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Cause of Your Own Infidelity (Mydei x Reader x Sampo)

A/N: I had a weird dream last night, involving me and my best friend witnessing my bullshit. Warning for sexual shit and drama vomit, I guess.

Synopsis: Mydei walks in on something no one ever wishes to witness. Modern AU!

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(Not proofread)

(BF/N)=best friend’s name (fem pronouns used)

(Y/N)=your name (fem pronouns used)

“OH MY GOSH-“

“Holy shit-(BF/N) WAIT—“

(BF/N) slammed the door behind her after witnessing that horrible, awful, disgusting, sight, back to the wall wondering what the fuck she just saw. Holy shit-

But there was no time to process the sight that would take years to bleach out of her mind. It was a sight she never, ever, ever, EVER wanted to see, never again would she want to see her bestie in such a position, never ever, ever, ever, oh goodness never ever.

The ring of the apartment doorbell left no time to sit and think and process, someone was waiting for attention. Her mind did not have the bandwidth to think of who, running on autopilot and still stuck on the flash of scene she had witnessed. Shaky legs took her to the front door and she hesitantly opened it without checking the peephole. Who was it standing with flowers and gifts and a plushie right behind the door, sharply dressed and well adorned?

Mydei.

“Is (Y/N) home?” He asked, not stepping in without confirmation. (BF/N) slowly nodded, eyes still wide, mind still traumatized.

“H-her room…”

Mydei didn’t question (BF/N)’s odd behavior. She was (Y/N)’s friend, he knew they got up to weird stuff all the time. He walked in as she stepped aside, placing the gift bag and plushie on the kitchen counter and taking the flowers in his hand as he walked up to (Y/N)’s bedroom. He had a surprise planned.

The muffled moaning behind the door as he got closer, that he did indeed hear. (BF/N) finally registered what was happening before her far too late. The shit storm was about to commence.

“Mydei, wait—“

(Y/N)’s bedroom door was slammed open, the sight before (BF/N)’s eyes once again as well as  (Y/N)’s boyfriend’s, Mydei’s.

“MYDEI, IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”

Sampo chuckled seeing the audience in the doorway, like this was just a regular Tuesday as he laid on the bed. His hands made their way down to (Y/N)’s rear, leaning her forward ever so slightly.

“It’s exactly what it looks like, buddy.” There was the undeniable sight of his bare cock plunged deep inside (Y/N)’s heat.

Mydei was silent as (BF/N) looked up at him in horror. She had just let him in to witness this without warning. His grip on the bedroom door handle tightened, but he didn’t say anything.

There was a moment of silence as Mydei took a deep breath, the sight before him forever burned into his mind. Inside of him was rage, hurt, sadness, and betrayal. (Y/N) knew that look in his eyes. That seeming lack of reaction meant far worse things than any explosion of anger ever could. This was bad. Without a word, Mydei shut the bedroom door.

“Mydei, wait!” (Y/N) shouted desperately on the other side, her pleas cut off and muffled at the closing door.

(BF/N) took a step back as Mydei slowly walked back to the kitchen and gently set the flowers beside the bag of gifts. He was silent, too silent. But (BF/N) didn’t need to be the one to date the man to know what he was likely going through his mind.

“I’ll drop her stuff off tomorrow morning.” He said, his voice way too calm. Mydei walked back to the apartment front door. “Tell her not to contact me again.” 

There was a firm coldness in his words. There was no question about it. The relationship was over. (Y/N) need not trouble herself with trying to mend things, not even try and return his own belongings she had in her possession.

Her bedroom door opened, there was the sound of bare footsteps running on the tile. (Y/N) came rushing to the front door, clad only in her robe, another man’s liquids still dripping down her thighs.

“Mydei, wait! Please let me explain!” She begged. There was the awaited desperation. She was going to try and justify.

“Save your breath.” Mydei responded, holding a hand up to stop her from talking, not even turning around to look at her. He couldn’t bear to look at her. He wasn’t going to let her see the pain written all over his face, wasn’t going to let himself be vulnerable in front of a woman he no longer wanted to love.

“No, Mydei, please let me explain, you don’t understand—“

“I don’t want to hear it.” He said a little louder this time, in a tone that left no room for argument, quiet fury. It left (Y/N) frozen in fearful silence.

“Goodbye.” He said, opening the apartment front door and gently shutting it behind him. (Y/N) finally realized the weight of what she had just done, the horrible reality finally crashing down on her. She felt like she was going to be sick. Her legs buckled beneath her as she felt weak. She fell to her knees. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she stared at the front door, at where Mydei had just stood just a few seconds prior.

(BF/N) was stuck in silence, still processing what the hell just happened before her. She just witnessed the collapse of the best relationship (Y/N) had ever had. For what? Some sleezebag (Y/N) swore she’d never go back to again? 

(BF/N) was torn between what to do. Her bestie was breaking down on the floor before her, but this was her infidelity that caused all this. What is she supposed to do? Comfort her, scold her, berate her? Was she supposed to leave too?

Footsteps could be heard coming from Izzy’s bedroom again.

“Welp, this was fun, but I best be on my way. Duty calls and I am a man of my word.” Sampo walked up to (Y/N) on the floor, practically redressed, holding his jacket in his arms. He knelt down and placed a gentle kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead before standing up again. “If you need something again, love, you know who to call.” He said, holding his hand up to the side of his face in a “call me” manner, as if everything was right in his perfect world. (Y/N) couldn’t even look at him, still stuck to the floor in stunned silence. “See you later, ladies. Sampo Koski, out!”

The front door shut as another one of (Y/N)’s lovers walked out the door.

[nativeofsumeru]

Honkai Star Rail Fanfiction Ideas (Part 5)

~~ Dan Heng x reader -reader is a Xianzhou native and long-life species -returning to the Xianzhou, he's confronted by a familiar face, one of the top Cloud Knights, his lover back when he was Dan Feng -reader recognizes him immediately too -route one: reader is angry at him for what he did in his past life, lovers to enemies back to lovers again, or simply they stay enemies and Dan Heng has to leave the Xianzhou again without resolving issues with reader, reader has somewhat cooled off around the time the Wardance begins, reader and Dan Heng actually have a chance to sit and speak with more privacy through all their feelings -route two: reader's past repressed feelings and emotions come to the surface, reader is ecstatic to have him back but Dan Heng does not harbor the same feelings for them anymore, reader and Dan Heng have a moment to speak to each other and get reader some closure, he makes it unfortunately clear when he leaves the Xianzhou again and reader bids him a bittersweet farewell again

Mydeimos x reader -Mydei gets stabbed in his weak spot by Phainon -he wakes up from his nightmare, sitting up in bed -after reorienting him, he remembrs it was just a nightmare, he's at home in the palace with his spouse by his side still sound asleep and the city-state he rules is still standing proud and prospering but currently resting during the night, and his children were still resting peacefully in their beds -the nightmare felt so real, but some believe that dreams are windows into what the lives of you in different universes -Mydei finds it so stupid, such a crazy idea, that he'd let Castrum Kremnos fall and let himself be so easily taken out with a sword to the back, he was the most feared and respected ruler in Amphoreus after all -reader finds him awake at night and deep in thought about the whole thing, but reassures him, it's just a nightmare -they're a happy royal family after all -one of their children walks in saying how they can't sleep, also suffering from a nightmare -fluffy ending of Mydei, reader, and their child falling back asleep

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Honkai Star Rail Fanfiction Ideas (Part 4)

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Aventurine x reader -reader and Aventurine are married -met and bonded over similar traumatic backgrounds and working for the IPC -reader and Aventurine have a young child together -reader and Aventurine are on the couch in the living room and child runs in -child comments how they "want to be cool like daddy" even down to getting a cool "tatoo" like him too, blissfully unaware of the truth behind the symbols on Aven's neck -at night, reader and Aven have a big comfort and cuddle moment talking about the situation

Mydeimos x reader x platonic!Phainon -happens after 3.1 quests -reader is Kremnoan and has stood by Mydei since the beginning of his story -Mydei and reader were wed prior to the 3.0 quest line -reader wants to fight alongside Mydei which he shuts down, wanting to keep reader safe -some of Mydei's last wishes he shared with Phainon before departing included "take care of them for me, please" -a few days after Mydei's departure, Phainon finds them sitting on the rooftop Mydei would normally stand on (the in-game location he can be found out) with the memory crystal activated in a weak attempt to feel like Mydei is there -Phainon and reader have a comforting conversation on the rooftop discussing emotions and the Flamechase -if reader is a Chrysos Heir, reader could potentially share their newfound skepticism or dislike for the gods and the prophecy that Phainon is conflicted dealing with and trying to discourage this way of thinking -If writer wants to add more romantic drama layers, have Phainon have unrequited feelings for reader, reader is wholeheartedly loyal to Mydei regardless of the separation and makes that clear to Phainon

Aglaea x reader -reader has been Aglaea's right hand for a long time, supporting her no matter what -however, reader can begin to pick on the "loss of humanity" since Aglaea took up the mantle of the demigod of Romance -it starts with small, minor things that could easily be brushed off, but with time it becomes more difficult to ignore -reader confronts Aglaea about it, she was already aware they were feeling this way thanks to golden threads -a conversation with reader sharing their concerns, but Aglaea also making sure reader realizes that with the whole Chrysos Heirs and prophecy, there's always going to be some sort of price to pay and her priorities lie with the people of Okhema and the Flamechase -reader having to come to terms that things will never be the same again, they'll either have to deal with it and continue to stay by their lover's side or choose to part ways if it's not what they can handle for the future -Either way, Aglaea communicates that she'd understand and respect whatever decision they make -feels more like a professional conversation with a superior rather than communication with a lover

