#it makes the night skies feel a bit more precious in a way? :')

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Miracle Creator's Chapter 139

TLDR; Choi Han and Choi Jung Soo spar. Lots of monologue and poetry from CH. Lonely CJS.

Soos? LSH = ✅ CJS = ✅

Choi Han vs Choi Jung Soo FINALLY! WE GET A CHAPTER WHERE THESE TWO FINALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER! q(≧▽≦q)

CJS was a bit hesitant at first, while CH took the lead and challenged CJS with the classic line, "Come."

Cale warned the two that if they fought halfheartedly, or he was not satisfied with it, he would make them spar all night long. CJS screamed in protest, but Cale would not hear it. 🤣🤣🤣 Meanwhile, LSH was giggling again as if he found the scene funny.

About their spar, it was the typical fight scene with lots of metaphors and descriptive poetry about swords, dragons, etc. The chapter ended without a clear winner. Not sure if the spar was over. I guess it will be up to Cale if he would make the two repeat the spar.

Cale's Worried About Toonka?! This part made me laugh. 😂Since most of their group were present to watch the fight (except for the people from the Good and Evil Factions), Cale recalled Toonka who was hanging out with the Evil Faction people.

He was thinking that he did not have to worry about Toonka because the latter was tough, and then... Cale was horrified at the realization that he was worried about Toonka. 🤣🤣🤣 Come on, Cale. Stop denying that you consider Toonka a close friend too...

Choi Han's Thoughts This is the chapter where CH talked the most. Most of the chapter was from his perspective as he talked to CJS while they were fighting.

To list his thoughts:

He knew that CJS was actually stronger than him (and hiding it)

CJS's white yong (dragon) was more precise and beautiful now than the one he saw in CJS's memory

That CJS was lonely, and it reflected on CJS's swordsmanship

That there was no one to protect CJS

That CJS was faking his smiles

That the book CJS gave him was not the Heavenly Sword book, but a book CJS himself wrote

That CJS was aiming for something - he did not want to become a yong that ascended the skies, but wanted to tear the sky and become the sky itself

That CJS had some unknown goal

CH did not want to learn the Heavenly Sword. He preferred to do it his own way

He wanted to protect the land and people precious to him

Lonely Choi Jung Soo CJS has always been portrayed as this cheerful character, but today, we learn that he was lonely. Incredibly lonely that it was even reflected in his sword. ಥ_ಥ

I guess after his close teammates died, CJS had to do a lot of things alone. LSH was not always present with him because LSH had reincarnated.

And CH realized that. As CJS's uncle, CH offered that if CJS did not achieve his objective in the end, he could "come" to CH, and CH would protect him. Awww.... (┬┬﹏┬┬)

In the end, CJS accepted the offer, and both of them smiled. The end. . . . No, seriously, the chapter ended with that. 😂 We'll have to wait for Wednesday to see a continuation of their interaction.

Ending Remarks Overall, I am incredibly satisfied with this chapter. One of the things that this murim arc was lacking was a fight scene, and today, we properly got one. CH saw some character development too, and we got a glimpse of CJS's true feelings. Hopefully, this would continue in the next chapter.

[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; what it’s like dating yu darvish!

pairing! boyfriend!yu x fem!reader.

warnings! detailed mentions of sexual activities.

yu. precious, pretty, handsome, funny, and very sweet yu would be the most perfect boyfriend! a boyfriend that you dreamed of. a boyfriend that you didn’t think you have a year or two prior before meeting him. he was definitely a dream come true.

yu loves cooking so you’re always fed with him! which means he cooks for you and cooks anything you’d like or request. he wants to make sure you’re eating well! that’s extremely important to him and at times his “did you eat?” will bother you but he does it because he cares so much about you.

he loves touching, which means he’ll want to be touching your hands, thighs, waist, shoulders, hair, or knee. soft and random touches is what he likes the most and you definitely don’t mind them. those touches from his large hands make you feel safe.

yu will grab ahold of your face when kissing you or wanting to kiss you. when he comes home from a game or practice? the first thing he’ll do is grab ahold of your face and pull you close to him and kiss your lips repeatedly! or sometimes he gets a bit aggressive and wants more with and from you.

“hi sweetheart, I ordered you a bouquet of flowers. what do you think? I ordered all your favorites.”

yu will definitely surprise you at random times. those surprises are either a romantic dinner night, flowers and chocolates with a small sticky note attached, or a random day off that you weren’t aware of to spend the entire day with you and only you. he’ll want to be in bed with you a lot that day.

“darling? what would you like for dinner? I’m cooking tonight you don’t need to worry about it.”

yu won’t ask for sex, he’ll be a bit sneaky with it and what I mean by that is.. he’ll purposely tease you until you can’t take it anymore and give into what he wants. or—you’ll get the yu that directly tells you that he’s in the mood and needs you which is the yu that you like a lot but don’t say.

walks in the park or downtown with the dogs! he loves spending this time with you and the dogs the most. he’ll hold your hand tightly or keep an arm around your waist or shoulder to keep you close to him while you both enjoy the fresh air and clear skies. the weather he always enjoys the most.

sex with yu is always a bit adventurous. he’s allowed you to open up to him about things you might want to try now or in the near future and he’s okay with them. one thing he loves the most is his curly hair being pulled on and when I say this.. I mean it. he loves it so much it turns him on.

yu will ask you to pull on his hair and you’ll be able to watch the way his eyes roll back from the pleasure he’s getting from you pulling on his pretty soft locks. most of the time it motivates him to fuck your better and rougher especially if you like that.

yu’s moans are heavenly. they are deep and raspy and he’ll be in your ear a lot moaning, groaning, and sometimes even whimpering. he has a thing for biting and sucking down on your neck when he’s about to orgasm which you never mind, especially when he leaves very small dark marks.

beach dates! yu loves going to the beach with you. he’ll tease and act as if he’s going to push you in the water but never does because he knows how upset you’d be with him. instead! he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around while giggling softly in your ear and pressing a few kisses to your cheek, neck, or shoulder which you love.

yu is very affectionate and sometimes will be shy and flustered which you have always found to be so adorable. he’ll shake his head and turn away from you so you can’t see his big smile or laugh showing that he’s a bit flustered by what you said to him.

“I’m coming home from practice a bit early today, would you like to have a late lunch date with me?”

“you look so pretty princess. how’d I seduce you?”

yu would enjoy showering with you. in the early morning or late at night he didn’t mind, he just loved being close with you and being able to help you shower after a long day of work or school.

though, he also really enjoyed taking baths with you. he’d light a few candles that smelled delicious and get the water to a perfect temp and have you lay again his chest while he brushed your hair back and whispered to you about how his day went or asked you about your day and what you did while he was gone at practice. random kisses involved.

he’d tell everyone on the team about you and talk about you just a bit too much where even the players themselves would know so much about you because yu just never shut up about you which was really sweet. once you found out about him never shutting up, you fell in more love with him.

yu would tell you he loved you almost all the time, especially when he’s at home with you. he’d remind you that he loved you and how much he missed you the other day while he was gone for most of the day because of practice. he’d also show it but he loved to tell you sweet things that helped you.

yu enjoyed being a dominant. big time. he loved to tell you what to do but in a way that wasn’t controlling nor toxic of course. especially in the bedroom where he’d tell you to get on your knees and pleasure him the way he liked it or sit on his lap and tell him how much you enjoy taking his cock. he was very vocal and aggressive at times in the best way possible. which you never complained.

[zuvluguu]

Can we acknowledge the importance of darkness in our journey towards consciousness and spiritual awakening? And stop seeing darkness as a problem but more as an opportunity? To finally understand that without that darkness, none of this world we see would exist?

I am always fascinated and troubled by the stereotype of darkness as inherently sinister in modern cultures. Cultures globally have long venerated the light as an ideal of goodness and purity (think of the white virgin) while unfairly banishing darkness to the realm of malevolence and fear. Yet, from a shamanic and ancient perspective, to truly understand the nature of existence, we must dive into inquiries both into light and darkness, seen and unseen, conscious and unconscious, uncovering the intrinsic beauty and wisdom contained therein.

It is fair to assume that our ancestors, observing the ceaseless interchange of day and night, sought comfort in the sun's embrace and mistrusted that which they couldn't see at night and where prey animals and dangers were more present. Fear was an intuitive response to perceived threats that loomed unseen. But the realm of darkness offers far more than the fear of the unknown. Once we move past inherited fears and societal constructs, we can begin to perceive this realm's profound wisdom.

It is clear that we are fascinated by the fire that we domesticated, yet experience an even more profound awe for the dark, starry night skies. At least for me, I feel way more connected and close to the Great Mystery in the dark forest at night, even if my fear arises strongly, than when I am watching a beautiful summer day sky.

Also, is it not evident that we are designed to sleep, going into "nothingness" daily, to heal, restore, rest, and rebirth? Biology needs that darkness and invisible realms to keep us alive. Trees need the hidden life in the dark soil to thrive. Babies need nine precious months in the dark womb to be created. The universe from which we are born contains 85% of dark matter, meaning only 15% of all matter is "normal matter." Indeed, we are designed similarly, with the subconscious processing 27,500 times more data than the Conscious Mind. To say it another way, the brain takes in 11 million bits of data per second, but the conscious mind can only process around 400 of those bits.

So yes, darkness is shrouded in mystery - where unseen, unprocessed emotions and forgotten memories reside, expressions of the human condition that remain hidden in the subconscious. Often, these are those painful traumas, frozen and well protected, becoming invisible burdens we carry and generating the defense and aggressive patterns of division, aggression, hate, anger, and wars.

For anyone who has gone through deep healing, you know it requires a courageous plunge into this darkness, for enlightenment demands that we cast light onto the unseen, the shadowy, and the overlooked. It means making the unconscious conscious and exploring the depths of our psyche to understand and process these hidden emotions and memories.

In shamanic language, we refer to this healing journey as entering the UkuPacha, a realm in Andean cosmology associated with Mother Earth, represented by the snake and the color red, which symbolizes the Earth's blood and ours. Here, we confront our unseen traumas and unprocessed emotions, momentarily living the paradox of being both the subject and object of our healing. We are both the troubled and the healer, birthing a transformative process - much like a snake, reborn and invigorated, having shed its old, restrictive skin.

Embedded within these nocturnal narratives of the universe, a seed's journey beneath the soil, a fetus developing in the nurturing darkness of the womb, is a profound lesson: darkness is integral to creation and growth. It is a metaphorical realm wherein we encounter and reconcile our buried traumas. Ancestors' wisdom echoes - our healing and transformation begin in the embrace of darkness, opening the path to awakening.

Whenever I contemplated my relationship with darkness and the unseen, challenged inherited stereotypes, and disrupted learned fears, I started to recognize its pivotal role in creation, new beginnings, and, most critically, healing.

Darkness will always reveal profound truths if we dare to journey into its depths, not just on an individual level but also as a collective.

When we see troubled individuals, systems, or collective behaviors, when we hit internal pain, there is always an important question to ask:

What unseen legacies, hidden within our own individual and collective subconscious, await our courageous dive into the darkness?

How might our life and societies transform if we embarked on the path of making the unconscious conscious, of trying to explore where those root of darkness started?

The ancient, the mystics, the sage, the shamans always quested in that direction. I feel it is time we remember where to find the answers and new ways we need more than ever to awaken from this broken dream.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.8 KILLYOU,AGAIN By Mukami Azusa Mini Drama “My Only Light is Right Here”

Original title: たったひとつの光はここに

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 8 Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: Since it has been a while since I played MB, I was a bit shocked by just how much Azusa has changed compared to his debut. Now he’s mostly a precious cinnamon roll and while his love for pain does still resurface every now and then, he has come a long way. I am glad they went into that direction, however, because I never quite liked how he would beg the MC to harm him. :’’) While I’ve never seen him as boyfriend material, he is the character who triggers my ‘MUST PROTECT’ mode the most. 

*Knock knock*

“...Who’s there?”

You answer.

“Ah...That voice...Eve, it’s you, isn’t it? The door’s unlocked...so come on in.”

You enter Azusa’s room.

“What’s wrong...? What brings you here so late at night?”

You explain.

“You came here...because you couldn’t sleep? ...I see. Hey...Come a little closer? Right next to me...”

You approach.

*Rustle*

“Don’t worry...I wasn’t asleep just yet either...I was thinking of you, you see.”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Uu...Haah...My friends underneath the bandages are very lively today...That’s why I’ve been...keeping still all day.”

*Rustle*

“Hey...Check this out. The bandages are drenched in blood...They must be so happy to see you...I can feel them aching.”

You frown.

“Say...Can I hug you...? ...You don’t mind, do you? If I wrap my arms tightly around you...I’d be able to feel you here with me even more clearly... I’m sure it’d open up the wounds even more...It should feel...amazing...!”

You seem hesitant, not wanting him to be pain.

“Eh? I...can’t...? ...I’m sorry, I can’t even if you say that. I simply can’t hold back.”

Azusa embraces you.

*Rustle*

“There...Gotcha. By doing this...See? You can’t move at all...You can try and fight back if you’d like...I don’t mind if you hit me or push me away...”

