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Zayne x you (Love and Deepspace) (I love him sm)

Growing old is a scary feeling. You lose a part of everything; family, friends, ambitions and… yourself. Everything is uncertain and it is horrifying. The thoughts have been clouding your mind for a while. It can be hard when you’re stranded in the middle of the sea. You don’t know how deep it is and what lies beneath it. You feel the sea level rise as it tries to swallow your island in its wallowing waves. You’re trying your best but you limbo through your past and future to find answers like a madman; the present never felt so distant before. You feel the hands of the abyss claw your heart until it’s bleeding from its wound and there is an inferno in your stomach that aches with the feeling of hiraeth over a lost past of another universe.

Perhaps it was pathetic to sit on a bench in a park to dwell on your existential crisis, you could have done this in the comfort of your bathroom in your house. You would have cried wondering what the hollowness in your soul meant, and perhaps avoid looking in the mirror as you do. But… what was the use? You cry, you feel your chest grow heavy, you wash your face, you go to sleep and then, rinse and repeat. The fire in your body was growing and was slowly burning you with it.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar voice asked. “You will catch a cold.”

You don’t feel like meeting your gaze with the man who spoke to you. You didn’t need to confirm who it was in front of you. The clinical yet gentle deep voice could belong to only one person. Your hands fiddle with the can of coffee, your eyes remain trained on the ground that you don’t even register the warmth and the scent of comfort envelope your senses. It… eased your anxiety stricken heart, just by a smidge. You take a deep breath as you close your eyes and nuzzle into the source of warmth and comfort.

“…What happened?” His gentle voice continued as you felt his warm and strong figure sit beside you, it felt safe…

You try to hide your face into the soft scarf Zayne had wrapped around your neck and you try to swallow the thick emotions in your throat. It was a miracle how you weren’t breaking down already. Words couldn’t come out of your lips, you couldn’t describe this feeling to anybody without becoming a sobbing mess. How could you explain to someone how much you wished to disappear yet be so afraid of death? You want to reach your goal, you want to see the world, you want to watch the beauty around you, but only the heavens knew how exhausted you were. Only the stars knew how tired you were from explain yourself again and again.

You feel your thoughts halt when Zayne carefully held your hand. And finally when your eyes meet his, he tenderly squeezed your hand. ‘I am here for you.’

You reciprocated the action, but, it was executed with more strength and bitterness than you initially calculated. ‘I am stuck.’

His thumb, slowly and with so much consideration, runs over your knuckles. It fills you like an oasis. ‘I can listen.’

You intertwine your fingers with him, your grip tight and trembling slightly. ‘I am afraid.’

Zayne looks in your eyes, his gaze soft and searching for answers. Somehow, he understands when he brings your hand closer to his lips and kisses your fingers one by one. ‘Take your time.’

And perhaps it was different with Zayne. None of you were good with words when it came to your fears and emotions, when things drown deeper into the silent dark waters. Words were not needed anyways between you two. His gaze, your touch, his subtle actions and your eyes spoke a language carved from the archive of your hearts; it was only meant for both of you. And even if your tears were finally rolling down your cheeks, Zayne doesn’t question nor utter a word as if he could read your thoughts. He just pulls you close to his side in his arms and softly rubbed circles on your back.

Your fearful heart calms down as you feel him hold you like he would never let you go. The cold melts away and your chest feels lighter as you nuzzle into his embrace. Your dark and panic ridden thoughts calm into static until they start to whisper like a lullaby in your ears.

Growing old is not scary if Zayne is by your side.

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this birb is his best friend

I wanna draw him smiling and being peaceful moreeee moooreee

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Jing Yuan x You (Angst) Honkai Star Rail

Your eyes did not leave the skies today; watching the clouds and time pass by. The tense in your muscles slowly loosen and you feel yourself dissociating from reality. The wind rustles your hair and clothes in a way that makes you want to float and lose into the way of nature. You no longer want to be in control of yourself; there was nothing that kept you from leaving the living world. And yet, your soul didn't want to leave this vessel in foolish optimism.

You blink when you felt a drop of water hit your nose. The sky had turned grey, the street lights were on, nobody was walking down the gravel pavement. You stood alone as you washed away your tears with the rain, soaking in the weather and the sadness that reminded you were human. Maybe the was enough to bring your feet back to the ground and remember that you were still alive without him.

Out of the blue, a warm hand rests on your shoulder. "Is that you, my love?"

Soft timbre and emotions overflowing his voice, your eyes widen at the familiarity. You don't need to turn around to know who this person was, you'd guess him by his touch or his voice. Yet, you meet your gaze with his and you felt your throat getting heavier by the minute at his face of hopeful sorrow.

"Jing Yuan?" You manage to speak out.

Strong arms wrap around you in an embrace. You feel yourself loose in his electrifying touch and earthy scent that you missed so much. Your hands gingerly hook themselves on the latter's back and you bury further in him. The rain felt cold but at the moment you felt so warm.