Phainon x reader -very much pre-Amphoreus quests -Phainon, reader, and Cyrene growing up together in Aedes Elysiae -playing in the golden fields, doing simple activities around the village together -the "tarot card" scene where Cyrene brings up Phainon being a "Deliverer" -at Phainon expressing his dislike for such a path, reader says how great it is and that they can help save Amphoreus together -Phainon and reader develop noticeable feelings for each other as they grow up, Cyrene pushes for it happily -the sun and -perhaps Phainon and reader get married in a small village "wedding" as soon as they're able, both are very young -Phainon and reader excitedly discussing in private the plans for the rest of their lives, children, their shared home, and of course, saving the world together, they have their whole lives together ahead of them after all -Phainon, reader, and Cyrene are together when the black tide comes for their village -fast forward to present day Amphoreus and Tribbie waking up Phainon from his nap, likely in an odd location -he brushes off their concerns, he swears he's fine -perhaps he catches a glimpse of something in his surroundings that reminds him of reader

Feixiao x reader x Moze -Moze may be Feixiao's Shadow Guard and the one given free will to try and assassinate Feixiao whenever he so desires -but he'll have to get through Feixiao's top devoted assassin first (reader), who put him to shame almost every time -Feixiao doesn't need reader's protection, she makes that clear, but reader is devoted to her regardless and Feixiao can't help but find it amusing, even if she gets annoyed by it sometimes -flashback -reader basically accompanies Feixiao to almost every single event, meeting, or otherwise at her side, wherever Feixiao goes, reader is no doubt far behind -then Feixiao took pit on a poor "good for nothing" low life (Moze) -if Feixiao ending: basically general x her bodyguard story, Feixiao teases reader a lot knowing full well the dynamic and feelings they have going on -if Moze ending: enemies to lovers story, Moze found someone who's practically matched him in speed and skill

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𑑛 “SKIN AFLAME, YOUR TOUCH REMINDS ME OF THE PAST” ﾉ MYDEI. HONKAI STAR RAIL

fem reader ﾉ words 5.4k ✘ spoilerless (vaguely happens before the in-game events) but many references to mydei’s lore. internal monologue on his views on relationships. overthinking king lol he’s more pliant and sentimental here. reader has an established background that is barely mentioned and not important (yet, unless i decide to write more parts cough cough). slow burn but also we’re past that stage. casual intimacy. mydei is lowkey in denial even though he’s eating you out. kissing. cuddling. oral and fingering — reader receiving. explicit, but this fic is not just pure smut (actually, why did i even bother adding it LOL) ﾉ if you see any mistakes, no you don’t, sorry, i can proofread only this much before giving up ✘ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

it took him so many years to finally touch you, perhaps twice more until he tells you what’s locked inside his heart. the whisper of the wind brings a new day, yet he remains in the past, seeing in new comrades friends of old and in you — the one he still calls his dearest.

The Thief Star shimmering on the horizon emanates gentle light, announcing the passing of the previous day. Deep into the dimly lit night, with the bottom of his cup still sparkling in pink of the pomegranate juice mixed with goat milk, Mydei looks up at the starless, greyish sky and wonders how long until enemies descend onto this city. The meteor could be shining deep crimson for all it’s worth — its symbolism isn’t that grim anymore since the entirety of Amphoreus has sunk into calamity regardless if it was shining white or scarlet.

Curious it is that so many people living here haven’t seen the true darkness, heavens sprinkled with stars like flour on the baker’s table. He remembers those and smiles to himself, sensing the sentimental wave washing over his mind.

The rest of his body still buzzes with chatter and laughter of the spontaneous dinner near the blacksmith’s forge. It was fine and put him in a good mood. But warm embers in the fire, prattle and songs, and Kremnoan men patting each other on the shoulders always bring out memories he wishes to digest alone. Just a while ago, he moved up on the terrace next to his lodging, trying to wash away thoughts about the past and finish his drink while lying on the blanket left on the floor.

Watching Okhema fade into a quiet night is boring. Peaceful and easing the tension in his body, but not interesting, and he doesn’t feel like resting yet. There is too much adrenaline still running through his bloodstream to think about sleep; besides, what point would it be now if the morning will arrive sooner than expected?

Just to fiddle with his hands and pass the time, he takes off the heavy gauntlets and the golden plates off his legs, finally revelling in the mild wind stroking his skin through clothes. His arms are hot from wearing metal all day, sweaty under his fingers, albeit quickly drying with each swipe of the breeze.

He once again stares into nothingness but the sound of footsteps nearby jerks him out of his reverie.

It’s you, walking from behind the balustrade, pulling yourself over the marble with grace but visible tiredness.

Not surprising that it’s you since little to no one knows about the passage between the columns that allows one to step onto his balcony without first getting through the guards. It’s useful, even for Mydei. He was insistent on sharing the same houses and rooms with everyone else, but Krateros didn’t want to hear any of that, and thus he ended up with a private quarter and this spot, right next to his room; it would be great for stargazing, if not for the skies forever brightened by the Dawn Device.

“And why are you sneaking around at night?” He says in a gruff voice. “Tough day?”

“How did you know?” You reply with a question to his question, sitting in front of him, leaning over his raised knee as he makes enough space for you on the carpet.

“It’s past the Curtain-Fall Hour. And you bit your lip again.”

“Aah, nothing gets past your keen eyes, does it?” You laugh sheepishly, reaching with your fingers to press on your lips and bite them again, but you stop in the last moment under the influence of his dissatisfied glare. “You know how it’s like with the Council of Elders. The pots with fresh water and food should have been delivered to refugees much earlier, so I’m quite pissed about the fact that only now we have people assigned to do the job…” You end up with a whine, slumping over his knee.

Mydei is happy to see you. He nods, passing the cup to you and waiting until you take a sip, your fingers brushing against his. You don’t drink much, just to taste it, but the pomegranate seeds stick to your lower lip anyway. Before he can instinctively reach to wipe your mouth, you do it yourself against the hem of your dress.

“Manners.”

“I’m tired, spare me the critique. At least the benefit of working near the Marmoreal Palace is that I can take a bath right after leaving.” Your hair smells nicely of flower oils as you push it away from your face and sigh contentedly.

He finds you beautiful no matter if you’re freshly bathed or not, or if you’re exhausted or wear a dress stained with fruit juice. He won’t tell you that. This isn’t the first time you’ve ended up here when your mind needed distraction after long hours of work. It’s become somewhat a habit. If anything, he likes it too.

“I’ve heard you spent some time near the blacksmith’s workshop. Isn’t there too hot to host a party? Did something happen?”

“The forges are always burning. Do they bother you that much?” He chuckles as your eyebrow lifts and your forehead creases with curiosity. “Nothing happened. They had wine and honey brew, which some of the soldiers could not refuse. I followed them to hear their stories.”

“But you don’t drink… Was your evening pleasant, then?”

“I’m certain I would enjoy it much less if I were interested in alcohol.” Mydei pats your head. Your eyes close briefly under his touch. “It’s valuable to know what’s happening among other people, especially during times like these.”

You agree silently.

“Heh, maybe one day I will hear from you an engaging tale of flirting in front of the fire instead of the usual serious blabber.” Your cheeky grin spreads wide across your face, making him sneer in disbelief.

“I consider you serious to a similar degree. What would be more worrying is if you stopped rambling incessantly after work. At least you’re keeping me amused without getting on my nerves.”

“Unlike Phainon?”

“I might take back what I’ve just said about you.”

“Forgive me, I was just teasing you! Don’t look at me with this expression…” You plead, showing him the most innocent face you can manage despite laughter bubbling deep in your throat. “Alright, back to tonight’s celebration— and then you started thinking about the past and decided to leave, hmm?”

“Indeed.”

“You should try telling me some of your stories. Maybe they’d weigh less on your heart then.”

“Maybe another time.” He cuts you off fast.

“I’ve heard that already.” You chortle softly, pinching his left arm through the sleeve. He barely flinches under your touch. “I have another question then, if you don’t mind. Just warning you that it’s quite specific and I allow you to behead me if it’s too personal.”

“I’m always dreading your unexpected questions.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks down at you with half a smile. “But since we are here alone, feel free to do so.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about this for a while already but couldn’t find the right moment…” You start slowly, moving onto his lap like a curious cat, though you subconsciously pin him in place without an evident chance for him to escape since he’d be forced to throw you off himself first. Out of reflex, his palms settle on your hips to keep you upright if you were to lose balance; his thumbs draw tiny circles on the fabric of your tunic, slightly bunching it up. “Are you… by any chance… a virgin?”

The question is purely evil by his standards — nothing he has ever cared about, and neither wanted to contemplate, yet forever present because of his legacy. Futile were his constant efforts to make it clear that he was not interested in being a king and, less important but still affecting him deeply, not ready either. Not in this lifetime, no matter how long, not even after a thousand deaths.

Thankfully, you were one of those few people that he could trust.

Or so he thought because your inquiring voice still hangs in the heavy air and he wishes you weren’t that likeable because he couldn’t even get mad at you.

He just sighs, resigned.

“Why do you need to know?”

“I don’t. I just want to know but it’s not a demand.” Your finger plays around the golden swirls of his leather belt. “Please, don’t feel obliged to answer.”

“You wouldn’t be asking me that if I had a choice.”

“You can always refuse. I won’t be mad! I’m sorry if I’m pushing your limits, though…”

Your gaze is fixed on his chest as your fingertips caress his skin, exploring the sinuous red markings, and his breathing raises heavily. You would never order anything from him, at least not when it comes to intimacy. That’s a problematic topic for both of you, if you assume correctly.

