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bookish-whore · 2 years

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Alone with you

Azriel x Reader

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: Modern AU, Slightly College AU?, Fuckboy!Az, Possessive!Az, (but also some softboy! Az), fluff, only a little angst this time, pet names, SMUT

A/N: This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so glad I finally finished it. dedicated to the lovely @azsazz @kennedy-brooke and @brekkershadowsinger

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“Please come out with us tonight” Feyre asked, looking to Nesta for backup.

“I have a lot of studying to do Fey. You know that organic chemistry is absolutely kicking my ass” I replied.

“I think you can manage a few hours” Nesta said “I mean if you’re doing that badly a few hours aren’t going to save your ass”

I rolled my eyes at her. she had a point.

“Fine, are the guys coming?” I asked, Feyre nodded enthusiastically.

“As far as I know it’ll be you, me, Nesta, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel” Feyre said

Azriel. He was Cassian and Rhysands’ brother. I hadn’t spent much time with him, mostly because when we were in the same room together things tended to get heated. I rolled my eyes at the mere mention of his name.

“Be nice” Feyre said to Nesta and I “I know Azriel is kind of rough around the edges…but he’s family.”

Nesta and I exchanged side glances trying to hide in our laughter at her attempt to protect him.

“No promises” I said “Besides you both have Rhys and Cass, I’ll be the one stuck babysitting him all night when you sneak off to do dirty things with your boyfriends” we all laughed at the insinuation.

“I promise you won’t have to be alone with him” Feyre said “especially after last time”

“Hey if he wasn’t such a douchebag, then I wouldn’t have had to punch him in the face” I said calmly.

“Y/n, you gave him a black eye.” Feyre countered.

“He deserved it”

“Well, I for one make no promises” Nesta said with a smirk “Cassian loves to fuck in public”

The remainder of the walk to our shared apartment passed with conversations about outfits and aesthetics. Somehow, I had even agreed to let them decide what I would be wearing to this club opening. I would probably regret that decision later.

We all took quick showers, crowding the small bathroom in our apartment. Nesta was drying her hair in the living room and Feyre was doing her skincare routine at the bathroom vanity while I shaved my legs in the shower.

When I was finished, I toweled off and made my way to my bedroom to get ready. I did my makeup, just my usual routine and made my way to the living room so Nesta could do my hair. Feyre was ready first and put the finishing touches on my hair so Nesta could get dressed.

Feyre had chosen a black mini dress that clung to her curves nicely, it fell to her mid-thigh and had lace detailing that accentuated her breasts. She had chosen a pair of silver stilettos to accompany the dress and wore her hair half up in a messy bun with some strands falling to frame her face. Nesta on the other hand wore a black mini skirt with a black lace bralette and a long-sleeved mesh top showing of the tattoos across her ribs and arms, she paired her ensemble with black high heeled boots.

They looked incredible, I was nervous to find out what they had selected for me but as it turns out they know me really well. They had selected a nice fitting pair of black dress pants that clung to my body in all the right places and had paired it with a simple pair of black heels and a black lace bodysuit that had a nude layer under the lace to give the illusion that I was showing more skin than I was.

We met in the kitchen to wait for the Uber Rhysand had ordered for us and took a shot to prepare us for the evening ahead.

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The club was interesting. It was called Velaris which to me seemed like a silly name, but it was actually a really stunning place. The ceiling was painted black with stars adorning the entirety of the space which looked like a galaxy when you gazed up. The theme seemed to be dark academia as there were Victorian era couches and chairs in the designated seating areas and ornate gallery walls with oil paintings and gold frames. It was decadent and slightly whimsical and I loved it.

I heard Cassian’s deep baritone voice as he called us over to the table they had secured. He immediately pulled Nesta in for a kiss and she sat on his lap wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck, Feyre took the seat beside Rhysand and he brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss. Rhys was always the gentlemen. Which left the last seat for me and of course it happened to be right next to Azriel. I flashed a smile to him as I took my seat. I had decided that I wouldn’t let him get to me, I would block his existence out and enjoy the night with my girls.

The night was going well. I was on my fourth vodka cranberry, taking a break from dancing with the girls. When it took a turn for the worst.

Nesta and Feyre had gone back to the table, and I had just finished talking to Lucien, one of the guys in my organic chemistry study group about the test we had this week. I was turning to head back to my group when I was stopped by some drunk guy.

“You wanna dance?” he practically yelled over the thumping of the music.

I shook my head, but he came closer leaning down so that he was practically talking in my ear

“Come on, just one dance” he pleaded.

“I’m good” I yelled back at him over the music “no thanks.”

“Come on sweetheart” the man said pressing himself closer to me, wrapping his arm around my side to keep me there.

I tried to move out of his grip “Seriously, I don’t want to” I said firmly pressing my hands against his chest to push him away.

“Oooohhh she’s a feisty one” he said holding my tighter. At this point I started to panic but then he appeared.

Azriel.

“She said no asshole” he said, his voice calm but serious. “I suggest you take your hands off her.”

“Or what” the man challenged.

“Or I’ll have to break them” Azriel said bringing his hands up to crack his knuckles in warning.

“This ass might just be worth it” the man said bringing his hand to graze my backside, I tried again to squirm away from his touch.

Azriel was quick, faster than lightning as he descended on the male and before I could register what was happening I heard it. The telltale -crack- as Azriel bent the mans hands in an unnatural position.

He screamed in pain, and I took the opportunity to get even with the man. I didn’t need Azriel’s help but I appreciated it. I felt the give of bone under my hand as I used my palm to break his nose. He screamed as blood gushed from his nostrils and tried to bring his broken hands to stop the bleeding.

I was vaguely aware of the onlookers but paid them no mind as I fled to the bathroom to wash his blood off my hands. What was that?

I couldn’t help but disassociate as I watched the red water circle down the drain. I was only vaguely aware of the door opening and the sound of the lock engaging.

I looked into the mirror, locking eyes with Azriel who made his way over to the sink. He wordlessly pumped the soap into his hands rubbing it over mine as he got into all the crevices, removing any trace of the blood that remained. He delicately rinsed them and grabbed a towel patting my hands dry all in tense silence.

“T-Thank you” I managed to whisper as he quickly washed and dried his own hands.

“Come on” he said gripping my hands in his “We’re leaving”

“With you?” I questioned “Absolutely not.”

“Will you stop pretending you hate me for five minutes?” he said, “You’re shaking like a leaf and this place doesn’t serve food so I’m taking you to get something to eat before you pass out.”

My stomach grumbled at the mention of food. Traitor.

“Fine but let me tell the others where I’m going” I replied.

“I’ll meet you out front” he said making his exit from the bathroom.

What the fuck are you doing. I asked myself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and making my way back to the table.

Only Rhysand and Feyre were there, his hand gripping her thigh possessively as he whispered something in her ear.

“Hey guys” I said as I approached “Where’s Nes?”

“Oh, she and Cassian left about 45 minutes ago, the sexual tension was too much” Feyre said

“Ughhh, they are insatiable” I said grabbing the remainder of my drink and chugging it

“Whoa. What’s gotten into you?” Feyre asked leaning forward as Rhys observed silently.

“I just came to let you know that I’m heading out…with Azriel.”

“You’re what?!” she exclaimed as she stood walking around the table.