You refuse.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Eve...? You don’t want to...? But why...?”

*Rustle*

“Uu...Ah...My wounds are bleeding again because you moved...”

You offer to change his bandages.

“Eh? Why would you...change the bandages? They’re so beautiful...dyed in blood...”

You explain.

“Mm...I understand. If you insist, go ahead. ...I’m sure my friends will understand...that I had no other choice but to listen to your request.”

*Rustle*

“Right? You guys? ...The fresh bandages are...”

He points towards the back of the room.

“Inside the cupboard in the back of the room. ...I’m pretty sure that’s where I stashed them away.”

You move to look for the bandages.

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

*Rustle rustle*

“How nice...”

You raise your head.

“Ah...Sorry for disturbing you...But I was just thinking...how nice your hands looked while unwrapping the bandages. It gives me this warm feeling inside...similar to how I felt when gazing up at the skyー the blue skies. ...No matter how far I extend my arms, I’ll never be able to touch the sky but...I can grab your hands...just like this.”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Why did you withdraw them...? You haven’t even finished...applying the fresh bandages...”

*Rustle*

“Show me...More...I’m begging you...”

You start wrapping a fresh bandage around his arm.

“...Haah...This really is so nice...Makes me want to touch you even more...Hey? Can I have a small sip of your blood...while we’re like this...? I promise that I won’t get in the way of your work...”

Azusa leans in close.

“From your nape...Like this...”

He bites you.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...No, you can’t...Don’t stop your actions...Continue...”

You frown.

“It looks pretty...So I want to keep watching...Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Ah...My bad...”

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hah...Haah, haah...Nnh...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Hah. Haah...”

*Rustle*

“I’m sorry...I promised I wouldn’t get in your way but...I can’t...I want more of your blood...Haah...I want you...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Ah...Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...Haah...Hey...I’m begging you...Give me your hand...”

Azusa grabs hold of your hand.

*Rustle*

“Let me suck from your fingertip as well...”

He bites your fingertip.

“Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Rustle*

“Hah...! ...Ah...The bite marks are very pretty but...I’ll lick the wound for you, okay?”

He licks the wound.

“Nn...”

*Rustle*

“Hah...I like the shape of your fingers...Just watching them doesn’t do it for me...Nor does simply sucking your blood...Not even running my tongue across like this to confirm the shape is enough to satisfy me...Nn...”

*Rustle*

“...What should I do? It’s rough that nothing can give me that sense of fulfillment...I had no idea a pain like this existed...”

You remain quiet.

“...And you are the only one who hurts me in this way...That’s why...You’re not allowed to leave...okay? Please continue to make me suffer...forever...”

ーー THE END ーー

[imoonf1]

BEFORE YOU GO [E.H]

Summary: When Erling signs the contract with Manchester City you know that his will not last much longer and that leaves you with that summertime sadness.

Open request!!

Masterlist

Pairing: Erling Haaland x F! Reader

Warning: just a bit sad :(

I got my red dress on tonight, the one he likes so much, we are dancing in the dark, reflecting our faces in the pale moonlight, the way he looks at me makes me feel like a beauty queen, leaving me feeling like it might be the last time, my heels are off leaving me much shorter than him, I would love for this dance to be an endless dance, but I feel it in the air, this is going to break me, celebrating something that doesn't really make me happy, but makes him happy, is that selfish? Maybe it is, but I don't want him far.

🌼

The day I found out that Manchester City had made an offer for Erling I was very happy for him, at that moment I didn't think of us, only of him, he was about to get what he wanted so much, playing in a big club, what we had talked about so much on those nights we couldn't sleep, that night we celebrate only us, crusing down the coast going by 99, I had him by my side, I believed that if I died that night, I would die happy.

Not more than a month later Erling had signed with the club and we would spend the last moments of the summer together before he flies to Manchester, I wanted to enjoy every moment, but at the same time that I felt that happiness that I felt when I was with him, I was suffering inside, pretending that I wasn't broken, mentally preparing myself for that hard farewell at the airport, I had never liked summer and he knew it, but I wanted this summer to have no end, i didn't want a summertime sadness.

🌼

The night before his trip we were both in the room we shared, while he arranged his suitcase.

"I think I'll miss you forever Erl" I said softly and he instantly turned to me

"I will miss you very much too, but in the meantime we can make video calls, send messages, you can visit me and I when I have days off I will come, you will hardly even feel that I am not there" the warmth that his hands transmitted to my face and his eyes were going to be one of the things I was going to miss the most about him, as well as the stars miss the sun in the morning skies "I love you so much hon" he said as he kissed my face with small kisses and hugged as hard as never before, not only was I suffering after all.

🌼

We were at the airport with some friends and family waiting for Erling's flight, you felt so many different sensations, she was anguished by the farewell, happy about her future, insecure about the time in which we were not going to see each other, nervous, see him say goodbye to his friends leaving me for the end, the moment for which I had been preparing was going to come, and just when I thought I was ready my insides collapsed, seeing him approach me gave me a feeling of pain, something that I never thought would happen, I didn't want him to go away.

"I think the time has come, this makes me so nervous" as he grabbed my hands and with his arm he pulled me closer in a hug.

"i will miss you so much" not being able to say anything else while my voice trembled "Please don't do this to me, I can't leave knowing you're crying, we'll be fine" I backed away a bit so I could look at him, just a bit more before he's gone "Can I ask you something?" while I tried to stop myself from crying anymore "whatever baby"

"Kiss me hard before you go" giving him a small smile as he approached me and gave me the feeling that I was going to miss the most in all this time, even if it was something as silly as a kiss, for me it was something so precious, when we parted they called him so he could get on the plane

"Before I go I want you to know something, that baby you are the best" Giving me one last kiss and a big hug, I was left with only a feeling of emptiness and I felt that the summer sadness from which I had escaped so much was coming.

[zedastorm]

The beginning. (pt. 1)

A downpour.

Chilling rain bit into her like ice as she trudged on.

How long had she walked? How many miles did she go? She couldn't remember much. Just biting cold, a ship, rocking and then just walking. She could remember more but she was so tired, so cold, nothing was coming to mind.

But, as she thought it wouldn't end, the skies slowly cleared and a warm sun warmed her renewing her strength to keep going.

More long hours pass. Exhausted and broken she sat by a tree and gave into the demand to sleep.

--------

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"Do you remember anything?"

"Bits and pieces."

"Okay. Let's start there."

Y/n looked at the two men questioning her not knowing who to trust. She could feel that these two weren't ordinary. One, had an interesting look to him. His hair was swept in a way that looked like he had hound ears, kind of cute except for the piercing blue eyes. His name is Wriothesley, not spelled at all how Y/n would have spelled it. He seemed curious but alert, watching her every move as he occasionally sipped his tea. Possibly the one acting as bad cop but ultimately just looking like a puppy? The other fellow, he seemed like a perfect gentleman, someone she'd only seen in a movie. He was taller than her that's for sure. His white hair with blue stripes held back in a little bow and he had a lock of hair pinned off to the side? Neuvillette was his name and he held himself with high regards it seemed. He was the good cop if this was what the two were playing.

Y/n reflected about the two as they waited for her to begin. Where could she begin? They wouldn't believe her. She closed her eyes remembering her last precious memory. A party. People were laughing, singing, drinking and having all sorts of fun. It was a dark night with a full moon and Y/n hadn't had much to drink, just a little something to relax but parties wore her out and she bid farewell to the group before going home. The last thing she remembered from that reality was a loud horn and bright lights, a scream too maybe? Either way when she woke up she was happy to be in a hospital until she learned it wasn't, this place was a lab and that was where the nightmare began.

Y/n gripped onto her arm as her head lowered so she could hide her pain. She opened her mouth to speak and only choked on her words as reality finally hit her. She'd survived a trauma and woke up in a place very far from home with people who would think she'd gone mad if she told them. Her mind was spiraling when a gentle hand rested on her shoulder making her look up.

"Neuvillette." Wriothesley seemed shocked with the others actions.

"It's alright." The man spoke softly. "Go slow and tell us what you went through. We won't judge you for what has happened." Neuvillette said to comfort Y/n.

Y/n nodded wiping away the stray tears that had escaped her and did her best to calm herself. "I'll tell you but it's going to sound crazy." She began with a shaky voice before telling them her story. Her world, the memories, the lab, all of it she told.

Just writing a little story for entertainment. Will be adding more parts soon. If you have ideas please feel free to suggest. I'm simply writing something for fun and thought a little story would be amusing. Nothing plot related to genshin will be put here as spoilers are no fun and I'm not caught up in game play. This is just me writing from what I know of the characters and because I love the idea Neuvillette slowly getting attached to someone who isn't from Teyvat.

[hopesangelsprite]

FREAKY FRIDAY

(A/N): Hello my precious people!! This will be a JJK smut story. Here are the warnings: Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Bondage Kink, Overstimulation, Manhandling (if you squint), Breeding kink. As usual, read up to the ⚠warning⚠ if this makes you uncomfortable! Enjoy <3

I never considered myself to be a cowardly person. Almost nothing could make me scared or afraid to close my eyes... almost nothing. It was a slow Friday night when it happened. All of my classes and assignments were complete, and my professors had been merciful enough to give all of their students a weekend off from the stressful work we'd been doing all week. Instead of going out to party like everyone else, I decided to stay in my dorm and play video games. Don't judge me.

The day had been tiresome with all the last minute working and organizing going on on campus. The air had taken a nice chill as fall was beginning to manifest more. All the leaves were pretty shades of golden orange and red, and the nights were clear with star-littered skies. It was evident that October was here.

(A/N: ♏ SCORPIO SEASON BITCHES ♏ )

 It was about 10:00 pm when a knock sounded at my dorm door which was rare considering I didn't socialize much. I paused my gaming and set aside my controller before leaving my room to answer the persistent knocking. I opened the door to find my roommate Jungkook standing in the hallway with an awkward smile. I stared at him blankly before stepping to the side and letting him in. He offered me a bashful chuckle and said, "Sorry, I kinda left my keys here. Thanks for letting me in!". I muttered, "No problem.", before turning and walking away without another word spoken.

My roommate and I weren't all that close. Jungkook was kind, considerate, and unnecessarily good-looking. He was incredibly intimidating as well. We spoke here and there whenever the two of us were in the dorm at the same time, but I made it my business not to bother him too much. I was never good at talking with people I was attracted to anyways.

"Why aren't you out having fun like everyone else tonight?", he called as I began walking back into my room. I stopped and turned to see him coming out of the kitchen with a small bottle of banana milk in his large hands. "I don't like crowds or people if I'm being honest. I know it sounds rude, but being around lots of people makes me feel drained.", I explained quietly to which he hummed with an understanding nod. "I know how you feel. I was supposed to be going to a party at Tae's tonight, but there were way too many people.", he started after taking a sip of sweet drink, "I figured that I'd come back here and watch a few movies. Maybe even convince my roommate to watch with me?". I froze for a second at what he was suggesting. I was being given an opportunity to spend time with my crush for 2+ hours... in a dimly lit room. Just the thought of such a situation made me nervous, but the hope in Jungkook's eyes was enough to make me give in.

"Sure, that sounds cool.", I agreed with a little smile. Jungkook cheered and ran towards his room. I chuckled a bit in confusion as he came back to beam at me from the hallway. "Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes! Dress comfortably!", he demanded before running back to his room. I shook my head as I entered my own room and walked to my closet. Although I was nervous, I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit happy. Hopefully, this was a good idea!

*TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY JIMIN JUST BECAUSE -*

This was a horrible idea. It was one of the worse fucking ideas in the history of ideas I'd ever had. When Jungkook had invited me to his room to watch movies, I'd assumed he wanted to watch Marvel movies or an anime, but I was wrong. He'd chosen three horror movies for the two of us to watch... in the dark.

As stated before, almost nothing could scare me. The only exception was horror movies. I didn't have the stomach for it. So when he told me what we were watching, I thought about faking illness or something to get out of our little movie night. Then I saw how happy and excited he was sitting on his bed surrounded by blankets and various pillows. I reluctantly swallowed my fears and moved to sit next to him. A few minutes later the first movie began.

It didn't get bad until the second half of the movie. The killer was chasing the main protagonist in the dark, and it was obvious someone was about to die. The scene was like any other gore-filled horror movie murder, but I still found myself hiding in the blanket burrito I had wrapped myself in. With a little bit of effort and bravery, I was able to make it look like I wasn't scared out of my mind. Jungkook didn't look fazed at all, it actually looked like he was laughing a little. The second movie was ten times more terrifying than the first. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he'd set them up to get progressively scarier.

(A/N: In all seriousness, I feel like he'd do some shit like this lol)

By the time half of the movie had passed, I was trying not to flinch too much. I stared into the screen too afraid to close my eyes or look away. I pulled my blanket tighter around me and tried to breathe a little when I realized I was holding my breath. "Dude, are you okay?", Jungkook asked after glancing at me. I shrugged not trusting my voice at the moment. He paused the movie and pulled the blanket off of my head to look at me.

