#elio got an ask

[2hotwing]

Hi Zeke! I hope things get better for you! I was wondering What countries I've had a past lives in? Or the most major One. Thank you! N.V.W.

The Seven of Pentacles came out as your reading so the number seven may be significant? The first thing I heard was “China” though so a major one could have been China and you could have lived seven lives at this point or in seven different countries during your past lives! This card is about prosperity and growing so its likely you’ve done a lot of growing in your multiple lives or have in this one in particular. The color red is also coming up a lot so there may be some type of significance to the color or it could be a lucky color and a sign of good things to come! I’m also getting something about a region specific flower that may be red? I don’t know a lot about plant life in general haha

[blank-house]

Help, I've fallen even harder for Jamie. The man is a menace and I live for it. And, we share birthdays so it feels like fate for him to be my favorite.

perfect. my long con is paying off.

[elipheleh]

The truth is every queer person has the right to come out on their own terms, and on their own timeline. They also have the right to choose not to come out at all. The forced conformity of the closet can not be answered with the forced conformity in coming out of it.

-Alex, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)

i want to talk about this quote. full disclosure, it’s because i keep seeing some really frustrating takes (some of which veer into queerphobia) and i am getting a bit annoyed with people and rather than directly addressing it with them & appear to be picking a fight im going to make an analysis post in my space. (tbf. its mostly on twitter and i have a priv account so that limits me)

disclaimer; this is my interpretation, im not saying its the only interpretation just something to consider. i am queer & cognitively disabled - don’t assume malice and dont be cruel. i will ignore and block freely.

tl;dr/very simplified summary: it doesn’t mean “dont ever speculate about other people’s sexuality” but rather that ‘coming out’ in the way society understands it shouldn’t be a necessity for queer people to exist openly as queer. full context under the cut & self-exploration questions at the end.

so lets start with the context. alex is talking at a point in time when the world has read their emails and so knows both are queer (bi & gay, specifically), but neither alex/the white house or henry/the palace have commented. so more simply - alex and henry are known to be queer, but have not come out. alex uses the speech to come out as bi, and as being in love with henry. he also uses it to imply that he & henry should have the right to choose not to do this formal coming out alex is doing.

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okay. lets get into the quote analysis.

The truth is every queer person has the right to come out on their own terms, and on their own timeline.

reasonably self explanatory. each queer person gets to decide their own timing for coming out, and the way that they want to address their sexuality.

They also have the right to choose not to come out at all.

this is where problems with interpretation have started to appear. fundamentally yes, this means people are allowed to not be openly queer/‘out’ if that is what their decision is. but it also means that they can be visibly queer - for example being in a visibly queer relationship; signalling with their aesthetic (e.g. someone being butch, someone who wears only ‘girl’ clothes despite that being at odds to their assigned gender); casually posting about queer things on social media etc - without addressing their own sexuality to others.

it does not mean that you should assume everyone is straight until they explicitly tell you otherwise. and quite frankly insisting that it does mean that is veering into homo-/bi-/queer-phobia because you are insinuating that being not-straight is a negative thing.

The forced conformity of the closet can not be answered with the forced conformity in coming out of it.

some people seem to be interpreting this as ‘you shouldnt force people out of the closet’ and i don’t think thats quite to the nuance of what it means. yes, i do think that is part of it - in much the same way as the previous sentence - but it is not really the whole of it. in my opinion this is actually addressing - at least to some degree - the concept of ‘we should assume people are straight until they explicitly say otherwise’.

the ‘forced conformity of coming out’ addresses the idea that to be “out” you have to follow these steps; that you have to make a public statement that ‘this is my sexuality and i am [queer/bi/gay/pan/ace/etc]’. you are conforming to this precedent of “how to come out” that countless queer people have followed. there’s nothing inherently wrong with doing so, but actually there are different ways to be queer - and even being “out” as queer - that don’t involve following that playbook.

here’s a hypothetical to demonstrate my point. two men, who have never dated any women, live together & spend basically all their time together over 5-10 years. they holiday with each other’s family, they’re always together at events (e.g. weddings of non-mutual friends), but they’ve never told you/the public that they’re queer and/or dating each other. at what point does one start to assume they’re together? and does the answer change if its a man & a woman rather than two men? if a man & a woman did that, people would assume pretty early on they’re probably dating. but yet when it’s two men suddenly it’s invasive to speculate. this is where this concept of the forced conformity of coming out comes in - along with the veering into homophobia i referenced earlier - why must they say the words “i am gay” for it to then be ‘okay’ to consider that they’re together? (the homophobia comes into play because if you think being gay is morally neutral (which it is) then you shouldn’t have any issue with the speculation about people being together regardless of their genders.) the idea that straight is the default is where this forced conformity starts to really kick in.

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i guess the main things i want people to ask themselves are these (and i have been asking myself these questions, there is no judgement or censure just self examination):

1. do you think people can be openly queer publicly without explicitly sharing that they are queer? (by this i mean in an announcement or in casual conversation. can you be openly queer without ever addressing it explicitly?)

2. if you do, why do you think that talking about the possibility someone is queer is something that should be hushed up? is it because there is an internalised concept that being queer is something abnormal and/or negative? if it was a straight couple would you feel the same way?

3. what does “coming out” mean to you? why does it mean that, what have you internalised to get to that conclusion & is it something that always works or are there other ways to be openly queer (or ‘out’ if you prefer)?

4. is it possible that there are queer people living openly and happily as themselves without explicitly addressing their sexuality to the wider world, who don’t want to address it publicly? does this make them closeted or ‘less’ queer to you? if so, what makes you think that?

[lunaetis]

@veritvincit asked :

“ where do you get your hope? what keeps you going during all this? ”

deeper sentence starters. || accepting

─「���デン」─  the inquiry took her by surprise, causing the TRAILBLAZER to lift her head as golden hues landed upon the man whose intellect was second to none. there was a brief moment of silence that eden wondered what prompted him to say that, what compelled that curiosity for someone like him to pose it to her, the one who probably should be less interesting than everything else going on in his daily life. or was it the STELLARON that grabbed his attention ?

                hope ...

                " what if it wasn't hope as you think it was ? " the word sounded ... bright. hopeful. like she was holding onto something better to come along in the sea of DARKNESS she found herself being awakened from. " what if ... it's because i was lost and that i have nowhere to go but forward ? " she wasn't expecting him to answer her, of course, for that was her response to his question in a form of what if scenario. he was SHARP, so eden was sure that dr. veritas ratio would know a lost soul when he saw one.

                a lost soul with a title of a hero hung to her name, a title she never asked for.

                " i want the truth. " she admitted, knowing that LYING would be futile before someone like him. the trailblazer didn't see the need to lie, either. it was no secret that she had no memory about herself when she woke up. wasn't that why he was distrustful of her at the beginning too ? clueless vessel housing the seed of disaster inside of her.

                " about myself. about the stellaron. about the past, the present, the future. this is the only path i'd get it. and this path takes me forward. " who was she ? why was she here ? why did she exist ? what is in the script and where is she going to end up ? how long would it be until — a quiet exhale escaped as she lifted her head once more, AUREATE orbs meeting his piercing eyes.

                " if it were you, wouldn't you want to know the truth as well, doctor ? "

[bioblsm]

WHAT DOES THEIR CAMERA ROLL LOOK LIKE?

❀ ꒰warnings꒱. boothill backstory spoilers, not proofread ಥ_ಥ

𖧷 characters. jing yuan, blade, dr ratio, ruan mei, aventurine, sunday, boothill

☆彡 notes. aventurine 🤝 boothill — being some of the most gay ass mfs i’ve seen in a hyv game (apart from bronya and seele) seriously their flamboyance still gives me whiplash…anyways this has been on my mind for months now but i’ve never gotten around to writing it!!! >_<

JING YUAN 𐚁 景元

[◉"] 2,304 photos, 83 videos

⌖ if you scroll really fast down or up his gallery, all you’ll actually manage to see is splotches of pink, blonde and silver

⌖ everything ranges from cute candid shots of yanqing (he takes multiple if yanqing’s fallen asleep while on duty), to sneaky pictures of fu xuan as she’s working where he’s in the foreground doing peace signs — the final picture of course being her looking at the camera lense directly to glare up at him

⌖ reaching weekends when he’s slightly a little more free or allows himself a small break to stroll around town, his camera roll is either filled with pictures of food he’s eaten or swords that yanqing may or not definitely ask about that he’s now more inclined to buy as he’s seen them in person (he’s a boy dad who loves spoiling his child, alright?)

