#Amber Heard can rot

[arctichotch]

amber is finally free from her abuser. i wish her the absolute best going forward in her life. she deserves so much ♥️

[chikkienuggie]

Okay so like cool Amber Heard has been diagnosed with BPD and HPD but I feel like this is gonna spread the stigma around these disorders (and probably personality disorders in general) and that sucks

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 such a sure thing, aonung.

✶ pairings: aonung x sully!reader

✶ warnings: awkward attempt at fluff, apologizing, rivals to friends but there’s something more, reader takes the place of neteyam but is slightly more assertive and even more prone to violence, aonung is a simp in the making and reader is here for a good time not a hard time, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 1k

✶ na’vi glossary: payoang – fish, skxawng – idiot.

✶ a/n: second fic on this profile! this is a little something i just had rotting in my notes app since like early february, it was more self indulgent at first but since i currently don’t have a single creative bone in my body i’ve decided to feed u guys with whatever this is while i try to rack up more ideas for future fics. happy reading! :-)

“What is going on here?”

You called out with a panicked lilt to your voice, the sand shifting beneath your feet and between your toes as you hurriedly marched towards the commotion.

You’d heard the stern yet desperate voice of your little sister, Kiri, yelling at someone– or maybe more than one– to ‘leave us alone’.

Your voice and Kiri’s did nothing to stop them, however, as the teens continued to poke and prod at your siblings as nothing but wicked laughter and unabashed insults left their mouths.

With a sharp exhale, you stomped up to Aonung and shoved him as hard as your strength could allow you to, which effectively caught him off guard. The braids that frame your face swayed from side to side dramatically, and almost comically so, beads audibly thudding against each other.

You thought about doing more than just shoving him, thinking that maybe full on linebacking him with the intent to injure would’ve definitely been more satisfactory in your taste, but you knew the numerous consequences that would swarm around your head like the annoying flies your father talked to you about.

Aonung stumbled back a few at the force of your push, resulting in everyone shifting their attention towards you. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but was replaced by a sly smirk as quick as it came, more arrogance emitting from him. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, his ears were tucked back against his head, as if he was embarrassed at getting shoved so hard and nearly falling on his ass. As he should be.

“Back off.. Now,” You stepped closer, digging a strong navy blue finger into his sternum. Both of your faces merely inches apart as your big amber eyes peered courageously back into his baby blue ones, stern gaze never once faltering. Such a shame, you thought, that such beautiful eyes belonged to someone so awful.

“And so help me Eywa, if I ever catch you–” You then turned to the rest of his gang, making sure to lock eyes with every single one of them, “or ANY of you lay a finger on my siblings ever again, you all will be down to 2 on each hand. Then we can discuss who the real freak is.” You say carefully, making sure each and every one of them heard your words.

“That is a promise.”

The irritated look in your eyes and the occasional flare of your nostrils assured him that you were dead serious, he had no doubt in his mind you were. The rough, accented edge to your voice made goosebumps rise from his skin. Aonung locked eyes with you once more, pupils dilating as you both gazed into each other’s eyes.

It was then that time seemed to melt between the both of you. A beautiful baby blue swimming in pools of striking amber.

If you weren’t huffing angrily with adrenaline running through your veins, you probably wouldn’t have missed the light dust of pink that bloomed upon his teal cheeks. After a beat of silence, Aonung relaxed and passively looked off to the side, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Good choice.”

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 ✿̅

It was nearing eclipse, the pinks and oranges of the sunny horizon reflected back into your wide, yet tired eyes. You were laid snug on your stomach by the shore, the foam of the waves kissing your hands as the grains of sand stuck snug against your tummy. The only thing that filled your senses were the waves crashing against the sand, the soft singing wind, and the odd saltiness and humidity that filled the air– which was something you’d barely gotten used to. Nonetheless, it was still comforting.. in a sense.

That was, until, the hairs on the back of your neck stood. You felt a shift in the atmosphere, almost as if someone else were there with you. Cautiously, you peeled your eyes away from the ocean and looked to your right immediately, only to find Aonung standing a great distance from you, not too far yet not too close either.

But it was still a bit too close for your liking.

His questionable behavior gained a look of confusion from you, as you sat up from your previous position to sit on your haunches. “..Hello? What is it?” You say, concerned at his sudden arrival, yet irritated at your alone time being disturbed by some ocean-dwelling creep who couldn’t keep his comments to himself. “If you say some dumb shit to me Aonung I swear–” At the expense of your words, he shuffled closer to your hunched form, sitting beside you at a pace so slow you were so sure he thought you were going to lunge at him.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trust yourself not to.

Aonung was so close that his arm occasionally grazed yours, making goosebumps arise from your skin at the foreign yet oddly calming contact. To your surprise, it didn’t bother you one bit. In an attempt to distract yourself from the extremely awkward encounter, you tediously wiped off the sand that dug into your stomach and thighs.

“Sorry. I have come to.. apologize?”

His revelation earned him a look of surprise, your eyebrows shot up immediately and your back straightened along with them. Your beads thudded together in unison at how quick you looked at him. “Are you asking me, or are you telling me?” You quipped, almost not believing the words that were said to you.

“I am telling you, skxawng.” He shot back quickly, his eyes trailing from the waves to your big ones; the ones that stared back at him, the ones that held so much emotion– yet he couldn’t figure out what they were. With a sigh, he averted his attention, finding the dangly bits of his loincloth to be much more interesting. “I apologize for acting that way towards you and your siblings. I was confused over everything, the sudden arrival of your family, and–as the future Olo’eyktan–protective of my clan, but I had nowhere else to air my feelings. So I took them out.. on all of you... I am so sorry.”

His voice wavered a little at the end of his statement, alarming you a great amount as you’ve never heard him get to this point before. Whether it was from embarrassment or if he was genuinely about to start bawling, you didn’t have a clue.

After a beat of silence, you shuffled closer and placed a gentle four-fingered hand on his back– hoping that your small gesture spoke enough words so that you didn’t have to. You heard his breath hitch a bit, and you hoped you hadn’t crossed any boundaries and made him uncomfortable. That thought was quickly replaced when he hadn’t made any plans to move away or to slap your hand away from him.

With a sigh, you gave a stiff pat to his back, making him look back at you with an expression you couldn’t read even if you tried. The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you locked eyes with him, only to look back at the beautiful view in front of you both. He never looked away from you, though, tracing your delicate features with his eyes.

He wouldn’t admit it aloud–not yet at least– but he thought you were beautiful. Despite you not looking like the Metkayina he was so used to seeing, and barely even your own, you were still pretty in your own weird way.

You weren’t yet ready to forgive him completely, as insults like those were like stones to your heart; but you were sure that amends could be made, and that people can change for the greater good.

“You’re good, payoang..” Your tone was light and airy when you responded, resulting in something weird happening to his poor, poor heart. He’d never heard your voice in a tone as gentle as this, only hearing your rough shouts, sneers, and the occasional threatening.

Aonung chuckled softly at the odd nickname, yet welcomed it nonetheless. He can admit, it was fair game with how many times he’d call you weird names, but this one seemed a bit more intimate.. had a bit more weight to it. “We’re good... but actions speak louder than words. I need you to respect my brother and my sister.”

“If you disrespect them, you disrespect me.”

Aonung nodded so quick you thought he would get a severe case of whiplash. “Yes, yes, I understand.” He was starting to become hyperaware of his surroundings, the hand that was still placed on his back felt like searing hot coal, but he didn’t dare flinch away.

“You are so, so pretty when you don’t threaten my life.” He said breathlessly, as if he was genuinely in awe of you, your appearance, your everything. It caught you off guard, the sudden confession, but the corners of your mouth quivered upwards into a bashful smile as a soft chuckle bubbled from your throat.

You felt shy under his gaze all of a sudden, dipping your chin downwards to look away from him, to get away from those eyes that held such intense emotion.

“Skxawng.”

[moonlit-midnight]

A sun stained love, golden as daylight

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto.

Genre: Hurt Comfort, Romantic Fluff.

Summary: Wherein Azul is a fortunate soul to have someone like you in his life.

Warnings:

GN!Reader, tooth rotting fluff.

The ending is set in the future.

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Azul was having trouble sleeping again.

He might not admit it, but the faint traces of exhaustion underneath his eyes was a giveaway that he was plagued with nightmares.

Turns out you were right when he called you one night to come over to his room, asking you sheepishly if you could stay with him for a few nights.

“Can’t sleep, my love?”

Upon hearing your soothing yet worried voice, Azul’s constant tossing and turning came to a halt.

“I’m sorry, if I’m being a burden.” Azul’s eyes glistened, peering at you with guilt.

“No, you're not a burden. You asked for me, so I’m here.” you emphasized, kissing his forehead to ease his mind. “On the contrary, it is a joy having you near me.”

Azul fell silent, taking his time to soak in your kind words.

You always had a way with your words that managed to calm his troubled mind.

Then and there, he could feel lightness blooming in his soul.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes, love?” you hummed, lips curling into a smile.