"You look terrified!", the dark haired boy exclaimed before breaking into a fit of laughter. I glared at him and huffed before scooting away from him. "Rude.", I muttered while turning away. It wasn't my fault he chose unreasonably scary movies. Jungkook laughed a little bit more and pulled me into a tight back hug. Heat began spreading through my body as I stared at his toned, tattooed arms wrapped around my body. "I'm sorry for laughing at you, love. You just looked so cute all scared like that!", he hummed while squeezing me tightly. More unnatural warmth washed over me and I found my pout melting into a small smile. "I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight because of you, you know.", I complained with an annoyed eye roll.

⚠ WARNING: SMUT AHEAD, CONTENTS MAY BE HOT!! ⚠

Jungkook chuckled and dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder. "I think I can help with that.", he whispered and I frowned a bit in confusion. After a few moments of trying to figure out what he was talking about, realization settled within me. "Go on, I'm listening.", I said cooly despite my rapidly beating heart. He lifted his head to place a kiss underneath my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Why listen when you can feel?", he purred in a dark tone. A shaky breath escaped me and I grew warmer.

"Then what are you waiting for? Show me.", I said quietly as his hands began to roam underneath my hoodie. Jungkook clicked his tongue before planting a kiss at the base of my neck. "Such an impatient little thing, aren't you. In this room, you only get what you want if you say please.", he informed me while tugging at the waistband of the shorts I was wearing. I stopped myself from making a smart comment when his fingertips grazed a sensitive spot on my stomach. "Please... please show me.", I begrudgingly pleaded as he started to litter my neck with more kisses.

He made a noise of satisfaction before finally pushing past the waistband of my shorts and underwear. I shivered at the slight friction between his rough hands and my soft skin. "You know,", he mused while separating my legs with his own, "These walls are very thin.". I hummed wondering what he was talking about. "They're so thin that I can hear the pathetic way you whimper my name in your sleep. What do I do in your dreams to make you sound so needy and weak?", he asked and a wave of embarrassment crashed over me. As I tried to think of a way to explain myself, Jungkook's fingers moved to knead the sensitive button beneath my underwear. A soft mewl escaped my lips and my eyes widened.

I quickly brought my hand up to cover my mouth, but he stopped me before I could. "Don't go quiet on me now, darling. Say my name the way you did a few nights ago.", he ordered and quickened the pace of his skilled touch. I whimpered and squirmed at the familiar feeling building in the pit of my stomach. "K-kookie please!", I moaned earning a dark chuckle from him. Jungkook lifted his free hand and brought it up to grasp the sides of my neck. He squeezed and released my throat a couple of times while whispering filthy words into my ears. The tension in my stomach grew closer and closer to breaking with every desire and wish he spoke of fulfilling.

Just as the coil within me was about to snap, a loud knock echoed through the house from the living room. I gasped and reached to grab Jungkook's wrist but he slapped my hand away. He quickened the pace of his fingers again, this time applying pressure to my sensitive cunt. I squealed and he moved his hand from my throat to my mouth and muffled the sound. "Not a fucking word, you understand me?", he growled quietly to which I nodded.

Another round of knocking came followed by the sound of one of his friends calling his name, but my focus was no longer on who was at the door. I bit my lip in a weak attempt to quiet the sounds threatening to escape me. Jungkook just chuckled and pressed harder. "You're so fragile it's sickening. I'm going to enjoy breaking you over and over again.", he hissed and the coil finally snapped. I screamed into his hands as the orgasm that had been building up hit me harder than I expected. Instead of stopping and allowing me to collect myself, he pressed even harder.

I writhed and squirmed in a weak attempt to escape the sweet torture he was subjecting me to. My legs shook as he forced them further apart to explore more of me. I whimpered as another orgasm washed over me. Tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of my eyes as stars clouded my vision. "Oh no, are you crying? You poor thing, such a pitiful little whore.", he teased with fake empathy, "Maybe I should move my hand and let whoever's at the door hear how much you like my fingers in your worthless cunt.". My eyes widened and I shook my head before leaning back against his shoulder to look up at him with pleading his eyes.

My weak gaze was met with the cold, wicked eyes of a sadist. Jungkook glanced toward his closed-door before moving his hand from my face. I shut my mouth and steadied my breathing before shakily exhaling. "Don't worry, they should be gone by now. If they aren't, they're gonna get an earful.", he said as he slipped his other hand out of my shorts. His fingers were coated with a clear, sticky liquid and I looked away in embarrassment knowing that I was the cause of it. "Stop acting shy and open up.", he commanded while bringing his hand to face. I hesitated a moment before parting my lips allowing his fingers entrance to my mouth.

Two of his digits were roughly shoved into my mouth and I gagged a little bit. There was a sweet taste on my tongue that I soon realized was the taste of me. "I'd love to make you gag more, but I'm afraid I'll have to take a raincheck.", he purred as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and put them into his own. He hummed at the taste and released his fingers with a pop. "Sweet, just like you!", he chirped as he booped my nose.

Jungkook rolled his shoulders before shoving me onto my back. I sat up on my forearms and watched curiously as he began untying the strings of his sweatpants. Once he was finished, he leaned over to open his nightstand. From the dark drawer, he pulled out a long strip of black velvet and held it in front of my face. "Wanna try something new?", he inquired with a quirk of his pierced brow. I nodded with heavy enthusiasm and offered him my wrists. He took my hands and carefully began to tie them together. "You dirty little bitch,", he teased as he secured my wrists to his headboard, "but you're my dirty little bitch!". With that, he tilted my chin upward with his thumb and forefinger to kiss me gently.

He broke the kiss and leaned back to tug at my shorts. I lifted my hips and allowed him to pull them off along with my underwear. Once they were off, he tossed them over his shoulder and onto the floor. A few moments later he'd rid himself of his clothes as well. I tilted my head to take in the wonder in front of me. "What are you staring at, love? Something you like?", he asked while raking his fingers through his hair. "Perfection.", I answered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled a bit before pushing my legs apart and lining himself up at my entrance. "Don't think flattery's gonna stop me from fucking you brainless. The compliment is much appreciated, though." he spoke quietly before slowly pushing himself inside me.

I hissed at the almost painful stretch and pulled at my restraints. Kookie leaned down to catch my lips in a soft kiss as he continued to fill me up. Soon, he'd bottomed out and allowed me some time to adjust to the intrusion. "Ready?", he asked after a second or two. I nodded and took in a breathe. Slowly, he pulled out and rolled his hips forward. I moaned softly at the slow drag of his member against my walls and lifted my hips to meet him halfway. "Eager aren't we.", he purred with a soft hiss. He groaned and gripped the back of my thigh creating tiny crescents in my flesh with his fingernails.

With every roll of his hips, I became a little more breathless and a lot needier. A string of weak whimpers and moans escaped me as he pushed my legs further apart and toward my chest. "You're taking me so well, baby! You look so pretty and helpless underneath me.", Jungkook moaned and began thrusting faster, "I think I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up and keep you tied to me. You'd like that wouldn't you?". All I could do was whimper and nod while choking back moans. He'd set in at a bruising pace with enough force to shake my body. The only thing keeping me from hitting my head on the headboard was his hand around my neck.

"Please, Kookie, please!", I managed to mewl out through ragged breaths. Whether I was begging him to slow down or speed up, I had no clue. The only thing on my mind was the blissful feeling of him abusing my G-spot. Jungkook cursed under his breath before grabbing my leg and placing it on his shoulder. With a devious look in his eyes, he let go of my throat and dragged his fingertips down my chest to the hem of the hoodie I was still wearing. Nimble fingers pushed the fabric of my hoodie up until it was gathered at my chin. I winced at the cool air against my bare chest and Jungkook groaned at the sight of my bouncing tits.

I cried out and arched my chest into his hands as he began to explore the expanse of it. "You shouldn't hide things from me, doll. I don't like you keeping secrets.", he grunted while flicking my nipples between his fingers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I lazily babbled promises never to hide anything from him ever again. That same tension in my stomach from before began to build again as Jungkook's hand settled on my lower stomach and pressed down. A broken sob escaped my lips as he began to rub fast circles on my already sensitive clit. I gripped the velvet that was binding my wrists together and shut my eyes as the coil inside me snapped a thousand times harder than before. "C-cumming! Fuck- can't take it - too much!! PLEASE!!", I wailed desperately as my walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck.", Jungkook hissed through clenched teeth at the warm, wet feeling gripping his member. He whimpered softly as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck. His hips stuttered once, then twice before he came undone in thick, white ropes. The room was quiet save for the heavy breathing between us as he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside me. "Holy fucking shit!", he chuckled out while reaching up and untying the velvet strip and freeing my hands. Once they were free, I stretched and rolled over to cuddle into his side. Jungkook cooed and wrapped me in a tight hug before kissing my forehead.

(A/N: SMUT IS OVER!!)

"You did so well, princess! I'm so proud of you.", he whispered sweetly. I looked up to find his eyes filled with warmth and a soft smile on his face. I tilted my head up to kiss his chin and mutter, "I'm proud of you, too.", just loud enough for him to hear it. We laid together in peaceful silence until Jungkook pulled away and sat up. "Come on, let's get a shower and some food before we both pass out.", he said and I hummed in agreement as I made my way towards the bathroom. "And if you're up for it we can get a headstart on round two.", he drawled causing me to stumble and nearly fall over. Jungkook caught me and laughed. I rolled my eyes and put my arm over his shoulder to steady myself before reaching to pinch his side. "I was just kidding, love! I wasn't being serious..", he teased as he picked me up bridal style.

"Or was I~"

THE END

(A/N:) LAWD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL THIS SMUT IS SO LONNGGGGG!! Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this story ! Please remember to like, share, reblog, and comment your thoughts and fave parts. Also, take care of yourselves and feed and hydrate yourselves properly. I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH <333

Peace ✌🏿.

[lanistas]

lead me home, my shooting star (Maura x Eyk, light and soft smut; Eyk sees Maura as his north star, his axis, and his lighthouse guiding him to safety)

[I was writing this fic waiting for season 2 announcement, and now... I’m crying, you guys... Anyways, this is officially a ‘screw you, Netflix’ fic now, hope you still enjoy]

also on ao3

His dreams are plagued by fire. Night after night, he is the victim and he is the arsonist, he is the mad and he is the grieving, perishing in the catastrophe of his own making. His wife, a woman caught up in her own demons, her eyes blank and unmoving when she lights a match and throws it at him, flames licking at his face and his boots and the rich carpet under his feet. His daughters, his darling girls, too young and innocent to deserve any of this, too scared and paralyzed to escape. Nina, his sweet, precious Nina, with ribbons in her hair and sadness in her voice, her lullaby cutting him so deep that he bleeds and bleeds and bleeds until there is nothing left of him.

Nights like these are no surprise to Eyk anymore, and each time he wakes up with a gasp, choking on his ragged breaths and clenching his fists, his palms sticky with sweat. Each time he curses and trembles. Each time he reaches for the bottle. He drinks, gulps, alcohol burning his throat until he doesn’t feel anything at all, until he collapses on the bed and can barely keep his eyes open because of intoxication.

At least when he is dead drunk, the fire in his dreams doesn’t scorch his skin. At least in his drunken stupor he cannot hear his family screaming in pain.

* * * 

Sometimes Eyk wonders if he is, quite frankly, a shitty captain. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he is doing, because he does, years of training and decades of experience making sure of that. Yet sometimes, more often than he’d like, he doubts his state of mind, as sleep deprivation kicks in and as he inevitably reaches for a flask in his pocket. His head throbs, because it’s been weeks since he slept properly, and drinking… well, it helps a little. Not that he is proud of it, but if alcohol is what makes him pass out at night and stay awake during the day, he is not the one to question it.

Drinking doesn’t leave him much time for “captaining”, but he is not the one to question that either, even though his crew looks at him funny more and more often.

His new ship, The Kerberos, is a wonder. Gracefully gliding across the waves towards their faraway destination, she is a beauty and a beast in one. He marvels at the ship, wants to do her justice, but the way his limbs hurt after too many restless nights is a lot to handle, and Eyk suspects his crew might be better suited for the job after all.

He needs some air. And he needs it now. He is pretty sure they’ll manage on the bridge without him.

It’s chilly and foggy outside, but at least Eyk can take a deep breath, close his eyes and have a drink that he’s been dying to have for the last two hours. A week. Less than a week even - and they’ll see the shores of America. New land. New possibilities. Perhaps his nightmares won’t be able to reach him there.

A sound catches his attention. Someone runs up the stairs from down below where the third-class passengers are, and Eyk hears light footsteps, as this mysterious someone (who is not even supposed to be here, who do they think they are?) crosses the deck and stops, leaning on the rails. Eyk turns around to see what the commotion is about - and his breath hitches.

There’s a woman. Eyk doesn’t see her face, but by the way her shoulders are shaking he can guess that she is in some kind of distress. A part of him wants to stroll towards her and ask what the hell she was doing down there, while another part of his brain, the part that Eyk fears might be a little bit insane after all, short circuits - because the woman in front of him glows against the clouds, her red hair a stark contrast to the grey skies above. Eyk shakes his head, swallows, closes his eyes. When he opens them again, the illusion is gone, and the woman in front of him is once again just another human being and not some otherworldly creature descended from the stars.

