of the line, “First of all, I just delivered the present. Our head nurse here bought it. She’s helping Monsieur Neuvillette out.”

You huffed, trying to make sense of Sigewinne’s motives, “By what? Feeding him chocolates with a potent substance?” You’ve always adored how Sigewinne cared for her loved ones, especially Neuvillette—whatever one’s deal was, she was always willing to help out in her own unique way. But this . . giving him such a substance without any warning felt like foul play, and not only was Neuvillette receiving the short end of the stick, you were as well.

You weren’t naïve, aphrodisiacs only wore off after one has reached their satisfaction through sexual means, like quenching one’s thirst. 

“You’re making it sound like we gave him drugs.” “It is drugs, Wriothesley!”

Before you could say anything else, gentle, yearning arms wrapped around your front, caressing your stomach which ultimately caught you off guard. Neuvillette. Nuzzling into the junction of your neck just beneath the telephone against your ear, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive spot, soft smacks of his lips loud enough for Wriothesley to pick up.

You bit back a moan, free hand coming up to rest on the wall to support your weight. Neuvillette’s kisses had your legs trembling, it left prominent goosebumps in its wake as he trailed further down to your shoulder blades.

“Hm. Looks like it's time for me to go. Pass on my best wishes to Monsieur Neuvillette.” And with that, he hung up the phone.

“My apologies, ma chérie. I just—I need you.” Neuvillette sighed, hot breath ghosting over your bare skin, akin to a gentle caress coaxing you into the borders of lust, like a lone finger protruding from the darkness, beckoning you to its endless, sinful void.

“Love—mhm!” You let out a yelp, his hands finding comfort on the curve of your hips, keeping them still as he slotted his clothed cock between your ass. Neuvillette grinded into you, unshameful and devoid of any decorum. Placing the telephone back on the wall, your nails dug into the hearts of your palms, just the feel of his hard cock had you embarrassingly wet already.

Neuvillette was different from this, despite his sexual urges, he was never forward with you, he took his time—sensual and sincere, treating you like the finest piece of gold to ever exist. But saying you weren’t enjoying his brazenness would be a complete lie. Seeing a different side to your lover put you in a rather sensitive state, almost like a virgin bedded for the first time.

Something primal had awoken deep inside his core, and the only way to handle it was to satiate his carnal thirst.

Nonetheless, you tried to get your point across, “Neuvi . . What you’re experiencing is the effect of an aphrodisiac from those chocolates Sigewinne gave you.”

Your words fell deaf on his pointed ears, instead, Neuvillette mumbled some of his own, “I’m sorry . . Ma belle, I promised you about that challenge but it seems I cannot fight my urges any longer.” Another shaky sigh left his rosy lips.

Challenge? Oh.

Oh.

Even in his lust-driven state, Neuvillette was still thinking about the No Nut November challenge you had proposed earlier this month.

“I’m a man of my word but I need you, my love. Let me break the rules just this once, please?” Pure desperation coated every word that came out of his mouth. It was thick like honey, and melted on your skin like snow. God, at this point the stupid challenge wasn’t even on your mind anymore, not when he desperately humped your ass like an animal in heat—quick, little ruts of his hips that soothed the ache a bit better.

Who were you to deny your lover?

The transition from the living room to the shared bedroom was a blur—everything was hasty; desperate hands exploring each other’s bodies; lips sealed together in a rough, passionate kiss; a trail of clothes messily discarded on the floor leading up to the room. Everything Neuvillette did had you on your toes, completely breathless while trying to mirror his hurried actions.

Normally, Neuvillette would bask in your serene glory, peeling clothes off from your body layer by layer, and decorating your exposed skin with butterfly kisses. He’d gently stroke your hair, slender fingers weaving through the strands as he takes in your bare beauty.

Now, his tongue swiftly explored your mouth—lengthy and thick—something he has never done before. It dizzied you.

You landed on the foot of the plush mattress with a soft gasp as Neuvillette pulled away. Breathless and flustered, you stared up at him through your lashes, soft pants escaping your kissed lips. The sight before him made his cock twitch. How your hair was splayed around your head, mimicking a soft halo, a divine being greater than he.

Neuvillette discarded the last two pieces of clothing—pants and underwear—in one fell swoop, and what came into view undoubtedly had you clenching around nothing. Standing proud and heavy at the base of his abdomen were his cocks, both painted in a deep vermillion hue, and generously leaking pre-cum. The sticky pearlescent substance coated his bulbous tips, it glistened beneath the moonlight, beckoning you to wrap your lips around them, and have a feast.