⌖ the large majority of his photos unfortunately are work related, only really the recent ones being deleted from his gallery to clear up some space

⌖ however, while his photos are preoccupied with either his two kids or random scrolls with messy and rushed handwriting, each video is of you; jing yuan thinks a picture would belittle your beauty too much.

⌖ he needs something a little more real, a little more active and animated to help him quell the chirping loneliness that creeps up on his heart whenever you’re away from him for a prolonged period of time; if he’s feeling particularly mischievous he might sneak a quick but blurry picture of himself to send to you ♡

BLADE 𐚁 刃

[◉"] 9 photos, 2 videos

⌖shit is BARREN. literally a complete EMPTY VOID. if you snatched his phone somehow you’d assume he just got it despite him not having changed it ever since he received one

⌖ perhaps on the occasion you’ll find a cameo picture from one of the stellaron hunters as his phone is left unoccupied and someone decided to blast his entire gallery with their face (silverwolf specifically just hacks into his phone to keep putting random screenshots he’s never taken in his gallery to make him believe he’s taken them)

⌖ maybe sometimes he’ll screenshot different ways to die or health clinic locations he can avoid when he’s fortunately bleeding out but otherwise? nothing.

⌖ if you’re a massive yapper and love sending him pictures, he won’t go out of his way to download them for later usage (whatever that may be…) but he also won’t go out of his way to delete it if it’s accidentally automatically downloaded on his phone — maybe elios intended for it to be there?

⌖ it’s quite nice having a reminder of his significant other where he doesn’t have to actively listen to their voice… that’s a little exaggerative; but he loves just mapping out the features in your face, it helps him sleep just the slightest bit better with no ailment if he’s able to trace your features like a constellation on his blank, dark wall

DR RATIO 𐚁 真理医生

[◉"] 1000 photos, 100 videos

⌖ call it a form of ocd, but he NEEDS to have a decent ratio (i didn’t even mean for this to be a pun i’m so sorry) of his photos to videos; he doesn’t care if it’s 10:1, 2:1 1:5, he needs something that’s at least somewhat pleasing to the eyes

⌖ ratio immediately deleted anything he doesn’t need or thinks he won’t find use in for at the very least the month (this includes every single cameo shot aventurine or you have taken of yourselves on his phone without his permission, which by the way, he didn’t hesitate to scold you two for)

⌖ maybe if he’s feeling particularly loving (when is he ever?) he’ll allow ONE picture to stay.

⌖ his camera roll is purely filled with test results, written exams, student emails he needs to read over, things concerning the guild or the ipc and secret purchases of ducks he’s made (he’s not ashamed, he just doesn’t want you to know he’s buying ducks that are bigger in size every time so he can fill your shared bathroom)

⌖ realistically, maintaining such a perfect ratio of photos:videos is rather impossible unless you’ve got impeccable timing with things you save and delete so, in order to bypass this, ratio made a photo library to help serve as a base number of sorts

⌖ that photo library is of course a secret and locked haven filled with pictures and videos of you, none of which you can even recall taking. all of them hold at least some sort of significance to the both of you, but the ones that dr ratio loves the most is the ones that are just natural

⌖ the ones that show you being yourself, whether it’s where you’re cuddled up near a blanket reading something with a leg hiked up over the sheets or where you’re sleeping with your mouth wide open because you’re sick and unable to breathe through your nose properly; he loves it all

RUAN MEI 𐚁 阮•梅

[◉"] 505 photos, 28 videos

⌖ she tries to keep it as neat as possible; that means no sneaky pics taken of her by you, accidental blurry shots she’s taken (god forbid, those ones are immediately scrapped and done anew especially if related to an experiment of hers) thought that doesn’t mean she clears it in the regular

⌖ ruan mei actively saves any photo you send her, sometimes she’ll even screenshot the chat itself if she finds herself clutching at her heart as she swoons over a few lines of flirting that apparently you couldn’t hold yourself back from due to how much you missed her

⌖ she’s not someone really sentimental so despite having photos of her little cake-cat hybrids, she rarely ever rechecks them unless the trailblazer sent another report on their status to match

⌖ honestly her memory is impeccable to the point she doesn’t even need screenshot reminders of things like dates and experiments saved (would it even be called machine reductionist to call her a walking computer model at this point?) therefore, anything she saves that’s work or science related probably has more intricacies that she can account for

⌖ her gallery is a little boring otherwise. for someone of her morally grey standards you’d expect at least something worth mentioning, maybe even something dumb like a secret recipe she uses to make the sweetest (anti-truth serum…) pastries but no— nothing.

yet the reason for that is very blatant; not even her beloved has the privilege to witness her mendacity.

AVENTURINE 𐚁 砂金

[◉"] 8,793 photos, 777 videos

⌖ it’s a complete and utter mess to say the very least; dr ratio refuses to so much as glance at it whenever he’s near and topaz just gets an ick:

“how do you even manage to find anything?”

“luck.”

⌖ his photos range from absurd, to sweet to egotistical. things that remind him of you such as random rocks he finds, alcoholic beverages that have the same colour scheme of an outfit you wore the night before, an animal he saw that he swears if reincarnation was real would so be you

⌖ he has a specific library for just solely screenshots based off your chats, most of them including a significant amount of “i love yous” and goodbyes that promised a little something more when you met up next; everything that aventurine utterly cherished and craved

⌖ …and then the rest was either him showing the background of him photobombing others, pictures he took to send to you (or one of the ipc members to piss them off, sometimes even the trailblazer for a cheeky laugh) and on the even more popular occasion, all his extraordinary wins whether it be in poker, pool or uno

⌖ compared to his photos, his videos are slightly more interesting. a near 50/50 split that ranged between him telling dumbass jokes to piss off his coworkers, recordings of the back of dr ratio’s and or topaz’s head just for the future laughs (he likes the reminder that he does actually have friends and they aren’t just deliberate hallucinations born of loneliness).

⌖ but of course, all his “favourited” videos involve you somehow. sometimes it’s just a slip of your name while he’s sneakily recording a meeting, him telling you he misses you or vice versa, other times it’s just when he feels like he has a home. you snuggled up on his chest, hands intertwined together as your breathing nearly synchronises with him…moments where he feels as though he could forget the trademark imprinted onto his neck.

SUNDAY 𐚁 星期日

[◉"] 777 photos, 111 videos

⌖ now as much as i want to say “oh it’s all you! he has a special folder for you <3” i unfortunately can’t.

⌖ it’s almost most definitely videos of robin’s concerts, solo shows, videos he stolen off of audience members with good seats when he wasn’t available to personally hide in the crowd…a lot of the photos are also the same way; robin’s promotional pictures, screenshots from her recent advertisements and negative hate comments or news stories that he’s going to personally deal with later

⌖ that doesn’t mean he values or priorities you over his sister, absolutely not. you two are the only people in his life who he would unironically take down the skies and survive utter torment for if it meant your voices were the last things he heard as bellowing winds sliced past his eardrums to tune the world out in order to hear his own final breath

⌖ he tries his best not to be sentimental or nostalgic, as he’s been told as he grew up into the bright and maybe just slightly tragic and guilt-infested man he is today, those things in his eyes are an innate weakness of humanity. clinging onto something thats not tangible anymore.

⌖ but he can’t help but hold on to every video you send him. every picture of you smiling, laughing, every text of you saying i love yous, quoting love songs to him or showing him pictures where you jokingly said “that’s us” (did he tilt his head a few times when you kept sending animals to him with that particular correspondent message? perhaps, but it never made him blind to the intentions).

BOOTHILL 𐚁 波提欧

[◉"] 12,113 photos, 191 videos

⌖ he truly doesn’t gaf (give a fork) about how messy it is, all the things that are genuinely important are already locked and loaded into his noggin’, there’s no point in being frugal with the space he’s been given on a little cellular device

⌖ you wouldn’t believe it, but he rarely uses it unless it’s for emergencies. there’s plenty of trouble that comes around when you’re a galaxy ranger, which means having a constant tracking device on you like a phone that you update daily is a stupidly bad idea; which is precisely why his photo gallery is a mess

⌖ he quite literally can’t go in and clear it out otherwise it risks giving out sensitive information.

