#aeon fluff week

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

aeon fluff week - day 4 - vacation

i DUNNO beach day

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[shelbyshoe]

Take a Walk With Me

Aeon Fluff Week Day Five: Domestic Morning

Leon and Ada retire to a charming harbor town. He has a day off from his job at the docks and takes advantage of the time he has with Ada, far away from the rest of the world, where they can finally grow old together and live in peace.

AO3

[aeonloves]

They're happy 💕

Doodle I made for aeon week day 2 — family !

Ofc I had to draw aeon with their daughter (her name's Natalia in my au)

I was too lazy to do linearrt and render so have this instead

@aeonweek

[wriothesleybear]

Genshin/Hsr men’s favorite body part of yours

~warnings: Fluff in Sunday’s and Dr. Ratio’s, suggestive in Boothill’s (hickeys), spiciness in Wrio’s (hickeys, pussyeating, grinding, cum, sex positions), Gallagher’s (spanking, ass grabbing, biting, marking, pussyeating, sex positions, anal), and Diluc's (morning sex, bath sex, nipple sucking, chest marking, a bit of pervert Diluc, morning wood), fem!reader, MDNI!

Sunday loves your hands, especially your fingers. He swears your hands were crafted from the aeons themselves. He always starts his kisses on your hands, beginning with your fingertips first. He brings your hands to his soft lips, pressing a kiss to each fingertip. He then moves up to planting a kiss on the palm of your hand, then the back, and up your arm. He loves hearing you giggle and say that it tickles. Once he reaches your neck, he nuzzles his nose into the crook of it, slowly peppering kisses on the sensitive skin there. He’ll admit, it’s hard for him to hold himself back when he hears you breathlessly whisper his name as you tilt your head to allow him more access. Before it can go any further, he pulls away, cups your face and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Darling, you make it hard for me to hold back sometimes.” He chuckles as he whispers against your skin.

Wriothesley loves your thighs. He would die happy squished between them. He loves to rest his head on your thighs as you trace his scars. He especially likes to do this on your picnic dates out on the surface as he basks in the warm sunlight and calm breeze. He goes feral when you wear a sundress or thigh highs that accentuates your thighs. God. He can’t hold himself back when you purposefully wear things that show off those beautiful, soft thighs of yours. During love making, he takes extra time to pepper kisses and hickeys on your thighs. When you squish your thighs around his head as he eats you out, grinding against his face, making it hard for him to breathe, he swears he can come just from that. He actually has before by grinding his hips against the bed while he ate your pussy. It felt so good but it wasn't enough so he folded you in half and fucked you into the mattress. His favorite sex positions are mating press, missionary, holding you up by your thighs against the wall, basically anything that gives him access to touch your thighs while he fucks you. It’s a shame when you wear outfits to hide your littered thighs the next day though. When you tell him it’s his fault, he corners you against the wall and whispers in your ear, “But you sounded like you were enjoying it last night when you were moaning my name while I marked you up.” His breathy voice sends shivers down your spine and it doesn’t help when he puts a strong hand on your thigh, softly rubbing it. As it slowly begins to move up your inner thigh, he’s interrupted by a knock on his office door. He’s a bit annoyed but promises you with a kiss that you two will continue this later.

Gallagher loves your ass. He’s an ass guy. He likes to come up from behind you while you’re busy doing something and slap your ass. If you slap his ass back, he’ll just think you’re adorable. He’s the type of boyfriend to rest his hand in your pant’s back pocket. He likes to eat your pussy from behind. He likes to spread your ass cheeks with his large hands, giving him a good view of your tight asshole and glistening pussy. His favorite sex position is doggy or reverse cowgirl because he likes the view of your ass bouncing on him as your pussy swallows his thick cock. He would definitely be into anal but only if you are comfortable to do it as well. Spanks your ass cheeks often while he fucks you. You usually have red handprints left on your ass cheeks but he sweetly peppers them with kisses when he’s done. He has bitten your ass before, leaving behind a bite mark that lasted for a week. When you told him you were mad about it, he only responded by cupping your ass and whispering in your ear “I could mark other places on your body if you didn’t like it on your ass. Maybe someplace where everyone can see.” He laughed when he saw how it turned you into a blushing mess and made you stumble on your words. You let it go and just told him not to bite so hard next time. He promised he wouldn’t as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

Boothill loves your neck. He always messes with you and nibbles on your sensitive neck with his sharp teeth. He is careful to not hurt you though and makes up for the teasing by licking and kissing the marks he leaves. He gets a big head when you walk around, showing off the hickeys he made. He does get sassy and pouty when you try to cover them up though. He’ll deliberately move the piece of clothing or wipe off the makeup covering his marks on your neck. He likes to mark what’s his and show it to the galaxy who you belong to so please just give him this. Plus he’ll bug you less..sort of. He’s still a little annoying when you give him what he wants. If you really want to shut him up, pull him into a kiss to throw him off. It sometimes works. Most times, he’ll continue to bug you about how into him you are. You could always bring up how he can’t curse correctly which usually shuts him up for good, but you usually let it go due to seeing how happy he is.

Diluc loves your chest. He loves to rest his head on your chest at the end of the day while you comb your fingers in his soft hair and rub his back. Don’t be shy to hum him a song because it’ll make him fall asleep much quicker. He literally gets so soft when you do this. It’s hard for him to move from that position for a while. When you two are making love, you notice he spends extra time on giving your breasts attention. He loves to pepper kisses on them, massage them, and suck on your nipples the most. He doesn't last long when you give him a tit job. It's feels like literal heaven when you slide his cock between your soft, jiggly breasts. The view of you with his cum decorating your tits is a true masterpiece that he would pay millions of mora for. He would never admit it but he likes when you wear clothes that accentuate your breasts. He tries to not be disrespectful and oogle your chest when you wear those types of outfits, but his eyes wander sometimes. Especially when you bend over next to him to look closely at what he’s doing, giving him access to look further down your blouse or when you laugh at a comment he made, making your chest bounce. He feels guilty for staring but he can’t help it sometimes. Of course he doesn’t like the extra attention you get from other men when you’re visiting him at the tavern. When this happens, he takes his furry coat off and rests it on your shoulders, making sure to cover your chest. When you wear his dress shirt to bed, oh boy does it make him blushy. He thinks you look so cute with how his shirt slightly drapes off your shoulder and the sleeves go a bit over your hands due to the length. In the morning, you wake up with his shirt in disarray on your body. He notices how the shirt rose up your thighs, exposing your panties and a few of the shirt buttons got unbuttoned during your sleep, fully exposing your voluptuous breasts. If he didn’t already have morning wood, he certainly would be hard just from the explicit, glorious sight of you. He’s sometimes very eager in the morning, which he tries to hide, but it’s hard to ignore it when you can feel his hard cock press against your thigh as you two share some slow morning kisses. This usually leads into some slow, morning sex or a quicky in the bath before work.

Dr. Ratio loves your lips. His eyes are always on them when you aren’t paying attention. He notices the way you nibble your lip when you’re concentrating on something. He sometimes shuts you up with a kiss when you two are debating over something. When he pulls away, he notices the cute look on your face as you stand there flabbergasted, with redden cheeks. He acts unphased, turning away to focus back on his work. When he doesn’t hear any movement from you, he turns his head and notices that you’re still frozen from his sudden action. He smirks. “What is it my dear? Stuck on a question?” You only turn to look at your work and whisper a ‘shut up’. He smiles and chuckles to himself as he turns back to his own work. You sometimes try to get back at him and surprise him with kisses but it doesn't phase him in the slightest, making you pouty which he thinks is funny and adorable of you.

[starcharmed]

— MEMOIRS OF THE PAST

summary: leaving a topic behind to go check up on sunday worked out well in your favor.

cw: romantic sunday pairing, past romantic dan heng pairing, after 2.7 quest but nothing mentioned, reader is an astral express member, caelus as trailblazer, fluff with an undertone of hurt/comfort | wc: 2k+ | my secret santa gift for @milksnake-tea <3 please read the note at the end

The Express seemed to hum during its “nighttime”. The record Caelus set earlier this morning looping idly, the tune stitched into your memory. Pom-Pom had stopped sweeping around ten minutes ago, Himeko retired to her cabin, Welt had long gone to his own as well for a much-needed rest.