This wasn’t the first time you saw Neuvillette naked nor were you not aware of his kind but it always brought you shock every time, not to mention the faint cerulean scales the underside of his cocks boasted, it was also his sensitive spot.

Stepping out from the puddle of fabric around his ankles, Neuvillette did the same to your undergarments, mindlessly tossing them elsewhere in the room. A low growl sounded from his chest as he pried your legs apart, his deft hands guided them to bend at the knees while resting the soles of your feet on the edge of the mattress, putting your glistening cunt on full display.

In less than a heartbeat, Neuvillette was on his knees, his eager tongue lapping along the length of your slit, your arousal pooled at the tip of his tongue like sinful honey, the divine taste of your cunt prompting another shameless growl from your lover. He repeated the movement a couple of times, each lick reaching closer and closer to your sensitive clit, and when he finally reached it with his hardened tongue, you let out a surprised gasp.

“Neuvillette!”

Shocks of electrifying pleasure kissed its way up your spine as Neuvillette tongued at your swollen bud—tight, fast circles, up and down, side to side, he toyed with you like it was the only thing he knew how to do. Your hands immediately flew to his ivory tresses due to his ministrations, it was almost like playing a game of tug of war, indecisively pushing and pulling his, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted him to stop and slow down.

Lewd, wet smacks of Neuvillette’s tongue mixed with his low growls filled the room, allowing you to bask in the sounds of pleasure your lover unabashedly made. Almost akin to a vicious beast swallowing down its prey.

As your back arched off the mattress, and the grip on Neuvillette’s hair tightening, he pulled away, earning a rather disappointed whine to fall from your lips. Sweet arousal abundantly coated his lips and chin, bringing warmth to your cheeks. No one in the room dared to say it but this was the first time your cunt got embarrassingly wet, not that Neuvillette was inadequate in bed per se but you were wetter than usual, and you were confident that he had also noticed.

The glow of his lilac eyes and cerulean feelers were proof enough.

Standing up to his feet, Neuvillette languidly stroked the cock that sat beneath the other one, an immodest gaze raking over your sopping cunt, and how it shamelessly dripped with sticky arousal enough to soil the ivory sheets beneath.

“Are you ready, ma chérie?” Neuvillette’s lilac stare captured you in a haze, absentmindedly nodding at his words as though you were rendered speechless.

He slowly rubbed the tip of his bottom cock before pushing it past your soaked folds, it eagerly swallowed him in—a loud, shameless squelch filling your ears as he stretched you open further. Your toes curled at the sensation, hips immediately bucking into him as you moaned his name. The stretch was a pleasurable burn, one that had you rolling your eyes back, and digging your nails onto the sheets a little harder. Neuvillette was able to easily slip into you, courtesy of the plentiful slick that coated your velvety walls.

Neuvillette stilled as he bottomed out, quick, short pants falling from his rosy lips. God, you always took him so, so well, he could never get enough of the feeling of warmth wrapped around his cock. You took this time to get used to the stretch, your muscles relaxing to lessen the resistance he felt. Neuvillette filled you up so well you could almost feel him in your stomach—a thought that had you clenching around him.

One, two, three seconds later, Neuvillette slowly pulled back, letting out a shaky breath at the pleasurable sensation. And with only his cock head inside you, he took no time to slam all the way inside. You moaned, hands flying to his bare shoulders, immediately marking his pale skin with crimson stripes. Neuvillette unabashedly keened at the clench of your cunt around him, knees buckling as you gripped his cock like a vice, making it harder for him to move in and out.

“Haah! Mhm! Neuvi—right there, my love!” Colourful moans and whimpers urged Neuvillette on, dragging him further and further to the state of insanity. “You feel divine, ma belle . .” The words came out as a choked sob—pathetic and dainty. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead paired with a deep crimson blush that painted his cheeks, if anything, Neuvillette looked absolutely ethereal in this state despite how out of it the aphrodisiacs made him.

Not only were his cocks extra sensitive to touch but he could also perfectly smell the scent of your sex that lingered in the air. That sweet, sinful aroma he knew oh so well.

It made his head spin.

He tried holding back, he really did but your dulcet moans stroked his growing ego, and the feel of your sopping cunt deliciously sliding against him, the last thread of sanity that held him snapped.

Violently.