"I can't believe it is you." He whispers, with so much effort, words hardly escaping his lips. "I've missed you so much."

I missed you too. You wanted to say but tears choked your throat.

"I thought I had lost you. People thought I was going crazy; crazy to search for you through every corner of the universe. I couldn't hear your voice. It was so hard for me to keep going."

"Why?" Your voice was shaking. "You know I do not have much time."

"I know. But I promised to be with you throughout lifetime, therefore I will stay by your side."

"Even when I slowly stop walking? When I slowly fade away with time, I will forget you. I won't be able to talk to you."

With no hesitation, Jing Yuan answered. "I will be by your side always. Even if you slowly lose your memories, I will stand by you. Will you let me?"

His golden gaze remained on you. And it reminded you of the days when the two of you lived so happily.

"What a silly question, Jing Yuan." You raise a hand to touch his cheek. "You know I can never say no to you; I am yours, in this lifetime and the others that would come."

He smiles so softly that you wished you could have this view forever.

"Can I have this dance with you?" He asks with a kiss on the back of your hands.

With a blush, you answer. "It would be my pleasure."

And the two of you glide your steps slowly to each other, looking into each other's eyes under the serenity of the quiet rain and the street lamp spotlight.

Maybe this could be your last dance, maybe this could be the last time you could feel the ground beneath you, but you didn't care, after all it was your last time with Jing Yuan.

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Caelus x You (honkai star rail) spice warning

Your hair cascades like water under the silverlight; your back arched, his hands scaling down your skin bathing in stardust. Sinful words sounding so sweet as his lips caress in every dip, every curve- burning the feeling of you in his memory.

Face in hand, you were sitting on the bed with satin white sheets pooling on your legs. You silently cursed the man sleeping soundly beside you, who turned your entire life upside down overnight. Your eyes trailed the latter's broad back, covered in love bites and scratch marks, and you couldn't help but swallow thickly at the sight.

His arms kept you steady against the wall and your arms find purchase on his back. As he began devouring you, you couldn't help but tighten your grip, afraid you would melt into a puddle on the floor. Pudding meshed mind, you were a goner. Nothing registered in your mind except his touches or the way he manhandled you around since your body was too numb to be controlled by yourself.

Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, your fingers treading through your hair, trying to figure about what to do about this situation. But, your traitorous brain kept on reminding of his uniquely golden eyes which looked at you with desire and his soft ash grey hair that you tugged at by the roots which had him spill soft groans of his own.

"Caelus-!" You gasped as he delved deeper, his hand holding yours to keep you grounded.

You wanted to bang your head on the wall until you bled. Your thoughts were going crazy over him and not once were you able to plan how to deal with the awkwardness later. For once, you hated to be human and having hormones that screwed up with your system.

You groaned under your breath and decided to have a cup of coffee to sober up despite your legs trembling with every movement. And maybe also take a shower. But, before you could get up, a hand on your wrist prevented you from moving.

"Where are you going?" You turned around and watched Caelus rise up slightly from his position, revealing his extremely toned body that was hidden under the sheets.

His bed hair was shaggy in a way that had your heart flip in all directions and his deep timbre morning voice had you in his grasp.

"Good morning," you greeted, albeit hesitantly, your brain short circuiting.

The latter pulled you closer to him and wordlessly wrapped his arms around your body, trapping you in his scent and warmth. His eyes were fluttering shut, but his hands had different ideas as they ran south from your nape.

"Caelus-!" You whisper, flustered as shocks of pleasure traveled through your spine.

"Hm?" He asked, not opening his eyes and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"What is it?" You couldn't answer, letting out a soft moan when his rough hands explored your inner thighs.

You hear him sigh softly. "How is that you manage to drive me crazy everyday?" You felt a kiss and a sharp tug on your shoulder. "Up for another round...?"

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The Wind to My Fire (Scaraether) Aether centric oneshot

Aether has done nothing but loathe the former sixth harbinger since the very beginning.

He cannot bring himself to ever forgive him. He has hurt countless people and some of his own close friends. And he couldn't do anything but watch as he did so. Horrified, wide eyes and crumbling bones, he has done much evil. Scaramouche didn't deserve anything but the worst.

And yet, his golden eyes couldn't stop following his dark cold traces that he left behind wherever he went. His heart is stubborn; stuck to this enigma of a person. The Balladeer knew him better than anyone else; his presence was in his consciousness once. He knew his fire, he knew the kind of questions to ask that would leave him speechless.

"Tell me, just what has this world done for you to protect it with such zest and conviction?"

"...You wouldn't understand."

And as the wind guides him, he follows his trace. He watches as he pulls himself out of the mud he had created. He watched him walk into light, and archon forbid how beautiful he looked under the early morning sunlight.

The way the wind guided his fire throughout his body and the way he majestically went by, Aether's heart beats erratically. Dark hair flowing with the gentle breeze, sharp eyes watching every move and his voice gently stirring his mind into a storm he willingly accepts.