“I’ll explain everything later, it’s a riveting story” I said “but he’s waiting for me outside and before you ask, I am sharing my location with you and Nes in the event that he kidnaps and murders me.”

“If I don’t hear from you in over 12 hours, I will contact the authorities” Feyre said with a smile “By the way, I’m going to Rhys’ tonight and Nes will probably stay at Cassian’s so the apartment is yours if you end up back there” she said with a wink.

“I’m not going to sleep with him, he’s my arch nemesis if you’ll recall” I said “its been…a night and we’re just getting food.”

“I know how you love a good enemies to lovers plot y/n” Feyre said “this is like your real life fantasy”

“Ha. ha. very funny Fey” said as I hugged her and turned to leave.

“Use protection!” she practically screamed as I walked away. I shook my head smiling at the implication.

As the brisk night air hit my skin, I scanned my surroundings for him. I forgot how to breathe as I saw him, holding out a black helmet as he leaned against a motorcycle.

I was in deep shit.

“Hop on princess” Azriel said placing the helmet on my head and snapping it into place under my chin. He swung his leg over the bike scooting forward as he turned the key in the ignition.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I climbed on behind him.

“It’s a surprise” he said as his hand grabbed my thigh, pulling me so that I was firmly pressed against him. I wrapped my hands around his middle, tucking my head into his back.

“Hold on tight” he said, and then we were off.

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He took me to a small diner, which was not what I expected from him. I mean this place looked like it was straight out of the 1950’s. It was called Rita’s and the décor was retro, red booths that looked like they were wrapped in cellophane with white top tables that had aluminum wrapping along the sides. The walls had a funky striped wallpaper with vintage posters. It was a cute place.

He seemed to frequent the place as the staff immediately welcomed him in by name and asked him if he wanted his usual table. He nodded, grabbing two menus and walked us to a booth in the corner. I sat on one side, and he took the other handing me a menu. I looked it over deciding on breakfast, I loved it at all times of the day but especially when I was slightly drunk. There was nothing better to prevent a hangover than waffles.

“Know what you want princess?” he asked.

“Mmhm” I nodded closing the laminated menu and setting it in front of me.

He lifted his hand, gesturing the waitress to come over to our table.

“Hey Alice” he greeted. “Slow night?”

“It’s Friday night” she replied “it’ll pick up around 3 when the bars all close”

“Typical” Az said, and he was smiling. This was a side I definitely hadn’t seen of him before.

“What can I get y’all?” Alice asked, holding a pen in one hand and a pad of paper in the other.

“I’ll have my usual” Az said “and she can have whatever she wants.”

I looked to Alice, her pen at the ready “I’ll have the Belgian waffle combo, eggs over-easy, and bacon please.”

“Alrighty, and anything to drink?” Alice asked

“Coffee for me” Az said and looked to me expectantly.

“Uh- I’ll have the same” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those coffee’s and the food will be out soon” Alice flashed us a smile and was off.

“So. You clearly come here a lot”

“It’s quiet, and the people here…they don’t know me so I can just be who I want and not the person everyone expects me to be.”

I nodded along with what he was saying, it was so honest, I didn’t expect him to have a decent side to him, but it appears I stood corrected because he was much more complex than I gave him credit for.

Apparently his usual was a bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles and a side of fries and he was a perfect gentlemen and pretended not to notice when I snuck a few fries for myself.

The conversation between us was easy- it was carefree. We talked about everything; school, our futures, our ambitions and before I knew it the clock read 3am. As I looked around the diner I realized more of the booths were filled with couples and groups all looking for a cure to their night adventures. Alice came over to top off our coffee and Azriel took the opportunity to ask for the bill.

As Alice walked away to retrieve it, I reached into my bag looking for my wallet.

“Don’t even think about it” he warned his voice serious and demanding

“Think about what?” I asked innocently.

“Paying” he said simply

“Az, it’s no big deal I don’t mind paying my half” I argues.

“it’s a big deal to me” he said “I brought you here so it’s my treat”

“Fine” I agreed rolling my eyes dramatically.

Azriel quickly paid the bill and as we stood to leave Alice walked past wishing us a goodnight, but without warning she quickly turned around pointing her finger at Azriel like a stern parent.

“You better bring her back Azriel” Alice said sweetly “You two make the cutest couple.”

I couldn’t help but blush at the thought. Azriel and I?

As we exited the building, I realized that I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted to see more of him, experience more with him and I was nowhere near ready to part ways.

“So…what now?” I asked as I once again began the task of putting on the bike helmet.

“Well.” He said “I can take you home and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”

“Or?” I asked.

“Or. We can go back to mine for another drink.”

I felt giddy at the thought of being alone with him in his apartment and I immediately agreed. I was determined to unravel the mystery that is this man.

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His apartment wasn’t at all what I imagined. I thought it would be some ridiculously decorated bachelor pad of sorts, I assumed there would be led lights and flags on the walls and he would have red solo cups and plastic silverware but I have never been more wrong.

It was a stunning space, with a view overlooking the city skyline and he had simple and modern décor mostly a sleek black and grey but there were subtle touches of cobalt throughout the space. He even had art adorning the walls and everything was immaculately clean.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked making his way to the kitchen. I followed behind him seating myself on the island counter.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having” I replied as he pulled a pair of wine glasses from a cabinet.

He made his way to the fridge opening it to grab a bottle of wine. I noticed that he was also incredibly organized. Everything seemed to have a place. I thought as I looked around the kitchen, I refocused on him as I heard the subtle -pop- of the cork as he opened the bottle with ease and poured us both a glass before putting it back in its designated place.

He took a few steps towards me, standing between my legs as he extended the glass to me. He was so close that I could smell the slight notes of cedar and rain from his cologne, it seemed to envelop me.

“Thanks” I said taking the glass from his hands and bringing it to my lips taking a small sip.

“What do you think?” he asked swirling his glass before taking a sip.

“Well, to be honest I’m more of a white wine kind of girl- but this is excellent.”

He smiled “it’s a Valpolicella- I figured you would prefer something sweet”

“A Vallo- what?” I asked

“Valpolicella- it’s Italian” he said taking another sip.

“and you know that because…you have an affinity for wines?”

“No princess, I grew up in Italy.”

“How did I not know that?” I asked him

“It’s not something I particularly like talking about”

“Why not” I pushed as I swirled the liquid languidly in the glass

“My childhood- was not…ideal” he began

“How so?” I asked

“I was adopted… Rhysand’s parents adopted me from the Italian orphanage when I was 13 years old.”

My eyes went wide at the information- but he continued.

“When I was 13, I was working the streets, doing small jobs like delivery services for coins, hustling vacationers, and stealing scraps of food when I could. But one day there were these boys who just wanted to play with me. Their parents were in town on business and they were staying at the Hotel Adriata and invited me over for a playdate.” He laughed at the memory “I was young- obviously- and naïve so I went, and our mother just had this instant connection to me and before I knew it the papers were signed, and I was on a plane crossing the ocean.”

“That must have been traumatic to go through all of that at such a formative age” I said

He nodded, his eyes vacant and far away.

“Do you remember much about Italy?” I asked

“I remember every detail. The cobblestone streets, the salty sea air, the orphanage, the nuns, my birth parents…” He trailed off at the mention of his birth parents, so I decided to change to an easier subject.

“Do you still speak the language?”