Even more so if the current state of Amphoreus is taken into consideration. Perhaps those average citizens of Okhema do not feel the dread reaching their feet, blissfully unaware — or without the desire to be aware. Which is, frankly, understandable, as bearing the knowledge of the black tide and the reality behind the borders of the Holy City is enough to make your spirit falter multiple times a day. This is not what one could call a good climate for flirting or looking for love. The chances of losing friends and family are too great.

Besides, swept by the workload between the forever complaining Council of Elders and running errands in Lady Aglaea’s or Lady Tribios’ stead takes too much of your daily time to even think of anything that isn’t helping the cause.

Mayhaps that is exactly why you grew so close to Mydei across all these years of serving Okhema. He’s also involved, even more than you could ever be. Together with other Chrystos Heirs, he represents hope, although his life was nothing but hopeless, if you were to believe the tales and songs you often hear among the crowd. But he protects those who cannot shield themselves. For the very same reason, the majority of his people refer to him as a god king even though he is still just a crowned prince and hasn’t claimed any of the Coreflames yet.

Your innocent curiosity always blossoms between the frown of his eyebrows before they can even form a wrinkle, with your kind spirit taking away all his sturdiness.

He takes a deep breath, again.

“And how do I look to you?”

“I think you had your fair share of lovers. It just doesn’t feel significant to you because you’re always moving forward.” You guess, a bold statement despite the burn on your face.

Mydei remains silent.

Nevertheless, you are not wrong. As far as he remembers, many men and women alike were falling easily and often for him — that he wasn’t counting, but this makes him uncomfortable in his own skin since it implies that they didn’t seem worthy of his time. Quite the opposite. Mydei cared for some of them, enjoyed as well, picking only partners who gave him the resolve to continue his endless journey. Sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn’t; they got tired or fed up and he was too busy reaching the elusive destination; some wanted nothing else than an immortal warrior protecting them; others died of old age or sickness or defeated by enemies. None had made him weak. But there is something different with you that feels too weakening to ignore…

Albeit your appearance is distinct, so many other traits downright unlike those he remembers — you do bring out from the depths of his heart the same emotions he used to know only in the past. From when his most treasured companions were still alive, when Hephaestion was still sitting beside him in his lithe form. Since then, no one made him feel truly complete.

Not even Phainon…

Not even you…

How many years has it been? Is love even something he can understand outside of just hearing it in another language? He’s aware that this word exists. A concept, not acknowledged by any of his kin.

Has he ever specifically looked for love?

Not after bidding farewells to his friends, wasting opportunity after opportunity to say anything more about his feelings besides calling it a fellowship exceeding life and death. Ingrained forever in his heart, they follow him to this day, in memories. He misses them. Always and forever. But there is a part of him regretting that he hadn’t given himself a chance in a romantic or at least sexual pursuit before it was too late and he grew bitter and hurt, death after death until resurrection was the only thing setting his heart ablaze.

Another issue is that he has never wished for an heir. That would only bring more suffering. If not for him, then for that innocent child burdened with his blood. Even with the use of elixirs from the Grove, he was doubtful if women could avoid getting pregnant after sharing his bed. Especially doubtful since Mnestia’s blessings were often unexpected, breaking all forms of law and order.

But he doesn’t want to think about it now.

Disinterested in searching for a female companion, Mydei considered men as well, as it surely would prevent the risk of conceiving a child. However, it didn’t feel right in his mind to flirt with those who were sons and grandsons of his previous comrades.

But he doesn’t want to think about it now, either.

Such is the fickleness of lovers because Cerces, Titan of Reason, would surely argue about all that, but Titan of Romance was never one to listen.

Now, it is beyond Mydei’s understanding how he ended up tonight with you on that intricately woven carpet, with pillows and half-empty bowls of fruits from the previous feast. Even worse, he enjoys your presence and smiles inside whenever there’s a chance to spend time together when none of you is busy.

But that is a long story. Stupidly so, he thinks about it way too often, reminding himself of all the shared adventures and uneventful days, similar to how he reminisces about his companions of old.

“I am… not interested in that kind of pleasure.” He replies at last.

That was honest enough. But not satisfactory. Your head shakes slowly, accepting his vague words while trying to connect them into something that would let you imagine anything more than that. He must have sensed it because he places his hand over your palm.

“Even if I say more, you won’t find any sufficient reason to my decision.”

“What a pity. Maybe next time if you ever feel like talking with me more. I don’t mind, though…”

Mydei bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste his blood for a second. What do you mean by that?

The sheer confusion of having you on his lap, talking about intimacy, cuddling him and raking your nails gently across his muscles, prevents him from even getting hard in his pants. Laughable. Foolish. As if that would ever happen in reality, like it must be a dream despite him being the one to invite you to spend the evening together since he’s rarely available for a private conversation, even at nights.

His eyes close upon your gentle touch. When will he finally comprehend that it’s making him too weak? Letting your hands on him scatter what little sanity he has left in his mind…

“Have you been always interested in finding out?”

“Hmm, no… But I wonder if you’d ever want to take it further than just letting me on your lap or sharing the same fruit on the rooftops at night?”

His lips purse until the sharpness of his jawline relaxes with a scoff. One day he might actually fall for someone like you. Maybe he already did but doesn’t want to admit it.

Would he let anyone else on his lap or share the same fruit on the rooftops at night? Unlikely.

This small distance between the two of you makes him squirm underneath you. In spite of your everyday guise, now you look confident, although bashful. And he, instead of the recognisable pride and intensity, is clueless, cornered. He pulls you closer by the waist. His body burns hotter the more he tries to stay away.

How quickly you can defeat him with your soft body and saccharine eyes. Mydei would even dare to say that he prefers having you on top, as much as he likes being in charge otherwise. But he cannot stop admiring you either — something about this peculiar aura that makes you as mysterious as you are inviting.

As he thinks, your lips curve around his fingers after placing kisses through them; you keep eye contact as you continue, nuzzling into his open hand. He knows you’re doing your best because otherwise you would rather hide, hoping that closing your eyes is enough to make you disappear. He could smile about it, too, if he did not see such behaviour as sickening. Painfully adorable.

Insecurely flirting, you couldn’t be possibly any closer to the complete opposite of him, yet the more time he spends with you, the more similarities he finds despite those contrasting first impressions. He’s now gently grabbing your cheeks between his palms, as if to ground himself before overthinking your strange familiarity, that you fit here like he’s been doing that for years and not a short while.

A kiss might heal your fears; it must, judging from how quick you are to react. For a moment there is no place left in Mydei’s mind that isn’t occupied by the giggles coming out of you once he allows himself to do more than just taste that sweet flavour of your lips.

This could not get any better, but before he can even relish in this little pleasure, your hands settle on his abdomen. Then you try going further south. When you reach the hem of his pants, your mouth turns dry and your throat clenches, forcing you to stop the kiss when you imagine what this will lead to if he won’t stop you. In turn, his breathing also increases; he knows very well what’s happening and he would gladly give it to you freely if not for a better idea invading his senses.

“Mhm—” His grunt against your mouth is almost indecorous. “Stop your hands.” You pull apart, slightly ashamed of your own eagerness.

While you shy away and look down, Mydei swiftly places you below him, laying your back on the soft carpet. Suddenly he looms over your form and his hair falls to the sides of his face like a golden waterfall. One arm supporting his weight, he pushes some locks behind his ear with the other and then uses it to open your legs without any strength; you are easy to spread for him, but still attempt to regain an ounce of control by hooking a calf above his hips and force him to retain some distance.

“I have never claimed a woman in bed. And I do not plan on changing that tonight.”

“That’s… d-did you have to get us in this position just to say that?” Your voice trembles with an awkward laugh.

“Had you asked that question yourself, you wouldn’t be straddling my lap before that.” He sounds petulant, but that doesn’t stop him from leaning down to kiss your neck. “But if you’re so insistent on getting an answer out of me, I can prove you my lack of experience.”

By that, you understand what he means — a demonstration rather than using words to convince you. Then again, you wonder how else could he demonstrate something that he’s never done before. Does he want you to guide him? Should you?

Instead of allowing you to ponder too much, he ends up with his face between your legs, pulling away the soft cotton of your flimsy tunic. As always, it’s been so easy for you to set fire inside of him; it never takes long nor does much effort on your part to become this desperate mess he tries to contain. Everything about you looks divinely forbidden but tastes like sacred sugar on his tongue as your scent fills his nostrils; it smells sweeter than all the pomegranates. It feels softer than silk when he nips your inner thighs, teasing you until you muffle your first moans in the pillows.

The only thing that doesn’t match perfectly the vision in his head is your body language, which seems reluctant somehow. But how else can he interpret this resistance when your pulse quickens and he knows very well what the agitated rhythm of it means?

“Are you alright?” He asks against your stomach.

“Not at all.” Your voice barely works when you speak and he has to lean closer.

“What? Is everything fine?” he insists, worried.

“Nothing is fine. The crowned prince of Kremnos is kissing my thighs!” You try to laugh off the embarrassment, but it takes another short-breath confirmation, maybe even a whine and some broken words to explain your sudden hesitation. “This is the first time someone moves between my legs…”

“This is my first time getting down on a woman…” He responds without stutter, but his confession gains your attention and you prop on your elbows with wide eyes.

“You’re now making me curious and wishing I knew this story.”

He shakes his head with a smirk. “Irrelevant. Is it even the right time?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting—”

Without adding anything else and stopping your voice, Mydei goes straight to work — slowly, tentative. If he truly needs to get acquainted with that act, then why not do it now with you? When his tongue starts tasting every inch, he hears you gasping in surprise at this unexpected warmth enveloping your pussy.

“Mydei!” You laugh in between whimpers, trying to stop your knees from shaking when he eagerly suckles everywhere around, no precision whatsoever but definitely mapping where you get sensitive. “Ah—! I will not believe that you haven’t touched a woman!”