Dan Heng insisted that he assisted March in “helping Caelus decorate his room”. Not that you would raise an eyebrow at him for doing so, those two were bound to have everything turned upside down and on the ceiling if left alone.

Which left only one Express member left, Sunday.

In your opinion, he could rival Dan Heng in measures of silence. At first you weren’t sure if he simply disliked you, but after being around him for more than a month you soon realized he was just like that.

It’s not as if he was cold, though.

The first week he was on the Express, he brought everyone delicacies that he presumed would match everyone’s taste.

He was correct in his judgement.

You weren’t even sure how he had figured out that you loved deep-fried flying sea anemone — a dish you tried on Xianzhou when in need of a small energizer after all that went down — nonetheless how many toppings you liked to have with it.

You remember messaging Caelus after receiving the gift, questioning if he had played any part in it. The only response you had received was a Wubbaboo emoji.

Very helpful.

That was besides the point, however. 

Unlocking your phone with a click, you opened your messenger. You sent Dan Heng a simple “u up?” before scrolling through your contacts, bored and in need of someone to bother. 

The second Dan Heng responded, you tapped on the notification.

You ; 10:45pm     u up?

Dan Heng ; 10:47 pm    You should be asleep.

Of course….

You ; 10:47pm    so should you

You hit him with the Pom-Pom “Pay Attention”. That’ll get him.

Dan Heng ; 10:48pm    …    Sleep if you can.     If not go see what Sunday is up to, he’s been silent for a long while.

Dan Heng ; 10:49pm    March said she let him in her room to look at photos.    Try looking there first.

You ; 10:49pm     march is letting him go through her photos alone??     did see get possessed by some random heliobi somehow??

Dan Heng ; 10:49pm    As far as I’m aware, no.     He’s…processing a lot of things right now.     Especially ones about his past.     I know how that feels.

You bit down of your tongue harshly to stop the bitter laugh surfacing from your throat. You knew that. How could you not practically know everything about him considering you two were the only people on the Express besides Welt, Himeko, and Pom-Pom for a long time.

Maybe, maybe you were still irritated that Dan Heng had kept his secret from you after you both had “dated” off and on for a time of years. Leaving you to a not so fun surprise during your time in the Xianzhou Luofu. Iron filled your mouth and you let your facial muscles relax. Aeons…you needed to get a grip. What was done was done.

Your phone’s ding pulled you out from the mucky mess of the past.  

Dan Heng ; 10:50pm    Please check up on him. 

Cringing, you hesitated before sending a Pom-Pom emoji. Huffing you placed your phone down beside yourself, rolling your head to the side to stare at your cabin’s door. Ah, what the hell. All of that didn’t matter right now. Sunday.

It didn’t take you that long to find him, in March’s cabin. Sitting cross-legged and shuffling through photos, door ajar just enough that you could peek in without disturbing him. You assumed March let him in, she’s bubbly yet still wary when need be. 

After what went down Sunday certainly was a “need be”. 

Rapping your knuckles against the door, you watched as a photo album slipped from his grasp before he caught it between his forefinger and thumb. The only sign of him being startled. Turning his head, Sunday’s posture relax imperceptibly. 

“Sorry”, Slipping inside the cabin, you caught the door before it shut completely, “I should’ve been more noticeable, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me.” He was quick to retort, sparing you a second glance before focusing back on the picture.

“Right.” Easing over you crouched beside Sunday, noting the lack of his gloves and coat – two clothing items he almost never went without. Peering over his shoulder, the image of a smiling Robin with an excited March taking a selfie with her filled your vision. 

Oh. 

You hesitantly sat down, “I remember when that was taken, y’know? On the feldspar.” The addition after everything happened in Penacony died down on your tongue, you shouldn’t mention that. “March was so excited to finally snap a photo with her. She wouldn’t stop rambling about it all day.”

Sunday’s right wing twitched as he placed the photo back in its slot within the laced album, “That sounds like Miss March.”

A silence creeped back over the both of you, the Express’ humming becoming more prominent within your mind. The nagging feeling that you made an incorrect choice prodding along with the melody running on repeat inside your head. Perhaps you should have made the decision to leave him be. Maybe letting Dan Heng know that he was looking through photos would’ve been enough. 

His message became center stage in the circus of your mind. He’s processing a lot of things right now. That was understandable, and that was also the problem. You weren’t sure how to interact with Sunday without dragging him back in his murky mess of a past.

Like you did with yourself earlier.

But, then again, it’s not like you’ve done anything to make him feel outed, right? All you have to do is just leave and check back in with Dan Heng. And maybe you can catch a few hours of sleep. Just excuse yourself and head back to your cabin. 

“Well…” Standing up you raised your arms over your head, stretching until you could start to feel a slight burn, “If you don’t need anything I guess I can-”

“Wait!”

Time seemed to freeze as your eyes went wide, both of Sunday’s wings twitched violently, and the Express seemed to stop humming as if his shout momentarily stunned it. Lowering the hand he had extended in suddenness, Sunday cleared his throat. 

“I apologize. That was abrupt of me.” You swear you could see his eyes flickering between you and the wall, a moment of nervousness from Sunday caught for once in your eyes, “I was curious if you had any more stories about your travels to tell. I enjoy them.”

Feeling yourself becoming flustered, you started to ease back over to where he was sat. Perhaps your tendency to recall and talk about your journeys with the crew had gotten yourself a title as the second best storyteller within the crew.

You were never beating March for second. 

Point still stands. 

Although no one honestly asked you to retell stories unless no one else was present to do so. It might’ve been because you do so without honest flair or excess details that added a hint of humor to the mix. However, that could be your opinion of how you tell tales carrying over to your own thoughts. 

It was like he handed you the book for popcorn reading.

Sunday seemed to slide over, making room for him. A considerate action that wasn’t new. He often didn’t want to get in the way, even when he wasn’t. You can recall when he stood to the side when Pom-Pom was sweeping in a completely different area than him, as if he was trying to blend into the wall. 

Odd.

You reached for a photo in the album blindly, blinking thrice as you realized which one you had chosen. It was one from Xianzhou of all of your luck, one snapped in a hurry. It was on of you, Dan Heng, and Caelus in front of the Express. Caelus and you were mimicking Dan Heng’s newly-found horns (at the time) with your fingers before you all departed Xianzhou, March snapping the photo quickly before Dan Heng had started to stalk off the train.

That was a fun moment, despite all that had happened.

“That’s from the Xianzhou Luofu, correct?” Sunday questioned even though you could tell he already knew by the look within his eyes, “I’ve heard about what had happened there.”

You nodded. “It was a thing.”

A thing? Really?

“I never thought to ask what the story behind his form in these pictures was all about”, Sunday started, “Do you think you could tell me some about it?”

You take that previous statement back, he handed you a loaded gun.

The wince that slipped past your lips was sharp enough to sound like a whistle. With a click of your tongue, you started to put the photo back, “Well, I think you’d have to ask Dan Heng that yourself. He seems to have taken a liking to you so maybe you won’t get the sharp end of the sword.”

The statement was meant to be humorous, yet it came out as the complete opposite.

“It’s just something from his past. Everyone has one that nags them on this Express it seems, even someone as giddy as Caelus,” Closing the album, you reached for another one.

“Even you?”

“Unfortunately”, laughing you turned your face to look at him, “It’s not as deep as memory loss or being birthed from a literal nuke. Why? You surprised?”

“It’s hard to imagine you being chained down by memories and experiences of the past, you don’t let it seem to show.” You weren’t sure if you or Sunday had moved closer to one another.

In public you wanted to add, letting the two words melt on your tongue. 

“Yeah, well”, Scooting closer, your right knee bumped his left, “It’s different for everyone.”

“That it is.”

The humming of the Express seemed to become muted, as if you had submerged underneath the water.

Sunday was so pretty.

His hair framed over his wings perfectly, his eye color blending into his attire beautifully. Little things that he seemed to make stand out wonderfully.

“Do you and Dan Heng have quarrel?” Lifting his head, Sunday’s eyes locked onto your own, “I do not want to trouble you by mentioning the past if both of you have some together.”

“No, it’s just a…little thing.” 

Who started to lean in first?

“A little thing? You have a lot of those, hmm?” Sunday’s lips upturned slightly before they fell into their normal line, “Are you sure?” “You’re not getting in the way of anything, Sunny.” The nickname made his lips part, his honeyed breath being intook by your nostrils, “It’s fine, I swear.”