He nodded his head

“Prove it”

“How could I possibly prove it?” he reasoned.

“Say something to me.”

“I don’t really-”

“Oh, come on” I begged “pretty please”

“Fine” he huffed as he downed the remainder of his wine in one large gulp.

“sei così dannatamente bella” he said softly “le cose che voglio farti farebbero arrossire gli dei ”

“What does that mean” I asked

He set his empty glass down beside me, resting his arms on either side of my thighs as he came close.

“It means…” he began, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as his thumb grazed my cheek.

“You’re so damn beautiful…the things I want to do to you would make the gods blush”

I forgot how to breathe as his hazel eyes burned into me, his gaze dark and hungry and maybe it was the wine, or the fact that he was so honest and vulnerable about his past, but I couldn’t seem to resist the pull to kiss him.

So, I did.

This was no ordinary kiss; it was full of passion and desire. His hand cupped my jaw angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I let out an involuntary moan at the feeling which only further encouraged him.

He lifted me from the counter with ease, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass as he carried me through the apartment. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself upright as I lost myself in his touch. His mouth exploring me, planting needy open-mouthed kisses to my jaw and neck.

I didn’t even realize we were in his bedroom until he turned to seat himself on the mattress angling me so that I was straddling him as I took control of the kiss, running my fingers through his hair and slowly grinding against him.

I pulled away and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing my fingers over the muscles that adorned his chest and tracing the tattoos that adorned his shoulders and chest. It was a swirling black ink that almost looked like smoke.

He patted my thigh as a gesture for me to move off him a moment so he could remove his shirt and as he turned around, I let out a gasp at his back. It was a beautiful tan like the rest of him, but it was covered with two large wings. The more I looked at them the more they looked like bat wings the black ink shaded to look like the thin membrane that made up a majority of the structure and the little bones that jutted out along the tops for structure and stability. I had never seen anything so large and so detailed. I stood and approached him from behind slowly tracing my fingers along the outline of the tattoo taking in the intricacy of it.

“Like what you see princess” he teased his low voice gripping my hand and holding it against his chest as I circled back to stand in front of him.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to answer.

He grasped my wrist in his hand, pulling my flush against the front of his body “I’m going to make this very clear y/n. All it takes is one word, just one word princess. You tell me to stop, and I will-”

“And if I don’t want you to stop?” I asked in almost a whisper.

“Then you belong to me and tonight every inch of you will be mine” he said skimming his fingers over my thighs and up my body

“Then make me yours”

He wasted no time pulling my body into his, our mouths meeting in another desperate kiss a clash of teeth and tongues as he took control of my body spinning me until my back hit the mattress.

He climbed on top of me, using his knee to spread my legs as he settled himself between them deepening the kiss and running his hands along the length of my body. It was like I could feel him everywhere. He lowered himself and began at my feet, removing my heels as he ran his hands up my legs digging gently into the flesh on my thighs before his hands settled on my belt, slowly unbuckling it and then he began working on my pants, unclasping them with ease. His fingers hooked at the waistband, and I lifted my hips a little to aid him in removing them.

He discarded them somewhere behind him, I didn’t really notice as he unbuttoned the bodysuit from between my legs, I sat and pulled the garment over my head, tossing it behind him to join the pile of clothing.

I leaned back resting my weight on my elbows as I watched him. I was now almost bare in front of him, my panties were the only piece of clothing that remained, but by now they were soaking wet. The cool air heightening my need for him as my nipples peaked the skin pebbling in anticipation of his touch.

He stood at the side of the bed, his hazel eyes fixed on me as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it off in one swift movement and the next he pulled off his trousers kicking them off to the side. I trailed my eyes down the expanse of his body until they rested on his straining erection which clearly visible now that he was left in his briefs.

I gulped at the size, he was well endowed to put it nicely.

“Az…I don’t know if- if you’ll fit”

“I promise it’ll fit darling” he cooed “I just need to make sure you’re nice and wet for me”

I squeezed my thighs together at the implication.

“Relax, princess” he said as he rested his hands on my knees, beckoning me to open my legs for him. I did and he settled himself between them pulling me, so my core was directly in front of him.

He licked his lips in anticipation before hooking his fingers on the waistband of my panties, pulling them off in one swift moment. I didn’t even have a moment to be embarrassed about being so bare in front of him because he immediately dove in.

I threw my head back in ecstasy as he lapped at me like a man starved. The sensations were so overwhelming I tried to close my legs, but his hands were there, holding me open like his own personal buffet. I felt the gentle prodding of his finger at my entrance as he pushed into me, slowly pumping it, while he licked at my clit.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight” he groaned, his voice low and guttural as he pulled his finger out of me, licking my juices off before adding another, curling the digits inside of me while paying special attention to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I could feel my release building with every movement, but just as I was about to cum, he suddenly withdrew his fingers and his tongue. I let out a frustrated groan at the loss of contact.

“You’re not going to cum until my cock is buried deep inside of you” he said pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I sat up on my elbows, looking down at him as he crawled his way up my body caging me beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing a kiss to his lips. The taste of me still lingered there but I didn’t particularly care. Unlike earlier this kiss was slow- thorough. Like we had all the time in the world, like we were the only ones in it. I couldn’t help but arch into his body. I needed his touch like I needed to breathe, and he was more than happy to oblige, he held our weight with one arm while the other snaked around my waist holding me tightly against him.

From this position, I could feel his cock resting at my navel so I reached between us pumping him slowly while using my thumb to spread the pearly beads of precum around the head of him. “fuck princess” he moaned at the sensation

At that encouragement, I pressed on his chest urging him to roll over “I want to make you feel good” I said softly “but I’ve never really…done this part” I said nervously “like used my mouth”

His hand encircled my wrist pausing my movements “There will be plenty of time for that later, but right now I need to be inside of you”

I felt a wave of wetness at his admission. I wanted him too. So badly.

“You ready y/n?” he asked gently “just one word and we stop.”

“I want this.” I said with a nod “I want you.”

He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

“Eyes on me princess” he demanded. I met his gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust as he rubbed himself in my wetness coating his cock completely before pushing into me in one swift movement.

I cried out at the sudden stretch, my body working to accommodate his considerable length.

He stilled inside me, giving me time to adjust before he began a torturously slow pace pulling completely out of me before pushing himself back in to the hilt. The long strokes allowing me to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

“More” I panted

“Are you sure about that princess” he asked, his voice dark and sultry

“I’m good” I nodded meeting his hungry gaze.

“You’ll tell me if it becomes too much for you” he said lifting my legs from his waist to rest on his shoulders the new angle already driving him deeper

I nodded eagerly “I will”

“Alright princess” he said

He began with slow deep strokes and picked up the pace with each thrust. He brought one of his hands to hold my waist practically pulling my body into him as the other rested on my lower stomach his thumb finding my clit, rubbing lazy circles around the bundle in time with his thrusts.

The sensation was overwhelming, I had never felt so full or so stimulated. It was like every nerve in my body was thrumming with electricity. The only sounds filling the room were skin slapping and my moans of pleasure as he set a brutal pace, I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

My hands found his face and I pulled his forehead to rest against mine as I clung to him, my nails clawing into his back, leaving large red welts along the delicate lines of his tattoos. He flexed his shoulders at the contact and moaned at the sensation. He stilled inside me, his hand stroking my neck and jaw.