“You’re honestly the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met.” said Azul, feeling a rush of intense love as you looked at him with affectionate eyes.

“Oh my, I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“Uh, well, you can say I know from here on.”

“Alright then.” you giggled lightly.

“You’re honestly the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met.” Azul repeated, his loving gaze never straying from your bright face.

“I know.” you said, your smile not wavering.

So are you, Azul. you thought to yourself, and deep down he knew that too.

“When I’m with you, I feel happy and I feel like I’m home.”

“I know.”

“You gave my abandoned thoughts a safe place in your heart.”

“I know.”

“When everything was falling apart, you didn’t let go of my hand. You helped me endure and encouraged me to carry on.” Azul brushed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“I know, my love. I know.” Tears emerged from your eyes, and you let it flow freely.

“You’re very dear and important to me.” Azul cupped your tear-stained cheek, caressing it lightly.

“I know, and so are you.” Leaning into his touch, you placed a little kiss on his hand.

Then his room was engulfed in a comfortable silence.

In the darkness of the night, you listened to each other’s gentle breathing and drifted to a peaceful slumber.

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Azul watched you laughing heartily with Jade and Floyd, but he was the one out of breath.

Every time he heard you laugh, happy thoughts came rushing to his heart and mind.

It was a weekend, early in the morning when he decided to wander by the sea alongside you and the Leech brothers.

The spring breeze blew calmly, and the mellow sun shimmered gloriously like amber.

“Hey Azul,” Jade called out. “Won’t you stop staring at your darling?”

The silver-haired man was gazing at you the whole time with a failed attempt to hide his big smile, the same lovely smile you always adored.

“It astonishes me that my darling is still here with us. I still can’t believe it.”

“You better believe it now.” Jade teased him in a good natured tone.

You were supposed to depart from Twisted Wonderland when you were in your third year, and return to where you came from, but God had other plans for you.

Somehow you were destined to stay here.

After all, you believed that home was never a place.

It was a feeling. It was being with the people who you truly loved and cared for.

You belonged with the people who appreciated having you in their lives, and loved you back wholeheartedly.

“There’s no place I’d rather be.” you beamed at your beloved Azul, then at the twins, your glowing smile brimming with a love deeper than the oceans.

Azul’s mind was blown at the breathtaking sight of you, looking so delighted and vivacious.

Even now, he was still wonderstruck at how you seemed to bring the warmth and the light of the radiant sun wherever you go.

Your existence, your presence, and your love wasn’t burning red. It was bright, luminous and golden as daylight.

When Azul Ashengrotto thought that his once cold heart couldn’t melt softly any further, it did.

[greenteaanon]

Genshin Character's Opinion on

GenZ Reader

In Genshin SAGAU

¡!Mondstadt edition!¡part 1

This is rotting in my drafts.

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~Amber~

About The Creator:

From what i've been thaught the Creator is Very witty, very wise that they can go up against the God of wisdom in chess and win.

About Reader:

I actually didn't expect them to be so young...and sassy.. especially when they attacked Kaeya like that it honestly made me giggle, they also make pretty dark jokes about plauges, hateful actions, mental illness, I'm not sure if they're ok but they are still the creator.

~Kaeya~

About The Creator:

The Creator is Very Wise and Graceful, No one actually for sure knows how they sound since they've been rumoured to be able to change their voice into anyone.

About the Reader:

...As much as I enjoy being in the presence of the creator...What they said to me Kind of hurt, I know it's true but still it hurts.

~Jean~

About the Creator:

They're the one that fueled my reason to be strong..well apart from Vanessa of course.

About the Reader:

Well...their appearance was unexpected, I feel really bad about hurting them and I don't know how to atone for this

~Lisa~

About the Creator:

I've read so much about them, they're very strong I heard they single handedly wiped out a rebel army in the past...well that's what the books say.

About the Reader:

I didn't expect them to look so young, well they're stunning, I've heard that some of the others have accidentally injured them that is least expected to happen.

~Noelle~

About the Creator:

Everyday I remind myself that their watching me. So, I try my best to Impress them.

About the reader:

I didn't expect Them to Adore my cooking, I was shocked when they asked to taste my tea break pancakes when they first got comfortable in Mondstadt.

~Barbara~

About the creator:

I worship and pray to the creator as well as the anemo archon Barbatos, although their Glow and Holiness is unmatched.

About the Reader:

I honestly didn't expect someone that looks so ordinary to be our creator, But then again I had the Honor to heal them of their injuries.

~Diluc~

About the creator:

They're a figure in society alright, I respect them.

About the reader:

I wonder if they get tired of the constant worship.

~Albedo~

About the Creator:

My original creator, well I personally refer to her as a mother was close to them they were friends as far as I remember.

About the reader:

I honestly thought they were an imposter, I judged too quickly, I assume it's the relationship my creator had with them that caused me to lash out.

~Razor~

About the creator:

Lisa Taught Razor about Creator, Razor Thinks Creator is friend.

About the reader:

Razor likes them, Razor finds them...fun

~Fischl~

About the Creator:

I Fischl, Adores said Creator, For the creator had graced me with their blessing of being the Prinzessin der Verurteilung

Oz: She mean She's thankful for the creator

About the Reader:

They look like a simpleton on the surface but I Fischl knows better to judge from the surface.

~Eula~

About the creator:

Alot of people idolizes them, Even my Family which is Upmost surprising, I of course respect them as I should

About the reader:

They keep telling me I'm a 'Girlboss' whatever that is...

~Mona~

About the Creator:

I really want to take a look at their life...but I shouldn't it's bad..I don't want to get punished for invading their privacy

About the Reader:

They're surprisingly well versed in Astrology, They even told me the Zodiac Signs? They call it in their old world. And what ever a Bones Day is

~Bennett~

About the Creator:

I always pray for them to take away my bad luck. I guess I'm Unlucky that they dint hear my prayers

About the Reader:

They rush into danger..alot, I guess that's cool that they still hang out with me. I guess I'm not that Unlucky anymore, Like the normal amount of unlucky

[tatumrileyslover]

Heads, Hearts, and Hangovers

☆〜Pairing: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader

☆〜Genre: Fluff

☆〜Word Count: 1.7k

☆〜Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, suggestive language, underage drinking

(Y/n) shuffled through the bursting halls of the Freeman residence, weaving her way through the swaying bodies as if she were swimming amidst a school of intoxicated fish. Scouring towards the kitchen, desperately seeking her girlfriend amidst the chaotic party scene. It was no secret that Amber had indulged in a few too many drinks-not that she hadn't herself-and now she stumbled around clumsily, attempting to lend a hand to fellow partygoers.

A door creaked to her left, a familiar denim jacket caught her eye as she stumbled to the side, eyes meeting her flushed lover as she fought with the stubborn door, juggling a cascade of beers in her arms like delicate newborns, her face glowed spotting her girlfriend through the crowd.

"Jesus Amber, what the fuck- here let me carry some," (Y/n) exclaimed, voice filled with concern and surprise as she reached out to take a few beers from Amber's overwhelmed grip.

Amber, however, shook her head stubbornly, a determined glint in her eyes. "Don't worry (N/n), I've trying to show off for my girlfriend,"

(Y/n) chuckled, her worry mingling with amusement, as she threw her hands up. "Alright, Hercules. But if you drop them, I'm not helping you to clean it up!"

Amber threw her head back in hysterics, stumbling in her tipsy state, bottles clinking together as she reached the kitchen counter, as the bottles tumbled and scattered across the counter, one rogue bottle dared to defy gravity, teetering precariously on the edge. (Y/n) stumbled forwards, grasping the neck before it plummeted to its demise on the sticky, rustic wooden floor, (Y/n) sent her most intimidating glare—which wasn't very intimidating due to her inebriated state—Ambers eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaping like a fish.

Amber regained her composure, grasping the beer bottle from her hands and popping the cap in between her teeth before deftly leveraging her jaw as a makeshift bottle opener. With a determined twist, the cap relinquished its grip, releasing a faint hiss of escaping carbonation. (Y/n) stood there, eyes wide with astonishment, momentarily frozen in a state of disbelief.

"I didn't know you could do that," she whispered, In the cacophony of the crowd, (Y/n)'s voice barely carried, but Amber still heard her. She handed her the beer, as her she opened her own.

Ambers arms snaked around her waist pulling her to her body. Lost in a moment of intimacy, she gazed into (Y/n)'s eyes, discovering a universe of stars twinkling within them. Amber leaned in closer to (Y/n)’s eyes dipping to her glistening lips.

"Yeah? If you think my mouth is impressive at opening bottles, you should see what else it can do."

(Y/n)'s fingers instinctively found the delicate silver heart pendant that adorned Amber's neck, using it as a tether to draw her closer. With a desperate pull, she closed the remaining distance, their lips meeting in a ravenous, passionate kiss. (Y/n)'s fingers found their way into Ambers's hair, gripping with fervent need. Ambers's hand lay on her cheek, her gentle hands caressing her softly, as her right hand rested on (Y/n)'s waist, the ice-cold beer sending shivers up her spine.