You could practically feel his hair against your face as he tried to close the distance, flinching back once his nose brushed against yours. Your fingers traced the outline of his jaw as he exhaled shakily, his lashes fluttering closed so delicately it was if a feather had fallen against the smooth water of his skin. 

Smooth lips met yours as soon as your own eyes closed.

You felt his hand sneak up to the nape of your neck, a gasp pushing past your lips at the skin-on-skin contact. Sunday must’ve felt as he did something incorrect, pulling back before you brought up your other hand, keeping him within the moment of the kiss.

The muffled humming started to become clearer as you pulled back to open your eyes. Sunday’s wings had come around to fit around his face, a pink creeping past the edges. 

And you let out a small laugh filled with nothing but joy.

Lowing his wings from his face, Sunday averted his gaze partially to the ground, “I suppose you should go back and try to sleep now.”

Although it was a statement, it carried more a questionable tone.

“Yeah”, you croaked out, nodding stiffly as you stood up. “You rest well if you can.” With a nod himself, Sunday started to study the pattern on another photo album. You practically speed-walked out of March’s cabin, heading to your own down the hall as your hand subconsciously raised to your lips.

Aeons were you glad you didn’t bring the past to the present with Dan Heng.

HI ILLU!! i hope you enjoy and this wasn't too ooc 😓😓 you've been such a huge inspiration and a major reason of why i'm so hooked on sunday as much as i am HAHAHA, i hope you have a very wonderful christmas and the rest of the year treats you right. thank you so much for being so wonderful and joyous to be around, i truly appreciate you 🫶🏽

[satori-runa]

—The star of the night

Summary: In the middle of chaos, Reca chooses you, his assistant, to replace the actual actress.

Words: 2k

Tags: Fluff, slight comedy, mr reca being mr reca

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In your lifetime, you'd never been anywhere more glamorous than Reca's movie set. It was a polished spectacle of wealth, fame, and sheer creative ambition concentrated in a single place.

The set was pristine. Everything from the polished equipment to the crew buzzing around the latest cutting-edge technology spoke of high-budget prowess. Reca had wrangled only the crème de la crème of actors, and the script itself was a masterpiece, lauded by critics before a single frame had even been shot. Naturally, it was no surprise when the man beside you, the very architect of this grandiose vision, let out an audible groan, throwing his head into his hands. He pulled them down his face in a gesture so theatrical it almost belonged on the screen itself.

"No, no, no." He groaned, his voice laced with overdramatic despair. “Not like this. This is supposed to be art. Art!” He gestured wildly at the set. “Any three-year-old could create such a display with macaroni!"

While you found yourself captivated by the scene's intricate design—each prop in perfect position, the textures, the layout of furniture—all meticulously assembled to support the vision of an unfolding narrative, Reca saw only flaws. In his eyes, it was a desecration of the perfection he had so painstakingly envisioned.

To him, everything was wrong. The lighting was lifeless, casting shadows that fell harshly across the actors’ faces, robbing them of the soft glamour he’d imagined. The music? A hollow echo that failed to evoke a single stirring of emotion, as far from evocative as a flat note played on a broken piano. And the actress—the poor, unknowing actress who, in any other setting, would be lauded for her skill—was, to Reca, nothing short of an abomination in this moment. His eyes were fixed on her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he shook his head.

“Does she even know her lines?” He muttered, mostly to himself, though you heard every word. “It’s as if she’s performing in a high school play, not…not this.” He ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth, his presence a cyclone of perfectionism.

For the past hour, Reca had been tearing every detail apart. The set he'd once raved about was now an "ill-matched mess." The weeks you'd spent booking this elusive location, the endless calls, the backup locations you’d scouted, and the rejections you’d faced until this one finally came through. The casting? The exhausting process of reviewing tapes, organizing callbacks, going through Reca's list of notes and opinions on each actress, often just to have him change his mind the next day. And that demo track? You’d pulled every string, barely scraping by deadlines, just to make sure everything was in perfect order for him.

And here you were, watching it all unravel with each of Reca’s sighs and exasperated mutterings. As he kept pacing, criticizing the lighting again and muttering that the entire production was in danger of "crumbling into mediocrity," you couldn’t help but let out a silent prayer. An aeon, a muse, a miracle—someone save me, you thought, raising your hands briefly to the heavens in a quiet display of surrender.

Because if Reca’s mood didn’t lighten, there was absolutely no way this movie was getting made today.

Just as you were silently pleading for an escape from this nightmare, Reca’s pacing came to an abrupt halt. His head snapped in your direction, and his gaze narrowed, a glint of sudden inspiration lighting up his face. You felt a jolt of dread. That look—oh, you knew it too well. It was the same look he had whenever he came up with one of his “brilliant” ideas, which, more often than not, meant you were in for another impossible task.

“You.” He said, pointing at you with a fervor that made you take a step back. “You’ll be perfect.”

You blinked, uncertain if he was joking. “Me?”

“Yes! You!” He clapped his hands together, excitement bubbling up in his eyes. “Don’t you see? You have everything this role needs. Raw energy, authenticity—a complete lack of…training! It’s fresh. It’s real!”

“Reca, I don’t think—”

“Nonsense!” He cut you off, waving your protests away. “You’re exactly what this film is missing! All this time, I was looking in the wrong places. These actresses…they’re too polished. Too practiced. They lack that something—that spark of untamed potential that you have.” He smiled, a bit maniacally, but you could tell he was deadly serious.

“But I’m just your assistant.” You stammered, feeling your face flush. “I don’t know the first thing about acting. I’d probably ruin the entire film!”

“No way.” He insisted, eyes blazing with enthusiasm as if he’d already envisioned you on the big screen. “Think about it! You’ve been here for the whole process, you know every detail. You’ve seen every scene in my head just as I see it. Who else could be better prepared?”

You opened your mouth to protest again, there was no one that had the same vision as him, but he was already motioning to the costume designer, barking orders to prepare an outfit for you. Any hint of hesitation had disappeared from his face. In his mind, you were already cast and rehearsed, the missing piece that would bring his vision to life.

The next thing you knew, you were being ushered into the dressing room, handed a costume, and given a rapid rundown of your character’s motivations—directly from Reca himself, who seemed thrilled beyond measure. Somewhere between his impassioned monologues and the mounting nervousness that took over you, you found yourself on the set, standing beneath the very lights he’d spent hours cursing.

And as the camera rolled, with Reca’s wide-eyed gaze fixed intently on you, you couldn’t shake the surreal feeling. You’d gone from assistant to lead actress in a single, unpredictable twist, and despite your inexperience, you found yourself saying the lines and stepping into the role…all under the watchful, eager eyes of a director who now thought you were the perfect star.

The set had quieted down, and the crew took a break, leaving only a few people around. Reca, still lingering near you after that intense practice, watched the others drift away before turning back to you with a small, thoughtful smile.

“Let’s run through it one more time, mon cherie.” He said, his voice softer now. “Off camera. Just us.” There was a vulnerability in his tone you hadn’t heard before—a subtle, unspoken invitation.

You nodded, though your heart was pounding again. With the equipment and the audience gone, the space between you felt strangely intimate, as if stepping outside the boundary of the roles you were supposed to be playing.

He took a steadying breath and stood before you, his gaze searching yours. “Close your eyes.” He said, his hand brushing yours. “Forget the lines, the lights. Just…feel it.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in. You could feel the warmth of his presence, so close now that every brush of his hand seemed to linger, every movement deliberate. He guided you gently, his fingertips tracing the edges of your hand until your fingers were laced together, his touch grounding, even protective.

“Imagine…” he whispered, his voice soft and full of emotion, “Imagine there’s no one here but us. No cameras. No crew.”

You opened your eyes, and he was watching you, his gaze vulnerable and sincere in a way you hadn’t seen before. His expression held an emotion that was entirely unscripted—almost a question lingering in his eyes, as if he was daring you to step closer.

His hand moved to your face, fingertips lightly tracing your cheek. The way he looked at you was overwhelming, like he was seeing parts of you no one had ever seen before. It felt like he was letting you in, past the director, past the confident professional, to something real and deeply hidden.

“Just us.” He murmured, almost to himself, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. His eyes softened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. For a second, it felt like he might kiss you—not as part of a scene, not as an actor in a role, but as himself.