“I can feel how close you are princess” he groaned “You want me to make you cum”

“Y-yes please Az” I pleaded

“Aww. Listen to you begging like such a good girl” his thumb once again found my clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

“Look at me” he demanded “I want you to look at me when I make you cum”

He thrust deep into me, his movements on my clit fast but precise and without warning my orgasm barrelled through me, but my eyes met his and held his gaze as he chased his own release.

“Fuck princess, you’re gripping me so tight” he said before he came with a sinful sounding moan his eyes half lidded and his mouth slightly parted.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he gently pulled out, the combination of our releases slowly leaking out of me as he stood.

“Stay there” he said retreating to what I assumed was his bathroom as I heard the faucet running.

He returned a moment later with a warm washcloth. He gently climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and he patted my legs urging me to open them for him. my legs were still shaking from my release, but I obliged.

“Relax. I just want to get you cleaned up” he reassured me as he ran the cloth between my folds cleaning off our juices, the warmth soothing the soreness that I could already feel was beginning to set in after our activities. Once satisfied with his work, he pulled the comforter down picking me up and tucking me under his blankets.

“Stay here” he warned “I’ll be right back”

I couldn’t help but be curious as to what he was doing, but just as I was about to get up and investigate he reemerged with a tray in hand. I sat up in his bed as he set the tray down on his side of the bed. I looked over to find that it had Tylenol, water, and an assortment of snacks and treats and my phone which I was grateful for because I hadn’t even remembered where I left it.

“Here” he said handing me a glass of water and a pill “It’ll help with any soreness.”

I downed it quickly, handing the glass back to Az.

“Can I have my phone?” I asked, he handed it over quickly as he settled himself in bed beside me. Pulling the covers over us both. I checked the time surprised to find that it was almost 6am.

I placed my phone face down on the table beside me.

“So, what now?” I asked Azriel

“Well, I would like to sleep” he teased “I’m quite exhausted”

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Feyre: Just checking in. You okay? Y/n: I'm more than okay. Be home tomorrow 😘 Feyre: 🍆?

I rolled my eyes at my phone, a smile on my lips at the fact that she was right about Az and I.

“Do I need to get you home anytime soon?” he asked pulling me closer into him, wrapping his arm around my middle.

I rolled over so we were face to face “No, I’m really enjoying this. Just being here- alone with you”

“So am I princess” he said pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Before I knew it, I slipped into a dreamless sleep, safe in the arms of a man I despised 24 hours ago, who knew that one night could change everything.

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Out of Place Together

University Remus x Male Reader

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Summary: An academia-core themed story about the Marauders during their final year of university in the Muggle world. Soon after meeting each other Remus begins to fall for one of Sirius' friends Y/N another shy student.

CW: Injury description and drug use

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"Was that someone at the door Remus?" came the confused mumbles of Sirius as he plodded down the stairs, missing one sock. Remus was still standing in the hallway, staring longingly at the closed front door. Hearing his name again snapped him out of his stationary state but Remus deliberately choice to not answer the question as he followed his housemate into the kitchen. "Your up early" Remus queried to distract Sirius from asking again as he switch on the kettle. "Hmmm yeah" Sirius groaned, pulling his torso out of the cupboard clutching a box of cereal which be began to eat from in small handfuls. "My Professor was so pleased with my course work submission, she's insisted that I have a meeting with her to discuss the possibility of a masters dissertation" a few cubes of shredded wheat scattered onto the floor as he spoke. "Remind me to thank you and Y/N for that later" Sirius munched. Upon hearing Y/Ns name Remus drummed the top of the kettle as it started to whistle.

"You ... um You and Y/N were on the same course in first year right" Remus ask, he had never tried to make a sentence sound so forcefully casual in his existence. "Yeah, but I didn't see much of him until the end of the year" Sirius stated loudly between mouthfuls, unfazed by the question. "He didn't always show up to class and always seemed to have somewhere to go after them as well. However once I finally got a hold of him he was a riot. Such a funny guy! Clever too! And he will tell you he cant act but that's rubbish, in the second semester he did an excerpt from Chekov's 'The Seagull' which I found genuinely fantastic." Sirius had hopped onto the kitchen counter top and Remus handed him a cup of tea before leaning against the table. "Did he ever tell you why he didn't come to class?" Remus asked blowing on his own steaming mug. "No thought a few weeks before I switched he started showing up more and got into all the behind the scenes technical stuff. Honestly everyone else in that class is an pompous airhead so it was refreshing to finally have him to talk to more regularly and you know he was the one who suggested I look into Psychology" Sirius beamed and was about to take another sip of tea however the line of specific questions had finally caught up with him. Sirius squinted at his friend, "Why are you asking all these questions about Y/N?". Looking down at his own swamp coloured tea Remus sighed, he knew he couldn't keep this from Sirius for long so he might as well get it over with.

"Y/N stayed the night. He was the one who left this morning", Sirius' half drunk cup of tea along with several used forks and plates nearly cascaded off the counter top as he leaped down to the floor and excitly gripped the shoulders of his friend. "FUCK! ARE YOU SERIOUS" Sirius bellowed out shocking the half awake James who had just made his way into the kitchen, "No, your Sirius. What's going on?" he asked as he slipped passed the other two. "Remus slept with Y/N!" shot out of Sirius mouth at a speed which Remus could not compete with. James who had started to lean in the backdoor, about to lit a cigarette froze, his eyes grow large and joyous "No shit! I KNEW there was something going on between you two. Congratulations dude!". Remus somehow both loved his friends deeply and hated them in unison. "I did not sleep with him!" Remus corrected firmly, he was thinking back to how Y/Ns face looked in the dark in his room, and how cosy he looked in Remus' jumper that morning. He wished he had told Y/N he could have kept it. "Y/N just stayed the night. But I do really like him. I'm going to pick him up after his play tonight again and I don't know I was thinking maybe then I could ask-".

"Um mate" James interjected "Don't mean to put a damper on the situation but have you seen the date" while he spoke James knocked his knuckled onto the wall next to him where the house calendar hung. It was a mess of scribbles and snarky little notes to one another, nevertheless within all the writing was a thick red circle on todays square. In bold capital letters below it read "FULL MOON". Remus frowned, he remembered writing it, 'Shit' he murmured rubbing the back of his neck which was already becoming sore and stiff. "Its alright" Sirius insisted in a perky raised voice, "I can drive him back for you" this offer made both James and Remus laugh causing their smaller friend to glare back and forth between them, "What! Why not!" Sirius demanded. "Halloween 1979. That's way!" Said Remus with a smile on his face but with a look which made Sirius push the matter no further. Remus sighed and tried to roll his uncomfortable shoulder blades before looking hopefully at James. His friend smiled kindly and nodded, "I can drive him home for you", James then turned the pouting Sirius next to him, "You can come too". Inverting his mood Sirius hopped from one foot to another in a victorious jig "We will take good care of your boyfriend Mooney" he cried out, giving a thumbs up in Remus' direction. "He's not my ... alright, thank you guys really *sigh* I need to go back to bed" huffed Remus as him frame hunched over and he exited the kitchen.