"What, can't sleep with me around?" He would tease every night followed by a chuckle that grew softer as time passed by.

'Quite the opposite.' He would silently respond.

So, when the wind picks up again, he would know it was him. The soft yet agile gust, sweeping his golden hair like it would when he glides down the hills of Mondstat. Scent of earl grey and dew drops feels like home and Aether forgets how to loathe.

Now, when Wanderer's wind flows in his direction, his gaze would soften in helplessness of the entirety of this madness, this feeling, the fire that spread in his presence. The world turns rose tinted pink with him and even the cold of Dragonspine feels warm with him.

His curiosity had him fall into his mystery. Entrapped in this forever burn of his chest when he urged his heart to escape from the latter's gravity.

Foolish is he. Out of all the follies, why is this the one his heart commits to?

"I hate him." He would murmur to his companion. "...I hate him."

"Paimon feels the same way about him too." She would say as she floats around him.

And when the wind changes again, his heart would beat painfully against his chest. Once again, his eyes would follow his traces and watch as he soars in divinity.

"Oh..." He would whisper breathlessly. "but I love him, Paimon."

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You x Diluc (Bathroom Shenanigans) (It's not what you think)

His large hands cupped your cheeks as tears rolled down your eyes. "I'm sorry, dear." He moved closer to whisper. "I won't be reckless anymore."

"Shut up. You say that every time." You mutter under your breath as you applied shampoo to his wine-red hair. "Maybe listen to me for once in a while."

DIluc chuckled lightly under his breath before he plants a kiss on your cheek. "I will take care but, please don't cry. It breaks my heart."

"I will once you stop sacrificing yourself for no reason."

"Yes love," He softly guides his hands down to your neck.

You remain quiet, not being in the mood to entertain anything or anyone after that stressful situation. You run your fingers down your husband's locks and softly massage his scalp while he looked at you with his deep crimson eyes. His gaze followed every movement of yours as you carefully tended to him when suddenly you were pulled into the tub.

You let out a shriek and glare at Diluc. "What in the-"

Before you could finish your sentence, your husband pulls you closer to his chest and wraps his burly hands around your waist in a secure manner. He rests his face in the crook of your neck and leaves soft kisses on your sensitive skin, leaving you breathless and slightly excited.

"Diluc, not right now. I'm still mad at you." You said as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp unwillingly.

"I can make it up to you." He mumbled as his fingers softly caressed the small of your back that made you weak in the knees.

"Diluc," You warned light-heartedly.

He pays no heed to your warning as he blew raspberries on your bare skin, making you giggle at the sensation and the latter's antics.

"Stop-" You laugh. "Hey- not there!"

He stops with a chuckle, only to look deeply into your eyes which were full of fondness. You could feel his mischievous touch by the hem of your top and fingers sliding teasingly inside. In response to this, you shoot him an incredulous look, but he quickly melts all your worries away with a soft kiss on the lips.

Sometimes you wondered what you'd ever do without this man.

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Happy Belated Birthday Ayato my boy. 🌚 Here's a pov:

What were you doing in this place again? Last time you remembered that you had enough power to sit out on the meeting of the commissioners. How is that you are supposed to attend this ball which doesn't even have a moment of importance?

Well, if it weren't for his sister, Kamisato Ayaka, you would have walked out without a word. Nobody could ever reject that girl, even if it was her extending formal invitations to different clans. Those big doe eyes never failed to persuade anyone.

Therefore you stand by the corner with a glass of sparkling strawberry champagne in your hands as you watched everyone dance.

You wanted to join the dance but somehow having him near your vicinity just turns you off of all your likings. You never really held grudges and it isn't as if he did anything, you and him were just really petty. Competing in everything and engaging in arguments all the time, it was getting dangerous.

You are not dumb and you actually thought about whether you were subconsciously getting obsessed with him. You did find certain evidences that pertain to that; one of them being absolutely jealous when he walks off to certain people who he can be lively with as he is with you.

You are the only one who can rile him up that way.

Taking a sip, you realise that it was fun like this and, maybe you just mentally flipped off the world as you placed the glass away and walked towards Kamisato Ayato, the head of the Kamisato clan.

He looks regal as he does everyday, looking fashionably impeccable as always. Hair perfectly styled and everything just right. From the fitting gloves to the mole on the corner of his lips. And maybe you just hoped to the archons up there to spare you off the torture life puts you through by getting attracted to one your nemesis.

Running a hand to your hair, Ayato notices you approaching him and he immediately ends the conversation with the person he was with.

'As he should,' You think as your slow steps guide you into his field and you could feel his stare on your skin.

Perhaps it was the look in your eyes or the atmosphere, but, Ayato understood what you wanted to do with him. The both of you raise your hands lightly and press your palms together softly before moving in slow circles with the beat, never breaking eye contact.

"Approaching me first? How... unusual." He comments with his criminally smooth voice.