You swallowed, your own emotions swelling, breaking past the practiced distance of assistant and director. The way he looked at you, the way his touch lingered just a moment too long, felt impossibly real. It wasn’t just acting. Not anymore.

And in that shared silence, the line between character and reality blurred completely, leaving you wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was something there that neither of you had dared to speak aloud.

Your breath caught as Reca leaned in closer, his hand cradling your face with an intensity that made the world around you disappear. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat that stretched on, filled with a tension so thick it felt like the air had turned electric. His thumb brushed gently across your cheek, and you felt your heart pounding, anticipation building with each passing second.

You closed your eyes, half-expecting, half-hoping for the kiss that seemed to hover right on the edge of happening. The moment felt impossibly fragile, a secret shared only between the two of you. And just as you felt him draw in that final breath…

He pulled back, a sudden spark lighting up his eyes, and he spun around, letting out a shout that shattered the delicate silence. “Yes! That’s it! THAT expression—exactly what we need!”

You blinked, still reeling, as he practically leapt away from you, his energy blazing. “Everyone!” He called out, his voice filled with exhilaration. “Get ready to film! Now, now, now! We have to capture this—she’s got the emotion perfect, it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for!”

The crew scrambled into action, quickly setting up cameras and adjusting lights as you stood there, frozen and feeling a little…lost. You watched him pace excitedly, giving orders and pointing out positions, his focus now on preparing the scene. Meanwhile, you felt your cheeks flush with the sudden realization that the almost-kiss hadn’t been what you thought at all.

You felt the warmth creeping up your cheeks, your heart still racing from the almost-kiss that had left you somewhere between flustered and bewildered. As the crew finished setting up, you broke into a grin, chuckling softly at the absurdity of it all. Reca had played you perfectly, swept you into the scene so thoroughly that, for a moment, you’d forgotten where the acting stopped and the real feelings began. You couldn’t help but shake your head, laughing at yourself.

Reca, seeing your smile, grinned back, clearly thrilled that he’d managed to get such an authentic reaction. “That’s the spirit!” he cheered, clapping his hands together in delight. “I knew you had it in you!”

“You know, Reca.” You said, trying to keep the teasing note in your voice light as you crossed your arms, “you played me well. Got me all caught up in the moment. Almost too well, actually.”

He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Only did what any good director would do.” He replied, a playful edge in his tone.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a spark of confidence as you leaned in just a little. “Well, maybe we should rehearse some more roles in private sometime.” You suggested, your smile turning slightly coy. “You know…just to pick up where you left me hanging.”

For the briefest second, he looked taken aback, his eyes widening as if surprised by your boldness. But then, that familiar grin returned, his gaze lingering on you with a newfound intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Perhaps we will.” he said, his voice a touch lower, his gaze still locked on you. “Only if you think you can handle a bit more of my…methods.”

Your smile deepened, and you felt a thrill run through you. Maybe, just maybe, the line between acting and reality was thinner than you’d thought. And if Reca wanted to blur it a little more…well, you couldn’t say you’d mind.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Random Marriage HCs

characters: Yoimiya, Robin x gn!reader 

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Had an idea during an unusually quiet bus ride

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yoimiya

You didn’t know many other people that were as attentive towards anniversaries as Yoimiya, especially when it came towards those other than your big one. From time to time, you couldn’t help but feel as if not a single week could pass by without the girl announcing it was some kind of anniversary for the two of you. Whether it was your first date, first kiss, first time you assembled a firework all by yourself or any other occasion she seemed to hold dear.

Speaking of fireworks – no anniversary was complete without one or two fireworks shot into the night sky. There had been a time you tried convincing her to cut it back with her very public shows of appreciation – a simple hug or kiss would have been enough to get that message across to you, and wouldn’t risk receiving noise complaints from the neighbours – but as the years passed by, you slowly realized that trying to separate the anniversaries and fireworks was futile in nature. Despite, you were 90% sure they were just a welcome excuse for Yoimiya to light some in the first place.

Not that you minded all too much anymore. There were worse ways to end your day than with your own firework-show.

Suddenly, you were awake. Having been in deep sleep just the prior moment, before a pair of hands had grabbed onto your shoulders and started pulling and pushing them excitedly, your eyelids gave enough way to allow you to get a glance at your ceiling. For a brief moment at least, before a familiar face popped into your view, smiling at you with the same enthusiasm your brain had long since linked to one single word.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Her voice filled your ears.

“Give me a moment… What’s the date?” You asked in a groggy voice, your brain still reeling from its sudden departure from Dreamland as it surely would have had a difficult time recollecting your name if pressed for it.

“Today’s the Anniversary of…”, you opened your mouth again just a short moment after having finished your last sentence, not even giving Yoimiya enough time to answer your question, only for your eyes to suddenly shoot wide open as you remembered how you’ve been shopping for this day just past week, a smile to rival her’s appearing on your face, your voices to ring out almost in unison.

“Our Wedding.”

With how loud that day’s fireworks had been it was a wonder the guards didn’t come knocking at your door the next morning.

Robin

Being the artist that she was, Robin had written dozens of Songs over the years. Some of them she felt a deeper connection to than others, and yet there was one that she would always hold dearest.

A song you couldn’t find in any playlist or sold at any store, nor was it a song anyone but her had ever heard in completion, not even you. And yet, sometimes, when she was having a stressful week and trying to calm herself or those around her down, you could hear her hum little snippets of it to herself. Once or twice, you were even lucky enough to hear her quietly sing parts of the lyrics, although her voice was meant for nobody’s ears but her own. And while it was certainly possible that you were just interpreting too much into it, you could have sworn you’ve heard your own name among those lyrics at least once.

So whether it was out of embarrassment that she kept it to herself or out of a desire to retain what little of her private life was still private, whenever you heard the familiar tune, the corners of your lips would inevitably creep upwards.

There was little that had a more calming effect on you then sitting by the fireplace and hearing the crackling of the fire. Aeons knew you needed it, considering how… eventful the past few days turned out to be. Closing your eyes, as you leaned back even further in your chair, you began hearing the woman by your side start humming to herself. 

Usually, you’d have little trouble pinpointing the exact tune she was quietly singing to herself, having listened to each of her songs so often you had learned them by heart. And yet this one took a bit longer for you to recognize. It had no name, but it was still beautiful. Maybe even more so than any of her others, even if you didn’t know all of it.

But then, you recognized the part she was at. Among the bits and pieces you had gotten to hear, this one was the one that always stuck with you the most, and so, you instinctively began humming along. And although the tones coming out of your throat were far from as beautiful as hers, before long, it was the only one filling the room.

Noticing Robin had stopped humming, your own slowly trailed off as well, as you looked at her with a look of confusion and mild amusement, a comment along the lines of “was my singing that breathtaking?” almost escaping your lips although you managed to contain it just barely. For the better, as the girl was staring at you with wide eyes, her surprise all too apparent.

“You know that one?” Her voice rang out once again, sounding almost a bit embarrassed before you answered her with a big nod, smile plastered across your face as you opened your mouth.

“Only bits and pieces. I heard you hum or sing it to yourself from time to time. Did you write it yourself?”

Her cheeks now suddenly a couple of shades redder, she gave you a small nod before turning to look back at the fireplace, feeling unusually shy about it before putting on a small smile and turning back to face you.

“I’ll let you hear the full song one day.”

[eskir]

softly lay me down - sunday x reader

when he's tired, he seeks out you - fluff

a/n - honestly i wrote this bc i someone said they wanted sunday fluff somewhere. so i'm delivering one of the least concerning/angsty things i can write. also i need smth nice before aventurine angst

"Are you alright?"

You ask as your fingers brush through his hair, trailing down to his wings. You caress them gently, but sadness blurs your vision as you watch him. You can see the way exhaustion clings to him, and how he holds onto you for a respite from the feeling.

He only hums out a yes to your question, burying his head deeper into the crook of your neck. His embrace tightens, a silent plea for comfort, as he conceals his weary face. Even then you can see the way his eye bags have deepened. But you can only give him a comforting smile, a dim light in his world of darkness. So he turns his head towards you, shooting you a ghost of a smile

The internal conflict of the Family have been weighing on him for a week. You didn’t understand how the Family could have such drawn out arguments, and Sunday wouldn’t explain it to you either. Perhaps it was out of an old habit of his, the one where he prefers for the world to lay its problems on him and not the ones he loves.