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Y/N met the grinning duo in Remus car shortly after the play was over, James explained that Remus was sorry but wasn't feeling well. Y/N had a strong idea of what the reasoning was for his absence, looking up towards the ink sky though he choice not the push. The journey home was enjoyable as the three guys chatted or more accurately Y/N moderated a hefty debate with James and Sirius over who was the best quidditch player during their time in school. Once they arrived at Y/Ns accommodation he regrettably informed the two this discussion would have to reconvene at a later date. Y/N collected this things and began to exit the car, as he did Sirius, like a dog being allowed to shotgun, bent his head out of the open car door window, "He really likes you, you know" and he smirked as he watched Y/N fail to conceal an embarrassed smile, "Yeah i think I know" Y/N said softly looking at the floor. He had half convinced himself this whole situation was fictional, an amusing story he had deveolped in his own mind for entertainment. The other more concerned and stressed parts of his mind earnestly wishes this could all be a dream. That way nothing would go wrong.

"You know, we could take you back to ours" chimed in James from the drivers side, leaning forward and giving Y/N a ridiculously toothy smile. "Some other time you guys" Y/N replied playfully and saying goodnight to his escorts began to walk towards his front door.

Inside instead of being met by the familiar deafening throb of base music coming from the kitchen Y/N could hear a softer but still obnoxious volume of reggie music spilling out of the living room. This change in atmosphere made Y/N mistakenly enter the room to collect a few books he thought he'd left in there. The thick cloud of smoke wrapped around Y/N head as he opened the door, making his eyes water slightly. As the fumes spread he saw several of his housemates slouched in ripped arm chairs and old beanbags, a bare minimum chores of greetings moved across the room like a drunk Mexican wave. Gritting his teeth Y/N responded with an equally low effort formality as he started to look for his books. "Hey ..... have you got a light?" slurred a person across the room, looking up from his search Y/N was shocked to see Peter. Or at least a version of Peter that looked as if he'd forgotten to shower or sleep properly for several days. Y/N wasn't sure what looked more concerning, the intensely saturated red which outlined Peter's pupils or the the hollowed out eye bags underneath them. "Um yeah" Y/N finally answered pulling out his own lighter and moving towards the curled up figure of Peter. Getting closer to him Y/N noticed what seemed to be a perfectly good lighter right next to Peters left foot. Clearly too spaced out to noticed Peter took Y/Ns lighter out of his hand, mumbling a string of words which might have been a thank you. The absurd amount of smoke not the mention the over powering smell of the room was starting to get to Y/N as he began to cough again. "I have asked you guys to open the windows when you smoke inside the house" Y/N awkwardly reminds the residents of the room though he knows none of them are listening to him so he turns and heads to the door. An unpleasant snore erupts from the other side, "god your such a tight arse Y/N". Peter was clearly trying to seal a place within Y/Ns aloof housemates, a small collection of half engaged wheezes was all he needed to grow in confidence as he hunched forward in his chair, repeatedly flicking Y/Ns lighter, unsuccessfully getting it to light. "Oliver was right about you".

This sentence made Y/Ns entire nerve system shut down and he felt like he was going to vomit. Then came the feeling of pain which started in his stomached and spread to his toes and head. Slowly turning around in panicked anguish he looked at Peter, who seemed to have fully moved from what he had said and having finally gotten the lighter to work was rotated the flame bellow an glass cylinder looking item which began to emit dark smoke. Y/N left the room.

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"Peter?" asked Sirius.

"Peter" confirmed Y/N siting on the opposite sofa to Sirius in the Marauders living room. Beams from the morning sun highlighted the steam from their cups of tea which had remained untouched since they entered the room. After last night Y/N felt he had to let the other know what he had saw. "Hey there Y/N" James said warmly entering the room with a bowl of cereal "we did ask you if you wanted to come back with us last night". As James sat down Sirius retold him what Y/N had just said, James naturally cheerful demeanour began to sour and he put down his bowl to rub his forehead. "For fuck sake Peter" he whispered both expressing frustration as well as concern. As he massaged his temple James peered at his watch and his train of thought seemed to jump, "Hey Sirius" he called to his fellow roommate watching his wrist. "Oh yeah" replied Sirius understanding perfectly, he hopped off the sofa and walked towards a door which Y/N had never properly noticed before. It was painted the same colour as the walls which helped with its camouflage but now inspecting it Y/N noticed there was a sturdy block which Sirius undid with a effort. As he opened the door Y/N was surprised to see he was met with darkness and was even more taken aback to see Sirius descend into it.

"I didn't know you guys had a basement." James only hummed back in agreement not fully listening still rubbing his head. "Peters really not in a good place is he" Y/N said solemnly to which James sighed and took off his glasses "He's just always wanted to fit in" James began to explain, his eyes fixed on his glasses which he was cleaning his the end of his shirt, "And I always used to tell him when we were all at school. You fit in just fine with us Peter. You don't need to prove yourself in any of these stupid ways. But I guess he just didn't see it this way". Y/N was listening carefully but really didn't know how to responded.

"JAMES!" boomed an concerned voice from the still open dark doorway which Sirius had entered. It came a second time more urgent with the added "I NEED SOME HELP!" to which James jumped up instantly, leaping over the coffee table and darted into the dark entrance way. Y/N felt utterly lost and he rose from his own seat as he started to hear what he believed to be a lot of panic talk and panting between the two man. Gradually their voices came closer and then the door way was full of not just two figure, but three. The third hung over James and Sirius supporting arms which were already smeared with blood. Despite being practically carried by the other two the collapsed figure in the middle was breathing the heaviest and Y/N could see a long prominent gash starting on the left shoulder descended down to the stomach. It was Remus. His thick hair fell fully over his face but Y/N knew. The stress knot in his stomach began to twist.

Leaning the weight of his injured friend fully onto James, Sirius darted out of the room leaving the door open behind him, "I'll grab the first aid fix". James now meeting eyes Y/N started to fumble over his words, trying to find a reasonable explanation, "Its fine. I know." Y/N reassured him quickly coming over and taking Sirius' place as additional support, wrapping Remus limp arm over his neck. Gingerly they made their way to the open door and up the stairs. Y/N was surprised by his own efficiency, from the outside he seemed calm. On the inside he had lost treat of how many beats per second his heart was doing. Instead of taking Remus to his room, they carefully carried him toward to bathroom where Y/N could hear the taps running. With additional help from Sirius the three man where able to lower Remus fragile bleeding body into the water, causing Remus to let out a cry of discomfort followed by a heaving exhale of subsiding pain. James took to dealing with the trail of blood which they had made while Sirius listed off all the supplies they had in their first aid box in a frantic tone. Without thinking as if on autopilot Y/N picked up a clean cloth, submerge it into the lukewarm water then with the upmost care. As if he was brushing water droplets off rose petals, be began to dab at Remus' wound. Y/N kept his eyes on Remus' contorted expressions, insuring he didn't apply too much pressure to cause anymore pain. James started to yell from downstairs for Sirius to come and help him clean, his order looked at if it was able to make Sirius snap. "Hey. Hey" Y/N said calmly getting Sirius attention, "Its okay. Go. I've got this". After fluttering several looks from Y/N to Remus Sirius reluctantly sprinted out of the room.