⌖ not applicable to you, that is. in boothill’s eyes, you’re an “emergency”. if you’ve texted him, it’s obvious you want his attention, which potentially means you could be in danger and he has to rush to the rescue like the flamboyant cowboy he is (no he absolutely knows you don’t need help, but there’s always that nagging “what if” factor, you know?)

⌖ he inwardly blesses whoever invented screenshotting because it would be an understatement to say that little as half of his gallery is littered with you. he’s just a bit of a boomer when it comes to technology like this, despite being a whole walking charging port himself ehem, so a lot of the pictures he has saved of you that you sent over whenever he cutely pleaded;

“missing ya, send me a lil’ somethin’ wont you?”

unfortunately are uncropped and framed with the outline of whatever messaging app you’re on.

⌖ if he lets you scroll up far back enough, maybe you’ll get to see just a glimpse of how similar his adoptive daughter’s smile was to his

© BIOBLSM ✮ do not copy steal or repost

[dewdropchoconeko]

Hii! I saw that i can ask you for something, so maybe which type of lingerie characters prefer to the reader? You can add whoever you want, but I will be deeply grateful for Jing Yuan. Thanks

Description: lingerie with Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Jingliu. Ik you only asked for JY but i wanted to do more.

Word Count: 876

cw / notes: [ MDNI but i can’t stop you ] gn!reader, no genitalia is mentioned, amab!reader or afab!reader, blood kink for blade are we surprise

Jing Yuan

Will buy you more lingerie just because it looks so good on you. He has the money to do it anyways.

He specifically likes seeing pink on you. Especially the ones with the garter belts? Yeah, those get his rocks off fast

The first time he saw you in lingerie, he didn’t expect it. He was talking to you outside the door, and then boom, he’s standing there in the doorframe while you take off your clothes, lingerie underneath.

He got hard fast. Like he loves the way the lacy pink looks on you

He kinda chuckled to himself, shifting his frame off the door, and said, “What are you…uh, doing there?”

“Thought I’d surprise you! But it seems you’ve beaten me to it.”

So he saunters over and puts his hands on your hips, feeling the lacy pink underwear you’ve got on under his hands

“You? Surprise me? You are always full of surprises, dear.”

I don’t want to describe him fucking you because you can already imagine that; depending on the type of reader you want (brat, submissive, shy, etc)

But it drives him insane knowing you’re wearing lingerie underneath your regular outfits. And sometimes he loves seeing the little bit of pink lace peek out from over your pants or the strap of your bra

Blade

Stellaron Hunters have NO money that’s a personal headcanon of mine. Like, have you SEEN their bounties? Ofc they have no money. Unless Elio gave them some.

So when Blade sees you in your red lace panties and bra one day after he barges in (he never knocks), he stares for a moment, long and hard.

“Um.” you paused, taking off your clothes, and looked at him. “At least say something!”

“You may need new ones.”

He rips EVERY pair while yall fuck. Like you’re going into debt because he doesn’t know his own strength and ends up ripping them.

Perverted Blade, my beloved, he keeps them sometimes.

“Can I have one pair back?”

“No.”

So sometimes you’re left without any underwear, and for some reason that’s ALSO hot to Blade.

He will just straight up fuck you if he finds out you’re not wearing anything underneath too. Especially during his mara, he is RUTHLESS during his mara. “The mara…it strikes.”

“Dear archons,” you respond.

Not because you’re scared of him but because you’re gonna be left not walking next week

Will wear red just to rile him up, either it’s normal clothes or red lingerie. Something about red gets him off.

Blood too? Yeah…im not even a blood kink type of person and yet i can see him loving it

Dan Heng

Dan Heng specifically likes white lingerie. Something about purity and keeping you an unplucked flower.

He doesn’t have a virginity kink, no, but something about innocence is hot to him.

He first finds out you’re wearing lingerie after you reach up to get a book from the archive, and he sees a peek of your white lacy underwear underneath.

He doesn’t point it out initially, no, but he does wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck.

“Hiding something?”

“Hiding what?”

He puts his finger around the band of your underwear and lightly tugs on it. “Hiding something?” he repeats.

“Oh.”

Oh, is correct, because now he’s got you stripped naked while you put on a show for him.

Have I mentioned he loves it when you put on a show for him? Sauntering over, sitting on his lap, and your arms wrapped around him

If you happen to get him during mating season, be prepared to get compensation for your many many ripped lingerie.

That man is as ruthless as Blade during mating season. He will fuck you with his two cocks and your eyes will roll back

“Oh, Archons, everyone knows you’re fucking!” March 7th, bang on your door.

“S-sorry!” is all you could manage as Dan Heng bit into your shoulder, a particularly rough thrust hitting a certain spot within you. “‘is mating season.”

Jingliu

Loves seeing baby blue lingerie on you

Honestly, I don’t know much about Jingliu, but I’ll try to treat her right

She’s always polite when she comes into your room, always knocking first because she comes in respecting your privacy

“Come in!” you didn’t particularly care if she caught you or not. You two trusted each other like that.

So when she came into the room and saw you in just your underwear and a bra, she looked unfazed, but then turned around. “Should I leave, perhaps for you to get your clothes on?”

“Well, this is a surprise for you…” you said, walking over to her, putting your arms around her. “You’re allowed to enjoy it.”

“Hm.”

Cue yall fuckin. She’s a dom, mainly due to her mara as well. She loves taking the reins in y'all's relationship because she knows what she likes.

She’ll fuck you with a strap on too if you ask nicely enough

But she loves to see you lounge around the house in your lingerie set. She likes to admire more than rip.

She loves to touch you and rile you up, making you all blushy and whatnot until you’re practically crying for her to fuck you.

[milkloafy]

STUCK WITH YOU — BLADE

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: in which you get sick and blade is wondering how the hell he got stuck having to take care of you. ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: sickfic, fluff, swearing, gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, reader doesn’t like room temp water LMAO only ice cold, blade’s kinda mean but a softie trust me u.u ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.8k+ ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: i haven’t written for blade in ages so i am very rusty but i hope u enjoy <3 this is a self-indulgent fic i wrote while sick and bed-ridden yesterday :c if any of y’all got the summer cold/flu too i hope u feel better !! :> 

You felt like shit and the last thing you needed was someone threatening you to get better. 

It would have been one thing if those threats worked in scaring your illness away. But you were certain that it did the opposite of help— It simply gave you an unwanted headache instead. 

“Can you stop glaring at me whenever I blow my nose?” you demanded with a sniffle, tossing your tissue into the trashcan Blade so graciously placed next to your head.

“Can you stop blowing your nose so loudly?”

You glared at him, responding by grabbing another tissue and blowing your nose even louder. You winced at the force, feeling a slight throb in your head from the overexertion.

With an ever-present scowl on his annoyingly handsome face, Blade shook his head at you. You could practically sense the disappointment and annoyance radiating from him. “Don’t make yourself feel worse.” 

“I’m not trying to,” you said, choosing to lay back down on your bed rather than arguing with him.

Your throat was sore, your nose was both runny and stuffy with no in-between, your muscles were achy, and your body was tired. There wasn’t much fighting spirit left for you to spare in your current state. Hence, the reason the Stellaron Hunters had Blade stay behind on the mission until you recovered enough to join everyone. Why they didn’t leave someone more personable and caring like Sam behind was beyond you. But you supposed you should be grateful Elio let anyone stay behind instead of having you recover alone. 

Coughing, you reached for a glass of water to moisten your throat only to find it already empty. You groaned to yourself, the thought of having to get up from your warm and cozy bed to fill up your water in the cold, cold kitchen made you shiver. 

With a sigh, Blade exited your room while muttering a quick, “Stay put.” 

You blinked blearily, eyes barely able to follow his quick-moving figure out the door. 

In a flash, Blade returned with two separate cups—one filled with clear water, and the other with warm tea. He set them both down on your nightshade, collecting your empty glass to clean in the sink. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, touched that he brought you drinks without you having to ask. You grabbed the glass of water first, letting out a giggle when you saw the single ice cube floating on the top. With a smile, you questioned, “One ice cube?”

Blade shrugged, a nonchalant look on his face that one could easily mistake as uncaring. “You don’t like room temperature water. If I brought warm water to you, you would rather die of dehydration than drink it.” 

A nodded sheepishly, unable to deny what came out of his mouth.

“Still, you need fluids to feel better. I figured one ice cube might be enough to satiate you.” 

