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november

⊹ feat. wriothesley

⊹ premise. ' nothing worth fighting for was ever won without sacrifice ' — final fantasy┊for @seraphiism's 2024 writing event

⊹ cw. story quest spoilers, mentions of blood, wriothesley + reader have a daughter

When Wriothesley was ten years old, he believed he was cursed. 

Cursed to a lifetime of misery spent huddled on the cold, bare floor of the orphanage he grew up with, the soft cries of the children around him depriving him of the quiet gift of sleep. He doesn't remember any of their faces anymore, but faint memories linger in his mind. 

There was a time when Mother and Father, as they insisted on being called, let him and another boy outside the orphanage. It had been a cold day, the water of Fontaine's fountains slightly freezing over. He had dipped his fingers through the water, marveling at the icy surface before the other boy called his name, pointing to a nearby shop.

The two of them had huddled together before the window of a bakery, little legs straining to support their weight as they stood on tiptoes to peer at the displayed goods. Wriothesley remembers there was a cake, decorated with red icing that matched his flushed cheeks and the threadbare scarf tucked around his shoulders.

Happy Birthday!, the cake read. He didn't have a birthday—Mother had never given him one—and it hadn't bothered him before. But at that moment, Wriothesley wished for that cake to be his, so desperately wished that he could swallow the entire thing and understand what it feels like to be cherished for a day.

But the cursed don't deserve such luxuries, and Wriothesley could only reluctantly tear himself away from that bakery, feet dragging against the ground on his way home.

He's embarrassed to admit it now, but that ordinary cake became the reason he scrubbed his hair a little harder and straightened his collar whenever the orphanage had visitors. Because some small part of him still believed that he deserved a real Mother and Father who would allow him to have that birthday cake all to himself. 

But a few years passed and instead of a bright red cake, there was blood staining his hands, crimson trickling onto the floorboards before pooling around the limp bodies of his foster parents. Maybe this is what I deserve, he thought to himself as the Gardes cuffed and dragged him out of the orphanage. Because there was no guilt—only a sense of hollowness that echoed in his chest at the sight of his parents' lifeless eyes.

It wasn't until he was alone in his prison cell that the tears fell, dripping onto the vision clutched in his trembling hands. A cryo vision—cold, like the water of the fountains had been on that memorable day.

Even after a few decades, Fontaine's winter winds are still as unforgiving as ever, but there's a warmth that fills Wriothesley's chest now. He has a title to his name, a place to call home, and a few friends he can trust.

And a family, he reminds himself as a small hand tugs on his coat sleeve. 

"Papa!" His daughter beams at him, the wind rustling her black and gray curls against her rosy cheeks. He gently tucks them behind her ear before hoisting her up in his arms. 

"Look," her excited chattering fills the silence, forming small puffs of white in the air, "we got you a present!" Following her frantic pointing brings his attention to you, leaving the very bakery that he once stood before all those years ago. 

Eyes widening, he gasps in mock surprise, lightly bouncing her in his arms. "Did you get me a cake?" he asks, a laugh dancing on his lips at his daughter's growing enthusiasm.

"Happy birthday, Wriothesley." You're at his side now, pressing your lips to his cheek before lifting the white box in your hand up to him. "For you," you smile, and Wriothesley thinks it's the prettiest sight he's ever seen.

And as he heads home, with his daughter in his arms and you tucked into his side, Wriothesley finally lets himself forgive the little boy who spent his childhood hating the life given to him.

౨ৎ thank you for reading, reblogs & comments are always welcome !

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ACCIDENTAL CONFESSIONS - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : none I think, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff!!

Additional notes : This was an adorable request I’d received!! I love the trope of accidentally confessing to someone (because it’s literally something I’d do—) so I hope I did it justice with this!!

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the moon and his stars ✨🌛

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YORUUU <333 last time I asked you abt my baby daddy Leon Kennedy 🤍 but now I’m gonna ask have you heard of a dating game called Love and Deepspace? (I think ur fav would be Rafayael, mine is Xavier 🤭)

hello angel 👼🏼 i don't play love and deepspace BUT YOU GUESSED CORRECTLY, i indeed love rafayel HAHAHAHA 😭😭😭😭🩷 i randomly saw him and ever since then i'm like 😏 also xavier is a cutie too!!! 💗

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⌕ jujutsu kaisen • megumi fushiguro.