A whistle sounded from behind them, Amber pulled away, glancing over her shoulder into the living room, where Chad and Mindy sat watching a Stab movie.

"Get a room, you two!” Mindy shouted in a hazy state, hands cupped around her mouth, to be heard from across the house. Chad was chuckling beside her. (Y/n) whipped her head around, flipping the two off as they made their up to her room. (Y/n) giggled like the love sick teen she was, clutching Ambers hand tightly in her grasp, as they clambered the stairs.

Surprisingly, no horny houseguests had escaped to Ambers bedroom to have sex. Quietly shutting the door behind them, creeping into the room as if they were attempting to be discreet. The muffled sound of music entered the room through the drywall. It’s melodic rhythm and pulsating beats reduced to a muffled haze as it traversed through the walls. Faint vibrations tingled in the air, an auditory tapestry that whispered tales of distant celebration and drew her thoughts towards the lively atmosphere beyond her sanctuary. (Y/n) could feel the floor softly vibrating beneath her.

Amber held her hand softly leading her to the bed to lay down on the bed, the burgundy bedsheets welcomed her like a cloud as she sunk into the mattress. Amber switched off the room lights and lay down next to her, adjusting so (Y/n) could rest her head on her chest, lovingly stroking her hair. She let out a big sigh content with her lover in her arms, gazing up at the glow-in-the-dark ceiling star she had scattered throughout. She used to be terrified of the dark when she was younger, afraid the monsters would come for her, but (Y/n) gave her an extra packet she had for her room. Ever since that moment, no matter where they were, the star would keep them linked, they were written in the constellations.

“I can’t believe we still have these up,” (Y/n) sighed caressing her waist, letting out a delicate giggle she uttered, “Who knew our thing would be luminous ceiling stars!”

Not receiving a response, (Y/n) broke her gaze from the ceiling to connect with Ambers affectionate gaze. No words were exchanged, but the emotions were palpable in their shared gaze. Their eyes spoke volumes, communicating a depth of emotion without uttering a single word. Silent but expressive, their gazes conveyed a tapestry of emotions: love, longing, understanding.

Both of them lay in a state of peaceful contentment, the stars softly illuminating the room, broken by a car's headlights shining in the driveway.

Everything was as it should have been.

Ambers's body tensed up, arms leaving (Y/n)’s huddled body and slamming them flat onto the sheets—startling poor (Y/n) who began to fall asleep—Amber sat straight up, straining her ears, head tilted towards the door, suddenly her head whipped round to face a concerned, confused (Y/n). She could tell by the look on her face, that whatever she was going to say was going to be something stupid, by the shit-eating grin plastered on her flushed cheeks.

“List- (N/n)Listen, it’s our song!” She exclaimed grasping her hands tightly.

“Amber, it’s Pitbull”

“I love this song,” she muttered to herself, she attempted to pull (Y/n) to her feet to dance with her, “Amber it’s Fireball by Pitbull, this isn’t our song?” (Y/n) burst out laughing tugging Amber back to her arms, she resisted.

“It can be!”

“I am not letting Mr fucking Worldwide be the song for my first dance,” Amber paused, arms going limp to her side, “first dance? You want to have your first dance with me?”

(Y/n) looked at her lovingly, eyes scanning her shell-shocked frame, her eyes wide, her eyes welling up slightly.

“though you’ll have to propose first-“Ambers's entire body moved at a lightning pace, hands grasping (Y/n)’s face pulling her in for a passionate kiss—which failed miserably—the two girls recoiled in pain as their heads collided, holding their foreheads in a mix of shock and pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to, babe, I’m so sorry,” Ambers's eye remained screwed shut, attempting to comfort her girlfriend by caressing her knee—which she now knelt beside in pain—in attempt to apologise for the erratic rush of affection she tried to display when her emotions overwhelmed her.

(Y/n) peeled open her eyes, more concerned for her girlfriend than herself, “It’s ok, baby, you didn’t mean to, I know,” she lightly touched her wrist moving it delicately away from her face, the area on the centre of her forehead being to explode in an aggressive red.

“Come on, I think it’s time for bed, we still have to clean the house tomorrow,” Amber groaned at the thought of having to clean up after the party, letting (Y/n) pull her into the bed beside her, both of them stripping themselves of their clothes to get more comfortable.

“Just so you know, I’d love to marry you someday (N/n),” Amber said while looking intently into her eyes, she placed a soft kiss on her red lips before closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s chest to sleep. Placing a peck to the top of her head, (Y/n) surrendered to her slumber.

A loud knock startled the two girls out of their deep rest. The morning sun streamed harshly through the curtains, casting its bright light in stark juxtaposition to the lingering glow of the ceiling stars that had illuminated the room the night before.

(Y/n) sat straight up, her head was pounding and the sunshine wasn’t doing her head much justice, reaching over Amber—who turned around burying her face into (Y/n)’s side, refusing to wake— to get some Tylenol for herself and her clingy girlfriend.

Tara peeked her head in through the small gap in the door, “You guys aren’t naked are you?” Her eyes were screwed shut in case she saw something she couldn’t erase from her mind if she tried.

Amber groaned into (Y/n)’s waist, sending a tickling sensation up her side, “completely nude,”

“Haha, seriously guys, Wes is down there attempting to make breakfast, I’d seriously get down there before he-“ Tara paused, examining both (Y/n)’s and Amber’s faces, “I expected hickeys, but Jesus Christ—what the fuck did you two do last night!”

Amber and (Y/n) both turned to face each other in confusion, the aftermath of their accidental collision present itself, as both Amber and (Y/n) were left with a visible mark etched upon their foreheads. A gentle, purplish-blue bruise adorned the skin, a tender reminder of their drunken mishap from the night before. Its presence, now in daylight, seemed to amplify the slight discomfort they felt.

“Shit!” Amber exclaimed, assuming hers didn’t look any better, (Y/n)’s hand gently felt around her forehead, the feel the extent of the pain. “We hit our heads against each other last night, when I tried to kiss her,”

At the explanation, Tara clutched her side, grabbing the door handle to stop herself from collapsing to the floor, “good luck trying to explain that to everyone!” She scurried off as quickly as she came, leaving the two girls alone once again. Amber shrugged laying back down to sleep, pulling (Y/n) down with her.

“I guess we have another thing that ties us together now,”

Please send in some requests for Scream <3

I fucking love Amber so much, and it was surprisingly easier to write for fxf than mxf, my sapphic side is really slaying today,.

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Painting buddies

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CW: Wally Darling x Artist Reader, gender neutral reader, reader and Wally have a pre established relationship (friendship with mutual crushing), minorly romantic, kissing (only on the hand and cheek) first person pov, just tooth rotting fluff

Short like Wally's legs （‐＾▽＾‐）

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Everything was perfect, if you could you would stay like this forever.

The sun high in the sky just slightly hidden by clouds. The birds chirping making soft sounds and songs. The wind blewing through your (h/c) hair and across your face. The soft grass that you sat on mildly damp from morning dew. Even the paint that so easily glided across the canvas you painted on as you sat behind your house in the woods not to far away was perfect.

It was easy to escape like this. No matter how much you loved the others sometimes they were a bit too much. They were loud, bright souls whom you loved deeply but sometimes the quiet just felt better. The others often tried their best to accommodate to you by trying their hardness not to be too loud or do too much and it always made you so happy. Though you needed some quiet and space which was why you sat out to paint. You had always loved painting, it helped calm you down and relax. The pretty colors, the ideas that filled your head, even the snell of paint all relaxed you, this time was no different. A small smile graced your lips as you heard the soft sound of the grass behind you start to move.

"How kind of you to join me." you called out to the figure behind you who was holding his easle along with a few brushes and canvas in his small arms obviously having a bit of difficulty but saying nothing about it. "I thought you might like some company, after all painting with someone else can offer new inspiration." Wally's soft voice rang through your ears as he made his way to you, sitting his things beside yours and getting his stuff organized. You noticed he brought no paints most likely opting to use yours instead which you didn't mind, you two had shared a paint pallette more than once so this made little difference. A small giggle left you at his statement your hand never once moving from the painting you started. "I guess so." with that there was comfortable silence aside from Wally settling in and the occasional movement of dipping paint brushes in paints or moving into better positions.

After a while Wally begun to hum, the sound easily cutting the silence filling it with a gentle sound. You recognized the song as one called "Beautiful Dreamer" a song Barnaby had taught you both albeit only the first verse. (E/c) eyes travelled from painting over to Wally who held a relaxed smile while he dragged his brush elegantly along his canvas. Turning your attention back to your own piece of art you begun to hum along with him, the sound of each of you humming mixing to make a gentle melody that laced the air around the two of you.

It seemed as if time moved slower when you were with Wally. The silence wasn't awkward or weird, it was comforting. The silence occasionally being cut with hums, small talk, and the occasional joke. It was nice, the entire atmosphere felt light and it made you happy knowing you had someone to share such a relaxing moment with. Soon enough the sun was beginning to set, the amber light from the sun glazing everything in a beautiful color. Luckly you were already finished with your painting and by the way Wally placed his brush aside it seemed he was finished aswell.