Staring at the melting ice cube, you assumed it didn’t do much to help the temperature of the drink, but the thoughtfulness of your fellow Stellaron Hunter was enough to coax you into drinking it regardless. 

“That’s…surprisingly sweet of you,” you said, taking a sip of water. It was, in fact, not cold enough for you, but you still pushed onwards. “Thanks, Bladie.” 

The scowl on his face deepended. “Don’t call me that. And drink the tea. I put honey in it since its anti-inflammatory.” 

“Your frown lines are forming prematurely,” you jested, setting the glass of water aside to pick up the steaming cup of tea. The warm mug felt hot against your skin and you felt a droplet of sweat forming on the side of your head. In the blink of an eye, you threw the blankets off your body and fanned yourself dramatically with one hand. You shared a look with Blade. “It’s too hot for tea.” 

“It’s not too hot, you just have a fever,” he said with annoyance, walking over to the thermostat and turning down the temperature regardless of his words. “But you can wait for it to cool down then—” 

Before he finished his sentence, you had already taken a sip of the drink. Immediately, you felt a burning sensation on the tip of your tongue and jumped. “Ow!” you yelped, placing the mug down and glaring at it. “That’s hot!” 

Blade glared at you. “Tea is typically made from hot water. I just told you to wait for it to cool down.”

“But you said that after you told me to drink it!” you sniffed, nursing your tongue by dipping it into the lukewarm glass of water. “You can’t give a sick person mixed signals like that.”

“You’re sick, not incompetent.” He paused. “Not more than normal, at least.” 

“Hey!” you protested. At the sudden overuse of your voice, you felt your throat growing more irritated. You coughed and coughed, taking in deep breaths of air to stop yourself. 

He folded his arms as he scolded you, “Don’t overexert yourself. Get some rest.” 

With tears forming around your eyes from coughing, you matched his haughty expression. You croaked out, “You’re naggy. Did you know that?”

“Only to those who don’t listen.” 

“You tell me like a million different instructions! How can I listen?” you retorted, your headache coming back as your shoulders tensed in irritation. 

When he noticed your slight wince of pain, Blade sighed and relented. He walked over to the side of your bed and picked up the cup of hot tea. With a blank expression, he blew the surface of the drink, cooling it down until the steam went away. 

“Here,” he said as he held out the cup to you. “Now drink.” 

Your stared open-mouthed at the drink. You felt as if he was giving you whiplash with his crass words and caring actions. You didn’t quite know how to feel, but you knew you were at least a bit grateful. 

Carefully, you sipped the cup of tea Blade gently (and begrudgingly) placed in your hands. This time, you did not feel the scalding heat burn your tongue. 

“Thank you,” you said, chugging as much of the tea as you could. “It wasn’t hot that time.” 

He nodded in response, stepping away from the side of your bed once he confirmed you finished your drink. Blade studied you as you laid back in bed, closing your eyes to try to soothe all your ailments. It didn’t work, but you would certainly keep trying. 

Without the blankets covering you, you felt cold again despite the sweat you felt gathering on your forehead. You heard rustling and the clanging of glasses next to you.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Blade walking away with the dirty cups in hand, muttering something about how he wasn’t your maid. You smiled weakly, knowing he was doing his best to take care of you regardless of his bitching and moaning. 

Blade returned with a slightly damp washcloth in hand, folded perfectly into a compact rectangle. You sniffled through your stuffy nose, watching as he held out the washcloth to you, before taking it back last minute. Confused, you pulled your hand back as well. 

“I’ll just do it. Before you mess up somehow,” he said, leaning down by your side and placing the damp washcloth on your forehead. 

The instant he placed the towel on you, cool relief coursed through your body. You shivered at the sensation, letting out a noise of satisfaction. 

You peeked one eye open, looking at Blade with another sheepish expression. “Thank you. Again…” 

“You don’t need to keep thanking me.”

“I do!” you insisted, staying as still as a board despite the passion in your voice. “I know you would rather be out on a mission right now, following Elio’s script with the others. But instead you got stuck here taking care of me.” 

He folded his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “It’s not your fault. Kafka forcibly volunteered me.” 

You chuckled lightly at that. It certainly seemed like something Kafka would do. Either to annoy Blade, tease you, or irritate the both of you just for fun. 

“You just need to get better soon,” he said as if it were that simple. “Then we can both get back on the field.”

“Is that why you’ve been such a good little nurse, Bladie?” you teased, touching your fingertips to the cool washcloth on your forehead. 

He glared at you, but there was no anger behind the expression. “Call me that one more time and you will see what happens.” 

“Will you bring me more hot tea to burn my tongue on?” you asked in mock horror. Despite his menacing-sounding threats, you knew Blade would never hurt you. 

“I’ll bring you room temperature water with no ice,” he promised blankly. 

Your mouth dropped in surprise and you shook your head fervently, the small towel falling off your face. “No, please! I won’t call you Bladie again.”

Blade rolled his eyes at your dramatics but immediately went to pick up the fallen washcloth. “Stop moving around like that. You’re going to make your headache worse.”

“Sorry, mother.” 

He scowled and plopped the washcloth back on your forehead, less gently this time than the first. You stuck your tongue out at him in response before feeling another fit of coughs come your way. 

Once you managed to soothe your throat and gather your breath, you sighed. “I hate being sick.” 

“Then drink more fluids and go to sleep.” Blade grabbed the glass of water from your nightstand and began to walk out with it. “I’ll get you some more before you try to rest.”

Closing your eyes shut, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself despite your discomfort. He had a rough exterior, but he surprised you with how much effort he put into helping your sick self out. 

His hidden thoughtfulness was enough to stir something in your stomach—butterflies, you hoped, and not an unwanted stomach bug to add to your list of ailments. It was unfamiliar to you, but certainly not unwelcome. 

Blade entered your room one last time for the night, bringing you a new glass of water with a single ice cube, and a fresh new washcloth folded to perfection. 

You giggled, noticing his attentiveness to detail. “Thank you, Bladie. I really appreciate all of this.” 

He sighed but didn’t argue when he heard that nickname. Thankfully, he did not take the ice cube out of your water and hand the glass to you lukewarm.

“You are so… You’re welcome,” he relented, replacing the damp towel on your forehead with a fresh and cold one. “Now, hurry up and recover.” 

“I’m trying,” you laughed, no longer annoyed by his impatience. “I’m sure I will, with you doting on me like this.”

“I don’t dote.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Bladie,” you sang softly, your eyes finally feeling heavy after drinking more water and relaxing your muscles with the help of the cool washcloth. “I’m finally getting sleepy…”

He nodded. “That’s good.” 

“Mhm,” you murmured, your voice drifting into a sleepy mumble. “‘M tired. Goodnight… Blade.” 

There was a long pause before you heard Blade’s response while you drifted off into a deep slumber. “Get well soon, Y/N.”

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Concentration Stakeout (Blade x Reader)

A/N: Sorry to my bestie who waited literal months for this

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, teasing, cockwarming, car sex, teasing, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.0k

Ask Box: Open

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You hated stakeout missions. They were a drag, and most of the time you were stuck with someone you hated. If things were in your favor, you'd be paired with Kafka. She would tell you stories, let you play on your phone, and let you get food. Or you'd get Silver Wolf who would play games with you. That would've been nice. But things were never in your favor.

Blade glared down at you, crossing his arms. He was the worst person to have a stakeout with. A nagging asshole. You turned away and didn't even bother to greet him. You just started walking out towards the car. Blade huffed and followed you without another word.

He was the hardest person to get along with. A gloomy, mopey, sorry excuse of a spy. It wasn't always like this. You two had gotten along until you had gotten drinks with him one night after a mission. One thing led to another and you were straddling him in the back of his car, making out. It didn't go much further before Blade had pushed you away and taken you home. He never mentioned it again. The thought of being stuck in a car with him, the very car of the incident, left your stomach curling.

"Get in." Blade had opened the passenger door to his sleek red convertible.

You nodded. "Thanks." 

The car still smelled the same. Clean leather with a hint of Blade's cologne. He got in the driver's seat and off you went. You had the file of the guy you were essentially stalking in your hands. Some nobody that was somehow connected to the Stellaron hunters. You didn't know nor did you care. You hated these missions and wished Elio would let you do something else. But "fate had other plans", as he would say. Whatever the fuck that meant. 