He still approaches her slowly and very carefully, just in case.

(He vows to stop drinking for at least a couple of days.)

“Haben Sie sich verlaufen?” he asks, and he knows that he startled her (“I didn’t see you there,” she answers, and her voice sounds strangely familiar), understands that this is a rather peculiar situation, yet he cannot stop staring at her as she recognises the captain in him, as she defies his rules and refuses to follow the order of things.

He stares, and he smiles, and when she smiles back at him (the smallest of smiles, but a smile nonetheless) Eyk feels like he’s just started assembling a jigsaw puzzle, and the first puzzle piece has miraculously gotten into place.

* * *

He learns her name from the rumours surrounding her. A woman who studied medicine, travelling alone, not particularly talkative and rather aloof. Miss Franklin. Maura Franklin. 

Learning her name, finding her on the deck when everyone else is having dinner, talking to her about the depth of the ocean and the mysteries of the universe - all this feels like a missing piece that he’s finally found, and Eyk can’t shake the feeling that no matter what or who they’ll find on The Prometheus Maura is going to be there with him every step of the way. 

He is drawn to her, as if mesmerised by her gravitational pull, and the way her hand rests on his forearm, the way she caresses his wrist is the only thing making sense when nothing else around them does.

He trusts her. He confides in her. They question everything, they investigate, and they share the burden of insanity together, trying to solve this bizarre predicament that they’ve found themselves in.

He almost kisses her twice, and with each passing day being close to her and not tracing her delicate features with his calloused fingers is a challenge that’s testing all of his resolve. 

* * *  

Seemingly endless days on The Kerberos, filled with questions and theories and half-formed guesses - this he can deal with. Nights, however… still, not so much. How foolish he was, to hope that confusion and exhaustion of his crazy days would chase his nightmares away.

In his dreams he is still covered in ashes from head to toe, can still taste soot and misery on his tongue. The only thing that changes is that now Maura is by his side, watching as his house collapses and burns down completely. Eyk reaches for her, and his hand goes right through her, as if she herself is an apparition about to disappear if he dares to blink.

Eyk is scared. His nightmares never scared him like that.

Maura’s head turns in his direction, her neck snapping unnaturally. “Haben Sie sich verlaufen?” she asks, time and time again, her voice mechanical and lifeless, and Eyk covers his ears to get rid of the sound.

“No… no… stop. Maura! Why is this happening? No…”

“Haben Sie sich verlaufen?... Haben Sie sich verlaufen?... Eyk…Eyk! Wake up!”

He wakes up because someone is holding him by the shoulders, pushing him into the mattress. An intruder. Eyk’s first instinct is to grab his assailant’s wrists. He doesn’t like it when people startle him when he is most vulnerable. His attacker winces, but Eyk doesn’t loosen his grip. It takes his eyes several seconds to adjust to the surrounding darkness, and when Eyk sees who it is that he is holding, her blue eyes open wide, staring at him in fear, he lets go immediately.

Maura Franklin moves away from his bedside, rubbing at her wrists.

“Miss Franklin?” Eyk sits up in his bed, confused. Has he forgotten to lock the door? “You are… here.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” she starts explaining, and Eyk feels relief washing over him when he hears her voice, so different from the eerie voice that she had in his dream. “I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk, and then I heard…” her eyes dart from his face to the floor. “I thought you were in pain, so I came in, and you were restless. You could’ve hurt yourself.” 

Eyk gets out of bed, and she stops talking and finally looks at him. He moves closer to her, one unsure step at a time.

“Forgive me, miss Franklin,” Eyk says, rubbing his neck. “I don’t like being startled. I thought you were… well, not you.”

“Yes, of course,” Maura breathes out, crossing her arms in front of her. She looks Eyk over, doctor mode activated, scanning for any problem or injury. “You were having a bad dream.”

They are standing so close, enveloped by darkness, and it’s only natural for Eyk to reach out and squeeze her shoulder. She is solid and warm, and his hand travels down her arm and up again, her presence grounding him to reality.

“Yes,” he says, his eyes locked on her lips. “I have nightmares sometimes. My family is there. My wife. My children. And I cannot do anything for them.”

He is a moon in her orbit, leaning in, unable to look away. Her face is barely a few inches away from his, and their breaths mingle as the distance between them becomes almost non-existent, but suddenly Maura flinches and draws back a little. 

“I’m sorry,” Maura says, shaking her head. “I’d better go.”

“No,” he doesn’t let go, cannot let her go, needs proof that she won’t turn into ashes and smoke and disappear. “Please. Stay.”

Maura hesitates, but doesn’t push him away.

“It’s late. And it’s dark.”

“I know,” Eyk says. “And you are… You are the light. My light. Maura…”

For a moment neither of them speaks. Not a sound, not even a breath. Just silence, heavy with a realisation that scares them both. Maura traces his forearms, holds on to him as tightly as Eyk is holding on to her. They look at each other, their eyes betraying the storm within their hearts, and in her ocean eyes Eyk sees the truth as clear as day.

His lighthouse leading his battle-worn ship into a safe harbour. His north star, his axis, and his home. Maura. It’s her. No one but her.

“Ich gehör’ dir, nur dir allein,” Eyk whispers, cupping Maura’s cheeks and caressing her skin, leaning down to press his forehead to hers. His eyes are closed as he breathes her in, her proximity torturous and intoxicating, and he feels lines forming in between her eyebrows as she frowns in confusion. Eyk knows Maura doesn’t understand his words, but he hopes that she can guess the meaning, that she knows that at this very moment he wants her so badly that he crashes and burns with the intensity of his desire. 

Eyk searches for courage to close the final distance between them, but Maura surprises him once again as she beats him to it, kissing his eyelids and his cheeks. She stops at the corner of his lips, and in almost a euphoric haze Eyk realises that she is waiting for him to take the next step.

He tilts his head, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss without any hesitation.

Maura tastes like sweet air on a warm day in early autumn. Like happiness. Like home.

They undress each other in a hurry, his shirt and her blouse, his trousers and her skirt (which turns out to be trousers as well, and he smiles when he kisses her temple, because of course she would wear something like that), his and her undergarments, until they are completely naked, free to touch, to stroke, and to feel. 

There’s no need to hurry now, when he hugs her tightly, presses her into his chest, relishing the way her bare skin feels against his. His fingers tread through her hair, scratching the back of her head, and he feels her shivering as her kisses start a sloppy trail up his neck.

He is in no hurry at all, but if Maura continues sucking on his pulse point like that, he won’t last long.

“Miss Franklin,” he utters, trying to keep his tone serious, scolding and teasing her with unnecessary formality. Maura pulls away from him to look him in the eyes.

“Captain,” she plays along, and he smirks. How he managed to lure this brilliant woman into his embrace is beyond him. He kisses her deeply, the need for her singing in his veins, and Maura moans into his mouth.

Bed. Now. Or else he’s just going to push her up against the wall and take her, chivalry and decency completely forgotten.

They are a mess, stumbling and almost falling, but after a moment of clumsiness Eyk leads Maura to his bed, lays her down on rumpled sheets and covers her body with his own.

Maura Franklin underneath him, her lips swollen from his kisses and her red hair tousled on his pillow in disarray, is a vision. His phoenix in the making, the promise of rebirth hidden in the valley between her breasts.

When he finally enters her, she gasps, and they fit like lock and key as he moves in and out, finding the angle and the pace that quickens her breath and makes her eyes roll with pleasure. Eyk rocks into her, listening to her every moan, feeling her muscles tightening around him. It’s both too much and not enough, because he wants their bodies to meld and become one, he wishes to never let go of her ever again.

Like shooting stars, falling at unimaginable speed, they collide and they explode, a supernova washing over them. Eyk makes sure that Maura finds her release first, and the way she moans his name into his ear when she comes is enough to pull him into the abyss with her seconds later.

* * *  

It’s a very warm evening for the middle of September, and Eyk yawns and rubs his eyes, trying to stop himself from falling into slumber. They’ve been working non-stop for several hours, and the fact that Maura Franklin, a workaholic who doesn’t know when to quit, is his superior on this project is a cruel joke. He is tired. He is too old for this. He wants to go home.

“Can this wait until tomorrow?”

“No, it can not,” she tosses her words at him without even looking in his direction, too focused on some schematics in front of her.

Eyk huffs and stretches in his chair. Nope, his brain is on overload. No way is he going to stare at codes and digits for a minute longer.

He can stare at her instead.

They’ve been working together for three months, and Eyk figured out he likes watching Maura work. She purses her lips when she is lost in thought. She traces sketches and diagrams with her long fingers when she tries to understand what and how to improve. She mutters words under her breath when she tries to figure stuff out. 

It’s almost endearing. 

Also, the strands of her hair sometimes fall out of her complicated updo, and Eyk has caught himself thinking of tucking a loose lock behind her ear more times than he is comfortable to admit.

It’s not endearing. It’s infuriating.

“Stop staring at me,” Maura says, and Eyk shakes his head. Shit.

“Wasn’t staring.”

“Uh-huh,” Maura finally looks at him, and he fakes a yawn. He read somewhere that yawns are contagious. Maybe he can trick her into thinking she is exhausted and sleep-deprived.

Maura has none of it, crossing her arms.

“Look, I know you find me difficult, but let’s at least check these calculations, and I’ll be out of your hair until tomorrow, okay?”

“Das ist nicht wahr. Ich hab’ dich wirklich gern, weißt du das?”

“I have literally no idea what you’ve just said.”

“It’s elementary German, miss Franklin.”

“No, it is not! And don’t you “miss Franklin” me, Eyk Larsen. We have less than a week to finish these blueprints, and we are not leaving until we check this one section over here!”

Maura closes her eyes and rubs the bridge of her nose. Yep, she’s tired. High and mighty Maura Franklin is only human after all. Eyk smirks a little and scoots over to where she is sitting.

“Fine,” he says, admitting defeat. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”

* * *  

When Eyk wakes up, Maura’s head is nestled in the crook of his neck, and her skin is soft and warm under his fingertips as he absentmindedly traces lazy patterns across her bare back. It’s still the middle of the night. They must have slept for barely more than an hour, but Eyk can’t remember the last time he felt this refreshed after definitely-less-than-normal-amount-of-sleep.

Maura stirs and lets out a breath that tickles his collarbone. Eyk watches her as she opens her eyes, a bit disoriented at first, but the moment she tilts her chin up and finds his gaze, she smiles at him softly, and Eyk cannot help kissing her on the forehead.

“Any bad dreams this time?” Maura asks, her hand drawing tiny circles on his chest.

“No, liebling,” Eyk whispers, burying his nose in her hair. “Dreamt of you, actually. A strange dream. But pleasant.”

Maura chuckles. “Haven’t you had enough of me during the day?”

“Never,” he answers, capturing her lips. Maura deepens the kiss, and Eyk is happy to oblige. When they break apart, he holds her closer, his arms encircling her in a warm embrace.

They are real. They are finally complete.

“I need to go,” Maura murmurs into his chest, planting slow kisses right above his heart.

“Do you now?”

“Yes. I have to return to my cabin.”

Eyk sighs. He knows she is right. There are so many rumours surrounding both of them, they don’t need to add more fuel for anyone’s wild imagination. It’s reasonable to part while everyone on the ship is still asleep, to find each other in the morning and exchange simple pleasantries, as if tonight hasn’t interwoven their very souls. 

Eyk kind of hates being reasonable right now, but he lets Maura slip out of his arms, albeit reluctantly. He is too tired to get up, so he quietly watches her as she puts on her clothes and pins her hair up, leaving a couple of strands falling around her face. When she’s done, she sits on the edge of his bed and bends down to give him a kiss, and Eyk caresses Maura’s neck and sucks on her bottom lip, drawing a soft moan out of her. He hugs her, drunk on the smell of her all around him.

“Promise me this will still be real when morning comes,” he asks of her, begging the universe to grant him this one wish.

“I promise,” Maura answers, kissing him on the temple when they part.

When she leaves, Eyk collapses back on the bed, sleep overtaking him in a matter of seconds. This time he dreams of astrolabes, of stars and milky ways, and of a red-headed phoenix singing to him and calling him home.

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4- don’t pass out

This story is a bit reference heavy, so just let me know if there’s things you’ve got questions on. Or read the masterlists if you wish lol.

On the days where the skies were clear and the sun was the strongest, Corwin often found he was busy back at the ranch house. Somehow those were always the days when the barn needed to be restocked and the porch needed repair. Somehow the backbreaking, painstaking work in the sun was left to those who had no choice in the matter.

At the current moment they had taken precious moments to hide beneath some shade, trying to gather their strength back before returning to the cattle. Frustratingly, that meant they had to join Dylan, who had been supervising from the shade since late morning.

“You don’t look so good, Blondy,” he teased, jutting out his chin towards Brody as if it were necessary to point out who he was talking about.