"How about we show each other what we painted on the count of three?" your suggested when you noticed Wally playing with the edge of his canvas as if he didn't wish to show his alone. With a curt nod you started to count. The moment you hit three you both turned your painting around to the other. Your painting contained (favorite thing) in (your art style). The contents of the painting making Wally smile. He had a feeling you would paint that, it was just like you too do something like that. As relaxed eyes stared at your painting, (e/c) eyes stared at the painting in front of you.

The painting had Home in the center with some of your friends but the thing that took you a bit by surprise was the main focus of the piece. Aside from that the base of the painting which was bright and colorful, your eyes were immediately drawn to the dark colors that laced the piece. There were black and red spirals along the piece, it was like Wally didn't like what he had painted and decided to change it last minute. You could feel Wally's eyes on you obviously excepting a comment on the painting he created. Closing your eyes you smiled warmly, a sight that made Wally's eyes widen and dilate.

"I think it's really cool!" you said, your voice happy and truthful making Wally's heart melt at the sweetness in the tone. Opening your eyes you saw Wally's wide eyed stare, the sight a bit creepy but ultimately looking rather cat like to you. Before you could speak Wally grabbed your hand placing a gentle kiss against the back of it then one against your cheek. As you stared at him shocked, confused and flustered he smiled at you with the same warmth you smiled at him with, causing warmth to spread across your cheeks and nose. "I'm glad you like it." his voice was warm, and soothing almost like it was coated in honey. "It's getting late, let's go back to Home and get some rest." he offered, his hand squeezing your firmly as you nodded happy to go along with him.

"That's fine by me." with a few more soft words exchanged you both gathering your things, you even grabbed some of Wally's stuff to help him out despite his protest. You both walked side by side, chatting away about what you should do once you got to Home. You were so caught up in the conversation that you missed the sets of eyes that followed you both as you made your way out of the woods, however Wally didn't but he said nothing deciding it was best to let the others have their moment while you both had yours. After all he could just confront Barnaby about it later.

Bonus:

"I knew it! See I told you Frank, Wally and (Y/N) are in love!" Julie's voice rang through the now empty woods. The male in question sighing, his hand covering his face as his bright eyed friend gushed about seeing how Wally treated you. "Julie it wasn't that hard to figure out. I mean really, do you see the way Wally looks at them?" Frank responded straightforwardly. It wasn't hard for anyone to see how Wally favorited you over the rest so it was easy to tell that their short friend might had been developing a crush on you.

"Calm down Frank, atleast now we know the feeling is mutual between them two." Barnaby butted in placing a hand on Frank's shoulder as he thought back to the sweet conversations you and Wally had shared. Eddie nodded along to Barnaby's words, his own hand reaching and cupping Frank's. "I agree with Barnaby, its good to know." Frank couldn't help but sigh and relax a bit as he looked at the path you and Wally took to leave the woods. A small smile pushed it's way onto his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it. "I guess your right." his voice low as he spoke, in a way he was happy for you more than anyone else. He understood your struggles when it came to noise and how energetic and outgoing everyone else was so seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural state made him happy even if it was with Wally of all people. "I guess your right."

[mymegumi]

A SERENADE OF DEVOTED EARTH ෆ 09:46

⠀ this is part one of my series & if you’re looking for the rest/masterlist, just click the link above <3

there is little to do.

you are only nine years of age, and somehow, you’ve run out of things to do. your nanny, of whom you’re currently in the process of getting fired because she said that you were a woman and women ‘didn’t get themselves dirty, that’s a boy’s job’, has lost you again for the third time today, already, and the sun has just barely finished it’s rising cycle. you love being easily lost.

your father had told you that you had to be around in the early light of the day, as there was an important meeting you needed to be around for. you’re not sure how it can be important and include you—you can hardly even go anywhere in the manor without needing supervision.

you’d heard talk around the castle of the arrival of someone important—more namely, the arrival of a young boy that you’d be meant to marry. your parents are married and they hardly even seem to like each other, most days. you think that being married means a general dislike of each other, but you’re not really sure. you’ll have to ask the nanny when she finds you again (if she finds you again).

most of the time, to avoid being in the general discomfort that is the unnerving attention from either parent, you spend your hours wiling away in the gardens.

you love the outdoors, much to your mother’s dismay. she had hoped you would take a finer interest in mastering the pianoforte or even sewing—a womanly skill indeed—and while you had skill in those activities, a love for them you lacked. they did not interest you, not the way the outdoors did.

there was just so much more to do—climbing trees, digging holes, scavenging rocks, and even just enjoying the sounds of the fauna and flora. oftentimes, you would sit on a rock near the castle’s pond, and just observe. you’d found that there was so much life, if one just looked and listened for it. no one to rush around and tell what to do, no nannies that didn’t know you any better than your own parents did.

life is easy, outside.

climbing a tree, for example, is just a series of knowing where to put your hands and your feet so you don’t fall. some branches might look like they’d be good to hold your weight, but you must tug and pull on them first, to test that they are sturdy. just as people are, they can seem good on the outside, and really be rotting on the inside and let you down, where you’d tumble to the ground and break a bone. not that you were speaking from experience.

you pull yourself onto a large offshoot of a tree branch, something you think a squirrel or perhaps very large owl might want to perch on, and you look below you.

you very nearly startle yourself off of the branch at the sight of a young boy standing beneath the tree, looking up at you with an inquisitive look.

“how did you do that so quickly?” his words are soft and the wind is brushing his hair across his forehead and you seem to have lost the memory of how to breathe.

even from where you are perched on your tree branch, you can tell he stands at least a few inches taller than you, if not a half-foot taller. his eyes seem to glisten in the early morning light, a dark amber color that seemed to cut through to your soul. they looked as though they were pools filled of the warmest, softest maple syrup and honey—sickly sweet.

you’ve never really looked at anyone the way you’re looking at this stranger before you—you’ve never had a reason to. however, this little boy is soul-crushingly, heart-achingly pretty and you can feel a seed of jealousy, of wanting him and wanting to be him. you bet his parents love him effortlessly. he seems the type to be good at anything he touches, to wake up and have his hair be ready for the day without even the touch of a brush.

your face twists, each emotion playing across your features in quick succession; your father had once said you lacked the skill of hiding your emotions. “i’m just that good at it.” you settle yourself against the tree’s leaves, hoping they will provide a sense of comfort and mysteriousness.

“it’s impressive.” the compliment sends a pleasing sense of shivers down your spine; your parents were loathe to praise skills that they had determined had no real-world use. you’d fought hard for them to be proud of you, and sometimes, despite all you’d done, you fell short.

you try to turn your head away so he can’t see your smile, but the way his cheeks start to turn rosy mirrors your own.

“thanks.” you puff a strand of hair away from your face, turning your attention back to the young boy. “who are you? i live here and i don’t think i’ve ever seen you before.”

“i’m zhongli of house morax.” he straightens his back, as if remembering he has to be dignified in your home. he, then, counteracts his poise by giving you a lopsided smile—some of his teeth are crooked and it makes your heart flutter. “i’m here ‘cause i’m supposed to be meeting the daughter of the lord here. she wasn’t ready, though, so my dad told me to walk the gardens while i waited.”

you blanch. this was the boy you were meant to marry?

his face is soft, his skin a pale cream color that his dark brown hair seems to make even paler. he’s a bit scrawny, lean and tall, moreso than bulky and stocky. you hadn’t known what to think of the son of the house of morax, but he seems kind.

kindness was something you valued in your friends, and maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if you were to marry him. though, did marrying him mean you’d have to dislike him? you don’t know if it would be possible to dislike a face so sweet looking.

“well,” you started, picking at a piece of tree bark, “i’m the daughter of the lord of this house. so i guess, you’ve met her, anyways.”

his smile brightens minutely, hands lacing behind his back. “it’s lovely to meet you.”

being the sole reason for and sole recipient of his smile makes warmth gain in your cheeks, “y-yeah. nice to meet you, too.”

“my lady!” you jerk your head towards the balcony that overlooks the gardens, a few hundred feet away, at the sound of your nanny’s shrill yell. “how many times have i told you to stop running away!”

from below you, zhongli laughs. it draws your attention and you think you’d be magnetized to his laugh no matter what. “i think you’d better get down, to save your poor nanny from suffering an aneurysm.”

you harumph, slowing starting to make your way down the tree. “i’m getting down, but only because i want to. i don’t even know what an aneurysm is.”

his eyes twinkle as he responds. “i don’t either. i read it in a book once.”

the two of you share a small smile as your feet are firmly planted on the ground again, zhongli helping you down with an outstretched hand. with a gentle hand, he brushes a green leaf from your hair.

“will i see you again?” you ask softly, looking up at him now and confirming the fact that he is taller than you, if only by a few inches.

he contemplates, moving towards the balcony. “i hope so. i’d enjoy seeing you again.”