It was silent the whole way there. As Blade pulled into an inconspicuous spot, you threw the file down on the middle console. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes. If you were forced to be here, then you were going to take a nap. It probably would be a while until you would even spot someone.

"Stay awake." 

"I'm just resting my eyes."

"We're on a mission." His voice was quiet yet slightly annoyed. "Don't slack off."

You groaned and opened your eyes. "I'm not slacking off. I just don't want to be here with you."

"I know. Just don't let that get in the way of doing your job."

You mumbled an insult under your breath but kept your eyes open. It was easy for him. He could pretend like nothing happened. He wasn't as affected by it as you were. And it felt so unfair. You were left feeling unsatisfied. The most you had gotten was the memory of his lips against yours, his hands almost… You swallowed thickly. The car was suffocating you. You wanted to leave.

The more time passed, the more antsy you got. Blade was leaning his elbow on the door, his cheek resting in his hand. Stupid relaxed asshole. You let out a loud sigh. Next time, you would refuse to do any missions with him. It was pure torment. You let another sigh. Five minutes passed. And another sigh.

Blade looked over at you. "What's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong." You mumbled. 

"I don't." He looked like that was true. "Tell me."

You hesitated. It would be a pain to talk about this but it was better than stewing in silence. "My problem is that you just… act like nothing happened."

He raised his eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Seriously, Blade?" You shot him a glare. "You made out with me. We almost had sex before you just pushed me away. You didn't say a thing after."

"Neither did you."

"What was I supposed to say?! That I wanted you to continue? To finish the fucking job instead of leaving me imagining what it would be like to-"

You stopped talking and turned away. Your face turned a dark red. That wasn't what you wanted to do. You wanted to make him feel bad for just cutting you out. Not admit that you were imagining what it would be like to have sex with him. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. If you could run away, you would.

"You're terrible at this."

You only glanced at him before looking away again. "At what? Making you feel bad?"

"Concentrating."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. "So? It's not like you're doing any better."

He chuckled. "I am."

"You're not watching out for the target."

"I can talk to you and watch."

An idea started to form in your mind. "So you're saying you can do anything and still concentrate?"

"Yes."

"Wanna prove it?"

"What?"

You grinned. It was payback time. And maybe time to get what you wanted. You shifted in your seat. "Keep your eyes forward, Blade."

The only reaction to you unbuttoning his pants was his shoulders stiffening. You licked your lips as you leaned even more over the middle console. Your whole body was starting to heat up. You didn't want to take chances by making out with him and having him push you away. You wanted all of him and you wanted it now. You would get revenge and satisfaction all in one.

Your finger ran over his underwear, pressing against his hardening cock. Blade let out a small breath of air. His hands were clenched into fists. This is what you wanted. You pulled back and pushed down your pants and underwear. Blade's eyes went to your body, wide and filled with a hint of lust.

"Eyes on the prize, Blade." You grinned and moved his face back forward. "We're on a mission."

Two different missions. But a mission no less. Blade only let out a small grumble. You looked around outside. It was late into the evening, almost nighttime. The darkness of outside mixed with the dark tint of the windows meant no one would see inside. It was perfect. You awkwardly climbed over the middle before landing in his lap. A small sigh left you as his hard on pressed into you.

"That didn't take much work." You mumbled.

He scoffed and placed one hand on the small of your back. "Is this really necessary?"

"Completely. Are you staying focused?"

"Of course I am."

"Good. Let's see if you still can."

"What do you- fuck."

Blade's voice reverberated against your chest as you pulled down his boxers. His large cock sprang free. Fully hard. Looks like he has been thinking of you as well. You took the base in your hand. With a moan, you sank down onto him. You had to stop from letting out a louder moan. The stretch felt so good. You've been aching for him. Your fingers weren't enough. But this? God, this felt good.

"Damn, Blade." You leaned back slightly, your cheeks flushed. "You were really holding out, huh?"

"Shut it." His face was tinged red as well. His eyes moved over your face quickly.

"Mmh. Alright. I'll just move then-"

"Wait!"

One of his hands went to your hip to stop you from going any further. Your eyebrows furrowed. He better not be stopping you. You looked down at him. He was looking out the front window. Your gaze followed his. Of course. The target had to make his appearance right at this moment. Some fucking twist of fate that was.

"Blade, come on. I don't care about your concentration anymore. Just-"

“Stay still.” He breathed, his eyes glued to the target.

"But-"

"I said to stay still."

You hissed and buried your face in his neck. It was easy for him to say. Every time he shifted in the seat, you had to hold back a moan. His hand cradled the back of your head, his other wrapped around your waist. It’s been so long since you felt him in any type of capacity that you could feel your control slipping. 

Blade could sense it. “Easy. I’ll give you what you want as soon as he leaves.”

“He better leave soon.”

“Quiet.”

Blade took out his phone. He actually took out his phone while he was buried deep inside you. Fucking bastard. He started typing furiously. This was stupid. He was more concerned about the mission. Not about how badly you wanted him to move. You started to kiss at his neck to give yourself some relief. He didn’t react. 

“Damn you for smelling so good.” You mumbled. 

He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. You took the opportunity to bury your face in his neck. His cologne had a warm, spicy scent. It was almost intoxicating. You could feel your insides twitch. You didn’t know how much longer you could actually keep this up. 

After another minute of Blade messing around his phone, he tossed it aside. His hand immediately moved beneath the fabric of your shirt. His calloused fingers squeezed your side as he pulled you closer. His other hand cupped your face, his thumb running across your cheek. 

His voice was dark and quiet. “Are you okay?”

“Barely.” You muttered, almost sheepishly. “I can’t take it any longer.”

“Mmh.”

He didn’t say anything else. He just pulled you down and kissed you deeply before slowly rolling his hips up into yours. A sob almost left your lips. The pleasure almost made you melt, the tension finally leaving your body. Just the gentle grind of his hips was already clouding your mind. You didn't expect him to act this soft. But you didn't necessarily care either. You were too focused on the feeling of his cock hitting the deepest parts of you.

His lips moved softly yet urgently against yours. His hands had started to wander beneath your shirt and over your skin. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of his calloused touch. With every movement of his hips, you were pulled closer and closer to the edge. 

"I'm sorry." He mumbled against your lips.

"F-For what?" You didn't want him to stop kissing you.

"For stopping. For pretending like it didn't happen." 

"Huh?" Confusion hit you before you realized what he was talking about. "O-Oh. Right. It's fine."

"It's not. I should've-"

"Blade." You whined and nipped at his bottom lip. "We'll talk about it later when you're not fucking me."

Those words seemed to do something to him. His hips snapped upwards. "What if I want to fuck you again after this? In the backseat?"

"Then we'll talk after…" You couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

"And what if I want to fuck you when we get back?"

"When are you going to stop?"

"I might not."

"Fuck."

You couldn't focus anymore. Your nails clawed down his back. You wish he didn't have his shirt on so you could leave marks and admire them later. For now, you would be satisfied with marking him up by biting him. The feeling of your teeth had Blade groaning and moving faster. He leaned forward, one hand moving to the steering wheel to balance himself. The slightly new and deeper angle almost made you cum.

"C-Can't…" Blade squeezed his eyes shut. "Need to pull out."

You shook your head. "Do it."

"But a condom…"

"Don't care. Just do it."

Blade let out a string of curses as his hips stuttered. You felt spurts of hot cum hit deep inside of you. Your hips continued to move as you followed closely behind him. It was almost euphoric. Your eyes squeezed shut and you moaned out Blade's name almost like a reverent prayer. The pleasure seemed to pulse inside of you. Your hips slowed down until you were all tired out.

Blade leaned against the driver's seat. "Are you okay?"

"Perfect." You sighed and rested your cheek against his shoulder. "You won."

"Won what?"

"You stayed focused on the mission."

"Barely."

You snorted. "Just take the win."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "What's my prize?"

"Me."

"Perfect."

[aventurineswife]

Got a simple one for SAHSRAU

How would everyone react when they see the Creator have access to a omnipotent mech that can Get bigger with it practically dwarfing Universes + Their own Universe

(Inspiration from Gurren Lagann and Imma just it's absolute PEAK 🖐️😐🤚)

(also I wished I was joking about the mech dwarfing Universes but...

Holy shit I didn't know it can Grow that size..)

Okay first of all—bless you for invoking Gurren Lagann-level nonsense because YES. Absolutely yes. Giant mechs that casually dwarf galaxies and then go “we’re not done yet”? That’s the kind of divine, dimension-breaking energy the Creator absolutely should have in SAHSRAU. I support this.