"I'm keeping my enemies closer, dear."

He chuckles. "I like the notion."

You place your right hand on his shoulder while your left one held his. "Of course you do."

His arm slides around your waist slowly, pausing the time around you. "You know me so well, don't you?"

"Do I? And here I thought you were good at hiding."

"My love, the things you know are the things I never actively try to hide." He comments while he slides you around the room.

"Funny that I know your schedule of business meetings." You follow Ayato's steps.

"Hm, I never regarded snooping as a sport. But I might as well just do so."

"That was ironic, even for you." You say, letting out a rough laugh and meeting his noble eyes in the middle.

He laughs along with you and moves closer until your noses touched. One gaze travels the other and the world once again finds its place of permanence in this temporary moment. Because every flick of the nature's stroke brought out the connection the two of you had.

No matter how far, you will find each other. Whether it be in his arms or in front of his blade meeting your neck.

"Both of us know that, you and I are petty enough to never find a middle ground for our differences despite our similarities." He kisses the back of your hand lightly. "And I quite like it that way."

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Enemies to Lovers (hero and villain) Prompts bruhh

Okay, imagine like the hero and the villain like having this epic poetry battle while they're waltzing in ball room stained with blood.

HERO: (starts waltzing) And oh! The mighty of the underworld,

the one who roams with their curtains unfurled.

Do you have any shame, any guilt

for all the betrayal and people you killed?

You walk like you own this damn place

when in reality you're just a big disgrace.

(Slow down) When will you learn,

that these lives cost more than what you earn?

VILLAIN: (spins the hero) Oh look at the hero showing their true colors,

your anger is bubbling stronger than the sun in summers.

You ask me about the shame and guilt,

my wrath could care less even if all the flowers wilt.

I will bring greatness amongst this land (throws the hero into the air only to barely catch them)

why are you so stubborn to understand?

That the crown of this empire,

would shine brighter on this sire. (Dips the hero with a smirk on his face)

HERO: (gets away from the villain's grasp) You dream of the funniest things,

you are arrogant enough to predict what the future brings.

I will not let your wrath pass through me

your destruction is what I seek. (pokes at the villain's chest)

Your mere existence is the bane of my disgust

the reason why humanity is in my distrust.

You won't receive attention you thrive for,

your efforts only show the desperation in your core.

VILLAIN: (pulls the hero closer and sneers) Watch it, you're going too far.

HERO: (smirks) Say that to your heart you locked in a jar.

VILLAIN: (increases the tempo of the waltz) Oh, now you've enraged me.

HERO: Finally! Now entertain me.

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Cyno x you pov (royal au) (reader's discretion is required)

Your eyes flutter open, only to face sandstone ruins right in front of you. You had no recollection of what had happened to you, but the last thing you remembered doing was travelling from the neighbouring kingdom back to yours. You could barely register anything, everything felt numb and you couldn't move your limbs. Your chest heaved as you breathed and with every breath came the iron stench of your own blood. Your silk fabric was torn at certain places and you felt so, so exhausted.

Your hair was a mess and all over your face and you couldn't do anything to move them away from your eyes. Trembling, you noticed how much blood you were loosing from your open wounds and you were slowly loosing your consciousness but you fought your exhaustion. You couldn't die right now, you had a home to return to and a population to care of, so you kept your eyes open.

From the far end from where you sat, came heavy footsteps approaching you menacingly. You, tiredly, manage to sneak a peek at the person from the corner of your eye. Startled, you noticed it was a tall and buff bandit; behind him were his group of his men, following him while staring at you with amusement written all over their faces.

"Well, well, looks like the sleeping beauty is awake." The leader sneered with a smirk on his face.

The group laughed and hollered at the statement. Honestly, you had no idea what was really funny about what he said but you couldn't say that to their face; your vocal cords were burning and itching.

"No response? Well, how disappointing." The leader stepped forward and tipped your chin with his index finger. "The royal blood is really something else... every single one looking so elite and pretty."

Your eyes widened in slight fear and disgust at his words. But as soon as you heard the group of men chant in encouragement, you felt the severity of your situation. You felt so alone and vulnerable in front of these horrible people; you hated this, you hated how you couldn't defend yourself. You were royalty for archon's sake, how couldn't you help yourself?

Tears sting the corner of your eyes, never leaving the leader's gaze.

"Ah yes, there's the expression I wanted to see on you." He snarled. "Horrified and vulnerable... it honestly makes me feel so... excited."

You tried squirming away as the latter's hand moved forward to touch you, when suddenly, the walls of the ruins were destroyed to dust. The whole area was covered in a cloud of haze and you panicked for a minute until your vision cleared and you noticed Cyno standing behind the hole with his electro powers activated. You sigh in relief as the tears finally stream down your cheeks in gratitude and happiness.