It’s always too hard to tell what runs through his head as he tries to hide his thoughts and feelings. But even with that knowledge, you’ll still comfort and help take his formal gloves off. You play with the strands of his hair, letting the scent of his conditioner surround you. He provides comfort to you, draping his body over you and exuding that familiar warmth. So you embrace him back. Eventually as the night matures, you’ll lay him down to sleep, guiding him safely through the night.

And with the morning light, he’ll take off the ring you gave him with a kiss. He switches it for his formal gloves, but still slips it into his pocket with a reverence akin to one reserved for an aeon.

But it’s still evening, and your ring is on his hand. That hand reaches up for your face, tracing your jawline. He gets up slowly, looking down at you with a sly smile, one that he doesn’t have to fabricate when he presents himself as a representative. He can be himself with you. He can kiss your forehead and let his wings brush up against your cheeks in this safe place.

And when he does so, he genuinely smiles when seeing your reaction. You’re laughing, commenting that his wings tickle as you push him away affectionately. He lets out a deep chuckle, rubbing your face with his hand and showering you with kisses, nuzzling his cheek into yours.

If he isn't fine, at least you're by his side.

[dilvuc]

henlo! can i request clingy multiple hsr charas after their beloved is going on a business trip for two weeks? the reader is male, and i hope that you will be okay if i request it to be long, love 🫶💐

(*if you can't make it long, or don't have the feeling to, I'm fine if you make it short! 🌹)

❝WHEN THEY GET CLINGY WITH YOU❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when they get clingy

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jing yuan, dan heng il, blade, dr. ratio, aventurine x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: they get clingy with you after you return from your business trip after two weeks

╰┈➤ JING YUAN

“Jing Yuan. It was only a two week business trip. You really miss me that much?” you sweatdropped as you held the clingy general in your arms. jing yuan has his arms and legs wrapped around you tightly with his face buried in your neck, “Two weeks without you is making it hard for me to concentrate. If I were to let go of you, you might leave for good.”

you sigh and pat the male on the back, “You’re overthinking it…”

“He has been calling me by your name and clinging onto me like I'm a cat.” yanqing sighed, “Thanks aeon you're back.”

“He’s such a man-child.” you deadpanned. ever since you returned, jing yuan stayed close to you at all times and never wanted to keep his eyes off of you.

╰┈➤ DAN HENG IL

“Dan Heng…” you sweatdropped. dan heng hummed, “Hm?”

“It was a two week business trip.” you said. the dragon-hybrid nodded, “I know.”

“Then…” you trailed off as you turned your attention to dan heng's tail wrapped around your waist, “You wouldn't mind removing your tail…?”

“No…It's safe this way.” dan heng declined. it's crazy that he's being clingy without you telling him that he's being clingy. it was a two week business trip. dan heng wouldn't let you go or let you out of his sight. how cute….

╰┈➤ BLADE

now, this is when it gets wild. after you return to your two week business trip, blade become more possessive of you. why is that? he has been keeping his close eyes on you and been following you. plus, whenever you try to get up to go somewhere, he just grabs you by your arm and asks where you're going or says that he'll join you.

“Blade. It only happens once…” you sweatdropped. blade clenched on your arm, “Two weeks was long enough…”

“Geez. You're clingy…” you deadpanned.

“Shut it.” blade scoffed.

“My, look like you can't go on a mission anymore, [Y].” kafka chuckled. “Let me say this, Bladie misses you a lot. It's quite oblivious. He has been muttering your names while you were on a trip.”

“Ah? I wasn't expecting someone like Blade to miss me or to be so clingy.” you mumbled. silver wolf snickered, “He kept your cat look-a-like in his room. The trailblazer says it's Ruan Mei’s creation.”

“Is that so…?” you sweatdropped. not like you didn't notice, you spotted that creation staring at you in the corner. it's cute, but it's giving you the creeps. blade glared at the women, “Do you two want a blade in your neck?”

╰┈➤ DR. RATIO

“It was a two week business trip and I have returned just like I texted.” you said.

“Hmph! You said you'll return in 15 minutes, but you arrived in exactly 18 minutes and 35 seconds. You're late. This is unacceptable.” ratio glared at you. you sighed, “I only stopped by somewhere to get some snacks. I haven't eaten when I arrive.”

“You're a moron. How did I even partner up with an idiot like you…?” the male rubbed his temper.

“You suggest that we should be partners…” you deadpanned.

“Still. I only partnered up with you so you wouldn't do anything stupid. I had to keep you on track. Don't take it personally.” ratio huffed.

“Whatever. I'm heading out.” you waved as you about to walk out, but dr. ratio stopped you by grabbing you by your wrist, “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.”

“I'll go with you. Wouldn't let a moron like you do anything stupid.” dr ratio suggested.

you sighed, “...Are you saying that you wouldn't want me to leave because you think I might go away forever?”

ratio flinched, “W-what give you those ideas?! I'm only doing my job!”

“You're such a liar…You're becoming clingy now?” you snickered. ratio growl with a red face, “Shut it! I'm not!”

“Oh-ho~ You never wanted to go anywhere with me before. Why now?” you teased. ratio hit you on the head with his book, “S-silence! An idiot like you doesn't know that!”

“Just say that you miss me~”

“Should I smash you harder with my book in your fucking head?”

╰┈➤ AVENTURINE

“Me? Clingy? It was a two week business trip. Nothing more…” aventurine chuckled, brushing off your words. you hummed, “Mm-hm. Then…why are you so close? You don't usually get in my personal space.”

“Hm?” aventurine hummed in question. yes, he was close to your liking. he must've sneaked into your room and slept next to you in your bed and now he has his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You sneak in, didn't you?” you deadpanned. the blonde snicker, nuzzling his face in your neck, “What gives you that idea…?”

“You're being clingy without saying that you are. Just admit it.” you sighed.

“Just admit that you miss me.”

“Shhh. Let's go back to sleep.” aventurine beamed, trying to go to sleep. gosh, you can't understand this guy…

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

rules

hsr masterlist

[cloudluvrrr]

fluff with obsessive (ok sounds hella creepy lmao) madly in love sunday but NOT LIKE THE YANDERE TYPE IF YK WHAT I MEAN. LIKE THE TYPE WHERE HE WILL WORSHIP THE GROUND U WALK AND THANK THE AEONS HE BREATHES THE SAME AIR AS U

basically sunday who sees you as the aeon of beauty herself

a/n: i love sunday guys hes so cute i wish he wasnt so negative and traumatized. Also idk if it was but i just made him like love bomb you but its permanent and he just loves you a lot and worships you and also general ideas 😭🙏

loving! sunday x g/n reader

Angel

virtual angel - artms

--

-hes very busy, with meetings and constantly is in his office. Reviewing plans or studying the scripture. But he never fails to send you texts

'hello angel <3'

"I will be home late, please don't stay up for me <3."

“I’ve made us restaurant reservations, so be ready when I get home <3.”

-his texts are always grammatically correct, since hes always writing to his colleagues or to other families.

-but sometimes he tried to incorporate emoticons.

“How are you my angel? :3”

“These meetings are boring. ;-;”

"Hello darling, I bought take out! o((>ω< ))o"

-he’s so cute

-but he often checks in when he has a chance too, and often responds quickly. And always ends his message with a heart.

-when speaking of you or to you he smiles with his eyes closed. He will find any excuse to talk about you

-and he’ll likely bring your flowers after a long day, as an apology for taking too long.

-taking you to his 'family' dinners, and parties.

-and help you dress up and even put on your makeup, jewelry, and help you with your zipper/tie/buttons.

-kissing your cheek, and shoulder as he does. Whispering sweet things in your ear.

-he'll always have things for you incase of an emergency as well, if you find yourself with a spill or your shoes are hurting. He'll tell his assistant to bring you a new pair and escort you to a private room.

-during parties he'll drag you away, to walk around just the two of you

—

Your sitting on the couch on your phone, reading the latest news before your attention is turned to the door opening. Revealing Sunday as he carried a small bouquet of flowers “I apologize the florist didn’t have any that were bigger my love” he began as he closed the door “I’ll buy you bigger ones next time”

"you and your gifts for me sunday" you spoke taking the flowers from him and arranging them. "I love giving you things, I have money to throw around why not spend it on my lovely fiance" he replied playing with your hair, and burying his nose into your collarbone "you're so wonderful... " he uttered his hands gently rubbing your waist "so perfect.. I love you very much you know"

--

-Sunday only works during the week, on weekends he's all yours.