“i would, too.”

your nanny snatches you, then, scolding you on running off on your own and reprimanding you for climbing trees again—as you’d been told last time that there would be absolutely no more of that!—but you’re not paying attention to her. instead, you’re watching zhongli, who is happily talking with his parents and nodding sagely at whatever his father’s advisor says to him next.

turning back to your father, who’d descended the steps next to you, you just happen to miss zhongli’s gaze falling onto you.

perhaps marriage isn’t supposed to be completely unhappy.

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

Will Mirabel actually talk with Luisa about this?

“What the hell have you done?!”

Looking between the two dead bodies of some sleazy teenage boys, the blood staining fresh grass, and then her younger sister, Luisa didn’t see the issue. She was going to kill them anyways, but as soon as she saw them catch up to Mirabel and pawing at her, she only became more driven. The adrenaline was pumping through her vines, more powerful than caffeine had ever been.

“I’m keeping you safe, hermanita,” she said, gently. She wiped some of the sweat and blood from her brow and didn’t bat an eye at the stain on her fingers or the sight on the ground; Mirabel looked like she was about to be sick. “It’s my job to protect Encanto, it always has been, you know that. Especially for you, as your elder sister. I protect you from everything, I can keep you safe.”

The amber eyes struggled to look away. Granted, it wasn’t much better to look anywhere else.

Luisa had turned the area into her own graveyard of rotting corpses; most of which could no longer be identified. But there was one thing she knew for certain, she was yet to catch Isabela. Her older sister had always been so awful. But every time Luisa seems to lure her out here, the moment she’s finished, she’s holding some random townsperson’s dead body. Of course. It would only be right that Isabela slipped out of justice like the serpent she was.

“This is wrong,” Mirabel whimpered, struggling to get a word out.

She shook her head, smiling a bit. “No, it’s not. Check your little philosophy books. You said something about ‘necessary evils’ once. That’s what this is.” That got Mirabel to lift her head. “See? It’s okay. Now, how did you find out about all this?”

Mirabel didn’t say anything. Even as Luisa approached and repeated the question. She took a few small steps backwards, stumbling a little.

“Don’t run, hermanita. I’d hate for you to get hurt.” Luisa called.

It was something so normal, something she had probably heard Luisa say a thousand times before. But hearing it now, with everything else, sounded so vile to Mirabel. She remained rooted in place, her heart beating rapidly inside her chest.

“I’m not mad, Mirabel. I could never be mad at you. I just want to know,” Luisa insisted, smiling, now in front of her younger sister. She reached a hand out, ignoring Mirabel jerking away from her touch - not that she had anywhere to go - and brushing a hand through dark curls. “You always were so very clever. Have so much going on it that clever head of yours. Did you work it out yourself, brains?” And tugging, “Or did a little birdie prompt you?”

The little squeak Mirabel let out, probably more from pain than anything else, was answer enough for Luisa. She grumbled, gritting her teeth audibly. Fucking Dolores. If that’s how Dolores wants to play, then fine. Camilo is a good enough reason to test out the axe she stole.

She retracted her hand from Mirabel’s hair, instead securing it around her shoulders. She guided Mirabel back to the path. “No matter! Let’s get you back home, nice and safe.”

“N-no.”

“No?”

“I.. I don’t…” Mirabel tried pulling from Luisa’s grip. It was futile. “Luisa, this is very wrong. You aren’t okay. We need to get help. Someone will be able to—”

“Oh! You always were so precious with your motherly fussing,” Luisa cooed. She pet her hand over Mirabel’s head, before grabbing a handful of curls and pulling them taut. Mirabel wailed, forced to make eye contact. “I don’t need help,” she growled. “I have never felt better. And you aren’t going to say a word to anyone. Everyone already thinks you’re one step from an asylum after Antonio’s party, nobody would believe anything you said. Let me do what I need to do, to keep you safe, and that snitch might keep her life.”

[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter One

“Another” he says as he stares out the frosted window. The goblet is quickly refilled by deft hands. He doesn’t need to look at them to know they have bowed in his direction and scampered away. He sighs as he lifts his glass, allowing the warm liquid to run down his dry throat.

He can feel it working already. The life force rejuvenating his own. He can taste their joys and fears within as he savors it like notes of a fine wine. This man got too close. Wrong place at the wrong time. He had to be taken out not to raise suspicion among the working class. It couldn’t be known he was one of the monsters they feared above all.

He sighed again, placing the empty goblet down and began to pace. He was bored. He undid his tie and placed it on the side of his desk, his phone and tablet alight with notifications and emails. He shook his head, already annoyed at himself for letting his head of household be off for a week.

He paces to the large marble fireplace, the flames warming his cold dead bones. Staring into the fire, he takes off his ring playing with it idly as he tries to think. What has he done wrong to feel this way?

The emptiness is gnawing at him like a disease. He has everything he could ever want. He has enough land and wealth that he doesn't have to lift a finger for at least another 400 years or at least until the current banking system changes again.

But therein lies the problem. If he were any other man he would be content, but his warrior blood calls for action. He can sate it with a hunt or two but it comes back even faster still. He has been stagnant for too long.

He pulls at his long raven locks in frustration. He will not let himself rot in luxury like others he knows. They sit on their various thrones of power, getting fat and lax, wholly consumed by vapid worldly pleasures. He has seen it over and over. They ascent, they indulge, they wallow, they die. Over and over again.

Lucky for those unfortunate souls, they get to move on. He is not so lucky. He was cursed to walk this plane for eternity, never able to move on - forced to watch this miserable world shift and change. He curses himself once again for being so naïve in his youth.

He hears the sound of wood cracking which pulls him from his spiraling thoughts. He looks to see his hand gripping the decorative arm of a Rococo style armchair as it splinters in his grasp.

He lets go and unclenches his other fist. The symbol of his choice and curse glints up at him, unblemished even after being assaulted by his supernatural strength. Placing the ring back on his finger, he sulks to his desk relegating himself to his fate for the evening.

He quickly sends emails and finalizes payroll as the snow falls harder. Even though his castle has all the modern luxuries, he prefers to work like in the old times. The amber light from the candles and fireplace flicker in the darkness as he ignores emails from The Council, delating them instantly. He moves onto his physical mail, surprised to see a letter from a long time associate. His eyes alight as he reads the words.

…There have been rumors within the community of a rise of another Hunter organization. AXS has claimed they have heard of similar disappearances in some of the other affiliated groups but The Council has not confirmed this, but you know how secretive they are. I fear this could be related to recent political changes and the acknowledgement of the existence of our kind…

Interesting. There hasn’t been a legit Hunter organization since the Catholic Church’s last attempt in what was it…16th or 17th century? He smiles at the memory of him and the others infiltrating and taking them down from the inside. He can hear the echoes of the screams and useless prayers as the Devil’s Elite took them out one by one.

Yes, this may be what he was searching for. One last adventure before he relegates himself to the life before him. He rings for his butler for a carafe of his finest Bordeaux as he dips his pen into the inkwell.

Vicrul,

This sounds intriguing. I will prepare to travel to assist in your investigation.

Kylo Ren

He smiles as he focuses, the paper disappearing from his hands as the butler arrives. “Call Huxley to return” he says “I have received a notice that needs attending to.” The man nods as he finishes pouring the wine. “Will do sir”. He can feel something stirring within as he takes a sip. Oh yes, this will be a grand adventure indeed.

[sparrow-stunned]

If you're still accepting requests, can you do a manipulative yandere Zhongli? One where darling has no idea how terrible of a person he is, where he's the only one they can rely on, completely blind to the trail of bodies in his wake.

I really love everything you write, it's everything I'm looking for in fics. You're super talented and I hope you can always be happy and proud of your work.

notes: quite late, but finally completed! i also had another version of how to fill this in mind, but i'll shelve that for later. also, thank you for the lovely words, anon content warning: yandere behaviour, unhealthy relationship, unequal power dynamic, manipulative behaviour, brief mention of character death (not reader). you know the drill at this point—reader discretion is advised. word count: 1.2k

oh, what could light ever know of shadows | yan zhongli x reader

Another dead end. Quite literally. The man you’d been searching for, the one with news about your family right at the tip of his tongue, words that could have bloomed from his throat, now lifeless. Zhongli stands next to you when you finally identify the man, washed up on the shore, body bloated and rotting.

You stagger back, the weight of the sky tumbling down, smashing onto the loose sand beneath your shoes. “What—I’m—Please, no—” you choke out. 

Zhongli put his fingers over your eyes, gentle and calm like the waves lapping at shore, before steering you away from the sight. “You shouldn’t look,” Zhongli says softly, so you don’t. Numb, you let yourself walk aimlessly, body propped up by his touch, until your feet finally meet steady earth. Zhongli hums and finally releases your eyes from his grasp. You stare downward, afraid of the bright colours across the horizon, too cheerful to bear. 

“Sit,” he says, hand at the small of your back, nudging you down. You sink down onto the grassy hill.  “You’ve become unsteady from shock.”

“Is he really…” You dig your nails into the flesh of your palm, trying to keep your voice even. Bang your fist helplessly against your thigh. “I’ve looked so long, Zhongli. So long! Finally, there’s a clue, and now—!”

 Your voice breaks.