That said, I only know the basics about Gurren Lagann (big mech, bigger drill, and bigger vibes), so apologies if I miss any deep lore nuances—Trailblazer (especially Caelus)

“Oh my stars... THEY’RE PILOTING THAT?!”

He’s either jaw-dropped in awe or immediately asking for a co-pilot seat. He sees the mech grow larger than galaxies and just goes, “...Can we park that somewhere?”

If you say it’s powered by "willpower" or some kind of emotional resonance, he absolutely starts hyping you up like a mech-hype-squad member:

“YOU’VE GOT THIS, CREATOR! BELIEVE IN THE ME THAT BELIEVES IN YOU THAT BELIEVES IN THE ME THAT BELIEVES—”

Welt

He stares silently for five minutes, sipping coffee, mentally recalculating every known law of reality and realizing none of it matters anymore. He ends with a soft:

“Well. That’s... deeply concerning.”

But also deeply impressed.

Dan Heng

Absolutely calm on the outside, screaming internally.

“Makes sense. They are the Creator.”

(He will not admit he’s impressed. But he is. He really is.)

Kafka

“Oh~ now that’s power.”

Totally unfazed. Probably flirting with you through the mech’s comms:

“So... is that thing single? Or do I need to talk to its pilot?”

10/10 wants to see what happens if she programs a dreamscape inside the cockpit.

Jing Yuan

Stares at the screen, sets down his tea, and says with grave sincerity:

“If the Creator ever turns against us, we are absolutely doomed.”

Then he asks politely if he can join the next battle, “just to see what it's like to be protected by something that can casually swat a planet like a fly.”

Phainon

He watches the mech grow beyond universes and just mutters:

“...I’m the crowned heir to an empire. And now I feel like a sock puppet.”

But secretly? He’s losing his mind at the spectacle. He definitely insists on training alongside it for “research purposes.”

Also: “What do you feed that thing?!”

Silver Wolf

She’s trying to mod it into HSR's code like her life depends on it.

“This shouldn’t exist. But it does. And now I need to play as it.”

Herta

Yells “GIVE ME THE BLUEPRINTS RIGHT NOW”

Wants to dissect the mech atom by atom. Is completely losing her mind over the idea that it can grow infinitely.

“WHERE IS THE SOURCE CODE?!”

Imagine a divine emergency broadcast—people across the universe staring at the skies as something impossibly massive blinks into view, eclipsing entire star systems. All the Aeons stop what they’re doing. Elio’s plan spontaneously rewrites itself. Screwllum drops his wrench. The IPC faints.

And you, the Creator, sitting inside your infinite-tier, dimension-dwarfing, physics-ignoring, galaxy-obliterating mech, holding a cup of hot chocolate and asking:

"Should I add rockets or wings next?"

[2hotwing]

You offer unlimited free readings. You aren't begging . You won't be clogging the tags. Everyone does it. And you're in dire need. Use the tags. - same anon

That’s fair :( thank you for even suggesting it and also giving me reassurance about it. I just don’t ever want to be seen as ungrateful or something? Like truthfully I’m ver insecure about how people perceive me online and don’t like coming across as rude or “bad” so HAJFBAKIDN

[blank-house]

Is the Rainy Day preview you posted of Jamie back in March still in the game? I think I'm cursed because I can't get it lol.

Unfortunately no— it was cut from the script

[starrydragoness]

Pairing: Blade x Fem!Reader

Content: soft cockwarming, minors/ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: wrote this for a friend like last year, so may not be that good like my new writing. Hope you enjoy this regardless!

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Mellow sighs of the wind washed over your bare back while your chest was kept warm, pressed up against his own. His bandaged hand had rubbed up and down your back countless times in the last hour or so that you two decided to use for a more intimate reprieve. This would be the first mission the two of you were sent on that was just the two of you, and having completed the main objective and the overall mission, the two of you found that you had quite some time left to indulge in more selfish desires.  It was that period of time where Blade was at the peak of pure exhaustion, barely standing atop his own feet as he rounded up the mission and concluded that the mission was over with and Elio's script was left empty until the next "play". You could see it in his eyes and the way his tone was like a rusted knife, yet none of its harshness was directed towards you.

Why would it? You are the only thing helping him live through this day, and the next, and the next after that. He had no way of thanking you for all of it, even if the reprieve of it all was always short lived. So he tries to remain in the moment of the current time, with you so warmly pressed up against him, his cock buried in your warm, welcoming cunt and his mind at an ease. He'd occasionally grind up against you, only to send a warm buzz of pleasure up both of you before going still again.

The static buzz of pain still remained in his mind but it was so distant and far away that he barely even took notice of it as he relished in the hands that brushed through his locks. His head was tilted back, neck supported by the cushions and pillows that made him feel warm for once. You have kissed his neck repeatedly over the span of the last hour, showering him in the soft and gentle kisses that he could drown in. His hand would cramp every now and then, causing his motions to halt and for him to wince - prompting you to ask each and every time whether he was okay. And he was, he told you that. His lashes fluttering open to greet you in the warmth they still managed to retain over the years of hell he survived in. Then after another moment he’d bring his hand up to your nape, bandaged fingers gently massaging before applying more pressure so you’d lean in closer, close until your lips could press softly against one another. The kiss lingers, and he repeats the motions languidly a few more times until he feels like your worries got quelled for the time being, and then his hand returns to your body, massaging your hip and sliding up and down your back in slow circles. 

And when you'd buck against him he'd make it a point to keep you still, wishing, needing to hear you whine and plead and scold him to let you move to chase your high.

It was only a matter of time until he lost his senses and pounded you into the mattress.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

You know, what would Firefly think of a s/o who has the G-Gundam or Armored Core mech?

(H:SR) Firefly with an overdramatic S/O

I spent the last 2 hours writing for this piece, only to realize it was exceeding 2.5k words so I'm drafting that and scaling this back down because I got WAY too carried away. But enough of that!

LET'S GET THINGS STARTED! GUNDAM FIGHT, READDYYYYYY...GOOOOOOOOO!

Firefly has met some strange people in her life so far. There were the Stellaron Hunters, the people of Penacony, the Astral Express Crew, and countless more.

Even if they seemed fine on the surface, any extended period of time spent witht hem would prove that they would be unhinged in some capacity. But in this vast galaxy, of course they would be! Who wouldn't?

Firefly couldn't deny she had some strange qualities herself, and yet nothing could prepare her to meet the King/Queen of Hearts.

And absolutely nothing in this universe could have told her that she would have fallen in love with this person.

Firefly was inside her own suit as she watched her S/O first enter that colorful mech of theirs, kicking and punching rapidly as their transformation finished.

What stunned her the most was that people just watched it happen.

Upon realizing that she was SAM, most people immediately went for their guns or tried to stop her in some capacity.

Then again, they were probably stunned by the yelling and grunting S/O was doing as they performed some honestly pretty admirable martial arts skills.

And before anyone could react, S/O lunged forward with their right hand burning.

(S/O) "ERUPTING, BURNING, FIIIIIIIIINGEEEEEEEEEEEEER!-"

To which those admirable skills turn into something horrifying, as their robotic fist suddenly grabbed someone's torso, lifted them into the air.

(S/O) "AND NOW, HEAT END!"

Firefly watched with a mixture of curiosity and terror as the guard they had grabbed suddenly exploded, without any warning or even any way to trigger that explosion as far as her suit could tell.

S/O seemingly could just detonate whatever object they grabbed after screaming their signature move on command.

(Firefly) "If I can ask, how exactly can you do that?"

(S/O) "Hah! It is a secret technique from the Undefeated of the East! The School of Master Asia! However, of all the people I have met in this world, I believe you could master it as I did!"

She couldn't deny that their moves were effective, and honestly it'd be great if her suit could recreate their devastation.

But...did she really have to scream out their moves?

And much to her embarassment, yes she would.

In the worst way possible: In front of all the other Stellaron Hunters.

It was during the climax of their first mission together, S/O and Firefly had traveled together for nearly half a year as friends, usually on their own and sometimes joined by other companions.

The two had developed feelings, but Firefly was too conscious of her identity as a Stellaron Hunter and Elio's script, and S/O was never good at speaking their mind, always thinking with their fist first.