Despite the echoing commotion from downstairs, the bathroom suddenly grew an atmosphere of peace. The drip from the tap paired well with the gentle sloshing sounds of water as Y/N continued to wet his cloth and wipe down Remus' body. Y/N was unsure whether the wounded Remus was fully conscious so for the time being he focused on his job. Letting the red and brown clouded water drain from the tub Y/N refilled it with fresh warm water. Taking a fresh cloth Y/N started to process again, he was so focused on cleaning a nasty cut on Remus' other shoulder that once Remus bruised hand moved itself and placed itself on top of Y/Ns he gasped slightly. Remus' eyes were half open, looking up at the ceiling, he only seemed to be half with it. Remus' grip made Y/N drop the cloth into the water, causing another desperation of colour to spread across the tub. Their fingers weaved around one another and Y/N sat waiting for Remus to speak.

"Read to me" Remus finally uttered before closing his eyes again, sinking slightly further into the bathtub. Looking around Y/N failed to spot any books of any sort in the bathroom. Pausing his search as Remus let out a groan of discomfort Y/N then felt inside his front pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small black leather notebook. He was not being observed but Y/N did suddenly feel on display as he started to read. The story he read to Remus was one about a lighthouse keeper, stranded on a small island unable to escape by boat. It was a story he had written. As each sentence bounced off the ceramic tiles of the room Remus' breathing appeared to soften and his brow unknotted. The only part of him which remained clenched was his hand, tightly holding onto Y/Ns, as if he feared if he let go he would sink under the murky water and never resurface. After an undetermined amount of time Y/N found himself reaching the end of his notebook, looking up Remus' body not only seemed to be at peace, it was also asleep. The top half of his chest raising and falling out of the water. Turning towards the doorway Y/N saw James with a mop in and Sirius sporting a pair of neon rubber gloves, they too had a more relaxed expression returning to their faces as they smiled at Y/N.

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Forbidden Love

Zeus!Alpha! Oboro Shirakumo x Priestess! Omega! Reader

(I do not own My Hero academia or any of the characters/references to the show or manga in this story. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

(A/N: I know this isn’t completely accurate to the Greek Mythos. This is my own world and rendition of the Greek Pantheon and the world that they exist in. Each of the Gods and Goddesses have a host. The host can have an extended mortal life once taking on the spirit of the Deity that they take on. once that host body has grown sick or ill, they need to find a new one. Also, reader is going to a type of priestess college.)

TW: Angst, Omegaverse shenanigans, spirit transfer, slight traumatic marking, sex scene, spirit and host, consummating a mating.

WC: 4,878

It was a dark and stormy night, thunder boomed and lightning cracked across the sky, temporarily lighting up the pitch black of night. You were running for your life as you were being chased by a bull that had been spooked and was chasing you through the forest. You knew that you should have waited to go home in the morning and stayed at your school with you being and Omega. But you wanted to get home so your parents wouldn’t worry. As you ran, you held your arms to your chest as you ran before you stopped in a clearing, looking for shelter until another crack of lightning lit up the darkness of the clearing, revealing to you a small group of three men standing in the meadow, seeming to have been caught up in the middle of an argument.

“You know its hard enough to pick a spirit for your mate. You must pick the right one and make sure that they like the host and they will bond together correctly otherwise both host and spirit will die. Hera’s host has been sick for a while. Its time that I choose a new one but she wants me to pick one htat’s best suited for her. How did you do it for Amphitrite?” A man with light blue hair and silver armor said to the man who had blonde hair and ocean blue armor and he was holding a golden trident.

“I went on a cruise ship, under disguise, and when I picked one, I capsized the ship and brought her to my palace and when the time was right, I mated with her. When you pick one, don’t rush it between you and the new host. Yet, you have a reason to be urgent because of the condition of your mate’s current situation.” The man in the ocean-themed armor spoke.

“You’re right. But Hera is the most picky of all of the goddesses when it comes to her host. I just hope I can pick one in time before they both die.” The first man spoke and gripped something that looked like a knife on his belt in the shape of a lightning bolt.

“Agreed, I’ll have Hermes tell Hades about your choice. Good luck on your search. But, before I leave, you should know that there’s a young Omega on the edge of the clearing, and they’ve been watching us this whole time. You might want to take an interest in them.” The ocean man spoke before disappearing in the next flash of lightning. You gasped and held your breath, expecting to be killed or harmed in some way by the man that remained in the clearing. The next flash of lightning showed that the man in the clearing was staring right you’re your soul. You fell back to the ground, only to notice that in the next flash of lightning, he was standing over you, holding the horns of the bull that seemed to catch up to you and would have trampled you if you hadn’t been aware of it. You opened your eyes with the next roll of thunder to see a pair of silver boots in front of you and the steaming breaths of the bull behind you.

Your eyes slowly looked up to see the man who looked to be an Alpha and was the same man in the silvery armor who was in the clearing only moments before. He was now standing over you and had been able to stop the bull that was determined to take your life that night. “Sorry about that, he can get spooked easily in thunderstorms. Are you alright? Let’s get you somewhere that you can dry off and change your peplos.” He spoke and chucked the bull out into the clearing. He then bent down and scooped you up in his arms. “The nasty weather is partially my fault. The downpour is more of my brother’s fault. All of this is because of my brothers getting pushy about my selection of a new host for my mate.” He spoke and your eyes widened as you recognized who it was. The man in front of you, and the one out in the field earlier weren’t just men, but gods. Specifically Poseidon and Zeus. Poseidon was the one holding the trident while Zeus was the one currently holding you in his arms as he walked through the woods. You closed your eyes and turned your head away from him. “My Lord, Zeus. I am sorry that I didn’t recognize you and your brother Poseidon out in the field, please don’t hurt me.” You pleaded, expecting to experience the wrath of the god next to you. You heard him chuckle and you looked at him. “It’s alright, everyone makes mistakes. Let’s get you to a safe place. Is your home nearby so I can drop you there. Or I know a cozy little cabin not too far from here.” He spoke. You looked around to try and make out any kind of land mark that would help guide your way home but the surrounding area was too dark to make anything out clearly. “I don’t think we’re anywhere near my home. I think that cabin sounds lovely.” You told him.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Zeus told you and carried you a little longer before a small and cozy log cabin appeared. There was a lit candle in the window and smoke coming out of the chimney to make the place seem welcoming. “Are you sure it’s safe? It seems like someone is already inside.” You spoke, worried that you might meet another god or goddess that night. “Don’t worry. It’s probably Hestia tending to the hearth. She does that from time to time.” Zeus reassured you. Once at the door, Zeus shifted you around in his arms so you were now positioned over his shoulder like someone would haul a sack of potatoes.

As he shifted you, you picked up his scent of oak, burning pinewood, and air just after lightning has struck with hints of ancient parchment.

“Thank you, Lord Zeus.” You spoke, keeping your eyes to the ground, since that was the only place that you could you look at.