Everyone else in the area seemed startled but Cyno paid no heed to that, his ruby red eyes stared at you with an unreadable expression. You could feel your skin burning under his intense gaze and you couldn't help but shiver at the feeling. Perhaps because of your slight movement, the white haired male snapped from his trance and his expression suddenly turned so dark, you couldn't even begin to describe it.

His arms were trembling and his purple aura of his power grew a darker shade with every passing second when he looked at the group of bandits, especially the leader who held your arm in a bruised grip. You watched as Cyno's hands transform and red eyes turn blood red before he swiftly held the leader in a chokehold before throwing him a couple of feet away from you.

The bandit's body heavily crashed one of the sharp edged debris.

Cyno stood in front of you, his expression unhinged and his breath rugged in anger. You watched him in bafflement, you had seen the man rarely out of his composure, so this part of him was completely new to you. His movements were almost animalistic and his blood thirst was radiating in powerful waves. Despite the unfamiliarity with his new side, you felt safe in his presence and it warmed your heart.

"Son of a b*tch..." His deep voice echoed in the eerily quiet ruin. "Your karma shall haunt for you even after death!"

With that, he once again aimed for the leader with his claws. He persistently attacked the latter when the other bandits rushed forward to fight Cyno. However, despite their sheer number, Cyno effortlessly took down all of them and let them fall limp in their own pools of blood. You could still feel blood thirst in the latter's system despite having defeated the group. You noticed that his eyes were trained on the heavily injured leader; you realised what Cyno was aiming for, so you squirmed lightly to gain the latter's attention.

The white haired male immediately notices you and quickly approaches you to free you from the binds.

"Thank archon's you are safe." His voice was rugged but soft in emotion as he smoothened out the marks of the ropes on your wrists.

Before you could respond or say anything to him, Cyno pulled out a cloth and wrapped it around your eyes. You felt kiss on the back of your hand and a soft caress to your cheek. "Why don't you rest, your highness? Don't worry, you're safe; I just have one more business to complete, then we can go home."

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A scara x you pov: (I love him sm hsbdjs) Pt 2 lol

And the child seemed very satisfied with the answer, leaving you alone with the indigo haired male lying stagnant on the bed. You were on your haunches, head down on the mattress, one hand holding Scara's, the other hand dangling limp beside you. Your locks spill like ink on the sheets and your tear stains decorated the soft white satin.

You were lonely, that's why you prayed to the archons. Your hyper independence would scream and shout at you; you didn't need the support but only your soul knew how lonely you were without your soulmate, friend, and your family.

For a moment, you rise up slowly and run a hand through Scaramouche's hair. Softly caressing his head as an attempt to wake him up carefully, you wished things weren't like this. That both of you were just ordinary folks who travelled and overall... just enjoyed life and loved each other.

It was three in the morning; the stars were twinkling like it would and everything was quiet.

Your eyes trained on the skies above; sometimes you thought whether any of this was real. That you were in this hazy and crazy dream, and you would wake up next to your beloved who would have an arm around your waist. You would start your day with a music playing on the vinyl record player and then make breakfast with him while the two of you bantered about coffee and tea.

Oh, let the sun and moonlight shine on your memories once again. If anything, you wished your memories could be played again and again like a vinyl. Dance to the sound of each other's heartbeats and sing to the melody of your happiness as years would carry on.

You never wished for wealth. You just wished for a simple and normal life for the two of you.

Why did things have to be like this...?

Your eyes closed before they fluttered open. Your stomach just pained in a numbing pain and your throat started to feel itchy, your head starts to twitch and you just started feeling physically overwhelmed.

Who could you pray for anymore? You could feel the cold and the dread creeping on you. Who would help you out of this? You were alone in this small room beside him. Nobody was around you whoo could hug you or provide any comfort.

And when all things meet and everything melts to the bottom of your feet, his hand held yours and the only thought that popped in your mind was, 'he's back home.'

here's the pt. 2 @swivy123

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A scara x you pov: (I love him sm hsbdjs)

Numbness prickled your skin as you watched his resting face, unmoving and defenceless. Your legs lead you to a stool just beside where your love rested; it made you feel so uneasy because if anywhere you stood within a five feet radius, on normal days, he would immediately spring from his sleep with fondness in his deep eyes. You were one of the few ones who knew Scaramouche from the inside out, it was only fate and luck that hadn't brought your relation to shambles.

You had snuck into his resting room.

What else could you do? You are the god's favourite and he is the fallen angel, almost everyone despised him. No one from the fatui, no one from his 'family', no one from anywhere and it hurt you to no end to see him suffer through so much alone. He needn't to prove anything to anyone - when was he going to realise that he was perfect for you.

Was all of this hatred and revenge much more worth than their memories?

You wanted to slap him across the face and then laugh out loud when Scaramouche would chase you down like it was any other day as you wandered from one region to another. Then you would kiss him silly and bicker about the most trivial things as if you two were children.