“I know,” he says simply—and he does. You tell him everything. How you’ve been separated from them as a child, how you’ve been looking ever since. “Rest. I’ll handle the… discovery.”

A shift of fabric besides you lets you know he’s gone. “That’s the man,” you hear him tell the Millileth soldier stationed nearby, voice low. “My friend here has been searching for him, but now…” The conversation filters in and out, pieces you find yourself too tired to try to hold onto. “Ah, yes, I understand… Of course we will cooperate to the fullest of our abilities.” 

You rub at the corner of your eyes, lost. A year of investigations had turned up nothing, until word came of a man who’d been last seen in the area of your childhood home, the night your parents had disappeared.

He’d been asking around, you’d heard, of a child who’d been left behind.

So close, but still nothing to show for it. 

Zhongli returns to you, and with his amber eyes, carefully watches as you wallow in your misery. He says nothing, merely offering the silence of his company. Waiting.

“I…” You swallow a sob. “I thought this time, we’d finally find something. But still… nothing. You’ve helped me so much…” Potential leads, information, time. All for naught. “I don’t know how to repay you. Or how to apologize for wasting your time.”

“I volunteered to help you,” Zhongli says, resting his hands together. The sea breeze ruffles through his hair, brown locks fluttering. His words are light, forgiving. “You do not have to apologize for taking what is freely given. No matter what, I will be here. We are friends, are we not?”

You feel even worse—because the thought comforts you, that he’ll be here for you, even through this endless, endless search. 

“Zhongli,” you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder, burrowing your face into his suit. The corner of your eyes prickles from a sudden flash flood of hot tears. “What would I ever do without you?”

Zhongli quirks an eyebrow, even knowing that you won’t see. “Is that a rhetorical question, dear friend?”

“No,” you mumble. The nails of your hand dig hard onto the hem of his suit. “Yes. I don’t know.” 

Zhongli remains silent. 

What Zhongli does not mention is this: that the body had been thrown from the tallest peak of Guyun Forest, where the man had made his temporary home, that the nuisance of the truth had been lost to the sea in this way. That your parents are searching for you too, a wealthy family from Fontaine separated from their child under unfortunate circumstances, divided by enemies seeking their riches. That they’ve sent people after people to seek you out from the vast crowds of people in Liyue.

But you know none of this, because every day that passes, you remember less and less of your mother and father. Memories were surprisingly fragile, easily disturbed and easily changed.

Would you ever know how much effort it took to keep you from them? How many charms he’d had to cast, how many people he’d lead astray, how many untruths he’d told? How much he’d made you forget? How much blood covered his hands?

If Zhongli made his calculations correctly, you’d never know, because what Zhongli does not say is this: the truth. Because when the autopsy comes, it will contain no mention of shattered bones, as if the man had been tossed from the heavens itself by a dragon lord. Because Zhongli knows all the right people in all the right places, and he knows how to play them too, as well as he does the politics of Liyue.

After all, the exchange for Rex Lapis’ authority came with a price, one that Ningguang was happy to pay with blind eyes and deaf ears.

My lord, Ningguang had said with no small amount of amusement as she spun her pipe between her graceful fingers. You know that you could suffocate a human with this much smothering, right? Perhaps you ought to loosen your grip. 

Better in my hands than in another's, he’d answered. And maybe Guizhong was right. Maybe Morax could never understand mortals the same way she’d been able to. But when you’d stumbled into the Funeral Parlour, asking for his name, it didn’t matter—because Zhongli knows this feeling, this tightening of his throat when he sees you, the urge to tuck you away so that none may gaze upon you…

And most importantly, Zhongli knows it to be true. Love is love. Twisted, but love nonetheless. 

Morax has not gained his seat by playing nice. Zhongli neither.

He may have not caused you to be separated from your parents, but what is done is done. You’re one of his people now, raised and grown in Liyue under his skies. Fate could have made you invisible to him, but you’d come to him, desperate eyes and pleading voice. Soft and sweet, like drifting osmanthus flowers.

You cannot go back. He cannot either.

So to your question, Zhongli does not answer. Instead, what Zhongli does is this: tucks a strayaway strand of hair behind your ear, care shown toward the plucking of glaze lilies condensed in his soft touch. The tip of his finger, the delicate cloth of his glove, it lingers ever-so-briefly… He’s loath to let go. Especially when he so rarely allows himself to show such intimate affection. 

Not for lack of trying, but because he knows you’re not at the point where he wants you: wholly dependent, unable to think of anyone else but him. He wants you pliant and willing, wants you to love him as much as he does you. He wants you to have you at the edge, teetering toward total hopelessness, on the verge of being broken.

And at that moment, Zhongli will piece you back together, exactly how he wants you.

So.

“You’ll get through this,” Zhongli says quietly, schooling his voice into sympathy. “I’ll be here.”

“...Promise?”

Zhongli rests his hands over yours, and hums. The heat of your flesh bleeds through even the gloves, and he wants so badly, to press his lips to your skin and sink his teeth down. “Promise," he finally says, filing down the sharp glint of his eyes until they're deceptively soft.

It’s difficult, waiting for the right opportunity. But he knows patience—in the end, Zhongli outlasts all. 

In the end, Zhongli always wins. 

[amberrskiies]

Cookie’s Writing Challenge Day Seven: Beach/Sea

Prompt: Beach/Sea

Pairing: Leviathan && Amber (MC) [ Romantic Relationship ]

Status: Dating

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff 🥰 (I think?)

First dates are important, so Levi thinks so he decided to take Amber out on a Beach Date and it goes better than he thought it would

Prompt provided by @cookiesandbiscuits! For the Full List it can be found here!

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A few weeks into the relationship, Levi hadn't taken Amber out on a proper date so far. One of the reasons was how he wanted the first date to be a good one since first dates are always important. It took him some time to figure out on where to go on a first date.

In the end, he decided on a beach date as a first date. It took him some time to prepare since he had to get Diavolo's permission to be able to use the beach for a date and he also had to tell Lucifer about what he was up to.

Thankfully, Lucifer got the gist and made sure the rest of the brothers wouldn't know or bother their date and now here both Amber and Levi were at the empty beach.

Levi observed how Amber wasted no time to set down their beach towels and set up the beach umbrella after finding a good spot so they can sit in the shade anytime they wanted. When he asked Amber out on this date, it took every ounce of his courage to be able to do so.

He seriously had no idea what to do the moment he got to the beach other than help Amber set up everything. It made him start to have doubts if this was a good idea for a first date. it started to make him feel nervous and think that she wouldn't enjoy this and would not want to date him anymore. Levi's mind was a mess with all these thoughts running rampant in his head.

"Levi?"

He instantly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Amber's familiar voice that was laced with worry and concern. He looked up from the ground, making eye contact with her golden brown eyes. He noticed the worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?"

He pursed his lips and looked away to the side. He glanced down to see Amber holding his hand, making him blush a little as he let out a sigh.

"I'm alright..."

Levi mumbled, no longer making eye contact, making Amber even more worried as she squeezed his hand a little.

"You know you can tell me anything that's bothering. Tell me what's on your mind, please?"

Levi at first didn't want to say anything but he knew Amber had every right to know what was going on in his head or else he'd make her worry more and he didn't want that right now when they were alone at the beach on a date.

"It's just... I'm worried about accidentally ruining our first date. I know you never went on dates with anyone and that this is the first time you're on a date so I really wanted to make it special for you but..."

Levi trailed off not knowing what else to say. Amber on the other hand was shocked after hearing what he said. she felt touched that Levi was worried about ruining her first date with him or anyone for that matter.

Amber let go off Levi's hand as she slowly walked towards him a bit more and cupped both sides of his face, making him look at her. She gave him a warm smile and leaned over to give him a small peck on the cheek which made him flinch slightly in surprise.

"I'm touched that you wanted to make my first ever date special. But you don't have to worry about ruining anything. Sometimes first dates don't always go according to plan or that smoothly. It's natural for something to happen every now and then. Even if we're not on a date, I still enjoy being in your presence and spending time with you. Just being with you is enough to make me happy."

Levi was left stunned by her words. He didn't know what to say.

"Amber..."

He trailed off once again, feeling tears welling up in his eyes as he quickly wiped them off. Amber gave him a reassuring smile once more before gently grabbing his hand, slowly pulling him with you towards the direction of the sea.

Levi silently followed her but held onto her hand in a secure manner. He knew she couldn't swim very well even if she was able to breathe underwater thanks to their pact.

Both of them continued to walk until the water reached below the knee. Levi wasn't sure why Amber had pulled him towards the sea but coming in contact with it made him feel at ease and the sea breeze itself made him calm his nerves down.

Amber noticed how calm he was feeling, making her feel happy that he was feeling a bit better.

"Let's just try to enjoy ourselves today. We still have a whole day to go you know. We can be here as long as possible."

She told him as Levi smiled a bit and sheepishly nodded.

"Okay."

She heard him say, making her smile even more. That's when she got a cheeky idea. Without any warning she gave him a small peck on the lips, making him stunned as she pulled away and started to walk away from him.