As if he saw nothing but bright hues of ruby, Neuvillette picked up his pace, long thrusts quickly turning into short ones as he mercilessly pistoned his hips over and over again, allowing his cock head to reach your sweet spot. Your fingers raked down the length of his spine—leaving violent ribbons of red in its wake—stopping right at the dimples of his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks as you dug onto the pale skin there. Neuvillette wasn’t the only one on the brink of insanity with how the underside of his other cock furiously rubbed at your swollen clit with each thrust, it rested at the hood of your cunt, thick and heavy.

“S-so good! It feels so good—ngh!” The thrust of his hips felt amazing, too amazing to the point where your body started to reject them. Your body entered fight or flight mode, parted knees instinctively closing together which only allowed an inconvenient amount of room for Neuvillette to move with.

Upon noticing the change, he slowed down, sweaty palms resting on either knee, “My love—haah . . Open up for me, would you?” Winded and weak, Neuvillette attempted to pry your knees apart to no avail considering his mushy state.

“Too much, mon chérie . . I—I can’t.” Neuvillette shook his head at your words before pulling out, leaving you confused and empty. From the mattress, you watched as he sauntered over to his side of the bed, grabbing a lengthy, obsidian object that rested against his nightstand. Before a question could even formulate in your mind, he returned to his spot in the blink of an eye; though, this time, with something in his hand.

A cane—his cane. The same one he used during court proceedings, in that context, it was deemed a sacred symbolism of his authority as the Iudex of Fontaine.

To use it in such a setting would be borderline blasphemy.

Hovering over your trembling body, Neuvillette placed chaste kisses on each knee, “Do you trust me, my dear?” Was that even a question? Of course you did. He wouldn’t harm you and you believed that completely.

With a soft touch, Neuvillette was able to easily pry your knees apart, the scent of your cunt once again filling his senses. He wordlessly slotted the obsidian cane beneath your knees, its surface cool against your feverish skin, you shuddered at the contrast in temperature. Neuvillette pushed down on the shaft of the cane, bringing your knees closer to your chest—you also noticed how it kept your legs still, meaning you had no option to close them.

You whimpered at the slight burn the position invited, especially with the cane pressing down on your soft skin. And once again, Neuvillette sheathed his cock inside your cunt before setting the same merciless pace. Only this time, you wouldn’t be able to deny him.

“Neuvi! Neuvi! Neuvi—aah! Fuck—mhm!” You held on to the ivory sheets above your head for your dear life as Neuvillette roughly pistoned his hips. With each relentless thrust given, your body jolted further up the mattress, breasts bouncing in full display for your lover to drink in. Oh, how he adored the way your naked body moved and reacted to him, so plush and pliant.

Sharp hisses from the bed frame interlaced with the pornographic sounds of your moans, creating a lewd melody for the moon to witness, a sinful song only for the darkness of the night to hear—full of heat and passion.

“Does—ngh! Does it feel good, my love? Will you give in to the—haah! To the pleasure I’m giving you?” Neuvillette curled over himself, tresses of ivory cascading down to cage your face as he leaned closer to you. Despite the blur of your vision, you noticed the faint azure scales that decorated the side of his neck along with his pupils becoming more animalistic.

Neuvillette’s draconic features only ever made itself known during his heat; so, this came as a genuine surprise to you. Not that you were really complaining.

His hand remained on his cane while the other found comfort on your hip, subtly guiding your body onto him to meet each thrust. Neuvillette met your gaze through a glossy stare, you watched as beads of crystalline-like tears formed on the corners of his eyes, eventually rolling down his reddened cheeks. The sight before you was beyond divine, it wasn’t every day one would see the Chief Justice in such a poor state, his usual expressionless face painted with a colourful expression.

One that unmistakably screamed how lost he was in pleasure: rosy lips parted to let out soft whimpers, brows tightly knitted together, creating a deep crease between his brows.

“Are you close ma chérie? Mhm—aah! Come with me?” Neuvillette breathed out. It took all of his will power to hold himself up, and keep his hips moving due to immense pleasure weighing on his body like a great burden. The feeling had him trembling to his very bones, like a yellow autumn leaf braving the evening winds, and no matter how much his brain screamed at him to stop, he didn’t.

The pleasure would be too great of a loss if Neuvillette stopped now; so, he kept going—pounding, rutting, and grinding into you as he chased both your impending orgasms.

You nodded vigorously, throat too dry from all that panting to choke out any coherent words. The burn of the position you maintained mixed with Neuvillette’s cocks stimulating your cunt sent you into a painful yet pleasurable overdrive.