-you both wake up late in his expensive bed, he'll be all over you in the morning whispering sweet nothings.

-he'll make breakfast, whatever you want he'll make.

-Making a plan of what you want and organize the day to fit your schedule. Ordering his driver around and having a private shopping day

-giving anyone a look if they look at your a little weird

-buying you anything and everything 'I dont have any other use for my credits' he'd say as he placed another ring on your finger.

--

"Sunday I can make pancakes" you huff trying to take the spatula from his thin fingers

"You work too hard, It time for me to pamper you" he said slyly, bringing up your hand and kissing your knuckles. "You do that every week"

"oh do I? I guess i forget" he chuckles flipping the pancakes.

"Would you like bacon with that my love?"

--

-you spend weekends together, in restaurants or shopping.

-or just at home lazing around, watching tv, scrolling through social medias or just petting his wings.

-he spoils you in every shape and form.

-buying you earrings, rings, necklaces and all kinds of stuff that'll make you happy

--

"this looks lovely on you doesn't it" he said pulling out a frilly shirt, with a gentle smile. "Sunday I have that one in 3 colors"

"it looks so beautiful on you why not have one more" he said putting up again your torso "its on sale as well" he added placing it on the overfilled basket

--

- He'll try to hide his stress and his own emotions from you, in an effort to not affect you.

-sometimes he'll open up about his past if hes tipsy enough, his wing piercings, his clipped wing on his torso, his trauma with the family, loosing his mother.

-especially when its something with that gopher fuck gopher wood

-you could tell when he was anxious, he would touch his piercing on his wing or play with his gloves

-that and he'll be spacing out during dinner

--

"did something happen a work" you asked taking his hand from his wing. "Nothing to worry your pretty head about" he said calmly kissing your hand, and smiling. "your sure.. you seem antsy" you insist "Just a bit antsy for the festival.. Hoping everything will be perfect, especially you. We have to find a new outfit for you don't we?"

--

-he was always a smooth talker and manipulative, hes able to easily do it when your worried as well.

-he does it so you dont think about it too much, as well as using gifts to lead you away from the conversation

-he doesn't like manipulating his love he'll avoid it, but its so you dont ask too many questions.

--

"I love you, you know that" he said not looking up from his desk, as he spoke to you over the phone "I know that.. I'm just worried you know, you haven't taken any days off this week." you vocalized as he continues his paper work "I'll make us reservations at your favorite restaurant" he suggests finally picking up the phone

"Sunday.. I just want to know you're okay"

"I am my angel, please stop worrying we'll see eachother at dinner. I love you, alright? I love you.. very much" he murmured before hanging up. His mind had many thoughts but you were always on top, he smiled to himself as he looked as the many photos of you on his desk.

--

Sunday loves you very much, his only regret it not showing it more. As he fell from the penacony theatre, his eyes following the horizon as he envisioned your smile. The only thing giving him hope, that he'll survive this fall.

-

STREAAM TTYL BY LOOSEMBLE GUYSYY

also kinda got carried away 😔😔

-- navi >.<

[kizusof]

Hi! Hope I'm not too late

Anaxa and reader relaxing in his office while they finish up some work? Can go as you want, I just want fluff 🌸🌸

The date

— anaxagoras x reader

You two had planned to go on a date today, you haven’t had gone on a date with him for a really long while so you were excited for this day to happen. Until the aeons cursed you to be busy this day, you were tasked with more and more paperwork than usual so you had to go home holding stacks of paper you needed to do.

You apologized to your dear boyfriend multiple times on the phone to which he understood and decided to reschedule the date two weeks later.

When you went home, you immediately went to your personal office, holding the stacks of paper and completely ignoring Anaxagoras when he greeted you a warm welcome.

A little while later, he knocks at your door, welcoming himself in. “You have to finish all of that tonight? That’s alot.” you tiredly face him “no.. I can still pass this tomorrow morning but I think i’d rather sleep late and wake up late than sleep late and wake up early just to do more work.” he hums in reply, sitting next to you as he takes a piece of paper, reading what was on it. You yawn and lay your head on his shoulder.

“Can you wake me up in 10 minutes?”

“…I’d rather not, this is alot of work. If you’d like, I can help you with some.”

Suddenly, your eyes shine happily. You felt extremely motivated to continue. He hands you a glass of water he brought with him and you mumble a small “Thank you.” before handing him a few papers he could do.

It was late, it really was, but you both finally finished. You aren’t tired anymore, a burst of energy flowed through you as you looked at your tired boyfriend. He slightly smiled looking at you, feeling like all the energy he just drained was worth it to see you like this.

You give him a warm embrace as you kiss his face, he pulls you up and sets you on his lap, holding your waist as your support while he relaxed himself on the chair. You kissed his neck and occasionally bit softly, making sure it wasn’t painful but more playful instead. He closes his eyes, feeling satisfied with what he’s experiencing.

“I don’t want to move.”

“I know.”

“Can we stay like this?”

He hums and you cheerfully smile, slowly resting your eyes closed. Maybe this could be considered as the “date” you two missed.

a/n : probably my 1000th work that includes anaxa or reader sleeping late! awesome. not proofread like everyother fic. will do that Tomorrow…

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

aeon fluff week - day 5 - domestic morning/waking up

leave em alone!!! they're still sleeping! (i thought the ss was funny cause ada looked gorgeous as normal and leon was like LMAO)

i think i used references from @gnvp2020 ty love hehe

tag list @aeonloves @a-phantoms-shadow @fleurdelily @kittenslady

[st6rly]

❛ in the soft. ❜

synopsis : 　 a demon and an archbishop; a mercenary and a merchant. two sides of the same coin and yet luocha's never felt further away. 　 ╱ 　 word count : 　 0.6k

characters : 　 luocha x gn!reader

categories : 　 a mix of fluff & angst if you squint. drabble. mini character analysis style fic.

warnings : 　not proofread. the setting is not canon compliant. religious aspects. mentions of death. he thinks of killing you for a hot minute </3

tags : 　 @tragedy-of-commons. @whatisnurotypical + for @luvether as an apology for mischaracterizing her guy so horribly this entire time during ebg <33

The fire is too warm. Light dances along the ground with each crackle of splintering wood as shadows scramble away from the source. Here, the trees are cruel. Gnarled branches creep along the dark sky, hands outreached in prayer and pleas, blocking out what little light is given by the half-moon. In the centre, sitting weary faced and droopy-eyed, Luocha tightens his grip around the pendant in his gloved hand. The metal sears his palm through the thin fabric, pressing hot indents into the meaty flesh. 

“Aren’t you tired?” 

Watercolour green eyes clash with yours, locks of blonde falling soft and gentle on his face as his head snaps up from its bowed position. On the other side of the fire, cloak acting as a blanket, you sit there far too relaxed. A curl of distaste taints his lips. They drop back neutral, too quick for you to catch in the dark. 

“Aren’t you?” he responds, tone tight, almost mocking with a single eyebrow raised. I’m losing it, he thinks. The metal burns a tad bit hotter. 

“Who wouldn’t be?” You shrug. Scarboard set to the side, the hilt is worn and leather peeling. He watches you poke at the embers, takes note of the slump in your shoulders and the fatigued expression you try to hide. Luocha sighs. 

“Then rest,” he says, blunt—perhaps even callous, “I will keep watch.” 

You pause, head tilted as if thinking, before you chuckle, “Nah. Don’t trust you enough for that, Merchant.” 

He stiffens. Weeks of this and yet Luocha hasn’t adjusted to the quips and sharp words you spit back, too used to the wordless responses of a cold body. Mad, isn’t he, for talking to someone so far out of reach. He rests a hand on the coffin.

“Maybe you should, Merc,” he scoffs, just as bitterly. Perhaps the journey has taken a greater toll on him than he thought. “Don’t you want your pay? Or are you backing out of our deal?” 

He knows who you are—what you are. Though at first glance you play the part, there is no fooling the fool. The curve of your lips, the unnatural shine of your eyes, the Purity Palace warned him of those who wear the faces of humans, to deny forgiveness to those who don’t wish to seek it. You smile. Luocha lingers on your lips, the skin stretched taunt to the teeth. 