Brody didn’t correct him, dropping heavily down to the dirt at the farthest edge of the shade. He felt sick. His stomach was churning, lungs tired. Just a few minutes out of the sun would be greatly appreciated for sure.

“Yeah, I don’t really give a fuck,” muttered Dylan as he adjusted his hat over his eyes and leaned back. With a sigh, Brody followed suit. He didn’t get long, however, before a hand on his shoulder was vying for his attention.

“You need to be drinking more water,” Nik said, handing him the canteen. Brody leaned away from it. With a more determined expression, Nik pressed further. “You feel sick because it’s so hot out. Not drinking will only make it worse. So, drink.”

Unwilling to argue, Brody took the canister with a sigh and drank. It didn’t make him feel better.

Nik turned his attention to Hilton, who had gone and done something stupid yesterday, now putting himself in an even worse position.

Yesterday he’d backtalked to Mason - again - who didn’t hesitate in ordering Dylan to strap an unforgiving muzzle around his mouth. Brody had been shocked, and shocked again when Nik only looked pained and disappointed. Hilton wasn’t phased by this either, taking the last few moments to hurl insults at everyone and everything in sight.

And it had stayed on, all through the rest of the day into the night. And in the morning. By mid afternoon the next day, Nik was starting to grow worried. That was a lot of time without water in the blazing sun. Constant glances to his fellow ranch ‘guest’ considerably slowed Nik down and distracted him.

Now the other boy was nearly unmoving in the shade, damp bandana draped over his face in the hope it could cool him down. His breathing was labored, and Nik’s brow furrowed. With purpose, he made his way over to check in on him again. The motion caught Dylan’s attention.

“You know,” he stated loudly, clearly trying to get the other’s attention, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed Stupid ain’t getting his share done. You wouldn’t want me to have to report that back to the boss, now would you? Hate to see him get sent down to the mines where he deserves.”

Nik ignored the jab, but Brody sat up on his elbows. “What mine? There’s no mine on the ranch?”

Beneath the brim of his cowboy hat Brody could see the smile creep onto the man’s face. He swallowed and immediately cursed himself for asking stupid questions.

“Oh it’s just a lovely place, I’m sure you’d get along great there. You seem like the kind to like closed, dark, deep places. We could practice. Dig a hole in the ground and bury you in it.”

Fear gripped around Brody’s heart. “Please don’t,” he responded in a quiet voice. Was Dylan’s snort of amusement a good thing? Brody couldn't be sure, but he did at least believe it was too hot for Dylan to get up and actually make good on his threat.

Only a few feet away, Nik was growing more and more anxious by the second. Hilton wasn’t going well. His tanned skin was clammy and dry, moving closer and closer towards dehydrated as he watched. He was breathing heavily, unable to open his eyes.

Nik had known Hilton long enough to know what was coming next.

“Hilton you’ve got to wake up,” he whispered urgently, wringing out the bandana and adding cooler water. Hilton groaned and rolled his head, but didn’t open his eyes. Nik cursed under his breath and looked behind him quickly.

“Brody, uh, wasn’t there something you were going to ask Dylan?”

Brody stared at him bewildered, mouth slightly agape. Nik knew Brody was starting to develop a deep fear of Dylan, but Nik looked just as scared. Rapid glances between Nik and Dylan didn’t give him any ideas.

“Uh-”

“What? Go ahead, I’m curious to see what three words you can string together. Honestly, if Stupid wasn’t already taken, you would have been a shoo in for it, Blondy.”

Nik bit the side of his cheek, feeling awful he had to use Brody as a distraction but time was ticking for Hilton. He’d seen it a couple times. Hilton would get sick or hurt, and if he passed out he’d seize. Thank the stars not for long, but long enough he could hurt himself.

“Hilton, you need to look at me,” he ordered in a low voice, carefully unbuckling the muzzle around the other’s mouth. By some miracle the bright blue-green eyes opened to look up at him. They were dazed and confused, but a step in the right direction.

“There, hey, there you are. You can’t pass out on me, Hilton.” The muzzle was finally off, now to position the dark haired boy’s shoulders on Nik’s knees to keep him upright.

“They’re not gonna make fun of you.” Hilton’s words were mumbled and slurred, hardly making sense if they could be understood perfectly. “They come back and he helps and-“

“Okay, it’s okay,” Nik hushed, dabbing the cloth along the other’s brow. Even then, he tucked the words away somewhere in his memory. They might have been mumbled and half conscious, but those little muttered Hilton made were usually right. Hard to know what they were about, though.

It would only get worse if Hilton passed out.

His eyes slipped closed again and Nik shook him again.

“Come on. You got questions?” Dylan poked further, sitting up. Brody scooted away.

“Uh, n-no there’s been some misunderstandings-“ Brody looked at Nik again, finally seeing Hilton’s mouth free. Dylan followed his glance and began to turn before Brody stopped him.

“Wait! Uh, yeah. I had questions, about the Boss? Um. There’s, the two guys at the house. Rudy? Why aren’t they out here helping us?

Nik mouthed thank you towards him before returning to trying to keep Hilton awake. Dylan snorted again.

“Because Driver’s obsessed with them for some goddamn reason. Doesn’t let me near the little one, but Grumpy gets to pretend to be muscle when they go into town sometimes. I mean he couldn’t hurt a fly, but he looks like he might.”

“Do they owe the Boss money too?”

Dylan shrugged. “Don’t think so. I think Driver saved them from something but like I said, I’m not allowed near them.”

A whimper from Hilton drew his attention and Brody stood up abruptly. “I’m uh, I’m gonna get back to work-“

Too suspicious, Dylan quirked a brow and turned to look behind him. He groaned loudly and stood taking a moment to stretch his back.

“We’ll look at that. Someone got their gag off.”

Nik found himself hunch over Hilton further as if that would protect him. “It’s the heat Dylan, you can’t-“

“I don’t give a shit what you think I can and can’t do. Either he gets back to work or I take him back up to the ranch house for the Boss to deal with.”

“Fuck that,” Hilton mumbled starting to come back to himself. Dylan stomped heavily near him, startling the still recovering boy.

“You’d think you’d learn to shut your fucking mouth but no. Stupid is as stupid does.”

“Just another five minutes,” Nik bartered. “We’ll be fine then.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and grabbed Brody by the hair. “Fine. But as you seem so eager to get back to work, let’s go.”

As they started to walk away, Dylan called over his shoulder.

“If he passes out again I’m throwin’ him in the creek, Emmanuel be damned.”

[impernaway]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I got tagged in this by @charaznablescanontoyota so we're just gonna go and see what i have. its pretty much all blaseball though i'm pretty sure. from the most recent working back:

here, there, and elsewhere

Scratch is on first base when the ground around her begins to shiver. Her eyes snap from where Cantus is at home to Vess over at third, barely catching sight of Rivers dropping down and clutching the mound for safety. She doesn’t make eye contact before immateria forces its way up and through the soil, up and over her feet, her legs, her fur, her face, up and up and up-

one step, two step

They face the election down in the Choux, together. It makes his palms itch, eyes flicking up to the giant electronic sign board they use for things like this. The results are going to be available on all their phones, but looking down feels wrong, maybe. Liv wasn’t a player when this happened last time. The Big Garage’s full name still carries the heavy weight of a fraction of the consequences.

a miracle and a blessing

The skies over Miami are full of feedback today. Hahn’s mouth tastes like one of the really fun energy drinks, and her hair is ever-so-slightly standing on end. The clouds in the sky are sparse in number and stutter and flicker here and there, and she and the rest of the Dale have sunglasses hooked into the necks of their jerseys just in case the clouds decide to swap places and leave them suddenly blinded by the sun.

lost in the store (who stole all the signs?)

So. Maybe they could've planned this better. Oh, who is he kidding? This isn't anywhere near the top ten worst case scenarios for going to ILKEA. Sure, they're maybe going a little bit in circles, and maybe they brought two carts and they're both getting kinda full now and they've still not found half of what they were trying to look for, and maybe he and Ivy keep spotting things that Max totally would've loved if xe were here and it makes his heart ache every time it happens, but it's fine! It's totally fine. Liv's got this.

a story told that doesn't really end

For being a thing whose opening led to an unleashing of horrors, the Forbidden Book is a surprisingly plain looking thing.

going, going, gone

Ryan Bluff burns on day 137.

entangled

Season 20 has been interesting so far. Aside from the flooding, there’s been precious little that’s happened so far for him to worry over. A few peanuts here and there, mostly. He’s glad that’s all there’s been! This series is up against the Thieves. It’s a beautiful day for a game - The sky overhead is blue and bright, a few wisps of cloud dotted around and looking terribly distant.

return tickets

It has been a year and seven months too long since Ingo was last seen. Emmet has seen the security footage! His brother was there. The world ripped open and tore below his feet. His brother was gone. He has watched it back again many times. It does not make any more sense than it did the first time.

dance of the nights

“I’m sorry, darling,” the Shadow Broker says, voice odd and distant sounding in his ears. “I didn’t want it to end this way for you. You always were one of my favourites.”

a face for radio

Bentley Finnegan has one hell of a voice, or so people tell him. It wasn't exactly where he planned on taking his career when he was younger. But highschool went how it went - particularly that last year - and he'd walked out of there with a line of chitin rolling down his spine, his chin in the air, and an itch in his fingers. He had nothing to prove. He'd already proven himself, after all. Him and all the rest.

we're gonna go ahead and tag @vryptidart because i think everybody else i know has been tagged already. it turns out it is indeed all blaseball with a single pokemon interlude.

[ducknotinarow]

@aflockoffeathers said: Richard - [⛷️] our muses go skiing at a resort

| SEND AN EMOJI FOR A STARTER ! ↳ winter season & holiday based

It was a skill in of itself that Bailey seemed able to get Richard to stop working for fifteen minutes to full lunch breaks. A bit of a miracle that they could convince them into nit working for a day or taking a day off even. But to manage to get Richard to leave his precious Café for a vacation in a whole other state? Really only Bailey could somehow muster such a feat. The rooster knew how to get his way when it came to Richard. Richard could say no but that was never the end of the topic. Bailey had what seemed like a million tricks tucked away under all those feathers of theirs. Sometimes Richard was grateful that his husband was such a laid back bird, because who knows what they could achieve if they were far more ambitious. Instead? their ambitious tend to lean more on 'Richy stop working and be with me.' Turns out the cure for a workaholic are a pair of gorgeous eyes fluttering their way up at you. And lots of whining.

Though Richard had to admit the fresh look of snow on top the mountain tops, stretching out for what felt like miles. Of just fresh untouched powered. The sun was so brightly refeclted off of the flakes lining the ground. Needing goggles to help lessen the glare The resorts had only just opened for the season and they were one of the first set of guest at Winter Park. Richards gaze was more focused on the lift that he was waiting by. For sometime now, even on vacation Bailey found ways to still leisure more than they already did on a daily basis. turning to find his husband finally joining him. Richard expression knitted up in his brow as he slightly hung his beak at them, lifting up the goggles to rest on his forehead. A rare time he worse contacts over his glasses. Hoping that it just made his gaze that more pricing. As his arms firmly crossed over his own blue ski jacket.

"Pollito" He said the nickname evenly "It's past ten" He doesn't waste a second pointing out that Bailey was late. Not that Bailey seemed bother. But of course Richard was very bothered. Richard peered down to his watch next "We are meant to be at the lodge at noon, why were should been up and moving sooner." He goes to express, already he could feel the day just being near about over.

Well maybe only to Richard ten in the morning felt like half the day being gone and wasted. It was still pretty early in the day despite his own thought process here. Even on vacation Richard liked to keep to a sort of schedule or he just didn't know what to do with himself. Of course he dose note how Bailey doesn't seem too worried about these facts. But Bailey was the opposite in fact. Which had the eagle audibly huff suddenly as he turned to look away from Bailey looking over to the line for the ski lift they should make their way over to now he guesses. Once again running through a mental timer in his mind. Mentally trying to adjust the days plan he set up wondering how they could make it still work slowly getting lost in his own thoughts when he feels Bailey hold on to his arm.

"Yes yes I know I know" He relents finally, reaching up to rub at the space between his eyes. "I don't know how to relax though." He admits to the one person in the world who knows that better then anyone since they put up with it the most. Richard feeling the tiny bit of guilt over. because well that can't be all that fun for someone like Bailey to have to deal with. He does look over to his husband though and offers a faint smile, it's hard on him to not stress on the mental clock in his head. "I think you be proud of me though, I didn't even check the sale from last night." He did check on other things but that didn't need to be mentioned right? From the look on Bailey's face now? "Okay it was the only thing I didn't check on." Richard folds to explain. Your really can not take him anywhere with out work slipping into his mind. Sales, and other metics were just always on the forefront at times.