Right now, your eyes could only focus on the few cracks his body possessed along with circular scars you assumed were because of the tubes that were connected to him. Tears haze your vision and you carefully hold your love's cold, unresponsive hand into your warm ones, attempting to transfer the love you had for him all through this one simple contact.

"I did tell you not to do this..." Your voice trembled slightly, "I know you're cleverer than this. You knew about the consequences, so why? Why would you choose to let me dwell on your wellbeing?"

You squeezed his hand tighter. "I- someone knew about us." You exhaled. "A couple of attackers raided my home but I managed to survive. I took everything I could in that moment; I managed to grab hold of our album and the g-golden feather. The doll which looks like you is also with me."

You feel your eyes losing the stinging burden and you were finally crying after years of stoicism as you watched Scaramouche work for his plans and future. "Wake up. Please- wake up fast so we can leave and live peacefully."

You caress his cheek with your trembling free hand. "I-I love you so much. Please do not leave me like the others did."

You heard a light clutter and your heartbeat strikes to a new high leaving you dizzy and dazed. "Come out!" You exclaimed in panic as you watched the door intently.

You did not receive any response. "Please just come out whoever that was. I already heard you."

After what seemed a few minutes, a child enters the room, curious written all over her face.

You were surprised, not expecting a child. "Who are you?"

"I should be the one asking that."

Your legs tremble at the fear of being caught.

"Don't worry, I will keep your secret." The child reassures. "But in return you have to answer a question of mine."

You stared at the child, you had no idea who she was or where she was from. The only thing she could deduce from her aura is the aura of absolute divinity and purity. Although her words unfit of what she looked like, you could not pass off the offer. Secrecy for knowledge.

It was simple enough.

Perhaps.

"Okay." You agree with her terms hesitantly.

The child merely sent a bright smile. "I'm glad we could negotiate."

It was far too awkward to negotiate with a child, but the only thing you could do was to comply to her wishes. "Go ahead, ask away."

"How could a heart like yours ever love a person without one?"

Her question never sounded as words of ridicule, rather it was genuine curiosity though the question still jabbed you lightly in the chest. "Even if he doesn't have a heart, he has given me more love than my family, who had hearts."

Here's pt 2: https://at.tumblr.com/limonecat005/a-scara-x-you-pov-i-love-him-sm-hsbdjs-pt-2-lol/n824m9cpekmq

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haha sub alhaitham pov for y'all it's alhaitham season

Those uniquely grey eyes, you've grown to get addicted to, stared up at you in a hazy sort of cloud nine. You faintly smile at him when you realise that you were the only one who could make him feel like this. Licking your lips, you slowly drag your gaze down his body covered in his usual black body suit and crawl towards him in slow strides. It was intoxicating; a day of the grey January woes, warmly heated room, jasmine scented candles burning in the back, the light pastel blue of your sheets and the sound of pitter patter on the window due to winter rains.

His hands were pleasantly wrapped on the top of his head and you just couldn't help but run your hands down the muscular arms of his and his completely unguarded, perfectly sculpted torso and then smoothly fit in his waist in your hands. You heard the latter gasp at your touch and your lips almost fit into the devilish smirk you always carried with you when you feel so lost in the feeling of paradise and power. It was addictive, so seductive as his dewy scent lured you further into the crook of his neck.

You were so drunk of his love. So drunk.

Alhaitham inhaled lightly as you trailed sensual kisses, with every drag of your lips and graze of teeth on the smooth expanse of skin. Your hands find their way to slowly tear the sleeveless body suit he wore finding it a nuisance at the moment, almost ripping the fabric to tiny shreds and you couldn't help it. Especially when his pretty lips moved to make the most seductive sounds you had ever heard in your journey of lovers you had over the years.

You gently lift his thighs and place his legs over your shoulders as you dive deeper to reduce the distance and kiss those Chateau Musar coated lips, running a tongue over them to relish the sweet and tang of the Cabernet Sauvignon. And all of these senses felt like a high fever dream because this sensory stimulation was too much that it left you breathless in all the good ways.

So, you slowly remove your shirt and look at him lustfully. "I'm definitely keeping you for the night."

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A tribute to Lover's Oath ost (zhongli x guizhong)

A tune of a neverland that belongs to a universe so far away, came from a gentle god contrasting his morals. Her eyes held the stars, and her lips carried an archive of knowledge he, himself, did not posses.

So, he stood with his arms resting beside him as he watched the God of dust carefully prepare a garland, her lithe fingers weaving through the tendrils- tying the knots with a gentle touch he was unfamiliar with.

The lord of geo and the goddess of dust was an ironic pair. With his erosion, came the existence of her; with every passing year, came every memory with her to light. And without his heart, he no longer could remember the days and so he would sit with the folks to listen stories about himself and the goddess.

He was a fool trying not to let the dust of memories slip away from the cracks of his fingers. He was a fool to let his erosion take him away slowly just to relive his fables he shared with the goddess.

All he wished was a home he could return to.