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thinking of men that screams internally whenever you introduce him to your peers or anyone as your husband...

or if you're not yet married, but you have the brightest smile on your gorgeous face and he can see the constellations glimmering inside your eyes as you gush about him to someone, praising him for things he achieved and did for you.

of course he's not going to start giggling n kicking his feet in public—but their cheeks and ears (or if they have tails!!) will betray them, warming up and twitching uncontrollably no matter how they try to cover it up. they just feel so grateful for you that their stoic attitude just melts down into puddles of joy whenever you do so much as the bare minimum.

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“DO YOU THINK WE’D HAVE GOTTEN ALONG IN HIGH SCHOOL?” - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : mild spoilers for Xavier’s backstory if you squint, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff for daysss <33

Additional notes : It’s so fun coming up with these, so I hope you guys like them 🫶🏽

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BEING HARASSED OUTSIDE - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : general harassment and intimidation, threats of killing someone, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : comfort ig?

Additional notes : Their protectiveness over their partner is so hot I’m ngl. This was my take on them!!

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✮ apple of my eye

౨ৎ rafayel x reader. fluff, gn!reader, rafa being the adorable fishie he is i love him so much — wc: 460

notes. 2 fics in a row because i havent posted in like weeks

“you're late. again.” rafayek complains as you enter his studio. he is perched on his ladder again as he continues painting on his canvas. he did make some progress from the last time you were in the studio, with colors covering the canvas. “so, what brings you here? late by…” he checks his watch. “two hours.”

“i'm sorry, rafa.” you apologize, shaking the plastic bag in your hands, trying to catch his attention. “but look! i brought you stuff from the convenience store.”

rafayel huffs, his eyes momentarily looking at the bag but eventually returns to his canvas. “i don’t care about that.” a pout is visible on his face. “i can’t believe you’re late again. what happened to the promise you made in the hospital?”

“look, it’s not my fault wanderers appeared just as i was about to leave!” you explain. “do you really want me to ignore them when I’m a hunter?” rafayel doesn’t answer, instead, he dips his paintbrush in the white paint, ignoring you. “rafa.”

“what?” he mumbles out. “i can’t hear you.”

he's being petty again. you think to yourself, sighing inwardly. you walk up to him, poking his thigh. “rafa, come on. come here.” he looks down at your inviting hand stretched out to him, and he grumbles, placing his paintbrush in his cup. He takes your hand, climbing down the ladder. “here, take a break, yeah?” you guide him to his couch.

rafayel sits on the couch, a pout still visible on his face. you take a bag of chips from the plastic bag, one of rafayel's favorite snacks. “here! i bought it on the way here.” you hand it over to him, and you can see his eyes light up. “am i forgiven now?”

“mhm.” rafayel grabs one of the chips, taking a bite happily. “do you have more? one bag isn’t enough to earn my forgiveness, you know?”

“oh,” you blink, leaning in closer to him. rafayel stares at you with wide eyes, the proximity of you two making rafayel blush. you smile at him before kissing him softly on the lips. when you pull away, rafayel is still staring at you with his wide eyes, except this time, he looks embarrassed. “is that enough to earn your forgiveness?”

“y-yeah…” rafayel mumbles, looking away. “that was enough.”

you smiled, giving him a pat on his head. as you are about to pull back, rafayel pulls you back into his embrace, hugging you tightly. “what? do you need something?” you look up at rafayel who still has a bright blush on his face.

“nothing,” he replies. “i just want to hug you. i missed you.” his hold around you tightens, holding you in place.

your eyes soften. “i missed you too, rafa.”

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━ relationship headcanons for the love and deepspace mains

pairing: Zayne/Mc, Rafayel/Mc, Xavier/Mc

Zayne -

- He pays close attention to your eating and sleep schedule. If you don’t eat enough he’s going to order a food delivery to your house. If he has time before work, he cooks for you and makes sure everything is gone from the plate

- You tend to kiss him whenever you meet him and he loves it. When you happen not to do it, you either forget or you don’t think it’s appropriate at the time he actually frowns a little because he anticipates it every time he sees you

- When you’re walking together he loves when you link your arm around his and when he opens the door for you or just wants you to walk in first, he places his hand gently on your lower back as if he’s guiding you

- Zayne is such an active listener, his attention is fully on you whenever you’re spending time together, even when you’re yapping

- He is so proud of you and cares about you so much he will find any excuse to mention you in conversations. Everyone else in his life knows about you and how amazing you are

- If you’re into reality shows, he always pretends that he doesn’t like them and he has other things to do but you always catch him watching it with you. He asks questions about the people in the show and he asks you to rewind when he misses an important part of it. You two probably have a show that you watch together but he’d never tell anyone about it