After a few seconds, Levi came back to his senses as he realizes what just happened.

"Wha- Hey come back here!"

Levi called out as he chased after Amber as she giggled and ran away from him. Both of them running around the sea as the water splashed around them. After what seemed like hours, Levi managed to catch up to Amber.

"Gotcha!"

She heard him say as he picked her up from the ground, making her squeal and laugh as he spun her around as Levi laughed along with her.

Levi no longer worried about ruining their date. As long as he had Amber by his side, he knew today would be the best day of his life and their first date would be memorable.

🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

A/N - Man it's been so long since I wrote a fic about these two but it feels great! <3

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[newtabfics]

I know you haven't played but I'm feeding the brain rot. Tabby what would be YOUR reaction to the scene in camp when he's revealed to be a vampire?

Ooooh ya'll be getting a self -insert today. Here we go. I'm not following the dialogue exactly because I'm unfortunately a vampire apologist. Triggers for blood drinking.

--

My ear twitched when I heard movement. Something was looming over me. I could feel a strained hot breath on my neck when my eyes snapped open, seeing him pull back quickly.

"Shit," he whispered when I met his red eyes.

"No wonder you were anxious around that hunter," I whispered as he gulped thickly.

"I'm sorry. I just--It's not what it looks like."

"Bullshit," I snapped, glaring at him. He looked hurt and angry all at once. Before he could stammer out any extra nonsense, I reached out. He flinched at that, only relaxing when I finally touched his hand. "You could've just told me, idiot."

"Shut up," He scoffed. "At best, you'd say no. Worst, you ram a stake into my ribs." I couldn't deny that at least as he eased up. "I just...I need a little. I need you alive and...you need me strong, Tabby."

"How have you even survived this long?"

"Boars, deer, animals I can find. It's not enough. I just...I just need a little."

I met his eyes again and sighed heavily. I think he somehow knew he had me from the moment we met. Something about him simply pulled me in; it made me want to be near him. Now? I still wonder if he ever used some kind of vampire magic to make me want him. He denies it every time.

"Just a little, and uh...go easy," I finally said, ignoring the way his eyes seemed to brighten. "It is my first time," I joked.

He snorted as he leaned closer. "I'll be as gentle as a babe. Get comfortable, okay?"

I knew he could hear my heart hammering as I laid back in the cot I'd made for myself. I was shaking as our heads throbbed. I could see him. I could see through his eyes, how he was turned, how he was used. He winced and looked at me as if praying I hadn't changed my mind on him.

My hand trembled as I gripped his shirt, easing only when he gripped it gently. "Just a little," I reminded him.

"Just a little," He muttered before leaning down and sinking his fangs into my neck.

I didn't expect the whimpering moan I let out when I felt the cold sharpness turn to numbness against my skin. I don't think he did either as he grunted as he drank. My thighs pressed together on their own as I cupped the back of his head.

"A-Astarion," I mumbled. His body shuddered out of reflex as he whimpered. His legs straddled me, pressing his frame against mine as my vision began to blur. "Sh-Shit, Astarion. Enough."

He pulled away slowly, panting as he gulped down my blood. His eyes returned to a soft amber shade as he looked down at me. They darkened with something different as he leaned down and licked at the marks now on my neck.

"That..." He whispered, looking down at me. "That was amazing..."

My cheeks barely warmed as I looked away, swatting his chest. "Shut up."

"Masochist," he teased. "Thank you. That...I have enough," He said as he pulled away, leaving me cold as I tried to sit up. "Careful. You should rest up now. I can go hunt for something more filling now. I'll be sure to grab something red for you as well so you can recover better."

I nod as he stalks his way into the forest, full of confidence and ready to hunt. I can only fall back into the cot and blink tiredly up at the stars. At least it cured the insomnia I felt.

[justiceamberheard]

Amber heard is a pos vile person. Someone died on Twitter Jeannie is her name. And yall people are fucking harrasing this poor women's death. Yall vile asf. I hope yall rot deep down in. No matter what she did in the past yall don't fucking ever mock her death. Yall need seriously fucking help and nah don't try and get likes cause this women's death. And don't try and be those people. Yall gonna own up to this shit. And I'm glad that one supporter has left yall. Officially. She knows how vile yall are. And this is who yall stick up to and harras someone's mother online. Yall can kiss my fucking ass . Yall should be ashamed of yourself and don't bring depp into this. Yall are mocking someone family death. Rude ass POS

well, i would never do such thing. i would never mock anyone's trauma etc unlike ''yall'. interesting how it's fine for you to mock someone's rape story, to mock her testimony, to harass everyone who dares to speak in support of Amber, to send death threats, to wish Amber's baby to be killed in a fucking microvawe, to slut shame her, to stalk her, to leak private information, to go to her home and scream obscenities.

look at your behavior and actions.

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Nesta destroyed the IC part 10

Eris was playing piano when Nesta arrived.

She had no idea he could play, but it didn’t surprise Nesta in the least. He seemed like the type; he was very-versed in all things courtly; politics, dancing, fighting- the man could do it all. He also had very beautiful hands with long fingers perfect for playing an instrument. Nesta would never admit that to him though. He was arrogant enough as it was.

She knew without saying anything that Eris was perfectly aware of her presence. She was pretty sure nothing escaped the male’s notice when he’s grown up in a court like his father’s his whole life. So, she simply walked on over to Eris as he was playing, mesmerized by the flawless flow of his fingers across the board, of the beautiful sounds it produced. Simply everything this man did was done immaculately, stylishly. It turned her on yet irked her to no end.

After a few minutes of Eris calmly playing, he paused and turned towards her. His trademark smirk was on his face. “Are you going to talk, or are you just going to ogle me all day, Nesta Archeron?”

Nesta snorted. “Dream on, Eris Vanserra. I’d sooner sully myself to Illyrian vermin.”

Eris clucked his tongue. “After that disaster with the mongrel bastard? How disappointing.”

Nesta stiffened slightly at that. “I still feel the absence of the bond; despite rejecting it. And the pain of him dying,” she admitted.

Eris sighed. “I imagine you’ll feel it for quite some time longer, as well. It’s something that may never leave you. You can only learn to live with it.”

Nesta scowled. “That can’t possibly be true.”

“It has been that way for me.”

Nesta blinked. “You have a mate who rejected you?”

Eris laughed softly, sensually. “Yes.”

“Who?” The question was out before Nesta could stop herself. She couldn’t help it, the curiosity, and maybe something more.

“What makes you think I’ll tell you?”

Nesta bared her teeth at him. Stalked over to him and put one hand on the piano on either side of him. Let that silvery rage rise from its depths. “You’re not leaving this room until you tell me.”

Eris’s eyes swept over her, taking in every inch of her. Nesta felt her blood heat with the careful attention, how it lingered on every curve. “Is that a promise?”

“Yes.”

Eris smiled at her, a smile full of charm and wicked delight. The smile he had seen when he watched her with Rhysand’s head in her hands. A man who embraced every part of her, desired every part of her, even her darkest parts. Especially those.

The man was flawless. Perfect jawline, with a sharp nose and full sensual lips, and amber eyes that were just a little bit feral. And his sculpted body was a reminder that though his strength lay in courtly affairs, he was still a warrior. The general of the Autumn Court armies. And if he played his cards right, a future High Lord.

He lifted one flawless hand and brushed his fingers down her arm. It was a light touch, but goosebumps trailed in its wake. He leaned forward until their lips were just a breath away. “I’ll give you a hint, Nesta Archeron. You already know her.”

Nesta stared at him. She didn’t know very many people; it was obviously not Feyre, who had been mated to Rhysand, or herself who had been mated to Cassian. Nor was it Elain, who was mated to Lucien. Gwyn and Emerie simply didn’t seem plausible. Her best guess was somebody else. Then she remembered- the infamous story of Eris leaving Mor to rot on the Autumn Court border, and Eris’s implication that he had done it to spare her, that he never would’ve touched her. And she remembered that during his alliance with the Night Court he had had dealings with Keir, her father, and bought Mor time to deal with him. The only male who had any sort of real sway over him. “Is it Mor?” she whispered, her breath brushing his.

“Indeed. Smart girl,” he whispered back.

“I don’t understand. If she was your mate, why was she so desperate to get out of the engagement?”

“Because it was not her choice. Because she heard of many horrible things about me and did not want to be associated with it. Because however hard Mor tries to hide it, she prefers women.”

Nesta blinked. “But she had sex with Cassian; she had sex with Helion-“

“The first was a means to an end for her. As for the second…well Mor is still attracted to men, to some extent. But mostly women. I imagine you and I are the only ones in the world who know.”

“Wow, I feel really special,” Nesta said. Eris chuckled. “Good. Because you are.”

Though Nesta’s statement had been entirely sarcastic, Eris’s was not. It was genuine praise, and Nesta wasn’t sure how to handle it. Her instinct was to deflect it, to deny it until her last breath. No, she wasn’t special, she was ordinary, cowardly, bitchy. But somehow, she wanted to believe it. Wanted to believe that somebody knew her and thought the world of her.