The graceful silhouette amidst the vast expanse of glaze lilies. Her gentle words, the familiar scent of her herbal tea, her bubbling laughter and the light in her eyes. And he would close his eyes trying to remember the voice of his beloved, the soft lullaby only for the two of them to hear.

And love will always be cruel.

His lover's requests are his oaths.

How could he not be desperate when her parting request was to leave her gift of her wisdom unwrapped?

Despite himself, he let the gift be. Maybe, it was for the best. It was perhaps for his own good. But, his selfish self was so tired, he was miserable; he wanted more and more of whatever his love left behind.

And with whatever bare minimum he could do to satisfy himself, he always kept the dumbbell beside him. Maybe look at it with a glass of wine he and her shared with laughter and celebrations.

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Alhaitham x you (very vanilla spice)

The sky was a cold shade of greyish blue today and you couldn't help but worry if it was going to rain any moment by now. So, you hurry to the balcony and fetch all the clothes you lay outside for drying back into the house you shared with your boyfriend. You didn't have any classes today, so you had the whole day to yourself while Alhaitham had a few classes back to back. As you were folding the clothes, you worried if he would be extremely tired after attending these long lectures.

The clock was ticking, filling up the cold silence as you finished arranging the clothes and headed downstairs to prepare two cups of warm coffee. You were sure Alhaitham would be absolutely exhausted when he would arrive; after all, he had also pulled an all nighter yesterday, you noted as you heated the milk. You had warned him but he would never listen- if he actually listened to you once, he wouldn't have stress and strain overtaking his entire body.

You were filling the mugs with coffee when the door of the apartment opened up. You peeped outside your kitchen and noticed Alhaitham removing his shoes and placing them inside the shoe rack.

"Welcome back." You greeted with a thoughtful drawl as you noticed the latter's slump of shoulders, sluggish walk and just an overall damp expression. "Alhaitham, I did warn you not to overwork yourself."

"I know." His deep voice sounded weak and slightly hollow.

Sighing, you had the man the mug of coffee and slowly drag him to the bed. "Now, sit down."

"What are you doing?" He asked as he sat down and took a sip of his drink.

"Giving you a massage. Do you know about it?"

"Of course I know about-"

"Okay, perfect." You said as you cracked your fingers and began pressing and rubbing your hands against Alhaitham's shoulders. Your fingers dived into places where you thought the bones were stiff. In response to your touch, Alhaitham relaxed significantly and leaned against your touch. Smiling fondly, you kiss his nape gently and moved your hands slightly lower, massaging the shoulder blades.

"You always tell me to 'take care of myself', to be 'a little bit more selfish' but, when are you going to do the same for yourself?" You gently tread your fingers into the latter's soft silver locks and rub soothing circles on the scalp. "I don't want you to sacrifice your health too."

Alhaitham inhaled deeply before he took another sip. You couldn't see the expression he was making and it somewhat annoyed you but you chose to ignore that for this moment. "The workload has increased, I don't know what to do; all these responsibilities and expectations-"

You hug him from behind. "I know, but, I believe, with how much you have worked and achieved, you deserve a good rest. Believe me if you can't believe yourself for the moment."

The man brings his hand to hold the arm you wrapped around his neck; he rubs it gently and placed his coffee mug aside. He tilts his head and kisses your cheek gently. You blush lightly at the gesture and hide your face in the crook of his neck as you heard your boyfriend's chuckles.

Suddenly, you felt your back pressed against the light cadet grey sheets of your bed and Alhaitham staring down at you from above with all the love of the world. You heard the light pitter patter of the rain outside and you could smell the light fresh cologne on him. The blue grey from the windows accented your boyfriend's face in a melancholic type of softness and you couldn't help but caress his cheek softly.

Alhaitham immediately reacts to the touch by tilting his head to kiss the palm of your hand and later, bring his hand too to place it on top of yours. "I'm so blessed to have you." He whispers so quietly.

You had no idea, but you could feel your tears stinging the corner of your eyes because all of a sudden a punch of all the emotions surged through your veins. "Alhaitham...I-"

The said man takes your hand and kisses the back of it with such tenderness it makes you feel weak in the knees. He trials his soft touches of love down your cheek to your neck, his warm breath and his fast pacing heart providing all the comfort you needed. His strong body was pressed against yours as Alhaitham gently nibbled your jaw while his hands gripped your waist in a delicious way. With every touch and every stimulation, your back arched closer to his in an attempt to want more.

"Alhaitham," Your tears slip down your face on to the bed when he displayed such tenderness to you. It wasn't as if it was the first time you had experienced it; it was just that, you would never get used to the way Alhaitham loves you.

After all, you usually weren't rewarded for your thoughtfulness.

But for him, even just a cup of coffee and a massage was worth a treasure of affirmations and words of love to you. His actions always moved you to tears because there was finally someone who would accept your immense love and return the same if not ten folds.

"I love you." He mumbles with an unspoken promise worth all the stars in the sky.