But after an argument, Firefly felt guilty and charged off to defeat their final quarry alone, causing her suit to get heavily damaged, with S/O rushing in just in time to save her.

...

(S/O) "FIREFLYYYYY!"

S/O's suit flew down next to Firefly's, one hand propping her back up as they shook her.

(S/O) "Firefly...Can you hear me?"

(Firefly) "...S/O?"

Her suit's hand grabbed theirs, yet S/O took that moment to phase out of his suit, much to her confusion.

(S/O) "I don't need you to answer just...hear me out...When you told me that your mission with me was part of your script...I was angry, yes but...it doesn't matter."

Firefly's suit phased out promptly with S/O's, letting her wide-eyed expression be seen fully.

Truth be told, she was actually fine, better than S/O, she had suffered much worse than this, but decided to stay quiet.

(S/O) "Did you seriously think that I would hate you when you told me who you were? About your mission?"

(Firefly) "I...I didn't want to lie to you, S/O. You had told me everything about you and I...-"

S/O shook their head, gently standing her up finally, both their hair drifting along the wind, ashes from the fires below them slowly scattering into the air-

WAIT, THE MONSTER-

Firefly's eyes turned to the corner, seeing the monster-...

...Patiently waiting? It was literally standing a few dozen meters away, towering over them and not doing anything as S/O continued to spill their heart out.

(S/O) "Do you remember what I said before we fought? That once this mission was over, I wanted to talk to you about something?"

Firefly's attention was brought back to S/O, who held both her hands tightly as their soft expression made them her only focus.

(S/O) "I'm a person who's ill at ease and only knows how to fight. That's why it's been hard for me to say this...Honestly, I...I...!"

S/O clenched their fist, just as the fires around them surged even higher, the heat escaping both their notice as her heart skipped a beat.

(S/O) "I LOVE YOU! I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!"

At that very moment, both their suits came back on as the flames swirled, as if moved and empowered by S/O's confession.

The absurdity of this situation was ignored by Firefly, who only shed a single tear, her guilt being replaced by overwhelming love and determination.

Though unknown to her at that moment, Silver Wolf, Kafka, Blade, and even Elio was watching from the sideline.

(Kafka) "So, was this cheesy love story in the script too?"

(Elio) "All I could see was that The King/Queen of Hearts would be an ally. I said and saw absolutely nothing about...whatever this is."

(Silver Wolf) "Maybe it's a secret romance route?"

(Blade) "Why did the monster stop attacking them midway...?"

As if on cue, the monster lunged forward to attack, though the Stellaron Hunters saw S/O and Firefly step into motion, still inside their mechs.

Both their hands were still held together, facing outwards as if ready to tango.

(Elio) "...What are they?-"

(S/O & Firefly) "THESE HANDS OF OURS ARE BURNING RED!"

Instead of Sam's voice coming through the mech, it was entirely her own, loud and clear with her S/O.

She didn't have time to think how ridiculous they looked, Firefly was too caught up in the moment with them.

Letting go for a split moment, they both extended their fist outwards.

(S/O) "THEIR LOUD CRY TELLS US-"

(Firefly) "TO GRASP HAPPINESS!"

The wings on S/O's suit flared out as a glowing halo appeared behind them, while Firefly's entered Complete Combustion, the suit's visor flipping up as energy wings shot out from her back.

Instead of actually using their weapons, Firefly and S/O got into position to tango dance once again, with a heart of pure energy forming behind them.

(S/O & Firefly)

"SEKIHA LOVE LOVE TENKYOKEN!"

With their furthest arms, they both motioned together outwards and to the monster, the heart that had formed behind them turning into a physical projectile, which was still heart-shaped somehow, through the chest of the beast.

(Kafka) "...Oh my god.-"

(Blade) "This is asinine.-"

(Silver Wolf) "This is cringe."

With their fists raised high and hands burning red, the two flew off into the sky as explosions erupted from the massive, comical, heart shaped hole in the monster, a final detonation setting the trees ablaze, the two mechanized lovers leaving a pink trail behind them.

Which was impressive, given that Firefly's thruster colors were typically blue in that mode.

Later on, Firefly would get teased by Kafka and Silver Wolf about their whole "love" technique being able to destroy monsters.

Meanwhile Elio and Blade tried to forget they even saw the whole affair.

[yumeren]

fraying. ── .✦ blade. 🙦 You are well-behaved with everyone but Blade. Kafka calls this habit of yours charming. Blade does not agree. cw: weird dynamic. reader is a pervert but not prepared to reap the consequences of it. arguably unnegotiated kink wrt attempts at goading someone into fearplay

Infrequently, Kafka would indulge you—Blade suspected this was her effort to cultivate bad habits in you, for reasons known only to Kafka—and you would be allowed to join a field mission. You did not engage in any field work, nor would you ever. You would trail dutifully after either Silver Wolf or Kafka, peering over the former’s shoulder to give unasked for opinions on Silver Wolf’s choice of entertainment.

With Kafka, you were obedient as a dog, and twice as eager to please. You’d begged and pleaded to be allowed an electric lighter only to preen when Kafka held your face in one hand and told you: “You’re too cute to carry such a thing.” She plainly meant you were too stupid, but this necessarily meant you could not pick up on the sentiment yourself. She’d blown air into your face, smiling at your fluttering lashes, and said cigarettes were a bad habit the Stellaron Hunters would not expose you to.

On these missions, Blade went because Kafka instructed him to. She’d tapped her chin, pretending to think, and decided, “It’s more fun when you take them home, don’t you think? I don’t want our prize to run off.”

That was what Kafka called you—our prize. You were not especially terrible, but you were not particularly worth trouble, either. Blade wanted no part of it. Kafka could play with her food as she liked; he would remain focused on his promised end.

(Somewhere, buried in a spiderweb of memories interwoven with spider lilies and ginkgo leaves, Kafka had put a hand on her hip and feigned offense. “What? You don’t think our prize is cute?”

You were bundled up in a blanket, eyes closed and in a deep sleep. You looked frail and breakable. You did not even notice Silver Wolf’s legs thrown over yours or her noise of disgust at Kafka’s question.

Blade had no memory of this.)

You heeded Silver Wolf’s directives. When Firefly linked her arm through yours, you followed without complaint. Though you had yet to meet Elio, it was likely you would find yourself compelled to adhere to his wishes as everyone did. Blade did not care for the specifics of your stay with the Stellaron Hunters, but you did not act like a prisoner.

Unless you were left alone with Blade.

“Make sure to look after our prize,” Kafka had said, ruffling your hair. You smiled sweetly at the attention, watching with the same lovestruck eyes all others regarded Kafka with. She had business; feeling sorry for you, she’d brought you along to the unremarkable citadel to window shop and aimlessly wander. You and Silver Wolf still could not be trusted with Kafka’s card, but she had promised to buy you whatever you liked if you behaved.

You always behaved. It was uncanny, the degree to which you fawned.

But then: Kafka waved with a sultry bye-bye, boarding her transport with Silver Wolf, and Blade was your sole guardian.

You pivoted on your heel to peer up at him. “Are you having a good day?” you asked, the lovesick look melting from your face.

“What does it matter?” He entertained your question to end the conversation before it could begin.

It was Blade’s hypothesis that you recognized you could not manipulate him as you tried the other Stellaron Hunters. You were wasting your time trying to manipulate Kafka, which was likely why she was so endeared to you, but he did not demean himself to playing along with whatever your scheme was. Even if true, it obviously was no concern to Elio. Blade merely tired of your front.

“Well,” you said, deliberately rolling the word around your mouth as you wandered a half-circle about him. “I’m curious! What makes a good day for you?”

Blade stared silently down at you.

Undeterred, you brought a hand up to fiddle with your clothes. “There’s got to be something you enjoy, right? You’re always so”—you paused to scowl theatrically, pausing as if to accommodate a laugh he would not offer, “—but there must be something you prefer.”

“Silence,” Blade offered meaningfully.

“You don’t mind the girls talking to you,” you said.

He said nothing, content to freeze you out. You continued to gaze up at him thoughtfully, fingers curling and flexing. You were plainly plotting an escape route, eyes shifting briefly to regard beyond his shoulder before returning to his face. Blade was accustomed to this routine of yours. He allowed you time to think up implausible ideas, intervening only when your breathing quickened and your pupils dilated. Your tells were not subtle.

“Bladie,” you said, possessing enough self-preservation to take a half-step back at the name. “How come you always chase me when I run?”