“Do you really think so?” she whispered. They were still in that impasse, their lips just centimeters apart, the tension palpable in the room.

Eris replied, “Nesta Kingslaying Archeron, you are as brilliant and glorious as the moon, and I am but the tidal waves that desperately reach for your loving hands.”

Nesta blinked. “I-what?”

She was speechless. She could think of no adequate reply to the elaborate praise he had just given her. So, there was nothing else to do but close the difference between them and kiss him hard.

Elain’s POV

Feyre was getting better.

It was a slow process, and Elain knew it would take a lot more time for her to fully recover, but… she was healing.

She had taken Parikshit out of Elain’s hands, insisting that since he was her child, she ought to be the one looking after her. Elain had been delighted to see a spark of that old fire in her, so similar to Nesta’s. And Nuala and Cerridwen had assured her that Feyre was doing a great job with her child. Elain had felt guilty setting the twins on Feyre like she was spying on her, but she had just wanted to ensure that Parikshit was getting the care that he needed. After a few days, Elain had taken the twins off of the job.

She had made the twins the newest spymasters, replacing the gap left by Azriel. As for the general of the Night Court armies, she had chosen Balthazar. He was strong and smart, with a respect for women that was rare amongst Illyrians. For the courtly overseer role left by Mor, Elain had chosen one of the Valkyries: Dierdre. Though Dierdre had demonstrated her excellent way with words, Elain had been hesitant to give her the role at first, given the effort it took her just to come out of the library, but Dierdre had steeled herself and said she was ready. And Elain had felt the truth in her words.

They weren’t perfect choices, but Elain was doing the best she could. She was not God; she couldn’t be everywhere at once. Once Feyre decided to start ruling this place again, she could choose whether or not to keep Elain’s nominations. Elain sighed as she retired to her room, spent. It had been another busy day, and Elain hardly had time to herself anymore. This role was certainly not for the faint-hearted. Elain was happy to do it, but she wished she wasn’t alone. That she had somebody by her side to help her, support her, rule with. She wished she was in a court with a little more color and brightness.

Her mind drifted to her mate. She wondered what he was doing at this time. Was he with his human companions, or was he wandering about the courts? She knew he had ties to every court in Prythian, that he had been sought after by many courts for his talent with people. He visited the Night Court every now and then, to check on Feyre and Elain and give regular updates about the other courts, and Elain found herself wishing he’d stay a little bit longer.

His flaming red hair, so different from the varying shades of dark brown hair that existed in the Night Court, and his wicked scar, a rare phenomenon on beings that healed so rapidly, set him apart from everyone else. He always dressed to kill, though with his cruel beauty he’d look good in rags. Though her human heart rebelled against the mating bond, she couldn’t control it- the urge to be near him, to be with him. Like he was the answer to all her prayers.

He had been so good to her in the human lands while they were on the run from the Night Court. So good to her that day when she was still hollow but spoke to him briefly in the library. Even as she could feel his raging instincts, the desire to take her and claim her as his own. His restraint was incredible, but even so, she had noticed: noticed how he had clenched his cup when she had said his name, how he sometimes gripped chairs to control his mated rage, how he looked at her with pain and longing. It was too much to bear. She shrunk away from it, afraid of the feelings, afraid of her own feelings, that she was drawn to it, to him. Such a gentleman, yet she could feel his desires; such thoughts were not gentlemanly at all. But lately, she found herself more and more wishing he’d just…lose control. Just a little bit. Every time he bowed, called her “My lady,” and pressed a sensual kiss to the back of her hand while meeting her eyes, she had half a thought to call him back. But words failed her every time.

And then she cursed herself for wanting it so badly. Special thanks to the person who reblogged my Eris post and suggested that Eris and Mor may be rejected mates; I thought it would be interesting to explore if Nesta rejected her mate (Cassian) and Eris was a rejected mate (Mor) and how they would fit together. Also thank you to @acourtofthought for your analysis of Elain's feelings about the mating bond, I drew inspiration from that for my Elain POV.

[remnant-cain]

Cheyrolls University: Chapter 2

Warnings: Vague mentions of Murder

AN: Dialog fun, my eyes hurt, Let's see how Mango's coping with the new roommate!

*Anacardiaceae has joined the call*

“Hey! Citrus boy joined!”

“Wrong family Dev.”

“Eh, they taste basically the same.”

“NO THEY DO NOT, YOU FUCKING FRUIT.”

“Annnnd I’m putting in headphones.”

“Oh right, Audio’s sleep schedule is actually halfway decent. How is he by the way?”

“...Well I mean they're alive. They’re REALLY not looking forward to repeating calc two.”

“Who would to be honest? That course was HELL"

“I'm just glad I got that shit over with in highschool.”

“I’m looking back on it positively cause now I get to help them.”

“Alright you mushy banana-”

*CRASH*

“...Hang on, is Angel on call?”

“Nah, she doesn't like us.”

“We’re just too good for her!

“Hey, she’s decent… When we’re not in public.”

“Tch, doesn’t matter if in public or in private. She’s a dick either way. She only likes her human friends, I swear...”

“We can hang out without her, we don’t need her.”

“Only asking cause I heard a something break.”

“No, that was just me. I'm doing dishes since I have nothing better to do and may or may not have obliterated a mug.”

“...It is midnight and school starts in four days.”

“All of my courses are online or video calls this year.”

“STILL.”

“Hush. You are also awake at this ungodly hour.”

“MY FIRST CLASS OF THE YEAR IS AT 10 PM, I HAVE AN EXCUSE.”

“Shhhut up.”

“Changing the topic, how’s your new roommate? Heard from Amber you ate like eight crepes in a row when you went out with them.”

“Fucking narc.”

“For the love of- those crepes aren’t even that good!”

“Wh- You take that back right now, those crepes are the food of the gods!”

“No! Rot!”

“Bold words from a mold creature.”

“Devvie? Devvie. Buddy. I have been tolerating your existence since I was bored, but I’m about to go right back to wishing for your death.”

“As for my new roommate… Well, they’re nice. So far at least. I just… I just couldn’t. They were just so… so sweet. And I mean, kind of pathetic, but y'know in a good way. But they were terrified of me. I just… you two understand what I'm going through right?”

“Welcome to the club bestie.”

“We’ve both been there.”

“Well, I mean, I didn’t meet Amber for an entire year even after they were assigned my roommate, but, yeah. First sight, I decided they were worth the trouble.”

“Took me a bit to get attached to Audio, but once I did... I made sure they were safe.”

“I don’t know if they’ll stay nice though, I'm a bit scared of them turning out to be an asshole.” 

“Hey, hey. Don't worry. If they break your heart, I will break their legs.”

“You'd break their legs for looking at you wrong, what are you talking about?”

“Heh, thanks for the offer but I'm more than capable of dealing with them myself. They only go up to under my chest. If I have to, there shouldn't be too much of a struggle.”

“ONLY UP TO YOUR CHEST? THIS GUY IS ANGEL'S HEIGHT?”

“Tiny bit shorter I'd guess.”

“I… damn.”

“Oh right you got all the short roommates.”

“He's only had one roommate?”

“Exactly.”

“Hamg on, Didn’t-”

“Leave Amber alone, it's not their fault they're small enough that Luden could pick them out without any issues.”

“WOW, OK. MANGO I CAN HEAR YOU, stop laughing, you’re enabling this!”

“Assigned twink by cryptid.”

“YES!!”

“This is bullying, I am being bullied by my own family, this is why I isolate myself.”

“I mean, you’ve been doing better lately.”

“If by better you mean them using you or Audio as a therapy dog to prevent them from doing something stupid then yes.”

“Shut up Devvie, I have been so brave lately, you could never understand you damned extrovert.”

“Ok, ok, calm down, I’ll lay off you about it.”

“Also, what I was going to say before you so RUDELY cut me off, didn’t Mango have that one roommate, I don’t know how many years it was now, they were literally less than half Angel’s height.”

“Yep, Charlotte. That would've been back in freshman year, so five years ago.”

“Yeah, you should remember her! I don’t know how you dealt with her for so long, she was a fucking bitch.”

“I mean, she was my type though. I do have a bit of a preference for dealing with the bratty type. Honestly had Mango not dealt with her? Heh, well-”

“DEVVIE, NO, SHUT UP.”

“I'M LEAVING!”

*The_Lichen_Queen2089 has left the call*

“I was NOT gonna go into detail on what I would've done, don't worry- oh shit it wasn't kidding.”

“Always count on the Asexuals to ditch you.”

“Hey, I’m asexual myself!”

“You aren’t doing yourself any favors, you know.”

“What are you- oh. Ok that was justified, shut up!”

“Nah, I got some precourse reading to finish up on before Monday, I just started, and my favorite podcast doesn’t update until next month, you're stuck with me.”

“...You are a walking disaster.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I know."

“Hey, you on call with Crepe Boy?"

“AUGH- Don't jump on me like that.”

*Cough* “NOT ANYMORE.”

“BITCH, DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE-”

*Anacardiaceae has left the call*

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