- He always gives you lifts home if you don’t drive yourself. When you’re getting out of work or it’s raining and you’re out or you’re on a night out only planning to leave at 2 am, he will collect you and drive you home. He wants you to be safe

- He sends you instagram reels and you don’t have the heart to tell him that you’ve already seen that video on tik tok last year

- Zayne likes taking pictures of you on his phone and it could be the worst angle and blurry pics that you hate, but he thinks you look beautiful and he makes a folder on his phone with just pics of you. His phone screen is definitely a picture of you and he loves seeing it every time he looks at his phone

- It’s rare for him to straight up say it or go for it but he loves when you invite him for a cuddle and let him lay on top of you with his head resting on your chest. The way you hold him and stroke his hair makes him feel secure and loved. There’s something about it that makes him feel so much comfort and he always has the best sleep when he’s with you

- If you’re in college or doing work reports, he will proof read your reports or assignments for you and give you good critiques

Rafayel -

- He loves kissing you, like a lot. You could just be talking to him and he’s staring at you, smiling softly while looking at your lips and eyes and then he just goes in and kisses you when you’re still in the middle of a sentence. When you’re like “Rafayel!” He’s just like “What? Why are you yelling?” He pretends he didn’t do anything

- He loves pranking you. When he hears you coming into the room he’s in, he hides behind the door to scare you. When you take too long he gets annoyed and stops hiding and then you wonder why you get a dirty look from him

- When you’re watching movies he’s gonna talk through them. He wants to discuss what’s going on and he gives out to the characters in movies when they do something stupid

- Rafayel absolutely loves being around you, he follows you around everywhere. If you’re showering he will sit on the toilet seat to keep you company. If he’s not busy he’ll run errands with you. You need to buy milk? Ok he’ll go with you

- Arguing with him is pointless because he’s gonna start smirking and say something like “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” Or he’s gonna pretend to yawn and say “Yeah, yeah I get it. I’m getting tired now, let’s go take a nap together.”

- He’s very affectionate so he’s gonna want to touch you in some way when you’re near him. His hand is gonna hold yours or his fingers lovingly brush your arm or leg etc and when he’s sleepy he attaches himself to you like a koala bear

- He teases you and makes sarcastic comments pretty often. He likes not to take life too seriously. But he gets serious when he has to. If you can laugh at yourself he considers it to be a wonderful quality

- Raf sends you so many memes and tik toks during the day. He will be sitting beside you and start laughing really hard then send you the meme/tik tok with caption ‘you’

- He catches onto your dialect. You’ll catch him saying your phrases and he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it

- For events like your birthday he makes plans weeks prior to make it the best day for you

Xavier -

- He gives you puppy eyes whenever he wants something. If you say you have to go back to your home, he’ll give you the eyes and it’s always hard to say no

- He usually just goes along with whatever you want. If you want to put make up on him or raise a kitten together he’s just like “ok”. He will agree to anything so you are the one who has to be rational

- Xav shares anything with you. If you literally go to his apartment and ask to borrow his tv he’ll just let you even though he’d have nothing to watch anything on. He’s not even mad if you take food from his plate. He is willing to give you his whole meal

- He also goes to run any errands with you if he has the time. Anything you have to do or get he’ll go with you

- If you wake him up by planting kisses all over his face, he’ll wake up smiling and hugging you tightly in bed. He thinks you’re so cute. He adores when you do that

- Xavier actually really enjoys the cute nicknames. He likes being called ‘babe’ or ‘honey’

- He loves when you wear his clothes or use his shower gel. He just loves sort of “marking” you in a way. You smell like him, you wear something of his it’s so satisfying to him. He often leaves hickeys on you too

- He tells you he loves you at least twice a day and he tells you how much he misses you when either of you have been away

- Xavier zips up or buttons up your jackets for you

- He always kisses your forehead before pulling you into a hug

- Jeremiah always teases him about you because it’s so obvious Xavier is madly in love with you. Xav focuses on you so much that when there’s other people in the room he forgets about everyone else

- He always holds your hand when you’re going for a stroll together. If you’re shopping he happily holds your bags for you and waits patiently. If you need his opinion he’ll give it

- Watching movies with him is useless because he passes out on the couch like a dad and if you wake him up he’ll deny falling asleep

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━ when you and him break the bed

pairing : Zayne/Mc, Rafayel/Mc, Xavier/Mc

warning : suggestive, nsfw

Zayne -

"Sooo..." you side eye Zayne while he stands beside you. You're both staring at the dent in the mattress as the result of the broken slats that held it up. His shirt hangs loose on your figure and your fingers are fiddling with the fabric of the sleeve. You were sure you felt something crack underneath you, but at the heat of the moment it's too easy to ignore everything else. He's silent, squinting his eyes but simultaneously attempting to hide his smug smile. As much as this is an inconvenience, he has a reason to be proud.