The question was inane. He chased because you ran. You were a pest, certainly, but Kafka enjoyed you and so he would not let you run off. Blade saw past the intended distraction—you really were terrible at this game—and extended a hand to close around your elbow as you tried to bolt in another direction; in his hold, you only managed to stumble and lose your footing. Blade’s grip kept you from falling flat on your face.

You made one perfunctory pull against him before going limp. Dead weight. Lucky you. Blade watched you without sympathy.

Blinking up at him, you whined, “You’re hurting me.”

Insufferable. He adjusted you so you were no longer had your weight pull against your arm, though he knew better than to let you go. He did loosen his grip, though; you were fragile, liable to break at the slightest pressure. “There,” he said flatly.

“If I didn’t know better,” you said, any traces of complaint disappearing from your voice, “I’d say you like hurting me.”

Blade supposed it was likely you’d suffered irreparable brain damage. You had scarcely any self-preservation and even less common sense.

Still: though a pest, he took no delight in your suffering, real or imagined. There was no price you ought to pay. You were so helpless it seemed unnecessary to inflict misery upon you. He waited out your tantrum. Silver Wolf would put some device in your hands; Kafka would coo at you and encourage such troublesome behavior.

Kafka was not here to reward your behavior. Blade used his hand around your elbow to turn you around, then put his other hand lightly at the back of your neck. Your shoulders shot up and your spine went rigid; he could feel the anxious rabbit of your pulse against his thumb. What compelled you to prod at trouble if you would only freeze at its arrival? You were fortunate to be swept up by Kafka.

“Enough of this,” Blade said. You shook at the sound of his voice; drawing upon distant muscle memory, he softly kneaded the skin of your neck beneath his hand. There were knots of muscle there. So your body did carry the stress you ignored.

He would have to suggest Kafka take better care of you. You could so easily break.

“Hey,” you squeaked, “don’t squeeze!”

Blade forced his hand to go lax.

He, too, would have to treat you more carefully.

[bitter-me]

Shanti

Blade | M. Reader

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"I’ve got the perfect job for you, so come and follow me."

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Blade remembers the day he officially joined the Stellaron Hunters all too clear.

It was a day he could never forget.

"Oh? a new merchandise?"

The man said with his head slightly tilted. He looks at Blade with full interest in his eyes like someone eyeing an item at an auction, a "merchandise" he said.

The man welcomed him with open arms.

There never was an instance where he would lash out in frustration or annoyance. He always has a confident smile on his face, he never voices any of his negative emotions as if he's someone who's working in an industry. A customer service smile always plastered on his face. Day in day out.

After a few days, Blade would rather call him a merchant rather than a Stellaron Hunter. His behavior speaks for itself. He even speaks with merchants as if he's one of them and is sharing stories and advice he learned in his journey.

That got him wondering.

How could this "merchant" be a Stellaron Hunter? It confuses him to no end, someone so warm like that doing something like this? It's quite questionable. That is... Until he was partnered with the man on a mission.

That man... That once merchant-like man who always has a confident smile.. Shows his true colors...

He sees everyone and everything as nothing but items. He showed it repeatedly like how he said. "If it's alive, it’s a customer. If it's dead, it's merchandise."

He didn't even bother to call them with a more fitting word. He just straight up calls them "it." They're all nothing but customers and merchandise to him.

"No flaws, no waste, it’s a business of buying and selling." He said with a wide grin on his face. 'It's merely business. So no hard feelings right?' That's probably what crosses his mind every time he is given a mission by Elio. People are nothing but items in an auction to him as he raised the bid, it just goes to show how valuable you are to him as an item. The higher the bid.. the more valuable you are to him..

"Night in Aurum Alley never sleeps. It's all my turf!"

"So you’re selling blood, makes sense."

"Shut up and sit down. Punch them. Tie them up. Dismember them."

Such words are said with the sweetest and softest voice you'll ever hear, it's like honey, and you can't help but do what he says.

It works like a charm.

How could a man like this posses such a honey-like voice? Such a cursed man...

.

.

"Oh Bladie~"

"What."

[Name] only smiles at Blade's response, aside from Kafka, he is the only one that can call him "Bladie" and the man clearly took pride in it. "Oh nothing~" The man looks at Blade and eyed him up and down as he opens his mouth to say something Blade already cut him off. "No." "But I haven't say anything!"

Blade glances at the other as if he's silently judging him. "You've asked the question many times already."

"Which is?"

"Come work for me."

[Name] groans at Blade's response, that was so not him! He didn't just say it like that, who did he think he is? A barbarian? Where's all the other sweet honeyed words? "I did not say that."

"It's the point of it." "How harsh~"

Blade remain silent as [Name] continues to pester him. This is an everyday thing to him. If not for the fact that [Name] is a valuable member he might have killed him long ago.

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"Hello Mr. [Name], I see you got a new "merchandise"... is it---" "My apologies, but he's not for sale."

"He's a merchandise meant for me and me alone~ and I don't like customers who takes what's not theirs~ do anything funny and you'll be my next merchandise."

"Don't worry~ I heard a coat rack out of bones sells well in an auction~"

[heartlyvampzz]

❝𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.❞ —- ft. blade

– cws: blood, slight gore (a large gash on readers leg, not described), some mentioned violence, possible ooc blade wc: 731 , platonic/fluff , gn reader

You step through the door with Kafka at your side, helping you walk due to the gash on your right thigh. You two had just come back from a grueling mission Elio had sent you two on and while Kafka came out unscathed, you were caught off guard and got severely wounded.

Kafka sighs as she sits you on the couch, still putting pressure on the wound with a cloth so the bleeding would hopefully cease. She chuckled a bit and you look to her with slight confusion on your face. “Bladie won't be very happy about this,” She says as she leaves the pressure holding to you to stand up. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Um.. with all due respect, Miss Kafka, but I think he could give two shits less about the teenage Stellaron Hunter,” you reply. Kafka looks back at you and laughs again, patting you on the head with her clean hand as she starts to walk away to get the needed supplies to help your wound, looking back at you.

“He cares more about you than you'd think, [name]. You are our youngest member, after all,” she smiles before disappearing.

You groan at the agonizing pain of the gash, not caring about the blood dripping onto the couch, and not noticing Blade walk in. He stops walking and hums, getting your attention. “Oh, Blade, what are you—” you don't get to finish as Blade walks over, shooing your hand away and kneels down in front of you, letting him put the pressure on your thigh.

“What the hell happened, [name],” he asks, though rather roughly in contrast to the gentleness he has towards your wound. It confuses you, but you answer nonetheless.

“Me and Kafka were out on a mission and the opponent managed to snag their weapon on my leg.. obviously..” you explain. “But they were dealt with, so no need to worry,” you quickly add, seeing the hardened glare in Blade's eyes as you had explained the events.

“Mmm.. well that's good,” he grumbles, shifting his hands a bit to be able to see the wound and how bad it is. He was now sitting on his knees as he analyzed the gash.

It was then when Kafka came back with the necessary items and she just smiled as she stopped beside the couch. You two look at her and Blade hums again, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes as if to silently ask ‘what are you doing here.’

“Well, I see that Bladie is taking care of you now, so I'll leave this here,” Kafka says as she puts the utilities on the table and then walks away. She looks back at you and stops in the doorway as Blade moves to get the things on the table and gives you a ‘told you so’ look with a wink.

After he lets you wrap your own leg — so that you can make it comfortable for yourself — he does check to make sure it's on tight enough. You then try to stand but pain shoots through your leg, and you stumble and wince as you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. You look up and see the stoic face of Blade as he sits you back down.

“Stay here,” was all he said before sitting down next to you. Your leg was still in agonizing pain so you obliged, kneeling over yourself to try and ease the pain with furrowed brows, pursed lips and eyes closed.

You feel Blade put his hand on your shoulder again, placing your head gently where his shoulder and neck meet. Too exhausted to complain or say that he doesn't need to do this, you settle down and fall into a much needed slumber.

Your face eases up and Blade keeps his hand on your shoulder and making sure you don't hurt your leg while sleeping, looking at you with a softened expression (as soft as it could get at least).

You thought that Blade didn't really care for anyone — let alone you — but even the toughest of people have their favorite person it seems.

♱ —- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: reupload from my old blog ^_^ still rlly proud of this. one of my best works to date I think!! revised it just a bit to make it a little better :33

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