“Is it that different? Because I don’t think so.” He replies bluntly, raising his head for just a moment before kissing all around your tummy. He has no problem being honest about how little experience he really has. That is mostly because of how you look, all messed up and giggly despite him just instinctively following some clues.

Unable to stop himself from wondering, sometimes his attention to detail gets on his nerves. Why can’t he simply enjoy you as you are, writhing and all excited just because he’s the one touching you? Why does he have to muse if you always get so easily riled up, or is it his influence alone? He doesn’t dare to ask you about your experience, frowning when none of the possibilities can be backed by what he knows about you.

After nibbling around your midriff, he remembers the main goal. He carefully uses two fingers to separate your folds, finding that tender button of flesh pulsating hot under his thumb. Again, you tremble hard underneath the foreign touch, although he believes it feels good enough and he cannot take his eyes off you.

“I wasn’t doubting you…” You chuckle before the moan spills off your open lips.

“Here?” He asks, ignoring everything else.

“Y-yes…” Your voice turns into a sob with the next flick against your clit, unable to talk anymore as Mydei leans forward again.

It only takes him a while to understand exactly how much pressure you need, which direction to apply it and how much of you he should fit inside his mouth.

“Does it feel good?” There’s genuine concern behind these words.

“Yes, yes, it does…”

The goosebumps rise on your thigh under his palm. Whenever you let out a shaky exhale, the only other sound that remains between you two is the obscene one made by your wet cunt sliding against his face. And you enjoy every little bit of it as your eyes roll back, finally succumbing into this new type of pleasure; your nails disappear among the wild strands of his golden hair as you desperately grab and caress them. His name keeps escaping your lips each time his tongue circles your pussy, never focusing on your sweet spot exclusively until it reaches the point where it aches for his attention.

“Mydei, I— you’ve just asked if it’s the spot…”

“Yes. This is why I’m not touching you there.” He smiles.

“H-uh, don’t be like that!”

“Am I doing it well, or do you rather have my fingers instead?” The tone is serious even if he sees the annoyed look taking hold of your expression.

He waits for a response, pleased to watch you fumble while searching for the right word — especially once your hips start swaying unconsciously to regain back the friction that was removed too suddenly. When no verbal answer comes, he lifts an eyebrow with pride at the lack of it because it can only mean that he has flustered you beyond reason. You can only yelp out a timid agreement, too busy hiding your face behind your hand, before he gives it a chance and slides one finger inside.

“Mydei, ugh—!”

“And others complain that I’m incompetent at expressing my feelings…” He croons at your intangible comment.

“Hmph…”

Despite what he initially claimed, Mydei does indeed know how to pleasure women. Perhaps it is not that different, like he said, just to understand the other person, no matter the previous experience. His calloused hands aren’t particularly gentle nor careful as he moves inside but that’s just a matter of getting adjusted to your body; other than that, he knows what he’s doing. He assumes with great accuracy, making up for the lack of habitual gestures with what is his keen instinct. His wrist moves slow yet feels like hammer nonetheless, a firm thrust compared to the previous kitten licks left on your clit which you still sense the dissipating flutter of.

And the sight is no less arousing for him; after licking his upper lip clean, Mydei stares at your gaping mouth and your furrowed eyebrows when his free hand rubs soothing circles on the inner part of your knee. A second finger slides alongside the first to stretch you further, to feel the squeeze of your walls getting snug. They twitch deliciously whenever he curls upwards, reaching your sweetest spot hidden deep within and allowing himself some needy murmurs to match yours.

“It’s e-enough…” You mumble in an utterly unconvincing tone.

“Is it? Do you want me to stop?” He looks up at you, eyes sharply gauging if you truly meant it.

“… No.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, sighing at the mixed response. “Are you close?”

“Y-yes, I think so…”

With your juices spilling all over him, Mydei speeds up until every motion becomes nearly too much. His touch sets you ablaze until there’s nothing else you can do but come undone with a long whine followed by short gasps to keep your breathing steady — though it does nothing to calm the muscles clamping around his digits, even after he stops moving them altogether. He enjoys having you trapped between bliss and oversensitivity, feeling the softness of your warm skin glimmering with sweat and your heartbeat racing underneath the skin.

Any attempts of calming yourself down end up futile while your pussy convulses around his still inserted fingers, covered in your sticky arousal; not that he minds at all. Frankly, he is quite delighted seeing you shaken to such a degree. He would lie saying that it wasn’t rewarding to render you completely vulnerable. Alas, he’s doubtful that this could feel that good with his lack of tact. He’s skilled in the art of war, not love — if he can even call it as such, knowing this word only in one language, nonexistent in the other. Any previous endeavours were always clumsy, frustrating; at least now he’s aware of that, slightly more confident while getting close to someone’s body.

Your state, however? Unimaginable.

It’d be simply impossible to make you that satisfied in a short amount of time and he doesn’t believe that you’d be that much more sensitive than any of his past lovers either. So, where lies the difference? Is it in your eyes that glance at him between fluttering lashes, shiny from tears and with pupils blown wide to cover the colour of your irises almost whole? Do you see in him something more than anyone else? That makes him flinch, bedazzled and iffy at being perceived even through your barely responsive consciousness.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t want to part with your pussy because it feels so good keeping his fingers nestled inside — a warm hug of your slippery walls. He swallows a knot in his throat and eventually withdraws, staring at your opening as it contracts briefly before the climax dwindles entirely. His jaw stays slack with amazement at the glistening surface that welcomes him — swollen, slightly parted around the entrance dripping slick from his relentless pumping. A vision that will haunt him every night before sleep unless he somehow manages to tell you that he needs you more than he’s willing to admit; that he wants to do this again. Then he does it, leans forward once again. Your core throbs tiredly when he brings his mouth right against your sensitive clit.

“Mydei, enough!”

He kisses you there just once, a long-lasting suckle. “Now it’s enough.”

You let out a breathy laugh, weakly fiddling with his hair in amusement. You barely register what is happening anymore until he starts trailing upward; he can only purr once your hands grab him by the neck and pull him up, eager to smooch those lips covered in your own essence.

And here it is again, the sudden urge that hits him when he realises how willingly you cling to him right away after the deed. You wrap your arms around him, holding tight as you both roll sideways on the fluffy carpet before sinking anew into the pillows and silken sheets. Mydei breaks the kiss just to nuzzle into your collarbone and you whisper something similar to ‘I love you’. Although he didn’t hear it clearly, he will not bother asking for clarification.

“I’ll leave you a good memory…” He whispers back with his golden eyes meeting yours as he embraces you closer and settles comfortably on the side to not squish you with his weight.

“Just one?” You pout. “Can I ask for more?”

“Mhm.” He’s thankful you understand what he’s unable to say out loud. Except that he’s more and more desperate to overcome that abstract shyness because it’s humiliating that he’s more scared to whisper in your ear that he wants to bed you than to speak in front of the entire Kremnoan Detachement. “But not right now.”

“Yes, not right now. I feel like falling asleep…” You hum with satisfaction and yawn softly, brushing a few stray locks of his hair behind his ear.

He wants you to fall asleep in his arms, looking at you almost pleadingly after he nearly melts against your palm when it touches his temple. Your fingertips dance through the sharp curves of his features — cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose bridge and back to his lips where they pause for a second, letting him brush a brief peck on them. A sigh leaves his mouth while he holds you tighter as he puts his head on top of yours. The sound makes your heart ache when he mumbles another unclear statement and you’re too dazed to translate his language.

If there ever existed a moment without his worries and legacy weighing heavy on him, that would be now — watching Kephale’s sun gleam at the first morning hour with you still sleeping safe in his arms, cuddled on his chest.

Maybe he will tell you one day that you remind him of his dearest friend…

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Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction Story Ideas (Part 3/?)

A/N: part two of the Mydei x reader x Phainon idea cause tumblr wouldn't let me post longer chunks :( ~~ Mydei x reader x Phainon (Part 2) Phainon route: -reader accepts -reader's father is undoubtedly pissed and Phainon is painted as a kidnapper -Mydei and his father likely put out a rescue mission and a bounty on Phainon -maybe reader and Phainon run off to a small city in the countryside on the outskirts of the kingdom, elope, do their best to evade capture and just have a fluffy marriage ~ Mydei route: -reader rejects Phainon's offer out of fear or doesn't want to betray Mydei -reader marries Mydei, Phainon is alone (as fated) -option 1: reader is cold to Mydei despite how much he tries to make it an enjoyable experience for the both of them, maybe they eventually get into an argument when his patience snaps at continuously getting cold shouldered -option 2: reader tries to make the most of the situation with Mydei which makes him happy (and he's surprised by how easily he falls) -Mydei tries to learn more about reader's interest in the arts and likely tries to help facilitate it, loves whatever art or music the reader makes -they really due fall in love in some way and have a pretty good relationship (Phanion? pfft-who's that?) -either Mydei will continue to be blissfully unaware of your past lover or Mydei will become painfully aware ~ -stop here to end with fluff, continue for pain and drama! ~ -DRAMA: -there's an event, ball or something being held in the castle, the whole kingdom is invited -Phainon shows -Mydei is distracted with guests, Phainon seizes the oppurtunity to spend time with reader, maybe they run off to the castle gardens for a moment, maybe they dance, or both -Mydei finds them being way too cushy with each other on the dancefloor, the men confront each other ~ -could be a continuance or a separate fic: -more likely to be written in Amphoreus quest storyline/canon -"Nikador once failed in love and even had to fight his rival" -Phainon is still reader's past lover, whether separated by time, distance, life, or other people, reader is now Mydei's spouse, Mydei is aware that something definitely happened between reader and Phainon in the past but the specific details never come up between the three of them, Phainon is still in love -insert unexpected impromptu battle scene here -Mydei is trying to protect reader with his life -reader accidentally gets in the way of one of Phainon's strikes on an enemy and it's too late to him to stop the blow (maybe it's an attack from a distance) -Mydei notices the fatal injury almost immediately breaks down, he failed to protect his spouse -when the final enemy is neutralized not long after and Mydei comes to hold reader -Phainon is in shock that he actually did this, takes him a while to actually walk over -Mydei tells him to back off -they almost fight right then and there -Phainon has no time to say goodbye to the love of his life as they pass away in another man's arms -Mydei needs a moment to grieve first -Phainon gets a head start to run because Mydei will most definitely try to kill him for this -they fight, storming weather -"and you say you loved her" “is this what love means to you, deliverer?”