He walks over to the bed and lifts up the edge of this heavy mattress so he can properly study the damage. You stand near him once again with hands on your hips, nodding to yourself.

"Hmm, well... Yup, definitely broken." you purse your lips.

Zayne drops the mattress and glances back at you.

"Aren't you perceptive?" his tone is sarcastic, with a mischievous twinge to it.

You roll your eyes playfully, making him smile.

"What now?" you ask, intently watching him turn around and firmly place his hands on your hips.

"Now, we're going to have to continue this somewhere else."

Rafayel -

He inspects the damage, agreeing that he’ll definitely have to call someone. He turns his head towards you, standing up. There’s a cocky twinkle in his eyes as he smirks.

“What.” you cross your arms over your chest, scoffing.

He shrugs his shoulders, continuing to hold his cheeky smile. “I didn’t say anything!”

You point an accusatory finger at him. “You’re giving me that look again.”

He tilts his head to the side, admiring how cute you look in his shirt. His stare envelops your being with embarrassment and you poke his cheeks, which just makes him laugh.

“Rafayel, stop.”

He grabs your wrist to prevent you from poking him any longer and he wraps his arms around your waist. He chuckles when you cover your face with your hands, prompting him to try to pry them away from your beautiful face.

“Why are you being so shy now?” he knows how to receive a reaction from you. “About ten minutes ago you were riding me so hard you broke my bed.”

You look at him in disbelief. “I couldn’t be the only one to cause that!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

Xavier -

“Should we just keep going?” he questions, standing naked as he didn’t have enough time to react and dress up. And god knows where his underwear is. You’re struggling to find your own.

“Xav, the bed is broken. I almost fell into that dent.” you tighten the belt of your bathing robe around you.

Xavier sits at the edge of the bed, pushing down onto different spots of the mattress.

“This side is still sturdy enough.” he glances up at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You shoot him a glare, wondering how long you’re going to have to sleep on your couch before this is sorted.

“So… I guess not.” he’s still eyeing you with his ‘innocent’ puppy eyes.

It is fairly funny that this happened but at the same time it’ll cost you. You watch as the hunter sits quietly, waiting for your decision. He’ll do anything you want after all.

You roll your eyes playfully and smile, cupping his face in your hands. You lean down to kiss him on the lips.

“How about your place for now?”

The excitement quickly returns to him and he’s ecstatic at your offer.

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snapshots. [—chilchuck tims]

TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, modern au,       minor pining, background marcille/falin WC: 1,000 NOTE: divorced father of 3 save me... save me       divorced father of 3...

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DNI.

“Move over.”

Chilchuck’s voice startles you. The bowl in his hands is steaming: a hearty stew made with Falin and Marcille’s collective effort—(“Senshi’s tried and true recipe!”). A thick slice of bread perches on its rim. It smells just as heavenly as it did at dinner.

“Here?” you ask, stupefied. The armchair you’ve claimed is wide; there’s easily enough space to fit a Chilchuck-sized person, but your mind jumps—unbidden—to the reason he’d been late in the first place.

“Where else?” He nudges you with his knee. “As if I’m gonna sit near that love-fest over there.”

“You’re not welcome anyways,” Marcille tuts, midway through dipping the maraschino cherry from her sundae into Falin’s mouth.

“This is my apartment!”

You concede with a laugh: it’s just your bruised heart working overtime. The moment his body settles, shoulders touching, you stop being able to taste the ice cream Laios had scooped into your bowl. Existence narrowing to that point of contact with a familiar little rush.

It’s Laios’ turn to choose tonight’s movie, much to Marcille’s dismay—(“A documentary classifies! This is a really interesting one!”)—and he scrolls to find it as Chilchuck digs into his food.

Midway through, you engage him in a thrilling mock-battle of fencing spoons. Falin dozes, lulled from the careful stroke of Marcille’s fingers through her hair. By the time the credits roll, they’re folded onto each other, soft snores drowned out by music.

“They fell asleep again,” Chilchuck drawls, chin cushioned against his hand.

“Must be crashing after all that sugar,” Laios suggests, drapes a blanket over them.

“They were pretty high energy tonight. Eager to hear about how Chilchuck’s date went, I guess,” you tease, taking up the mantle with Marcille fast asleep. “You didn’t even tell us her name.” Keeping the tone casual despite the haunting little pit in your stomach.