But Bailey is always his favorite distraction. "How do somehow look twice as fluffy than normal?" he remarks assumed on Baileys choice in winter wear for himself. "You look like that one cake treat, a sno ball" he recalls its not really a tease at all but maybe there is a hint of playful teasing happening here. Leaning down a bit as he moves in closer to his husband, slightly feeling over the jacket as he hums to himself "Hmm is it very warm though? It's cute and very you of course but I wonder if it severing the function of keeping you warm?" Feeling over the materiel between his fingers as he hums a little and shakes his head "Nope clearly to thin." Moving his arms around Bailey's shoulders to pull them in against his side as they made their way up to the lift. "I will just need to keep you nice and close, you know for warmth. It be awful if my poor dear and forgiving husband" and now the reason for the sudden charm was out "Got sick on our lovely family vacation he worked so hard to convince me to take time off for." And hopefully forget about the fact Richard still didn't fully leave work behind.

Now the tables had turned with Bailey the one able to set looks and minor annoyance towards Richard. Even as the lift chair came up for them next and took them slowly, very slowly up to the top of the run they had picked out earlier to try out. This was going to be a long ride, "In my defense" and the start of his shovel hitting the dirt for his grave. "if you had stuck to the itinerary and time table I spent the past two weeks setting up for our trip I wouldn't of had those spare minutes to grow curious and look."

Richard explains as this excused it at all, but habits are hard to break especially for one who admitted he doesn't really know how to just relax. Something Bailey wasn't just know learning in all fairness either. As they were lifting up higher and higher into the air Richard feeling he had a sound argument for what happened of course he dose known its not going to get him out of it. Bailey could slept the whole day aware and he still be getting the same reaction he knows that for sure. If there was anything Bailey ever seemed to get after Richard for it was the working too much habits he had. Which was a big part of why he loved this cute fluffy and slightly huffy rooster so much. "Look you can be huffy that I worked slightly" Toning it down as if it help his case, "and I can be huffy that ruined two weeks of planing on the first day" as if Bailey had committed the worse crime between the two of them.

"Or" Richard goes to suggest clearly a little deal between them as he scoots in closer to his husband. Arm moving to hold around their waist "We kiss and make up now" As if to make his point stick out more he leans down and lets his beak slightly nuzzle against their cheek. "and keep my poor Pollito from becoming an actual snowball over the cute little marshmallow kind that are sweet and fluffy as can be?" Richard offers, pretty postie Bailey will agree because what could be more enjoyable then being nice and cuddly with his husband? and just in case Bailey bratty side was acting up Richard sighs "When we get back to the room later i'll let you change the password on my computer again alright?"

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Beach (2) Masterlist

part one

Beauty in the water, Angel on the beach. (ao3) - pxnkspace michael/calum T, 9k

Summary: Or the one where Calum is a merman & Michael can't help but to fall in love with him. 

Big Susan Summer (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 18k

Summary: If there was any chance for them to stay right here—driving on an endless road, the taste of freedom heavy on their tongues, sea salt in their lungs, Springsteen on the radio—Michael would take it without a second thought.

Summer brings with it sunny skies, too many opportunities to do dumb shit, and bloody sand.

bright baby blue, falling into you (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: He looks so peaceful, maybe more peaceful than Calum has ever seen him before. It makes Calum’s heart twist. Seeing Luke so relaxed and content, but understanding how rare it is — it makes the moment feel precious. 

Conquering Fears (ao3) - lifelessbeauty michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 7k 

Summary: The last thing he heard before he hit the ground was Luke yelling “Michael no!” Then everything went black.

Mångata (ao3) - merlypops  luke/ashton M, 3k

Summary: Luke is afraid that he's losing his mind and Ashton tries to distract him by taking him on a road trip. And maybe they're in love too. Maybe.

Moonlight (ao3) - RamblingWithFantasy michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 9k

Summary: Michael decides to go to a bonfire party with Calum and Ashton. He plans to get a little bit of booze, knowing Calum will be there to surveil him. He doesn't know yet he'll meet a very important someone along the way.

-

Or the night when Michael isn't sober and meets Luke by chance and tells him several unspoken truths he didn't pluck up the courage to tell him the first time he hung out with him.

Serendipity (ao3) - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 5k

Summary: There’s a part of Michael that worries he’ll forget the beach.

summer (ao3) - wayfcth luke/calum M, 2k

Summary: luke has everything. a rich family, boarding school and a one way ticket to harvard law. but on an annual trip to the hamptons, he makes a promise to himself: he will lose his virginity before the summer is over. he just didn't expect to fall in love along the way. or luke wants to lose his virginity and calum is just so fucking smart and hot.

Summertime (ao3) -  FayeHunter michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke go to the beach.

You, Me and The Sea. (ao3) - Cashton4506 calum/ashton, michael/luke N/R, 2k 

Summary: Ashton and Calum have been best friends since they were born. Every summer, they go to the summer house, which their families share. What happens when they start forming feelings for each other?

[stingslikeabee]

[ SHELTER ]  sender can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to receiver’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

the classic romance of a good rainstorm . accepting

Bhujerbans had a most distinctive relationship with storms - water was a precious resource to the people of the Sky City, and the rain was often considered a blessing from the gods. The palings maintained by the Ondore administration always ensured no damaged was caused by eventual lightning given how close they were to the heavy, dark clouds sometimes - as well as kept the citizens safe from falling overboard.

As a result, the dancer was indifferent to thunderstorms - it was actually rather magical to see them from the ground instead, and to compare how different it sounded. The smell of fresh rain on the dry soil was definitely unique, and Melissa also enjoyed the spectacle of the dark skies being a canvas for the lightning bolts - the view, in this regard, was much better from Ivalice proper than from Bhujerba.

The idea that someone would be afraid of thunder was unexpected to her - let alone someone as fearless as Gabranth. On that particular night, he had been asleep in their room while Melissa remained up, finishing some preparations for a traditional Bhujerban recipe that required a lot of preliminary steps to be finalized. The judge was exhausted - it seemed that Vayne was working him to the bone, even more than usual; the dancer didn’t have the heart to force him to keep her company when he could just rest.

It started to rain when the woman was done with mostly everything in the kitchen - but rather than heading to bed immediately, she sat down to finish a book that had been truly captivating since the beginning, a mystery novel by a local author which had never been commercialized outside the imperial capital proper. The dancer was in the living room, entirely distracted with the reading when Gabranth walked over to the couch - he looked distressed, and his messy hair and hesitant steps denounced that he had likely just woken up.

Without a word - he climbed onto the couch with Melissa, who immediately put the book aside and made room for her lover. The Bhujerban was genuinely confused at what had transpired, but the furniture in the living room was spacious and needlessly decorated - it could make for a comfortable, improvised bed if necessary. The judge didn’t pause to elaborate - he just laid on his side and placed an arm over her middle, holding onto her not unlike a child seeking some sort of refuge, particularly given the way Gabranth hid his face by burying it into her shoulder.

“Are you feeling alright, kanta?” she asked at length, a hand going to his hair to caress him softly, evidently an attempt at soothing the judge from whatever had made him move to the living room. Melissa felt him nod - but as soon as the thunder clap echoed outside, he flinched instinctively, clinging with a little bit more force to her. A look of understanding flashed in her eyes then - the thunderstorm. Gabranth was afraid.

“It’s okay, my love. We can stay here for as long as you like,” she didn’t ask anything else (or teased him). For a man that was frightened by so little to bare his vulnerabilities and display open fears... It certainly took courage. The Bhujerban felt honored to be given an insight like that - a look at a softer, human side of Gabranth that surely was repressed the moment his trademark armor was put on and locked in place.

“It’ll be over soon, I promise you.” 

And maybe it was the proximity of another human body, the light coming from the candles or the gentle touch of Melissa’s digits to his head - but the judge did fall asleep again, seemingly unperturbed by the thunder until the storm calmed down. True to her word, the dancer remained up, guarding his sleep like the most precious thing in the world - and in a way, it was; these moments of shared intimacy and trust were more valuable than any gold or metal that could be found at the Solidor treasure vaults.

[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ 400-600 words per character!  ♡

ೃ warnings: mention of alcohol drinking ( but aside from that, just lots and lots of fluff!)

ೃ this is my very first writing contribution to the genshin fandom, so i hope everyone likes it!  after 5 months of playing genshin, i think it’s safe to say my brainrot for it has finally consumed me and i’m confident enough to brew something up! <3

ೃ genshin impact masterlist 

ೃ if you want to be a part of my taglist, answer this form! ♡

CHILDE:

– You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and you’re about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. “Wake up sunshine!” is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you don’t complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you. 

–  He’s always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a “very civil way” with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. There’s never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.

–  After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you.  But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.

  –  His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didn’t ask when are you and Childe going to finally become “playground playmates” (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.

“So... everyone in my life knows that you’re my best friend. Yea, that’s pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?”

DILUC:

– Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that you’re roomies with the literal heir to the country’s biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he won’t be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand that’s where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.

–  He’s quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasn’t until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friends’ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the  two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof he’s been and vows to make it up to you.

– Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if it’s an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, He’s a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, He’s very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His “punishment” for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Grey’s Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Diluc’s list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didn’t get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, “How you doin?” You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.

–  His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him.  He’s always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then he’d let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on café dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.

“Words cannot not suffice these feelings I’ve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?”

KAEYA:

- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then it’s all worth it.

— Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. He’s brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasn’t the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. He’d much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but he’s quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.

— Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that he’s bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! He’s very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you don’t take him seriously and it's possible that you don’t return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didn’t take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.

— With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, “Do you trust me?” Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, “Yes Kaeya, I do.” He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.

“(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.”

ZHONGLI:

— Zhongli is truly husband material. You’re saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone who’s absolutely smitten over him. He’s a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self can’t help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.

—He's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, “The Wise Roommate” for Zhongli and “The Cute Roommate” for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesn’t stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If it’s your turn to cook or if it’s his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

—Zhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldn’t listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?

— It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:

"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My beloved– Will you accept my feelings?

XIAO:

—  Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if you’re not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. It’s an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that “character” is soon to be revealed as Xiao.

— Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasn’t spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because you’ve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone: “Would you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you don’t want to, it’s alright! You don’t have to-” You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, “Xiao! What are you saying? I’d love to!”

  —  There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first “roommate video” that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time. 

— On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to  have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: “Xiao, please don’t go.” He whispers back, “I won’t.” Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to it’s normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I’ll be here to protect you. Forever and always.”  Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiao’s chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasn’t felt in a while.

“And they were roommates.”

[archived-kin]

simeon with a himbo boyfriend

note from kin: once again i am writing for the boys because this fandom doesn’t have nearly enough content for them, especially for Big and Beefy Men. let them be in dating sim fandoms too!!!!!! give them more content!!!!!

anyway i’ve made you an angel since i don’t want to have to think about the deeper repercussions of what simeon dating a human would be (i mean we all know what happened to lilith when she tried it)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): male!reader, simeon, luke, belphegor, beelzebub, asmodeus, satan, leviathan, mammon, lucifer, barbatos, diavolo, solomon

pairing(s): simeon/reader but it accidentally becomes everyone/simeon’s boyfriend at some point whoops (this ended up as a pretty big block of text as a result so please let me know if you have difficulty reading it so that i can try to format it better!)

warning(s): nope!

genre: fluff!!!! fluff everywhere!!!!!!!!!

simeon thinks you’re the cutest goddamn thing in all three realms

you may be six foot four inches of muscle but to him that is six foot four inches of ADORABLE

you’re very strong so he likes to just run and jump up at you from behind and wrap his arms around your neck because he knows you won’t be fazed by it (physically anyways, emotionally is another story)

the other angels always gasp when he does this in public because it’s so far from his usual ‘poised and elegant’ thing but how is simeon NOT supposed to climb all over you like a koala when you’re so big and huggable???

simeon just really loves jumping at you like that okay

because every time he does you’ll just pause for a second and look very confused as to why your back has suddenly gotten heavier, and then you’ll turn your head, and your smile and excited little ‘simeon!!’ is to DIE for

he has to be incredibly upfront with you about what he wants because otherwise you will not understand

he has to say, word for word, “i want to sleep in the same bed as you every day” before you actually realise that that’s what he meant

the whole exchange kind of went like this:

simeon, being sappy at like seven in the morning: “i want to wake up like this all the time from now on”

you: “??? do you want me to come lie down next to you before you wake up tomorrow morning?”

simeon: “no, for the whole night”

you: “you want to wake up like this for the whole night??”

simeon: [sighs]

he also often has to be the one taking charge when it comes to physical affection  

like you’re always willing to give him hugs and carry him around and let him sleep sprawled out on your chest like a starfish and give him kisses but half the time simeon has to ask you because for some reason you just won’t do it on your own???