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Honkai Star Rail Fanfiction Story ideas (Part 2/?)

A/n: this one was too long to not be it's own for some reason.(continued in Part 3) Tumblr won't let me post the whole thing otherwise sadly. ~~ Mydei x reader x Phainon (Part 1) -story idea was thought of specifically fem!reader tbh -I am aware of the characters, general dynamics, and some story points like Mydei's backstory (which some aspects may or may not be shifted in the timeline for this story idea) and Phainon being Phainon (of course his HI3 version is called Kevin, I find that funny), but have not finished playing the Amphoreus quest in full at the moment of writing this -HOWEVER the second half could more likely be wedged with Amphoreus story quests and canon -does not follow Amphoreus story or potentially canon either -reader comes from a family of nobles who have had a history with the royal bloodline for generations (Mydei's family) -reader's mother liked the arts, was more progressive, was married to reader's father in an arranged marriage against her will, but tried her best to make the most of it, reader was the light her dark world and she would do everything she could to give her child the best life with as many opportunities as possible -reader got love of arts from their mother, maybe they paint, sing, dance, play the lyre, theatre, etc. -during a day trip to the city (without reader's father's knowledge), reader's mother helps a young boy, him and reader become friends (this friend is Phainon) -reader's mother died when they were young, maybe around the time Mydei's mother died, earlier or later is up to writer -reader's father and Mydei's father were childhood friends and leads to "hey what if our kids got married?" -Mydei does show some interest in reader watching her dance from afar -Perfect. BOOM! Betrothed. -reader's father is a misogynistic piece of work and takes the opportunity after reader's mother is no longer in the way -he does everything he can to force reader to grow up and prepare for a traditional womanly wife role in order to serve her future husband well and not follow such foolish ideas of school, arts, and travel, "Your job is to serve your husband, you will NOT embarrass me" -no arts or music for reader, they can only find and do it in secret -Phainon and reader practically grow up together -Phainon constantly sneaks into reader's father's estate -reader's father catches Phainon in the house sitting on reader's window one time and chases him away, they only meet up in the garden after that and they meet up in the estate's gardens, maybe he sometimes sneaks reader off the property at night or when their father is away on small adventures -insert cute scenes in the city, in the woods, stargazing, first kiss and holding hands as teenagers -Phainon knows all of reader's dreams of arts, travel, and no arranged marriage, he wants to make their dreams come true -Mydei and reader meetup a few times when they're both of age on "dates" -Mydei tries really hard to be respectful and nice because he genuinely does have some sort of attraction to reader despite reader being somewhat averse (maybe seeing it as falling into their mother's fate) -for reader Mydei has a lot of patience, he really is trying his best -leads to reader and Phainon being young adults and they say "I love you", but oh no, arranged wedding date is coming up -if you want to add a smut for drama, one night that reader's father is out, they sneak Phainon into the house and he has the honor of taking the virginity, maybe there's a little bit of lowkey spiting the world in this act -Phainon suggests reader run away with him -(continued in Part 3)

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Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction Story ideas (Part 1/?)

A/N: I made so many for Genshin, might as well make my list for HSR. Also, these are pretty much all "x reader". They are in no particular order. Basically piles of stories I don't believe I have the time or skill to write. If someone does make it, tag me cause I'd love to read it! ~~ (not proofread) Moze x reader -Xianzhou Trailblaze continuance quest, the one with Hoolay -Foxian!reader -reader used to be a slave of some sort to the borisin before running away with Feixiao -reader is Feixiao's friend and proxy/representative/diplomat or something of that sort, helping out with paperwork and other minor General related duties whilst Feixiao deals with the important stuff -Moze and reader get together prior to trailblaze continuance -Moze can be soft and awkward in private, but takes his job and professionalism very seriously, especially when his job this protecting his s/o -therefore reader and Moze are professional when they're in work -reader is sent to oversee the current state, details, and conditions of Hoolay's imprisonment in the Luofu Shackling Prison for Feixiao with Jiaoqiu and Moze -reader tries to escape to get help during the prison break, gets grabbed by a borisin and used as momentary leverage or something -reader and Jiaoqiu tell Moze to go (he leaves reader behind reluctantly) -reader and Jiaoqiu are the ones taken hostage -maybe Hoolay taunts Moze with reader as the Shackling Prison doors close (so close to save yet so far away) -idk maybe Moze goes through all the angst and self blame and having the sole job of protecting reader yet failing and leaving them to be back in the clutches of the creatures who abused them centuries ago -Feixiao has to convince him not to do anything stupid -when Moze finds reader again, screw Jiaoqiu, s/o is the priority -maybe Jiaoqiu is aware and is like "yea, please save them" -Moze is likely successful, but both probably get injured -reader either joins the fight (much to Moze's chagrin) or is insisted to a hospital (which Moze would probably prefer lol) -reunion scene, return to Yaoqing, Moze and reader kinda heal from all the trauma together -lots of fluff and/or cuddles when they get home -Moze opening up a little how scared he was to potentially lose reader

Jiaoqiu x reader -also based off the Hoolay quests -foxian!reader or human!reader -reader works with him, Moze, and Feixiao -perhaps they're engaged or married at this point -they both end up being taken hostage by the borisin -insert Jiaoqiu trying to do whatever he can to take the brunt of the borisin's assualts and taunts -if foxian!reader, him holding them and trying to shield them away from seeing the foxian man being attacked by Hoolay and turned into a borisin -if human!reader, reader trying to silently comfort him as the foxian man is being attacked and transformed before them -reader is able to escape, but Jiaoqiu is tragically unable to in time -reunion at the hospital where they make the discovery that Jiaoqiu is now blind -back home on the Yaoqing, life is more difficult for Jiaoqiu -reader has time off of work and reader tries to help Jiaoqiu nagivate life again without his sight -it's definitely a hindrance to him in some cases, especially when it comes to making his delicious elaborate meals, but he insists that he's just happy reader got away safe and unscathed and that he'd gladly do it all over again for them

Tingyun/Fugue x reader -I have not yet done her Fugue story quests yet, but I absolutely adore Tingyun/Fugue -foxian!reader (cause long life) -loved and lived with Tingyun for years prior to the Trailblaze quests -reader witnessed a shift in her at one point, but no one else seemed to notice it all that much -this person looks like Tingyun, sounds like Tingyun, acts like Tingyun, but something in the back of their mind tells them that this is not their Tingyun -they witness the neck snap and reveal of Phantylia -angst as they realize that their love may very well no longer be alive -starskiff funeral and returning to the now empty home with no Tingyun -grief of having to face the reality that she is very likely dead, coping with trauma of essentially "seeing her die" right in front of them, and the realization that they've basically been living with an imposter for who knowns how long -(time skip) -reader is only slightly beginning to accept and move on with life, but Tingyun's memory is never faded in their mind -then, she's there, standing before them -"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you" moment -option 1: Fugue does not remember them, reader is understandably heartbroken and the grieving comes in another heavy wave, insert reader trying to be nice and helping and respecting her boundaries whilst also pushing aside the feeling of embracing her and rejoicing her return, angst route leads to Fugue being grateful for the effort but saying she'd rather not build the relationship further and they go their separate ways, happy route leads to Fugue falling for reader again slowly over time with their relationship somewhat stronger than before -option 2: reader and Fugue work through repairing old memories and catching up on lost time, reader helps her navigate life once more whilst she's healing from everything she went through -reader has to figure out how to handle the fact that the person they love is somewhat of a different person now

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Ok well I HAVE to pull now...

Mydeimos the man you are.

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Lord have mercy-

Hehehehehehehehe

Yummy

Can I sit there too ?

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HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! pt three.

— featuring ┊aventurine, dr ratio, argenti, sunday, boothill, gallagher x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊2.1 MILD SPOILERS ON SUNDAY’S PART. not proofread, hsr men as fathers makes a comeback ! purely sfw (fluff), established relationships, slight random angst in argenti’s part (his part was long i was feeling a bit emo), mentions of pregnancy + labour but not the actual details of labour (lol), them jus being absolute sweethearts, cuteness overload i say (more tba!) | part one. part two.

— a/n┊hsr papas makes a BIG ASS comeback after months! i finally made a third part 2 this god bless 😋🙏 i almost forgot argenti so i had to squeeze him in LOL anyways guys we have sm girl dads… girl dad attendance pls!!! rocco song lyrics in the beginning of each thingy real not fake??? (i love rocco) | special tag! @rosequarzo

⊹ PAPA #1 : AVENTURINE

“𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎.”

⊹ aventurine would have twins, one girl one boy! (one of each wow) he would have a little princess along with a little prince! let me tell you, he was so excited when he finally got to hold his little younglings. he loves both of his kids sm, he probably cried during their births and held each of them, snuggling their small bodies against his chest (stop.)

“my darling.. thank you for this beautiful gift you gave us. you did so good.”

⊹ aventurine would bring his kids to work if you were too busy, and he still does! when they were still very tiny, aventurine would bring his little daughter and little son to work, taking great pride in his little ones as he brags about them to topaz and everyone else! sometimes his workers would see him walking with two little ones on each hand, his little ones singing a happy song while he nodded along and spun her and her brother around <3

his little ones are shy so, sometimes they’d hide behind his leg whenever aventurine spoke to anyone, with his hand on both of their heads (enough.)