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Childe x you? Another enemies to sexual tension? Hm

Two hundred and thirty eight charges and wanted in more than thirty six countries; Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax sat right in front of you with his red button up shirt and a chest harness strapped across. One of his legs lay over the knee of his other leg, his index finger tipping against the thigh.

His expression was relatively neutral and scanning you before his lips stretched into a small smirk.

"Well?" He raised an amused eyebrow. "Are the questions detained as well?"

You ignore his statement as you slam your file on the table in front of you and take a sip of your sixth cup of coffee for today. "Alias, Childe; real name, Ajax- caught red handed at X street, mid fight at nine thirty pm."

"Straight to the point? Ah-" He huffed out a chuckle. "At least have a look at my data; I have a degree for capturing pretty hearts like yours."

You shoot the latter a look. "I won't be surprised if the police found a stash of ripped hearts in your apartment." You say nonchalantly as you flip through the pages.

"You wound me, doctor."

"You will be provided mental care from the psychological care center." You responded, not looking up at the other. "Mr Ajax, you have committed grave crimes across forty five countries, each varying in its intensity and scales. Are you aware of the consequences for all of these?"

"No! If I knew my consequence included your presence, then I would've turned myself in a long time ago." Childe casually comments as he lazily eye f*cked your body. "Makes me feel so much better being amongst these grey suffocating walls."

"Too bad I will be here for only two hours." Your eyes watched the latter's mood sour at your statement. "Do you feel any remorse or regret for any of your crimes?"

"The only remorse that will be felt is when I take you somewhere where no one can take you away from me."

You sigh in exasperation at the latter's response. "Very informative. What were your motives behind each of the kills?"

Childe's ocean deep eyes look into you as if he was boring into your soul. He slowly brought one of his hands on top of your thighs, rubbing it slowly and sensually while not breaking eye contact.

"If I say it was because to meet you, would you believe me?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" You ask as you removed his hand off of you. "Please be cooperative and answer the questions as asked."

His smirk turned almost devilish, his eyes darkening with each passing time. "Make me."

You threw a needle of tranquilizer between Childe's fingers that rested on the table with calculated precision. The ginger looked at the sharp metal with almost a look of lust before looking back at you again.

"You have my deep interest."

"Keep it to yourself. Now, tell me, were you motivated to commit any of these crimes or did you take these upon yourself?"

"I'll have you know my motivation and loyalty runs deeper than the oceans, princess. I could always provide a demo."

"Sorry, I preserve my time for men who are worth it."

"The fact that you are brought in front of me to interrogate for two hours actually tells a lot about how much you prioritize me."

"It's my job, Ajax."

The said man let out a huff. "My name sounds so good from your tongue."

"Alright, Mr Childe." His face fell at the immediate change. "Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders."

"Before this? No, I never bothered to check. But right now? I might need to be tested for Limerence."

You let out a chuckle in disbelief at the other's knowledge in such things when suddenly the timer went off. You immediately pack up your things and exit the room without even looking back, your coat swing behind you.

Childe's expression changed back to a neutral one as he watched you leave.

The man rubbed the jewel of his piercing when it glows lightly and he whispers. "We will have a guest by the end of the night."

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Yoo Joonghyuk: grumpy big baby

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Shalalalala Here's an Incubus Dainsleif x You pov

You've heard terrifying tales of the incubus, you've seen horrifying portraits of those little devils. Stout, pointy eared, red eyed creatures who came at night to assault the sleeping. And curse your own curiosity, you've read numerous book on them, heard so many stories from the people around you and you have been warned by late midnight incubus attacks.

Oh you were definitely afraid, but intrigued at the same time. Those artists, those in the media have no idea what the incubus even looked like when the victim disappeared along with the creature. The townsfolk murmured that they had been brainwashed and lured into the honeytrap placed by the demons to lead them to hell.

Ah, how wrong they were.

The incubus who came to visit you had a devilish beauty; the edge, the mystery, the rugged asymmetrical perfection all framed by his blond locks that fell on his shoulders so gracefully. And he approached you with hypnotic steps, breaths uneven, almost animalistic that kept you on your toes as you slowly backed away with every step he took. His blue eyes looked at you with unhidden lust- it was unhinged that it almost left you breathless.

His dark cloak flowed behind him, the glowing blue illuminating his face that made you weak in the knees. Your eyes wandered around his arms and body, and you had the forbidden thought of him manhandling you on the bed. The way his frame could easily tower and cover you entirely slowly had your self restraint melting into a puddle of goo. You just wished the man would hurry and hold you in his huge hands that could probably connect if he circled them around your waist.

Domineering steps follow yours and before you could register anything, one of his hands slam heavily beside you on the wall behind you. The sound resonating throughout your house, making you shiver at the sheer difference in power and control. His warm breath tickled your neck as he bent down while his other hand travelled down the small of your back, making you arch in his touch.

"My travels of thousand years has not disappointed me." He whispered, drawling every word as if they had all the time in the world.