at one point simeon starts getting a little insecure that you don’t actually really like physical affection and are just going along with it for him

because he’s a sensible angel, he brings this up with you before jumping to conclusions

he was not prepared for you to reply that you always wait for him to confirm that he wants affection because you’re afraid that you’ll accidentally hurt him with your strength if you go for it by yourself

simeon doesn’t cry a lot but dear god did he come close that day

after that it’s just hand holding and hugs and forehead kisses galore from you and simeon couldn’t be happier

now, it’s time for a bit of backstory

you were created purely to fight during the big celestial war, which is why you are so Beefy and Stupid

the beefy is because they needed you to be both strong and intimidating, while the stupid is because they didn’t create you with anything but fist fighting in mind

during the war you were a force to be reckoned with because you could just run at and headbutt a demon and they’d immediately be flung straight out of the skies and back into the devildom

and, even better, this meant that you didn’t have to kill anyone! you could just punt them so hard that they’d be flung out of the realm where the battle’s taking place entirely

once the war was over though they didn’t really know what to do with you

you were basically just this giant baby who didn’t know how to do anything but war

so they just dumped you in a garden and told you to take care of the flowers

which was how simeon originally met you! he was taking a walk around the gardens and saw you crying over a tree that you accidentally snapped in half with your big clumsy hands

now, simeon wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but HOLY FUCK

if he hadn’t already been an angel in the celestial realm he’d have thought you were some divine being from the heavens

anyway long story short simeon consoled you and started helping you take care of the garden, taught you how to live a life in times of peace, spent entire nights just lying awake and thinking about your smile and your laugh and how warm your hands look to hold and how it would feel to hug you, and finally managed to confess to you without you misconstruing it as just a Friendly Act of Kindness, and now you two are the proud holders of the title Cutest Couple in The Universe

granted only asmo calls you two that but you’ll take it

speaking of asmo allow me to segue this to the rad exchange programme era

you get so sad when simeon tells you he’ll have to leave for a year

your face falls when he breaks the news and your voice is all lost and quiet when you ask, ‘does that mean i can’t see you?’

simeon is absolutely devastated

it’s like a thousand puppies and kittens are being murdered right in front of him

he nearly cries (when i say nearly i mean he does)

but he can’t back out of the exchange program now, and one year isn’t THAT much for beings that live for possibly forever, so in the end, giving you a giant hug and about a million kisses to make up for the ones you’ll miss over the coming year, simeon leaves for the devildom

he makes it about a month and a half without you before he starts getting all mopey

and you’re not doing much better up in the celestial realm

michael actually has to message simeon and ask him how to deal with you because you spend every day dejectedly shuffling around the gardens that you take care of and it’s making everyone sad just looking at you

simeon reads that message and immediately decides that either he’s going back to the celestial realm or you’re coming down to the devildom

the authorities are a little cautious about it because you’re one of the purest angels they have and they really don’t want you getting corrupted by demons

but simeon assures them that the few demons that you’ll actually be having contact with wouldn’t do that, and you’ll be under both his and lord diavolo’s protection

so you end up being allowed to join simeon in the devildom for his exchange year!!!

honestly with the way the two of you react when you see each other again you’d think you hadn’t seen each other in years

simeon runs up to you and jumps straight into your arms and you spin him around in a big hug and ahhhhhhhh it’s like a teen romance movie but with an actually compelling relationship

and so you move into his bedroom (because of course you’re still going to share one down here) and take up a temporary position as a gardener to take up time since you can’t really do school

pros: simeon now gets to see you every day again and you look very cute bustling around the devildom’s fancy gardens with a watering can and wheelbarrow. also he gets to watch you lift an entire shed and it’s the best thing he’s ever seen

cons: the others are all basically in love with you now as well

simeon’s torn between ‘why wouldn’t they be, he’s literally the most perfect being ever’ and ‘what the fuck, that’s MY boyfriend’

belphie likes you because you are similar to beel and you’re also warm and big and strong so he can take naps on you and you won’t be bothered in the slightest

one day simeon sees belphie just jump onto your back and start sleeping there while you’re crouched in the garden doing some weeding and he’s so stunned by the sheer audacity that he forgets to be mad about it

honestly you don’t really notice that belphie is sleeping on you until you go to get up and feel something move on your back

and then, being the dumb precious idiot you are, you just lie face first there on the lawn so that he can carry on sleeping without being disturbed

consequence: simeon nearly cries at your sweetness but is also incredibly jealous and belphie is now having Feelings that he didn’t sign up for

beel meanwhile isn’t sure how to feel about you at first because he kind of feels like you’re stealing his twin all the time, but then you make him your special candied fruits (from produce that you grew yourself) and he loves you from that point forward

also PLEASE share your workout routine with him he wants to know your secret

it turns out that you don’t really have a workout routine?? you were just made like that

though the constant exercise and heavy lifting and stuff you do as part of your daily garden-care routine (you take care of basically all of the gardens back in the celestial realm) helps as well

he’s a bit disappointed but he does like that you can pick him up without any effort

one time he asked if you were capable of it and without missing a beat you went ‘let’s find out!’ and straight up swept him off his feet

beel was fucking screaming on the inside but no can’t feel feelings that’s simeon’s boyfriend

meanwhile asmo… okay we all know the way asmo is

boy took one look at you and immediately started drooling (figuratively anyway. physically his jaw just dropped)

kudos to him though, he backs off with the flirting as soon as simeon informs everyone that you’re his partner

asmo may be the avatar of lust but he is no home wrecker (he still finds an excuse to hug you every time he sees you though because awooga, muscles)

(he does know his boundaries so simeon doesn’t mind too much)

asmo also very likes the fact that you have such a green thumb because it means you can grow the prettiest flowers and you’re always willing to trim him a few to use as accessories

at some point simeon accidentally eavesdrops in on a conversation between the two of you where you’re just gushing about what kind of flowers he likes and how you’re going to plant them everywhere in the devildom because you like it when he smiles when he sees them

CRITICAL HIT!!!!!

simeon is pretty sure he combusts on the spot, while asmo is just squealing

thus was the origin of the title ‘Cutest Couple in the Universe’

satan on the other hand is mostly disinterested in you at first

the two of you live in pretty different worlds even if you live within the a five minutes’ walk of each other. he prefers to stay locked up in his room or the library and just curl up with a good book or ten for hours on end, while you’re always outside, digging flower beds and pruning bushes and cleaning fences and walls and basically doing every other little bit of manual labour that none of the brothers could be bothered to do before

he does note that you’re pretty good at what you do but that’s about it

until one day

you’re just pottering about in the garden outside the house of lamentation doing your angelic gardener thing when the stray cat that satan’s secretly been feeding for the past month or so comes by for its usual afternoon meal

satan has the window overlooking the garden so he quickly spots its ginger fur as well as you staring directly at it, and he immediately panics because what if you scare it away with your intimidating stature???

(yes, part of the reason satan doesn’t acknowledge you before this is because he was kind of scared of you and your muscles that he heard could punt beings out of entire realms back in your hey-day)

so he quickly dumps his book (though not without carefully bookmarking his place first) and rushes down to the garden in hopes of salvaging the situation, only to find you lying face first on the grass once again, though this time it’s not his little brother on your back

it’s the cat, who is purring like a little motor and aggressively kneading its paws against your back

satan can’t even see your face in this moment but he still basically gets cupid-shot in the heart because this is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he has to force himself to calm down for a bit before he approaches lest he get overexcited and accidentally incur simeon’s wrath in the process

anyway after that satan makes a beeline for you every time he sees you and learns that you are an Absolute Idiot, but it just makes him like you even more

if satan was intimidated by you at first though, levi is downright terrified

you look like you could snap him in half with a single punch

he doesn’t try to talk to you at all for the first few weeks because how could he possibly find common ground to talk to you about?? you probably hunt dragons and eat rocks or something in your spare time

it isn’t until satan brings you up one day and mentions that you are incredibly dumb of the ass and probably couldn’t hurt a fly even if you tried that levi even entertains the idea of befriending you

he’s still not making the first move though

but it turns out that he doesn’t have to! one day you just show up at his bedroom door holding a giant crate of his latest akuzon haul

turns it got dropped off at the local post office after traffic problems and you volunteered to go pick it up and bring it back

anyway levi thanks you and starts unpacking his stuff, expecting you to leave in silence, but then he looks over and sees you just standing in front of his tv and staring at it

he’d been playing some battle platformer to pass the time before you showed up, and while levi himself doesn’t consider it particularly remarkable, you’re absolutely fascinated

being a gardener in the celestial realm you’ve never really had experience with this kind of thing, and you’re even more tech-illiterate than simeon, so what you’re seeing is basically like magic to you

so levi takes it upon himself to teach you as much about the art of gaming as he can in the short span of the next four hours before simeon gets home from a meeting of some kind and you inevitably immediately run off to greet him

you learn the basics relatively quickly but you’re still pretty awful at it

levi loses count of the amount of times you’ve accidentally run right off the end of the platform and fallen to your death once it reaches thirty two

it’s pretty much the most he’s laughed in, like, forever

congratulations! you have gained a new member in your party! levi will now follow you to the ends of the earth because you are the first person he feels like he can just be totally at ease around without being judged at all and just have fun with

(once, after you leave another gaming session to go cuddle with your boyfriend in the garden, levi catches himself thinking that ‘it isn’t fair that simeon gets to date him’ and has to do some serious self assessment)

mammon meanwhile has none of the reverence for you that his brother does

the amount of times he’s tried to rope you into his money-making schemes (which never work because he fails to realise that you are incapable of doing anything malicious in the slightest) is honestly just embarrassing at this point

simeon has to step in more than a couple of times because honestly mammon could ask you for your wallet and you’d probably just give it to him without another thought

that being said your wallet wouldn’t be much use because you never have any money

you just don’t understand the concept of exchanging money for goods and/or services so you never see any need for it

that being said, simeon does give you some money every time you go out into town on your own because something will inevitably catch your eye and you’ll suddenly realise that you just cannot live without it

the thing is simeon spoils you ridiculously so he always gives you way more money than would be considered a reasonable allowance

which means all mammon has to do is tag along and ask you nicely and you’ll probably buy him anything he wants

he does this a couple of times but then stops because he actually starts feeling bad about it

something just doesn’t sit right with him when he’s walking around with a bunch of shiny new things you’ve bought him with money that was meant to be spent on you while the only thing you’ve bought of your own volition is a pack of chocolate lollipops shaped like rabbits to share with simeon and luke

he may be the demonic avatar of greed but even he has a line that he won’t cross

he makes up for it by buying you things instead

nothing too expensive (he’s still mammon after all), just little things like sweets or bulbs for flowers you haven’t tried planting yet or food colouring for you to use for your candied fruits

speaking of those candied fruits, guess who loves and would probably kill a man for them?

lucifer

man may not seem like it but he has a hell of a sweet tooth

there was a bit of tension between the two of you when you first met (well there was tension from lucifer anyway) because he’d never met you like he had simeon and luke and had no idea what you were like

plus he’d heard about how you’re everyone’s favourite now back in the celestial realm and the little piece of him that still misses his life as an angel is a little petty about it

but then he interacts with you more and he realises that that favouritism is absolutely deserved

he will not admit it but he has wondered what being carried by you would feel like on multiple occasions

figures out how to read you really well which isn’t much of an achievement when you wear every single feeling you have on your sleeve but it still brings him a bit of satisfaction when he notices something that simeon doesn’t

he may be a pridey mcprideface but he is willing to give up a bit of that pride by pretending he can’t carry something heavy so that he can watch you do it

simeon acts like he doesn’t notice this but he absolutely does and he doesn’t know if he should tease lucifer about it or whack him over the head with a newspaper for it

all that aside though, much like simeon,  lucifer also thinks you’re just the cutest

he comes across you building a pillow fortress in the middle of the house of lamentation’s living room one day and is understandably like “what are you doing in my house and what are you doing with those pillows”

you explain very seriously that satan asked you for help in an apparently pre-arranged pillow fight with mammon and that every warrior needs a well-protected base of operations and offer to show him all the optimised battle features somehow recreated from nothing but cushions and blankets and chairs 

lucifer’s heart goes d o k i  d o k i

he also has experience with Big and Dumb men from dealing with both beel and diavolo (when the three of you are together it’s just himbo3) so the stupid doesn’t bother him much

speaking of diavolo (wow i am nailing all of these transitions from character to character look at me go)

this man is basically just a grown up golden retriever boy and you are a big gentle st. bernard so the two of you get along like a house on fire

you’ve seen how much this man gushes about lucifer. now imagine that times a thousand

that is how he talks about you

honestly sometimes you’d think HE’S the one dating you

simeon would probably get defensive if he didn’t get so much whiplash from their conversations about you

diavolo: “i must say, i never would have pinned [name] as being your type”

simeon, ready to Fucking Brawl: “excuse me?”