⊹ aventurine’s little ones are literally copy paste of him, they both have his beautiful eyes, his hair, and copy his mannerisms! your genes did NOT fight when it came to them gn.. but don’t worry! your kids inherited some of your traits personality wise i’m sure.

“look, baby.. they have the same eyes as me.”

⊹ aventurine couldn’t be more thankful to be blessed with twins, sometimes he’d stare at his little ones and start tearing up, wondering how he helped you create something so pure. after the many challenges and hardships of his life, he finally got what he wanted most, love and his own family to care for. “papa? why are you crying?” his son blurted, glancing towards his sister before they both hugged their father, earning a chuckle from him as he sniffled.. holding both of them against him.

aventurine wiped the tears that left his pretty eyes, caressing his son’s cheek, and then his daughter’s, “nothing nothing.. i’m just so happy to be your father.”

⊹ PAPA #2 : DR RATIO

“𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄’ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.“

⊹ dr ratio would have three daughters, three little daughters to protect and also three little daughters who would sass him daily + humble him as karma for him being so mean to everyone else! it’s okay, he lets them <3 he loves them so much, he wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else!

“daddy your bed hair looks bad today!” one of his little princesses would say, he merely blinked in disbelief “who’s teaching you all these things, hm?” he said in a low yet soft tone. “you, daddy!” she answered

⊹ dr ratio is a strict father, but not overly strict. he would be strict with his daughters education, but he means well.. he just wants them to do good and follow their dreams! he would help them do their homework, projects, and help them practice things they’ll struggle at! he’s (more) patient with his three princesses than most and teaches them about all sorts of things

⊹ dr ratio who has a soft spot for you and his little ones, both of you are his pride and joy.. the light of his life. i’m sure when his daughters were still itty bitty tiny babies, he soothes or tries to calm his daughters down during fussy times by trying to make them laugh by putting on that dumb mask he always wore, and it would work! his daughters would giggle, grabbing his face as they nuzzled their noses against his (enough guys)

“you look stupid.” you chuckled, leaning against his arm while you held the other two girls in your arms. he would raise a brow as he shot a quick yet soft glare at you, pulling his daughter closer as he patted her back. “well, our daughter thinks otherwise.”

⊹ dr ratio would scare away any boy away with no problem LMAO when his daughters get older, and y’know.. they’re all having crushes or what not, he would easily scare them away! you scold him at times, telling him to give the boys a chance! he’s strict with who would date his daughters. despite this, he means well. he just doesn’t want his little princesses to get in any toxic or horrible relationships! he really does mean well :(( but sometimes.. his logic can be so strange

“i told you, that boy is not good for you.” he kept his arms crossed, staring at his daughter with a firm gaze.

“but dad! all he did was give me a hug!”

“that’s why he’s not good for you. he’s touching my daughter.”

⊹ PAPA #3 : ARGENTI

“𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎?“

⊹ argenti would have a son, maybe he’ll have more coming but a son will do for now <3 because of his constant travels, despite this, he had no knowledge of your pregnancy.. because he soon departed a few weeks prior you found out about the baby within you, leaving you alone. the labour was painful, you almost lost your life from how difficult it was without anyone by your side to soothe you except for the nurses. he wouldn’t find out you had a son until he returned to you one day, shocked to see a newborn baby nestled comfortably in your arms.. wrapped in a cozy blanket. “i.. apologize my love, i cannot stay long.” he murmured, trying to touch your shoulder but you pulled away from him :(( because of his accidental negligence, miscommunication would happen as you figured he just didn’t wanna raise the baby with you. you held the baby tight against your arms, trying your best not to tear up.

“.. no, it’s okay. i understand. i’m.. sorry for being a burden to you,”

“wait, my love.. i’m not leaving you completely.. i’m just—“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you turned, walking off

⊹ argenti would be filled with deep regret when he found out you thought of yourself as a burden, he knew he was selfish with his choices.. choosing to depart just one more time instead of helping his wife raise his own fresh and blood. because of his decisions, he probably never got to see his son grow out of infancy, making their relationship nonexistent. he knew you had done nothing wrong bearing his child, especially when it was through the love between you both that helped the child be conceived. this only made him want to prove himself to you oncd and for all, returning.. determined to give the love he failed to provide for both you and his son.

⊹ argenti smiled bitterly as son was now a three years old as he missed so many things.. his son’s first steps, first words.. he could no longer remain silent in the face of despondency that you seemed to hold within your precious heart he broke. you had carried his son in your womb for nine months without his knowledge, enduring the rigours of pregnancy and labour by yourself. you had done nothing wrong, and he was very much in love with you.. and loved his son deeply. he was determined to reconnect with you.

“i promise, my love.. i’m deeply sorry. i won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again. please, tell me anything that’s on your mind from now on, please give me another chance to deem myself worthy of your love.

⊹ argenti was a completely different man as he tried his absolute best to live the life he would’ve lived if he wasn’t so busy, spending time with his son and you. taking his son out on adventures and late night walks, teaching him about the worlds outside of the one they lived in now, he loves and cherishes his son.. of course. he just hoped that maybe one day, his son would love him enough to call and consider him his father.

“you see those? those three stars.. are me, you, and your mother.” argenti spoke softly, chuckling when his son nodded eagerly, nuzzling against him

⊹ PAPA #4 : SUNDAY

“𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 �� 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍.“

⊹ sunday would have two kids, a daughter and a son just like him and his sister robin! but, instead of his son being older, his daughter is older! <3 sunday’s kids are either a copy of you and him there is no in between i swear. his two kids definitely inherited one thing from him though, his little wings by his ears <3 when you gave birth his children, his heart almost melted at the sight of their teeny tiny little wings protruding from their little heads, knowing it’ll grow the same size as his one day!

“my wings.. they have my wings.”

⊹ sunday would most definitely use his wings to play peekaboo with his babies when they were young, and they would always make them laugh (stop) sometimes he’d be left alone with them both and if they grew fussy, he would start playing peekaboo with his wings trying his best to calm down his little ones :(( sometimes you’d catch him playing peekaboo with his little ones, letting his wings cover his eyes and then reopening them :,3 it’s so adorable!

⊹ sunday is overprotective over his kids, let’s just make that clear. because of what happened to their aunt robin, he doesn’t want anything to happen to them too. sunday has cameras everywhere, he even hired bodyguards to guard his children and their rooms all day long, i’m sure he never even revealed to the public that he even had kids, to prevent them from getting a target put on their backs from dangerous things :(( he really does worry abt his babies

“my children.. where did my children go off to?”

“they’re with your wife, sir sunday.” ooh. he felt a relief rush through him when the bodyguard said those words.

⊹ sunday who’s one chill dad, sure he can be overbearing sometimes but he’s willing to give his little darlings the freedom and childhood they needed, not rushing them into things. he provides them with a good education, plays with them, and is overall present in their lives.. letting him disturb him and trash his office while he goes on important meeting calls or work on papers (LMAO)

⊹ PAPA #5 : BOOTHILL

“𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄..”

⊹ boothill would most definitely have a daughter, a daughter who is nothing but the newest light in his life! although, labour was a shock to him.. you squeezed his hand so tight he almost thought his metal hands and fingers were gonna fall apart LMAO ++ boothill never thought about family life much, but when you both had your daughter.. he fully committed his life to being a good husband to you and fully committed to taking good care of his little princess! his little girl would probably inherit his sharp teeth, often nibbling and biting him gently in her early years of being a toddler (LOL)

“what the— darlin’! do you see this?! our lil’ girl is biting me!”

⊹ boothill would kinda be the most childish and unserious dad ever, he takes cheesy photos and he would post them on his social media of his family and his daughter. but no, not just ordinary pictures, pictures of him and his little princess on a random horse in the hot sun! like just imagine, him holding his little princess while he has a piece of wheat in his mouth, posing for the camera and posting it (LMAO)

“pose, darlin’ girl! show daddy those sharp teeth!” his daughter would smile with her big sharp teeth, posing with their new horse friend!! (boothill probably robbed it)

⊹ boothill who can only feel physical touch on his face, when his daughter was still a baby.. her little hands would touch his cheeks and giggle softly, earning a low chuckle from him while he blows on her belly, his little princess holding onto his soft locks (stop) his heart would melt every time his daughter would grab at his face, you and his daughter make him feel alive even :,3

⊹ boothill would try finding balances with the dangers of his occupation and as a father + husband. he really does try to balance everything out and be there for you and his daughter. he wants you to know that you both are his number one priority and he wouldn’t trade you both for anything else.

“daddy loves you very much. you know that right?” he carried his daughter around as she blew bubbles with her mouth, giggling and speaking random gibberish. aeons, he can’t believe he helped make something so pure.

⊹ PAPA #6 : GALLAGHER

“𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

⊹ gallagher is definitely a family man. you guys can’t tell me otherwise, he probably has four darling kids (damn), three sons and one precious daughter! and let me say, he’s an excellent father to all his little ones <3 hope you had a fantastic time popping all of them out! (LMAO) he would help you all throughout your pregnancy.. making food for you, everything! he would let you heal while he changes all the diapers, etc! (he loves u sm)

⊹ gallagher who makes sure he treats you with love and care, often doing cheesy things with you infront of his kids as they go “ewww!” and everything like that :,3 whether it be giving flowers to you on valentine’s day, setting up dramatic anniversary celebrations, buying you gifts, giving you kisses, etc! this man loves you a lot and he would do anything cheesy with you infront of his kids, he really wants them to grow up telling everyone that their parents were in love :(( he wants his beloved marriage with you to be a fragment of true love and influence the real aspects of marriage to his little ones <3

“ewwww! daddy why do you keep kissing mommy that’s gross!” his daughter spoke up as a chuckle left his throat, patting her head. “because i love your mother very much.. that’s why.”