(It’d been a shock to hear about it: for as long as you’ve known him, Chilchuck has been eager to keep his life private—even from long-time friends. And there’d been no signs of anyone—except you and your little group—coveting his time and attention; no extra, unexplained toothbrushes, no brands you don’t recognize in his pantry, no missed get-togethers.)

“Huh?” He gives you a look, confusion twisted in his features. The TV’s light illuminates a silver hair. “I wasn’t with any girl.”

Your brow furrows. “…His name? Their name?”

Chilchuck stares. This close—where the minuscule twitches in his expression are noticeable—it’s strangely evaluating.

“You know Marcille was joking when she said it was a date, right?” Heat sears along your cheekbones; embarrassment flushing hot under his gaze—the realization of your mistake.

“Of course I knew,” you say stupidly. Chilchuck’s eyebrow quirks. “Shut up. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, then if it wasn’t a date, who were you with?”

“Senshi,” he says. “He was—we, uh,” his eyes slide off to the side, “I asked him for a favor.”

“Oh?” you hum, relief and mirth creating a warm hum behind your ribs. “Looking to get a side hustle as a cook?”

“Not even close,” he grunts, looking away.

“Should we start calling you our little master chef?” You nudge him with a grin.

“Chilchuck is already quite good at cooking,” Laios pipes up without taking his eyes off the screen. “Maybe he’ll learn to make something else after mastering ramen.”

“Hey—”

“Ramen?” you ask, head tilting. “Like, the instant kind?”

Chilchuck splutters. “No!”

“From scratch!” Laios beams. “Senshi’s said he’s been making really good progress since his first day.”

“Oh?” you grin. “Our little master chef is gonna open a ramen shop?”

“Shut up. No way. Not ever,” Chilchuck grumbles, the high curve of his ear a soft pink.

“I hope you’ll make it for us one day—I love ramen,” you say. “Very tedious, though, so I’ve never done it myself.”

His face scrunches, mouth pursing together like he wants to speak, but doesn’t. His cheeks puff with air, releasing as a long, quiet sigh.

“Oh, hey, so after ramen”—you lean a hand on the chair’s opposite arm, boxing him in with a cheeky little smile—“you should look into French onion soup. It’s probably easier than ramen but caramelizing the onions takes so long—”

“You—!” he leans back, shoulders tense and eyes wide. “Don’t go making requests before I’ve even cooked anything decent.”

“Why not? I bet it’ll be great! You’re good with your hands, so soup is probably a piece of cake for you.” You watch—with no small amount of pleasure—as Chilchuck’s face flushes with vivid color.

“Get away from me,” he mumbles, but his tone is so insincere all you do is laugh. He knocks a loose fist against the inside of your elbow. A surprised noise jumps out; you retreat back against the chair, rubbing the spot.

“Mmh?” Marcille rouses with a sleepy hum. “What’re you requestin’?”

“Chilchuck is making us ramen,” you joke, relishing the way he knocks an admonishing leg against yours. “He’s our little master chef.”

“Oh, yeah. Did Laios end up spilling the beans?” Marcille yawns. Falin stirs, eyes fluttering. “Congratulations, you two.”

Chilchuck goes stiff beside you. “What do you mean?” you ask.

Marcille pauses, head tilting with a drowsy look of confusion. “Huh? Didn’t you ask why he’s learning to make it?” she asks. Falin tugs her sleeve.

You blink. “No. Should I have?” Marcille doesn’t respond right away, head bent to put an ear by Falin’s mouth, expression pinched as they whisper. Then, with a sigh, she reaches up to stretch.

“No. Never mind. Forget I said anything.” Laios is quick to grab her attention.

“Hey, so are you actually opening a ramen shop?” you whisper to Chilchuck.

“You’re such an airhead,” he grunts against his palm.

“I’m great,” you reply. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze. When next he speaks, his voice is soft—acquiescing easily to your jest.

“Guess you are.”

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despite everything, it’s still you—?

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u will b mine soon

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thoughts

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When Tides Echo - Rafayel, God of the Sea

[lovergojo]

y’all. as a nsfw x reader writer that’s had a big following, i’m gonna say this here.

i shouldn’t have to say it but writing x readers/aus involving aventurine’s time as a slave, borderline romanticizing it and/or sexualizing it is not appropriate. writing him as being into master/slave BDSM is not appropriate. writing him where reader buys his freedom or is a “better owner for him” is not appropriate. writing stuff where you’re worshipping his slave branding and heavily sexualizing it is not appropriate. what the fuck is wrong with you. you should know better

y’all should have known better and i shouldn’t have to make this, but y’all really don’t know how to behave, huh