“It’s not really my loss, is it?” It’s rhetorical. You rest your hands in the dirt behind you, palms pressed as if seeking pardon. “You need the ‘protection,’ not me. If you died tomorrow, would I care? I’d rob you blind.” 

You look over at the silent body. “Maybe even crack open that casket while I’m at it.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you aren’t that type of person.” He says it so matter-of-factly, he almost falls for it too. The truth is, you are that kind of person. “You too can grieve and feel, no matter how much you wish to deny it.” 

It falls silent. 

Luocha doesn’t know why he deludes himself into believing you can be saved. Your redemption isn’t up to him regardless of how he may feel. It would be so easy. He eyes the graceful lines of your neck, imagines his pure hands sinking into the soft muscles and tendons. He wonders if you bleed the same. 

“Maybe you’re right,” you mutter, head pivoting away from his glare. 

“Forgive me,” he whispers. To himself, to you, to the aeon that cannot watch from above.

© ST6RLY ﹕ all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, use for asmr role-play, feed into ai, or claim any of my writing as yours.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

not rlly thrist but- bully phainon and mydei fluff where they take reader to eat some nice ice cream after a stressful finals week and using their scary dog privileges to lure anyone trying to go up to her away lol mydei will wipe the corner of her mouth with a tissue when theres ice cream there whereas phainon will just lick it off the corner of her lips and cause mydei and him to bicker as their sweet nerd just zones out eating her ice cream (i love bully phainon and mydei.)

Finals were over. The battlefield was littered with empty coffee cups, broken pencils, and souls forever changed. And in the middle of it all was you—frazzled, sleep-deprived, and blinking like a stunned kitten in the sunlight.

“Hey, nerd,” Phainon called as he leaned against the doorframe of your last lecture hall, arms crossed and smirking like always. “You look like you got hit by a textbook truck. Let’s go.”

“We’re getting you ice cream,” Mydei added, grabbing your bag before you could even process what was happening. “And you’re not allowed to say no. That was an order.”

You were too tired to argue, honestly. You ended up squished between them in the booth of your favorite little dessert shop—some cutesy pastel place with sparkles in the signage and tiny spoons that didn’t match the intimidating aura your boys brought in.

Every person who dared glance your way got hit with twin death stares from across the table.

One guy walked over trying to “borrow” your napkin and Phainon just tilted his head and said,“Touch her and I’ll gut you with a spork.” Mydei didn’t even blink, just cracked his knuckles like a sound effect from a fight anime. The guy vanished.

“Scary dog privileges,” Phainon muttered with a smug grin, shoving a spoonful of mint chip in his mouth. “It’s a public service.”

You sat there, barely aware, quietly eating your strawberry sundae and zoning out so hard you might as well have been floating in space. That post-finals burnout was *real*.

“Hold still,” Mydei mumbled, leaning in to gently dab the corner of your lips with a folded napkin. “You got some ice cream there, dummy.”

You blinked slowly, blinking once, twice—

—and then Phainon was right there, licking the opposite corner of your mouth with zero shame. “Got that one for you,” he said smugly.

You didn’t even flinch.

“Are you serious?” Mydei snapped, ears practically steaming. “That’s disgusting, you dog.”

“You’re just mad I’m faster,” Phainon said, leaning back with his arms crossed and the smuggest grin imaginable.

“You’re a menace.”

You hummed softly, eyes half-lidded as you scooped another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, completely ignoring the bickering. You were safe. Warm. Loved. Watched over by your two big scary idiots who could—and would—flatten the world if it meant you got to enjoy a dessert in peace.

“...She’s not even listening to us,” Mydei muttered.

“Yeah,” Phainon sighed. “Our little nerd’s fried.”

“But she’s our nerd,” Mydei said, looking at you with so much softness it made Phainon click his tongue.

“Don’t get all gooey. She’s still got caramel on her nose.”

“I swear to Aeons, if you lick her again—”

[kastorixe]

fluff/crack(?) ft. (ooc?) caelus

no beta i wrote all this in under one hour, does this count as fluff?

Being an astral express member, you have never regretted boarding the express. you had forged closer connections with your fellow members than your so called family.

but lately, things has been… interesting— let’s just say, you’ve never expected this.

-

“whoa! don’t go falling for me, beautiful.”

somehow, you find yourself in the arms of the newest member of the crew. how you ask?

let’s find out together!

‘twas just a normal afternoon in the surprisingly quiet express. the other member were currently on herta’s space station—probably having fun while you rot alone in the party carriage.

you were left in the train because, and i quote “it’s been weeks since i gave you this task. once i take a step inside, the results should be on my room.” like wow! he isn’t the boss of you!

so here you are sluggishly completing you task, walking across from the passenger carriage to the party car. slowly but surely….

whilst you were internally crucifying yourself for being so irresponsible, you suddenly tripped on your own feet.

seems like the aeons doesn’t like you very much!

fortunately though(or unfortunately), instead of french kissing the cold hard ground and just laying there, accepting that maybe the floor was calling for you—you are in this current predicament.

okay, it’s kind of a shame that you didn’t fall. you were already preparing it as an excuse to fall asleep, uncomfortable or not. it doesn’t really matter.

but since you’re a person who’s forced to fit in society, you face your savior properly—an apology already on the tip of your tongue.

but damn! how can you do that when that face card is lethal! it’s illegal to be pretty and handsome at the same time!

your gaze flits to march who was suspiciously silent next to him, noticing how she was nearly one head shorter than him.

tall and lean? is he a gift from the aeons after suffering for years? surely, you deser-

“yeah! how about that march! told ya i never cower from dares! i’m just cool like that!”

hours later, you found out that you—in fact—did not trip on your own feet.

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 14: Arts and Crafts

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

It's @mintea-in-space's birthday today, and a few weeks ago, we spent several hours into the middle of the night making an oc, and asked them if they'd like me to write about her for their birthday. So, here is a fic of our sweet little Eclipse drawing a picture of her parents and the rest of her family, plus naptime with her dad. No warnings, 2k.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

The common room coffee table is a mess of markers and paper, and Mountain and Rain both watch as Eclipse wraps her chubby little fingers around a marker, scribbling with her tongue poked between her teeth in concentration. Rain, next to her, watches over her shoulder as he draws his own picture, the Abbey lake and surrounding forest.

No one in the pack had expected Swiss to be the first of them to have a kit. Least of all Swiss himself. He’d adopted her after falling in love with her working in the abbey nursery. She’d been too young to open her eyes yet, when most quintessence ghoul kits received their names.

Aether’d set aside the adoption papers within an hour of placing the little bundle of fuzz and fluff in Swiss’s hands, the tiniest kit he’d ever seen, a little girl with quintessence and fire and earth all swirling in her tiny body. He’d seen the look in Swiss’s eyes when she’d first settled against his chest. Known what it looked like when new parents fell in love with their kits.

Swiss’d waited until Aeon came home from tour before even thinking about adopting her. He’d video called countless times while they were apart, Eclipse sleeping peacefully on his chest, and Swiss had watched Aeon’s eyes soften every time they looked at her. Swiss thanks the Prince every single day that they’d fallen in love with her too. When she’d opened her eyes, they’d named her together.

Every single member of the pack loves the little kit just as much as Swiss and Aeon do, bickering among themselves about who gets to watch her when Swiss is on duty with Frater and Aeon is working in the infirmary. Taking care of Eclipse had been a packwide affair from the moment Swiss had introduced her to them.

Mountain watches the two of them, keeping a mental eye on the clock, knowing that Swiss’s shift is about to end, and he’ll be home soon. It had been difficult, to say the least, when he’d returned to work after a leave of absence after the official adoption papers had gone through. But he’d promised her he’d always be back for her, that he wouldn’t leave her for the world, and he hasn’t proven himself wrong yet.

“Oh, look at that,” Rain coos as Eclipse grabs a different marker. “Is that the pack, sweet girl?”

Eclipse looks up at him and beams just like her father, her silver and gold eyes shining in the afternoon light. “Yeah! S’for Daddy and Ren.”

Rain smiles fondly, smoothing a hand over top of her hair, tied back in twists that end in little lavender and gold beads. They rattle and clink gently whenever she moves her head. “They’re gonna love it,” he says.