⊹ gallagher who like i said, is such an excellent father. his parenting skills are UNMATCHED. he’s one of the most gentle and chill fathers out there! he would serve as a guide and teacher to his four darlings, teaching them all they needed to know and he would most definitely teach his three sons how to treat a lady right, and treat their future partners the same as they treat their mother and sister, with respect! i’m sure he’ll also teach his little girl to be confident and independent!

⊹ gallagher is the type of dad who would make dad jokes often, and sometimes he’s the typa dad that would embarrass his little ones infront of their friends or future partners! he’s just a silly dad who loves and cherishes his kids a lot!

“dad.. those jokes aren’t even funny.” his son raised a brow

“hm? you don’t think my jokes are funny? i figured they were.. what are you talking about?”

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

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"From Persephone" (Wriothesley x Reader)(Sneak Peak/WIP)

A/N: I did say I'd write something. Although, it's not as fleshed out as I would've liked. It's inspired by the song, From Persephone by Kiki Rockwell and a bit by Pure Imagination from the movie Wonka. (click for links) I don't have time to finish it right now, but I do want to, especially if it interests the people! ~~~~ (not proofread) (Happens before Archon Quest)

Growing up, you never knew much outside of the sheltered hub that was the aristocratic domain of Fontaine. Personal servants, the highest quality education, all the money in the world, it was all yours. You seldom knew anyone outside of this aristocratic circle. Your family was one of the more well-known families in the nation, with business connections as far as Snezhnaya. It was assumed that you would inherit the business and the great fortune that would come with it. You were practically groomed for it from birth. It was a nice future, a stable future. An aristocratic future. Although they were never outwardly malicious towards the lower class, it was still clear that there was a divide between you and them. Always. You were superior, they were not.

Your governess had opted to take you for a stroll through the city that day as a "learning opportunity". This excuse was the only way your parents would allow it. She could see how much you yearned for the world outside. It didn't take long for you to get separated for her somewhere along the way (it's not like you were looking for an out anyway). You took the opportunity to run, run as quickly as you could, now excited for your newfound freedom, free to mingle with others outside of your family's vetted wealthy circle, free to actually explore the "lowly" common town. Once you deemed yourself far enough from your governess, you took a moment to take note of the setting around you. You were in the middle of town. It was bustling with activity; it was the peak of rush hour. You could barely wrap your head around what to do with your freedom first. What caught your eye first was a small booth selling hats by the side of the road. You quickly walked over and began to try each of them on, the booth owner and some passersby giving you strange looks. But you couldn't care less, after all, your mind was on more important matters. The rest of your day practically followed this trend. You'd explore the town, the shops, the art, the bakeries, the booths, the street performances. It was all overwhelming, but in the best way possible. You knew you didn't have much time before your family somehow tracked you down and you wanted to live your life to the fullest

You exited a bakery with two bags of freshly handmade macarons. You gladly spent your family's money on whatever pastries you could get your hands on. It was a welcome change from the fully planned strict meals and diet the family nutritionist had planned for you. 'For your optimal health and longevity,' you remember him saying. You roll your eyes as you think about it. You couldn't imagine life being any worse. But it doesn't matter now, you're out of that prison right now and you couldn't be happier.

You looked up at the sky. The sun is setting. Either you were that elusive or your family was terrible at searching for their own daughter seeing as you've been able to be gone for so long. You turned a corner. The streets weren't as busy as they were earlier. It's a week day and it's getting late, you're not surprised. You shove a macaron in your mouth and hum to yourself, some catchy music you heard on the street. It was a welcome change to your ears from the usual instrumental and classical music you were used to hearing all the time at home. Not to say that you hated it, but too much of anything with little variety can drive a person crazy.

Passing by a dark unlit alleyway, you can't help but notice a humanoid figure moving in the shadows. You pause in your tracks and back up to do a double take. You look into the alleyway, now feeling nervous and guarded. You may be sheltered, but you're not dumb. Humanoid figures in dark alleyways don't always bode well, especially for a lone teenager at dusk. But something about it, just draws you towards the alleyway. It's an undesirable feeling, but you feel as if the Hydro Archon is pulling you to do something. With a few hesitant shaky steps, you begin to walk down the alleyway.

It was nowhere near as clean as the streets of your neighborhood, or the city center for that matter. You flinched at the sound of some trash falling out of the dumpster next to you. This place did smell rancid. But nonetheless, you pushed on. What were you looking for? You have no idea, but all you know is that you feel compelled.

It's then that you see it, at the other end of the alleyway. It's a melusine. But it's not a melusine alone, you take a few quiet steps closer, and that's when you see him too. A young boy, a young teenager just like you. He's rather rugged, beat up, tattered clothes, and covered in cuts and scratches, black hair and piercing icy blue eyes.

Almost as soon as you notice him, he and the melusine also notice you. Trying to conceal yourself behind a nearby trash can, you hear the squeak of an animal. You look down only to notice a rat near your feet. You practically scream and fall over, clutching onto your bags of macarons for dear life. The boy winces at your dramatic fall. The melusine almost seems amused by it. "Are you alright?" When you look up again, you can see him standing before you, hand outreached to help pull you up.

Those eyes... You hesitantly put your hand in his as he hoists you up and back on your feet.

"Y-yea, I'm fine. Thank you." You say, sheepishly brushing yourself off, your outfit now with a noticeable stain from whatever it is you fell into. The boy looks you over. He can tell that your outfit is expensive and that you are not from this part of town.

"Are you lost? You're not from around here." He asks, seemingly actually somewhat concerned. You shake your head.

"No, I'm just visiting the city." You reply with a smile. You glance down at your bag of macarons, sighing in relief when you see that they're alright. At least they came out unscathed. You then look up at him, curious why a young boy would be hiding out between dumpsters with a melusine. "What about you?"

"No." The boy shakes his head and looks at the ground. You blink, wondering if his family is also looking for him. It is getting dark.

"Is your family looking for you too?" You ask lightheartedly, wondering if you may have a stranger that you can relate to. It's at this question that the boy grows silent. His gaze is rather...intense. It's intensity only amplified by those piercing pale blue eyes. "Um..." You look away awkwardly. You don't exactly know how to handle this. You glance down at the melusine who only smiles at you. Your gaze then returns to your bag of freshly baked, handmade macarons. You hold up the unopened second bag to the boy, not knowing what else to do.

"Macaron?"

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Jealousy (Pantalone x gn!reader x Dottore)

A/N to the A/N: I had this sitting in my drafts folder for the past TWO YEARS holy crap! Well here take it, I have disappeared for so long. (Edit: the title was originally “Jealously (Pantalone x gn!reader x Dottore)” because I planned to do more with it, but I forgot my original concept for it so it kinda doesn’t make sense anymore. Sorry about that!) A/N: loosely related to/inspired by these two other fics:

If either seems OOC, oh well! I went based off of the little info we know and my own assumptions. Let's see if it ages well!

~~~ (not proofread)

Life wasn't easy living in the streets of the Snezhnaya, land of the Cryo Archon. From a young age, I remember begging on the streets for money in the frigid winter morning, just enough so I could buy a singular piece of bread. I remember sitting around poor excuses of campfires, trying desperately to keep warm. I know it's futile with the heavy winds and continuous snowstorms, but what else was I to do? Rats littered these alleyways, at least the few that were able to survive the harsh cold. Some were a stable source of food, but chasing them was a tiring pain. My hair grew long and shaggy, making me almost unrecognizable. Dirt stayed frozen to my body even on the warmest days of the year. Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, hasn't been very kind towards people like me. Years passed by, this life was all I knew. It's all I did...survive. Age does matter, people are less likely to pity a grown adult over a child. It's crazy how ostracized you become the more time goes on. I saw the clubs and brothels hidden in the deepest nooks and crannies of the city. I needed to do something for money. Late nights I spent dancing for others amusement. Mornings I spent begging on the streets. I was paid well, but there were hardly any benefits. From time to time I'd notice a stranger standing in the corner. Dark hair and piercing eyes. His attire screamed "expensive". I paid little mind to it then, but if only I knew then what I know now. There was a man dressed in the finest silks, fingers bedazzled with the finest jewels. His rings alone could cost more than most people's make in a year. It was surely more than I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. He was well groomed, smelled quite divine. I remember him dropping some Mora in my jar and giving me a smile.

Whether out of pity or self-righteousness, I'm not sure.

"Sir! W-Wait!" I shouted at the man dressed in dark purples and shining silvers. He paused in his tracks, turning around to look down at me. Me, down on the floor beneath him, subconsciously crawling in his direction.

"Sir, please." I outstretched my cup, the one had just filled with a few Mora. "Please." My voice was shaky, my hand jittery and freezing from the cold, my eyes stinging from the cold and the fresh drops of tears. Slowly, he walked back in my direction, in little hurry, standing before my pitiful position down on the floor. "Are you alone?" He asked, eyes shining behind the frame of his glasses. I nodded in response. He seemed to scan the area a bit, smile drooping for a second, before his gaze focused back on me. "Quite a pity really. Such a young, beautiful person here, rotting away on the streets of Snezhnaya." My eyes only looks down at the snow covered sidewalk, glancing at his shoes, shined to perfection. There was a pause, I could feel his eyes staring at me beneath him, a rapid gust of wind being the only sound between us. "Why don't you come with me, dear?" "What?" I stood up, staring at him in disbelief. "My mansion isn't far, why don't you come and spend the night? Get yourself something to eat and warm up near the fire. A snowstorm is coming into the area soon, surely you'd rather be inside than out here in its wake." "Yes! Yes please!" Immediately I scampered to my corner, attempting to grab together my small amount of possessions and personal items. "That won't be necessary." He said. "You won't be needing that where we're going."

The mansion, grandiose in nature, stood out in the Snezhnayan community. Its presence demanded your attention regardless of social standing and wealth. It was this mansion that became my new home. Maids tended to my every need. Upon arrival, they would run me a hot bath. One would wash my body while another would wash my hair. Finally after years, I was able to have it cut and style to my wishes, a luxury I never once had before. My closet was the size of a master bedroom, filled with outfits of various styles just waiting to be worn. "Thank you." I told the man, Pantalone of the 11 Fatui Harbingers. ~~ (Extension of the unfinished ending) "Why don't you pick something nice for yourself, my dear?" He told me, handing me his personal credit card. "But sir-" "This meeting will take a while. Go ahead and entertain yourself in the meantime. I'll send maids to fetch you once I'm done."

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☆ Rondo Across Countless Kalpas ☆

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TO THE STARS SHINING IN THE DEPTHS Wriothesley & Neuvillette in the Version 4.1 Preview Page

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Read the comments.

Wriothesley's fatui priority list:

Make sure the young lady is comfortable

Save that boy from drowning maybe

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The brother will turn up eventually

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The harbringer? Ah right. Tagliatelle or whatever. Idk

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Possible fic in the works

Thinking of making a Wriothesley x reader fic (one shot at least) inspired off the song "From Persephone" by Kiki Rockwell. I'll post a link below.

Yes I'm alive, I just got back into Genshin about a month ago along with life happening. However, I will continue to not have guaranteed/consistent upload schedule, so you have been warned. I do this just for fun to let my ideas out for myself and continue to keep it that way. Glad to see you all enjoy my stuff though, I'm happy to see my ideas are enjoyed by other people!

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Reliving the Past (Sampo x Reader x Gepard) (PART TWO)

Go find the first part here!:

(not proofread)

~~ ”You mind telling me what the hell happened back there?" Sampo asked, sitting on his side of the table. You looked up from fiddling with your ring, one Gepard had given to you all those years ago that you continued to wear absentmindedly for aesthetic purposes. You couldn't read what his eyes were conveying to you. Anger? Worry? Jealousy? Intrigue, perhaps? Maybe a combination, to be honest. "Why were you giving that Silvermane dude 'goo goo' eyes, huh?"

Your mind ran back through the events of just a few minutes ago.

~~

(Earlier)

"(Y/N)?" Sampo's gaze kept shifting from you to Gepard and back in an almost frantic manner, before waving his arm in your face.

You didn't want to look up at the man you already knew was standing before you, but you just couldn't help it. He hadn't changed one bit. His hair was still a shiny, bright blonde glistening in the Belobog sun. It looked soft as ever, part of you wanted to brush your fingers through it once again.

Don't even get started on his eyes..

His diamond, baby blue eyes..the ones that used to make your heart melt, still had their effect.

"Um, hello?! Earth to (Y/N)!" You blinked, snapping out of your daze. You just couldn't believe he was right here. Standing in front of you. Staring at you.

Don't even get started on his eyes..

You almost didn't pay attention to lover until Serval came up behind you, headed towards her brother.

"Geppie, hey! You're much earlier than expected. Why don't you come in? Haha, it's been a long day hasn't it." She said, putting an arm around him and practically ushering him inside the shop.

"Um, I..." Was all he could say. You moved to the side of the doorway, eyes not leaving his gaze until Sampo finally shut the door.

~~

"That was Serval's younger brother..." You began. "We grew up together alongside Serval and Cocolia." You finally put the ring back on your finger firmly and left it alone.

"You mean the Silverman Captain is related to your bestie over there at the shop?" You nodded.

"Yea." You paused for bit watching his reaction before continuing to speak. The waiter finally came over and brought your menus before the conversation continued.

"Thank you, sir." Sampo told the waiter. "Well, that explains it. Who would've thought little bro would've become such a big deal in the Overworld, am I right?" He seemed slightly more relaxed at this news, which only made you stare at the table in worry. You almost couldn't focus on the menu.

After deciding on what to order, you decided to finally reveal a last bit of important information as the waiter brought brought water for the two of you.

"He's also my ex." Sampo, mid-sip, choked and nearly spit out his freshly consumed water into your face. "Sampo! Are you ok?!"

After composing himself and placing the glass back on the table, he finally responded.

"He's your what?!"

"Yup."

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. I thought you just said that Silvermane Guard is that ex you've told me about before." He just stared at you, hoping that you would, in fact, correct him on what he understood now to be true. "Let me get this straight, Gepard?"

"Yup."

"Is a captain of the Silvermane Guards."

"Yup."

"Gepard, is also your boss's, slash, best friend, slash, ex band member's, sister."

"Uh huh."

"This same Gepard, is your ex."

"That's pretty much it."

"Oh (Y/N), my dearest darling dear, this would've been great information to know, I don't know, maybe, let's see here, a couple months ago!" You lowered your head in shame.

"I know! I thought I told you and I guess a detailed conversation about it never came up."

"Oh you told me you had an ex. It just would've been great to know that the same guy has been hunting me down for crimes unknown for the past year." Oh you loved your drama king. "I just don't know what I did wrong." Sampo said the last bit, raising the back of his hand to his forehead and feigning dismay.

After finally giving the waiter your meal orders, you finally started to relax a bit, at least about how Sampo was taking the whole thing. He didn't seem upset, just out of the loop. Now that he was back into said loop, he just carried on as his usual, overdramatic, romantic self.

"Please don't use my info as intel for your mercenary business." You told him, seriously.

"Darling, you must realize, intel is my business. It's what I do! It's how I pay the bills." You glared at him.

"It's also MY personal business Sampo. It's your PARTNER'S personal business. That they don't feel comfortable having you share with the rest of the world right now." At you statement he seemed slightly disappointed and let out a sad sigh.

"Fine. If that's what you wish. I'll make an exception for you this once, alright sugarcube?"

"Thank you. It's a bit of a sore subject right now. I haven't seen him in years." Your eyes trailed down to your ring.

"Well enough about him right now. You've moved on now and life is good." Your expression turned solemn.

"Yea...moved on..."

"No worries, my dear. Your great Sampo Koski is here to protect you from the evil Silvermane guards!"

The waiter finally brought the food. Sampo spent the conversation telling you about his recent business success.

"That was good." You said, wiping your mouth and placing the napkin cloth on the table next to your freshly eaten dish.

"Indeed it was, my dear. You really do have the best taste in restaurants I must say." Your boyfriend complimented, grabbing the receipt after paying. It was late in the night now, dark. You were not going to be returning to your apartment in the Underworld tonight.

Sampo, as always, opened the front door for you. Once you exited, he began to walk beside you, arm around your waist, heading to his apartment.

Your mind began to wander back to the topic of Gepard. The whole interaction replayed in your mind over and over and over again. No matter how many times you tried to justify yourself, you still felt so embarrassed with how the whole interaction went. You wished you had said something...anything would've been better than staring at him as if you were a gaping fish.

Sampo noticed your face was starting to turn red. At this, he smirked. He presumed it was from you blushing, not even considering it would be embarrassment from the day's earlier events.

His mind was wandering to places elsewhere meanwhile yours was in turmoil.

You sat on the bed, scrolling through old photos from your childhood and your time before the shutdown between the Overworld and Underworld. So many pictures with you, Serval and Cocolia littered the screen alongside pictures you swear you deleted of you and Gepard.

One piqued your interest. After clicking, you found it was an image at Gepard's graduation from his training as a Silvermane Guard. You were proudly hugging him with a big smile on your face as he held up his certificate in his graduation gear.

You were so lost in thought you almost didn't hear the door to the bathroom open, much less see Sampo walking towards you, shirtless.

"Whatcha doin, darling?" He asked, catching you off guard as you just now realized he was lying on the bed next to where you sat, staring at you almost deviously.

In a panic, you immediately turned your phone off and put it at your side, the one furthest away from you.

"Nothing." His gaze worriedly followed the motion leading to where you put your phone, but he just simply shrugged. It's your business after all.

He sat up, beginning to lean towards you. Slowly and gently, his lips made contact with your neck. This also caught you by surprise as your mind was still scattered. Without thinking, you just pushed him away, much to HIS surprise. You've never shied away from affection with seemingly no reason before.

"Sampo, can we not do this tonight? I'm feeling tired." His facial expression was now one of concern.

"D-Did I do something?" You shook your head.

"No, just a lot on my mind lately. I'm still getting my affairs in order up here in the Overworld and I'm just feeling overwhelmed."

"I understand that feeling. Anything I can do to help?" His question was genuine.

"I just want to sleep." Although disappointed, he wasn't cruel. If you just wanted to rest tonight, that was fine. It's not like he couldn't give you other forms of affection.

"Are you going to bed right now?"

"Yea. I just don't have energy right now, sorry."

"That's fine. Uh, goodnight, I guess sugarcube." He kissed your forehead before raising the covers over the two of you. "Sweet dreams."

"Thanks." He continued to look at you, almost as if waiting for you to say something else. "What?"

"Nothing, just uh, sleep well." He awkwardly turned around onto his side to where his back was facing you. You sighed, flipping the light of the lamp next to you off before adjusting yourself under the covers, back towards him. You stared at your phone for a bit, before closing your eyes and trying to get swept away to dream land.

Sampo on the other hand, wasn't able to close his eyes so easily. Anxious thoughts filled his mind. He's not dumb, he saw your screen. He knows how to read people.

You weren't starting to revive your feelings for that Silvermane boy...were you?

~~

Since some people wanted to know when Part Two came out:

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@qwnelisa

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