“You’re welcome. But drop the titles. I prefer to be called by my name only when I’m one on one with someone. It doesn’t matter who it is. The titles are only for a formal session. AS if I was in the throne room with everyone else present.” He says as he carries you into the cabin and sets you down on the couch. He went to take his cape off and walked into the kitchen to begin making tea. You stood and walked into the kitchen, wanting to take over the task of making tea. “I should be doing this. You’re a god after all and I’m a mere lowly human. We were made to service the gods. I was on my way home from training to be a priestess when the bull got spooked and chased me through the woods… let me help you.” Zeus stopped you before you could even take over. “That is very kind of you. But hospitality is one of my specialties on top of being King of Olympus and Lord over all of Olympus. What those scribes put into the scrolls is barely scratching the surface of what my family and I are known for, represent, and protect. But you sit down while I make the tea and we can chat.” He spoke as he went back to making the tea. You sat down on the couch to see a young girl tending the fire. She had long, silvery, curly hair that went down to her waist. She wore a red cloak and she was prodding at the embers of the flame. “You must be Hestia.” You spoke. The young girl turned and nodded at you before turning back to the fire. “Tea is ready!” Zeus called out and you looked away from Hestia doing her task to see the god walking over with two mugs and a pot of tea on a tray. You looked back where Hestia was to see that she had left already. “Looks like Hestia was here. Glad she came, the fire was looking a little dim. But nevermind that, tell me more about you training to be a priestess. I know some Omegas like yourself do spend their lives working at a temple, but some also settle down and have normal lives in the city with normal jobs. You know what becoming a priestess means, yes?” He asked and handed you a mug of tea.

“Yes. I am aware of the risks. I could get picked to become one of the new hosts for a god or goddess. Many of my peers dream to become a host, yet many don’t.” You told him. “Do you know which temple that you wish to go to when you graduate?” He asked. “I want to go to either Hera or Artemis. I don’t know which one yet but I’m still deciding. I can wait up to a week before graduation which only a few weeks away.” You told him. Zeus nodded and looked into the flames flickering in the hearth.

“Tell me your thought process in choosing, maybe I can help, you know, since Hera is my wife and Artemis is one of my daughters.” He spoke.

“I didn’t think of that. Thank you for your assistance. I would pick Hera because once you live a few years at one of her temples, you are allowed to leave and take a mate, knowing that she will protect your marriage and any of the Omegas that bear pups after marriage. Also, Hera is a protector of Omegas and Betas. Artemis would give someone a form of immortality if you don’t die in battle, only if you pledge allegiance to her. But then you can’t get married and have a family. She protects any dynamic if they are a woman, on a super rare occasion, she might let a man into one of her temples… so I guess Hera’s temple is better off, huh?” You spoke. Zeus nodded and looked at you. He was happy that you would be at a place where he could see you again.

“You still must declare a temple soon. Hera would be a good choice as her current host is dying and she needs a replacement soon. She sent me out to find a replacement host for her. I did and I like you. I want to see you at Hera’s temple the next time I give an update to her followers about her host.” He spoke and sat back on the couch, looking to you. You were stunned as you were currently processing the fact that the god sitting next to you had informally picked you as the host for his mate. After a few minutes of silence, you looked over at Zeus. “Alright. But I have a few conditions if I am to be the next host for Hera. I will not be another Omega added to your roster of one-night stands that result in some strong hero to take on another quest or task and defeat monsters that you and your siblings throw in their way, I will be given the same respect as Hera when I take on her spirit, and when I am working my way up the ranks at the temple, you will sleep with no other woman but me. I don’t mind if you talk with them, but you will not share bed with them, is that understood?” You spoke. Zeus thought for a moment then turned to you and looked you in the eyes and nodded. “I will agree to these terms after I state a few of my own. I do not plan to make you another one of the Omegas that I have had my children with. Not at all. I was planning this from the first time I laid eyes on you. I wanted to make you the Queen of Olympus. You’re different than all the others and like I said before, the host of Hera is slowly dying. She needs a new host and I want you to be her new host. Everything you’ve told me and watching you act around me makes me believe that you can be the new goddess of marriage, women, family, and a protector to women and Omegas in childbirth. But, I can see that this is a huge responsibility to take on immediately. Sleep on it and I’ll come back in the morning to hear your choice. Have a good evening, Y/n.” He spoke, standing and placing his cape back over his shoulders and leaving the cabin and you to your thoughts.You were in stunned silence. He wanted you to come live on Olympus with him forever. Come to be his Queen, and his mate, and most of all, become the new host to the goddess Hera. You had known a couple of people that had given their lives to take on the spirits of other deities in the past but they were minor ones. Not any of the bigger gods or goddesses like Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, or Hades. You let your thoughts stew for a while before heading to bed and sleeping on the idea overnight.

You went outside and found Zeus around a small firepit, making a simple breakfast for the both of you to share. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, not looking back to you. “I did. And I know why you’re here. You want my answer to last night’s proposal.” You spoke and sat on the log next to him. “You’re right. Now what is your answer?” He asked. “I agree to your proposal. I’ll become the next host of Hera.” You told him. “We have a deal then.” He said, holding out his hand. You took his hand and a roll of thunder and a peel of lightning cracked across the sky, sealing the deal between the two of you. “I can’t mark you before you go to her temple. It will make the others suspicious.” “True. A new priestess to Hera being marked by Zeus would put me out of the running to become her new host.” You responded. “Right. But that doesn’t mean I can kiss you.” He spoke, standing up and pulling you into a gentle kiss.

You melted into the kiss, closing your eyes, only to find that Zeus was gone. You sighed and gathered your things before heading back home and back to your life.

The next few weeks went by quickly. Once you declared to your professor and other classmates that you were going to Hera’s temple after graduation, you were placed in a class with all the other soon-to-be temple workers that were majoring in one of the goddesses to study up on the Goddess that they were going to serve under or become the new host of that deity. You spent those weeks before graduation learning about the spirit transfer to a new host and all the symbols and stories on Hera. You learned that her symbols were the peacock as that was the creature that pulled her chariot, she also had a favor for lions, pomegranate, willow trees, and lotus flowers. You learned that she was one of the supporters of Heracles when he did his 12 labors and that she was the mother to Hephestus. You also learned that the spirit transfer wasn’t as scary or difficult as you thought. If you were picked as the next host, you were to go into a special room filled with all the symbols of the deity you were to take on. You were to say “I accept the spirit of <insert god or goddess here>.” And wait for the glowing light of the deity to transfer from the old host to the new one. You were to keep your eyes closed because the glowing light was the true form of the deity. Now you were ready.

The day came that you graduated from college, you went to your home to gather up the last of your things before you went to Hera’s Temple. You looked across the crowd that had gathered to see the graduates off, you didn’t see Zeus at all. But you heard an eagle cry and a golden eagle flew across the sky. You smiled softly to yourself before you went on your way. You arrived at Hera’s temple and you were greeted by a rather snobbish acting assistant to the high priestess who looked you up and down before muttering under their breath that you weren’t going to last but two weeks there. You rolled your eyes and you were led to your tiny room. “Get yourself settled and changed. Lunch is in half an hour then you’ll get your orientation tour.” The assistant spoke before leaving you be. You entered your room and saw Zeus laying on your bed, wearing a white chiton and a smile across his face. You began to panic and you slammed the door. “Why are you here?!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone so no one would think that you’re talking to someone when you should be alone. “I’m here, keeping up my end of our deal.” He spoke and sat forward.