Without a second thought, you hastily placed your hands between your bodies, blindly seeking out Neuvillette’s other cock, and wrapping your fingers around it. To the best of your ability, you vigorously pumped his shaft, matching your strokes with his thrusts.

Neuvillette shuddered, releasing a loud moan into the damp air. After a few more quick thrusts, he stilled deep inside you, sealing his lips with yours as you both reached your climax, eagerly swallowing one another’s lewd moans. Your back arched off the mattress, toes curling, and fingers digging into Neuvillette’s skin as you violently came, the feel of his thick, hot cum painting your plush walls white had your hips bucking into him, begging for more.

Embarrassingly enough, Neuvillette came a lot. Not only inside you—to the point where it spilled out of your cunt and onto the sheets below—but also on you. The cock you’ve been stroking spurted thick ribbons of cum on your abdomen, abundantly covering your skin in his essence. He looked at the filthy art that decorated your skin, colourful curses enough to make Fontainians gasp in shock filled his mind.

How beautiful you were marked by him.

“Did I hurt you in any way?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you. Neuvillette made sure to quickly remove his cane from under your knees, placing it flat on the floor before tending to you. He kissed your sweaty forehead, and pulled your bodies up the mattress with your head atop the fluffy pillows.

“Not at all but I have to say, I was reaaally looking forward to completing the challenge, mon chérie.” You joked, letting out a breathless laugh.

Neuvillette blushed, suddenly remembering how he readily accepted the proposal of your challenge . . What was it again? No Nut November?

“Another year is to be expected, I am determined we will overcome the challenge.” And you were looking forward to that. Very much so. You just hoped he wouldn’t consume another aphrodisiac-laced sweet in the coming year so the both of you could actually complete the challenge.

Well, at least you concluded that Neuvillette and aphrodisiacs weren’t such a bad match, right?

Looks like you had a certain head nurse to thank. —

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[valentine-cafe]

May I have a black forest cake and a red bean bun please?

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about them being naked in bed with only a thin see-through robe on. And you're laying down between them, your head resting against Meng Yao's thighs and your legs being spread open by Rishima's body. You're their pretty little thing that they'll indulge whenever you want!! But you just want them!!:(((And Meng Yao will pick up one of her special brownies. Her brownies she made herself, with the help of a certain flower in her garden. She'll hold the brownie up to your mouth to let you take a bite from it and then lean over to let Rishima have a bite herself. Give it a few moments before your body starts to feel hotter and the throb between your legs becomes unbearable. And then Rishima has become very earnest about fucking your face with her cunt! Putting her full weight down in your face as she rolls her hips back and forth, only using your neck as a handle and occasionally tugging at your nipples.

Meng Yao doesn't mind switching sides, she took the last bite of the brownie, and she just loves how your wet pussy twitches and flutters against hers, how two throbbing clits rubbing together feels like. She definitely doesn't mind the way yours and Rishima's tits jiggle from her rough grinding. Besides, you both asked for the brownies too, and she would never have a problem making more!

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishima & mèng yáo ⊹ ۪ ࣪

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱scientist x reader, grim reaper x reader, cw: aphrodisiacs, smut, rough grinding, nipple play, clit play ꒱

mèng yáo would slot her legs amongst yours. firmly grinding her hips against yours just as rishima grinds against your mouth - albeit more messily.

“fuck,”

rishima whines. if only for her noises to be quickly sated by mèng yáo’s lips. who leans over and kisses her so messily. threading a hand into his dark hair. their hips synch, and you’re left spluttering.

“doing so good. so so good. my pretty girls, hmm?”

mèng yáo reaches to cup and squeeze at rishima’s breast, flicking her nipple around her thumb while her other hand reaches to caress your side and then swirl two fingers around your pulsing clit. your whines into rishi’s cut combined with the stimulation from the grim reaper leaves her gasping and cumming all over your face not too long after.

“mèng. . .” the scientist breathes out against her lips so desperately. bucking into your face.

the mere idea of them being all over one another right over you - combined with the pleasure on your cunt leaves you squirting not too long after. if only to whine when mèng yáo swipes it up with her fingers and stuffs your own cum back into it. followed by heated strokes into your sweet spot.

“both so sensitive,” she murmurs, moving her lips down to kiss at your chest while she continues to hold rishima by the hair.

and when you both whimper and nod in agreement, the woman smiles and continues on with her sweet pleasure on both of your quivering bodies.