As if on cue, all three ghouls’ ears perk up at the sound of approaching bootsteps. Mountain sits up a little straighter, old, vigilant habits never put to rest. Rain’s fingers slowly curl into the back of Eclipse’s shirt, ready to pull her behind him. Eclipse, however, doesn’t pick up on the older ghouls’ apprehensions, attention split between her drawing and whoever’s at the door.

Keys rattle in the lock. Rain and Mountain hold their breaths.

The door swings open and a ghoul steps into the den. Mountain relaxes with a relieved huff as Eclipse beams, gasping and jumping to her feet with a peal of laughter. Her stubby little tail wags behind her so fast it’s a blur. “Daddy!”

Swiss pulls off his helmet, setting it aside just in time to have his legs tackled by a toddling kit. He bends and scoops her up, groaning as his back protests slightly. “Hi, baby girl,” he laughs. “Lucifer, you’re getting big, huh? You used to fit in the palm of one of my hands.”

Eclipse shakes her head, sending the beads in her hair clinking against each other. “Nuh-uh,” she giggles.

“Yeah-huh,” he teases. “Uncle Aef has the pictures.”

Eclipse sticks her face into the crook of Swiss’s neck, and he adjusts her in his arms. Rain watches him visibly relax the longer he has his kit, a big hand in the center of her back to keep her balanced. “How’s my sweetheart? What’d you do with Uncle Mo and Rain?”

Rain smiles fondly as Eclipse pulls back to babble to Swiss about her day. “Watched the puppy show, an’ Uncle Mo made sandwiches, an’ me an’ Rain are drawing pictures.”

“Oh? That sounds fun, baby, you wanna show me?”

Swiss sets her down, and he lets Eclipse wrap her chubby fingers around one of his own and nearly drag him over to the coffee table. Rain scoots to the side to make room for the whirlwind of force. “See, Daddy?”

Swiss kneels at the edge of the table, watching as Eclipse paws at a sheet of paper. Rain subtly pushes it towards her, helping her grab it. “Oh, look at that, Clip. Is that us?”

She beams, showing him the array of stick figures drawn in every color under the sun. “S’me and you and Ren,” she points at the figures in the center, drawn in lavender and yellow and brown. She points to the tallest one. “S’Uncle Mo.”

Swiss laughs, kissing her temple. “Yeah, dunno who else it would be, baby.” A stick figure, shorter than the rest and drawn in bright orange, catches his eye, and Swiss cackles. “Who’s that, is that Aunt Rory?”

“No!” Eclipse giggles along, showing the gap between her front teeth. “S’Uncle Dew!”

“You did such a good job drawing us, baby. I’m gonna hang this up in our room for Ren when they get home.” Swiss nuzzles into the side of her head, breathing in her sweet apple scent.

“Daddy, when’s Ren comin’ home?” She asks, kicking up into a quiet little purr as her father scents her.

“They’re with Uncle Aef right now, helping people feel better. They’ll both be home in time for dinner, okay?”

She hums, pouting a little. Rain reaches up and rubs her shoulder. “They’ll be back before you know it, sweetheart,” he says. Mountain makes a noise of agreement.

Eclipse whines softly. “Want Ren too,” she mumbles, nuzzling fiercely against Swiss. He hums, rubbing her back.

“I know, baby. How about we go take a nap in the nook, and by the time you wake up, Ren will be home.”

She pulls back, metallic eyes bright and wide at the mention of the nook underneath her parents’ hearth. If Eclipse had it her way, all three of them would sleep in there every night. Unfortunately for her, sleeping on the floor more often than not is hell on Swiss’s back despite the large volume of blankets and pillows shoved under there, so they do their best to compromise. “P’ease, Daddy?”

He smiles and kisses her cheek, hauling her back into his arms. “Of course, Clip. Can you say bye to Uncle Mount and Uncle Rain?”

She waves, settling happily into Swiss’s arms as he stands. Rain hands him the picture she’d drawn as he too gets to his feet. “Bye!”

“Thank you for watching her,” Swiss whispers, presses his forehead to Rain’s.

“We’re more than happy to, edelweiss,” Mountain smiles.

He smiles back before leaving the common room, making his way to his and Aeon’s room. Swiss takes a deep breath once he crosses the threshold, relaxing as his mate’s scent, baked into everything here, hits him.

Eclipse squirms a little in his arms, and he tosses her gently onto the mattress to make her squeal with laughter as she hits the blankets and pillows. It’s contagious, and Swiss smiles wide enough to make his eyes crinkle.

“Alright, Clip. How about you get Miss Kitty and pick out a book, and Daddy will read it to you once he gets changed?” he prompts gently, and Eclipse’s eyes go wide. She nods, the beads in her hair rattling, and she clambers out of her parents’ nest to grab those items from their bookshelf.

Swiss smiles as she toddles off, a little girl on a mission, and unclips his cape. He tosses it into the hearth, knowing exactly where it will wind up later. He ducks into the bathroom to wash up quick and change into a soft, worn shirt and sweats. When he comes back out, the only reason he knows Eclipse hasn’t snuck out of the room is her soft, giggling laughter and the bed skirt along the edge of the hearth not quite sitting right.

He sighs fondly. It’s a bit of a struggle to get to his knees, back protesting, but he crawls under his bed without complaint. Anything for his little girl.

She’s already made herself comfortable in the copious pillows and blankets that make up this secret nest. There’s a floppy tabby cat plushie clutched in her arms, well-loved and worn. Once upon a time, when Swiss had first met her, the cat had been twice her size.

Eclipse has the newly unfurled spade of her tail tucked between her lips, nuzzling into the blankets with her parents’ scents baked in. She looks half asleep already.

“You comfy, baby?” He smiles as her eyes shoot open and she nods. Swiss crawls up behind her and tucks her against his chest. Eclipse melts into it. He reaches over and flicks on the string of lights, casting soft yellow light throughout the nook, just enough to read by.

“Mhm,” she mumbles, reaching with her little hand for the picture book she’d picked out. Swiss takes in the bright, primary colors painted on the cover, recognizing one of her favorites.

“Oh, good choice, sweetheart.” He flips the book open in front of her so they can both see. “Maisy is visiting Charley today. Hello, Charley. Hello, Maisy.”

As he reads, Swiss can feel his daughter relax and droop against him, and he doesn’t need to see her face to know she’s fallen asleep by the time he finishes the story. He sets the book aside, and she turns in her sleep so her face presses against Swiss’s chest, crushing Miss Kitty between them.

Swiss kisses between the little nubs of her horns, wrapping his tail around her and settling into the blankets. He hates to admit it, but he follows her to sleep, warm and comfortable and safe with one of the most precious things that’s ever happened to him.

He doesn’t know how much time passes, but his ear twitches at the sound of a camera shutter. Swiss cracks one golden eye open, arms tightening around Eclipse, but he relaxes as Aeon puts their phone away.

“Hey, buggy,” he says, voice low and raspy with sleep.

“Hey,” they say, smiling brightly, tail wagging idly behind them. “How’s the fruit bat?”

“She had a good day,” he says, carding fingers through her twists gently. “Wants her Ren, of course.”

“Well, I’m here now,” they shrug, settling into the nook behind her. They chuff happily as they kiss the crown of their daughter’s head. “Cirr and Dew just started on dinner. But we can stay here until then, they say an hour.”

Swiss smiles at them, unwrapping one arm from around Eclipse, who shifts and huffs a little in her sleep, and wrapping it around Aeon, hauling them in a little closer. Something deep and instinctual settles and calms when his mate’s body covers Eclipse’s back, the little ghoulette safe and protected by her parents.

Aeon watches him for a moment, long, thin fingers reaching over her to brush a braid out of Swiss’s face. It’s tender and soft, and Swiss smiles back at them, still halfway in the haze of sleep.

“You two are the best things that have ever happened to me,” he whispers, holding them both close.

Aeon snorts. “Sap.”

“It’s true and you know it.”

They roll their eyes playfully, leaning over Eclipse to kiss Swiss sweetly. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Now, let’s nap before Miss Fruit Bat wakes up and chatters your ear off.”

“And whose daughter is she?” Aeon teases, but settles into the nest, tail slinging over Swiss’s hip. He entwines his own around theirs.

Swiss takes a deep breath, feels his chest swell with warmth at the way his family’s scent surrounds him, and follows his mate and daughter back to sleep.