diavolo: “though i don’t blame you, have you seen his page in that book about the celestial war? the illustration does his true beauty no justice, of course, but it’s enchanting in and of itself. to be honest i’d have loved to have seen him in action during the war, i imagine it would have been quite breath-taking to see”

simeon: “…what”

barbatos is usually just there in the background during half of these exchanges and he has to seriously stiffen up his poker face to resist just bursting into laughter

the other half of the time the conversation is just simeon and diavolo going back and forth gushing about you

barbatos honestly dislikes you a bit at first

not for any personal faults of your own! it’s just that all your garden work + your very forgetful mind means that you’re often tracking dirt everywhere

it doesn’t help that diavolo keeps inviting you over to the castle for tea and a chat and half the time you leave these big footprints on the floor and he wants to cry because he just spent four hours mopping that

he mentions it to diavolo in passing at one point, who then passes the message on to simeon

barbatos kind of gets concerned for himself because he knows simeon does not take well to you being insulted (one time a demon at the r.a.d. called you an ‘unintelligent buffoon’ and he was ready to start a fist fight right then and there)

not that it was an insult, but you never know how love can blind you to reason

but simeon just assures him not to worry and tells you to remember to clean your shoes as well as changing clothes after doing some gardening

normally you’d forget being told these things within a few hours but simeon offers to give you a kiss every time you remember to do this so now you remember every single time you’re about to enter a building after doing some gardening

after that barbatos holds no ill will to you at all

he teaches you how to bake and is honestly so endeared by how clumsy you get in the kitchen

you knock an entire container of salt into the cake mix by accident because your hands are too big and you moved too fast and barbatos is just like 🥺

he low-key babies you even though he’s like an entire two heads shorter than you

you don’t mind though because getting babied by barbatos means you get given all sorts of cakes and sweets all the time

simeon isn’t sure how to feel about it but it doesn’t seem to be the patronising kind of babying (it’s more of an affectionate doting) so he lets it happen

what he doesn’t let happen is solomon’s relentless attempts to feed you his food

you are both too dumb and too nice to realise just how bad his cooking is, but simeon knows you have a sensitive stomach and are actually a pretty fussy eater - you just tend to stay quiet when something isn’t to your liking because you don’t want to complain

having had a sample of solomon’s food himself in the past, he knows that you’ll probably get sick eating it, and he doesn’t want you to be uncomfy so he refuses to let you try even a bite

it’s like he has a radar in his head that goes off every time solomon approaches you will a bowl of ‘noodle soup’ that looks more like something he’s fished out of a nuclear waste tank

solomon, when he’s not trying to indirectly poison you, is probably the guy you spend the most time with apart from simeon and luke

he’ll just hang around nearby with a spell book while you do your gardening and show you some neat little magic tricks every now and then

he tries to help with the gardening but he’s not exactly physically strong and he nearly breaks his back trying to lift a giant bag of compost

so he decides it’s probably better for him to just watch from afar

kind of wants to conduct an experiment to see just how much weight you can lift before you start getting tired

one time he sees you cut down a whole tree with one hard swat of your hand and just walk off carrying it over your shoulder and he has to take several deep breaths

luke knew you already, so not much changes while you’re in the devildom

he really wants to learn to make candied fruits the same way you do but he can never get the hang of boiling the sugar mixture to the right heat and consistency (plus he’s kind of scared of how hot it gets)

you like to just carry him around on your shoulders and while luke would normally bristle at being treated like a child, you act like this with nearly everyone

(once he sees you running around the garden with diavolo of all people perched on your shoulders, arms raised in the air like he’s on a rollercoaster ride, and he nearly passes out on the spot)

he seriously adores you and acts like a guard dog whenever he feels like any of the others are trying to take advantage of your dim-witted naïveté because NO demons are allowed to harm his big brother like that

he will also chase them off with a stick if he has to if they get too close because no being is allowed to even remotely try to disrupt your relationship with simeon 

simeon himself is no fool, and he’s well aware of the effect you have on pretty much everyone you come across, but he trusts them because they’re his friends

besides (and he isn’t being cocky or anything), it’s not like the relationship you have with them even holds a candle to what you have with him

they’ve all known you for less than a year, he’s loved you for nearly two millennia

they might be allowed take naps on your back while you work or be carried about on your shoulders, but do they get to spend every night snuggled up in your arms, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath you take? no, he doesn’t think so

in conclusion: one day himbos like you will probably take over the world with their big muscles and unwavering loyalty and clueless grins that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and simeon’s pretty sure he’d be okay with it

[pillage-and-lute]

Prompt: Either out of embarrassment or being a little shit, Jaskier lies outrageously to Geralt about humans (on the level of “I’m molting” or “These? They’re rocks, to snack on.”) and might get away with it?

Hi Dahliavandare! I always love seeing you in my inbox. I changed this just a *teeny* bit. WARNING: VERY SLIGHTLY HORNY (it’s Jaskier, duh) There is also a little bit of angst because Jaskier gets sick.

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“Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“What?” The young bard yelped. “I wasn’t even singing that time.”

“No, you just--hmmm.”

“I just hmmm what?” Jaskier asked, pausing in his near-constant strumming.

“You smell like...hmm.”

“I smell?” Jaskier said, both hands planted on his hips. “That’s pretty rich coming from you, my friend--”

“Not friends.”

“You smell like a barn. Anyway-”

“No, Jaskier,” Geralt said, running one, gloved hand through his hair. “Witchers can sort of smell emotions, right?”

Jaskier looked up at him, a sudden hint of anxiety in his scent. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Not entirely.” Geralt shook his head as if clearing a thought from it. “We can’t smell complex things, but joy, fear, anger...desire.”

Jaskier, for once, didn’t look at Geralt, studying instead the flowers at the side of the road. “Desire?”

“I-yes.” Geralt said. “And I wanted to know if all humans smell like...”

“Desire?” Jaskier said, then began talking fast. “Oh yes, of course, most humans, especially my age, well, they smell like this all the time. All the time. Naturally.”

It sort of checked out, at least to Geralt’s thinking. Young humans were horny, and although the overriding scent when Geralt was around was fear, he remembered being a teenager, with all the baggage that entailed at Kaer Morhen, and yes, constantly horny was among those memories. Jaskier himself was definitely still young by human standards, perhaps twenty or so from his youthful features. 

Geralt chalked the horniness up to humanity and hormones and left it at that. 

--- 

Later on, Geralt had other questions related to humanity, more specifically that part of humanity that included Jaskier. 

“I thought humans couldn’t eat those?” Geralt couldn’t, he’d eaten one during training on a dare and spent the next day with his head in the privy.

Jaskier looked down at the mushroom in his hand. It was a beautiful, bright red, with little white spots. He’d been snacking on similar ones for the last mile or so. 

“Of course we can,” he said. “Humans eat these all the time.” There was a rising tone in his voice that indicated something, but as Geralt had mentioned before, witchers couldn’t actually smell the more complicated emotions. 

“They, um,” Jaskier said. “They just can’t be eaten by humans during-er- during summer. It’s fall now, so it’s okay.”

Geralt shrugged. What did he know of human biology? He wouldn’t be eating another of them ever, at any time. His stomach lurched a little just at the thought.

---

“You didn’t buy the ring.”

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, eyes bright in the sunshine. The bustle of the market around them pushed against him like a tide, but a little patch of space was left around Geralt. Jaskier stepped into the space. “The ring?”

“You liked it,” Geralt grunted. “I could tell.” It had been a little thing, cheaply made of poor materials, but the bard’s eyes had lit up upon seeing the little buttercup detailing, and he’d admired for several minutes, although without touching. 

Jaskier shrugged. “It was made of iron.”

“And?”

“Human’s can’t wear iron, Geralt.”

“Then why did the man sell it?” 

“Well some humans can wear it of course, those with very tough skin, but I’m delicate.” Jaskier sniffed. 

“Humans...can’t wear iron?” It didn’t sound right.

“Not right up close to their skin,” Jaskier said. “It turns us, um, purple.”

Geralt shrugged it off. He’d once been called to a castle where a baron had believed himself cursed because his finger was turning green, but he’d simply been wearing a cheap brass ring.

---

After the first winter they met again in the spring something was definitely different.

“Your freckles,” Geralt said.

“What about them?” Jaskier said, looking away.

What about them indeed. They glimmered like chips of mica. At first Geralt had thought it a trick of the light, but no, there was a definite glitter to Jaskier’s skin.

“They’re...shining?”

Jaskier cocked his head at Geralt, cheeks shimmering. “Geralt,” he said slowly. “You know humans shimmer in the spring...right?” 

Shimmer?

“I’d never noticed,” Geralt said. Admittedly he paid a little more attention to Jaskier than perhaps he ought, but still, one would think he’d have seen this before.

“It’s part of the growing process,” Jaskier said. 

---

“Jaskier, your cheeks are red,” Geralt said, stepping out of the small bathtub the inkeeper had brought up. He stepped closer to the bard, still naked and dripping water, and pressed the back of his hand to Jaskier’s forehead.

“Nnhgh,” Jaskier said.

“Are you well?” Geralt asked, cupping Jaskier’s flushed face with his other hand. It didn’t feel like he had a fever.

Jaskier pushed his hands away, face even redder than before.

“I’m perfectly fine, Geralt,” he said, higher pitched than usual. “Human faces get red for no reason now...put on some pants.”

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“Jaskier you’re drunk,” Geralt said. It was a pretty obvious statement, considering he had his bard draped over him like a shawl.

“Hehe, yep,” Jaskier said, reaching up with one, long finger and tracing Geralt’s jawline with it. 

“You didn’t have any alcohol, I’m sure of it.” Jaskier normally had an extremely high alcohol tolerance in any case.

“‘O course not,” Jaskier said, leaning even more fully into Geralt’s hold. “Had milk.”

“Milk can’t get people drunk.”

“Milk can’t get witchers drunk,” Jaskier slurred. “Get’s humans drunk though, dunnit?”

“Can it?”

“Yeah, definitely, not the kids, but like, how often do you see, like adult humans drinkin’ milk?”

Not often, Geralt thought. He put Jaskier to bed in the inn and it was like pouring an octopus into a bucket. One loose yet gripping arm pulled Geralt closer to Jaskier, the bard leaned in and brushed soft lips to Geralt’s cheekbone.

Geralt wondered if it was another mystery of humans that the spot seemed to tingle all night and he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.

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Geralt clutched Jaskier as the bard fell to his knees, groaning. His face was sickly in it’s palor and he was trembling. He’d just lurched up from the table at the inn and stumbled to the door. Geralt had followed him and the young bard had just collapsed like this.

“Jaskier,” he said, clutching a chilled cheek, his other hand seeking one of Jaskier’s. “Jaskier what’s wrong.”

“Lemon,” Jaskier whispered, lacing shaking finger’s with Geralt’s. “In the fish, there was lemon.”

“Lemon’s fine, isn’t it?” Geralt asked, slow heart racing as he looked into eyes that were becoming glassy and clouded.

Jaskier shook his head and it seemed to exhaust him.

“’S fine for humans.” He said. “Not fae.”

“Fae,” Geralt said, cradling his friend. “Jaskier you’re not making sense.” 

“Mmh,” Jaskier said, smiling sadly. His face changed, his eyes going glow bright and his ears lengthening a little. His skin took on a slightly green tint. 

Geralt looked into the face of his fae bard, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone and the shimmering freckles there. “How do I heal you, you have to tell me.”

Jaskier blinked slowly, eyes dimming further.

Geralt shook him, desperation taking over.

“Jaskier what heals a fairy?”

What heals a fairy? He’d learned that at some point hadn’t he? Long ago. They were rare, and most witchers never saw one in their whole lives but if you could help one they’d grant you one wish, not tricks. 

Poetry. 

Fuck.

“Jaskier,” Geralt rasped, throat feeling dry. Those beautiful eyes blinked at him, slowly. 

“I...I think you have pretty eyes,” Geralt said. “And I like when they, um, match the skies.”

Jaskier blinked at him in confusion, brow wrinkling slightly.

“You look pretty in blue,” Geralt managed, inventing wildly. “And look pretty in green. You look lovely in about every shade in between.”

Some of the deathly palor was fading from Jaskier’s face now and Geralt sought more words. “I thought you were pretty that day you wore purple,” he said. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, idiot he was an idiot, nothing rhymes with purple. 

“I like your spirit, your moxy, your...your yurple.”

Jaskier was indeed looking better now, and he was smiling.

“I like the way you talk to me, and how you’re always there,” Geralt whispered. “I like the way you hum to me when you help me brush my hair.”

Jaskier sat up slowly, blinking in the dim light.

“I like the way you give treats to Roach, um, and I like the way you smile,” Geralt gulped at the look on Jaskier’s face. “But most of all I like how much I love you, so I want you to promise to, uh, stay? For a while?”

“Oh Geralt,” Jaskier said, cupping his cheek. “That was bad.” Then he kissed him and Geralt’s brain went very very fuzzy.

A little later, in their room in the inn, where Geralt was finishing the fish and Jaskier was having stew avec no-lemon-at-all, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jaskier tilted his head thoughtfully as he chewed a piece of potato. “Well, at first I wasn’t sure how you’d take it,” he said. 

Geralt nodded. Fae were a feared and reverred group amongst humans, so caution was reasonable.

“Then it became a sort of game,” Jaskier said shrugging. “I couldn’t resist. So I left you little hints. I thought you’d figure it out for sure with the freckles or the milk.”

Geralt huffed a little sheepishly.

“I don’t care that you’re fae,” he said after a moment.

“I know,” Jaskier said. “And I don’t care that you’re an awful poet.”

“It worked, didn’t it.”

“It did, and now you get a wish, no tricks,” Jaskier held up his hand as if taking an oath. “I promise.”

Geralt thought for a moment. A wish from a fae was no small thing. It should be something powerful, something earth shattering and precious and rare.

“I wish you would kiss me again.”

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Oop, here it is (after quite the wait, sorry about that) I’m actually so proud of this and it’s super sweet and fluffy.