“Oh, you would be banging someone else in this temple right now if we didn’t make our deal?” You asked as you began to put your things away. “Yes. I did have a thing for the high priestess before you. But you’re better than her in every way.” He spoke, standing up, and walking over to you and hugging you from behind. “My Lord Zeus, you shouldn’t be so forward with a new priestess to your wife. This is only my first day. Give it some time before they pick me.” You told him. He sighed and pulled away from you before turning away to let you change into your new peplos and a himation over it. you then put on your sandals and went to the door, pausing before looking back to see Zeus looking at you. “I know you’re going to do something to speed up the process of your wife’s host transfer. Tell me what you’re going to do so I can know what to expect.” You spoke. “I will send a letter to the high priestess that Hera’s host is dying and that she requests a new one. Knowing this high priestess, she won’t read the letter fully and pass the letter on to her assistant with the thought in her mind that she’s the one that has been picked as Hera’s new host when she’s better fit for Aphrodite. The assistant will read the letter more thoroughly than her boss and tell her boss that its actually you that has been picked as Hera’s new host. The high priestess will be shut in her room for the rest of the evening after hearing this news as she needs to sulk about the fact that she didn’t get picked to be Hera’s new host even though that’s what she’s trained for all her life. She might look into transferring to one of Aphrodite’s temples instead. The Assistant will tell you this after dinner tonight. The transfer will happen late in the night when everyone is supposed to be asleep but they will wish to see you as Hera.” Zeus explained.

“I’ll see you tonight then.” You spoke before opening the door. “Yes, I’ll see you tonight.” He spoke. You left your room and went about your first day as priestess in Hera’s temple.

The lunch and orientation went well as you were able to meet some of your peers, then it was time for dinner and evening sacrifice. You were brought into the same dining hall where you had lunch only hours before. You noted that the high priestess wasn’t there and the assistant told everyone that something had come up and that there would be a change of plans that evening and that the high priestess would be taking her dinner alone in her bedchamber. The assistant had a piece of old looking parchment in her hand which she read off to you and the whole group. “It has come to our attention that the current host of Hera is sick and dying and that Zeus has already picked someone and that someone is in this room. Y/n, in this letter, Zeus states that he has picked you to be the new host for Hera. This is typically uncalled for, but with the dire circumstances, we will allow it. You are allowed to take the rest of the day off to settle all your matters before the ceremony at midnight. The rest of you are to go about your normal day as usual.” The assistant spoke and sat down to eat. You ate your meal as usual, then went to your room to send letters to your parents, informing them of your situation.

“Dear Mother and Father, I have begun my journey as a priestess to Hera. But that’s not the only thing that happening in my life. I’ve also had an encounter with Zeus. He told me that the host of his wife, Hera, is dying and that he’s picked me to be the next host.

By the time this letter arrives to you, I will have been mated to Zeus and living on Olympus with him. Oh, he’s so much better than the stories portray him to be. I thought I’d keep you updated and I hope this finds you well.

Love,

Y/n.”

You finished the letter and placed it into an envelope and sealed it. You then handed the letter off to the messenger who was awaiting your letter. You told them where to take the letter and they dashed off as you sent a small prayer to Hermes that your letter and the messenger’s journey be swift and safe. You then spent a good part of the afternoon and the evening preparing yourself for that night’s transference ceremony. You were put through cleansing ceremonies which involved several baths and a soaking in cows milk and pomegranate juice. Once you were clothed in a special golden peplos and a small diadem that had peacock feathers made out of jewels and metal that was placed on your head before you were put into a room where the transference would take place. Inside the room were drawings of how Hera and all her siblings came into being and many other stories that included Hera. The room looked similar to that of King Tut’s tomb with all the intricacies and vastness of the space made for one person. But your eyes were drawn to a woman that looked like you that was sitting in a golden chair that had symbols of peacocks that were holding the chair up. She looked sickly and that she had been holding on for as long as you could. Zeus was behind her, waiting with her. He looked up when you entered and his face seemed to relax as you stepped forward but kept a respectful distance from Hera. “Hello there. You must be the new host that my husband has chosen for me. He did well. Now don’t be shy and come closer. We should get this done and over with. I can feel my host’s life force draining quickly.” She spoke and stood up from the chair slowly and shakily. “Zeus. You know that your presence is not required when a transference is done. Get out and I will summon you back when the process has been done.” Hera spoke. Zeus bowed his head respectfully and left the room, leaving you and Hera alone. Hera face you and looked you in the eyes. “Now, you know what has to be done?” She spoke. You nodded and closed your eyes, holding your arms out in front of you. Hera took your arms and began to chant in Ancient Greek, a bright light left the body and moved into yours. The old body turned to dust and you opened your eyes in time to see the dust swirling away with the wind. You looked over to see Zeus walking back into the room. “Hera? Is that you?” He asked. “Yes, it is, my love. Y/n is still here too.” You heard yourself speak but it wasn’t your words. “That’s fine. All I know is that I’m happy that you’re well again.” He spoke, approaching you and giving you another kiss. “You know what happens next.” He spoke quietly. “I know. Let’s go and get the rite over with.” She spoke and Zeus led you to an extravagantly decorated bed where Zeus took his armor off and set it on a stand before laying on the bed and waiting for you. you took your peplos off and climbed into the bed with him.

He began by making out with you deeply and passionately before he slowly left a trail of kisses down your jawline before he was hovering over your neck, slightly grazing where he would leave his mark on you. You gasped quietly and buried your face into his neck as he pulled you close. “Get away from there! We’d like to be alone.” He called out and giggles came from the other side of the door, which seemed to come from the other priestesses that had been in your class. “Sorry about them, you know how they can be, nosy.” Zeus told you as he turned his attention back to you. “I know. They can be very nosy in matters that don’t involve them.” You responded and gave Zeus another kiss as you entangled your fingers in his soft, cloud-like hair, sliding down to cup his face so the two of you could look each other in the eyes before you turned your head, and exposed your neck to him. He hummed and let his hands slide down to rest on your hips. “Are you ready for my mark, my love?” He asked as he left kisses all over the sensitive flesh of your neck. “Yes, I am.” You spoke, keeping your neck exposed to him. He kissed you on the mouth again before he went back to your neck and bared his marking fangs and bit down on your neck. A crack of lightning sounded and flashed across your eyes as a burning feeling erupted across your neck and smell of cooking flesh filled your nostrils. “OW!” You called out and your newly mated Alpha pulled away from you and looked at you with concern. You buried your face into his neck and took some deep breaths as the pain subsided. Zeus rubbed your back and helped you calm down a bit before he asked you if you wanted to consummate the mating and you agreed. He flipped the two of you around so you were now laying below him. He hooked your legs around his waist and he slid his cock with his knot slightly showing near the base. He slid his full length into you and began to thrust. He thrusted almost at lightning speed until you felt his seed penetrate deep into your womb.

Once the both of you were tired, he pulled out and laid next to you, pulling you close and kissing you gently. “The name of my host before I took residence in his body was Oboro. Oboro Shirakumo.” He spoke as he was watching you come down from your high. “Oh really? How long ago did you transfer to him?” You asked. “A few decades ago. Yet he still looks as young as he did the day, I transferred to him. Its strange but I don’t mind.” He told you before you cuddled into him and fell asleep.

You woke up in beautiful, crisp, white sheets trimmed with gold. You were in Olympus. It took a moment for your mind to wake up but you did eventually and remembered all that had happened the night before. You were now Hera, and today was your first day as Queen of the Gods.

The end.

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gilgamish · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @tallmatcha 💖🍵 my beloved Tagging: @paraparadigm , @kookaburra1701, @dirty-bosmer , @hogsbando Would love to see what you’re all working on :D! For this week, I’m switching gears for another WIP. It’s some of the characters from Roamer Red, but I’ve remixed them, worked on them, and put them into a story with more dark academia, queer themes, more horror, spies and double agents, and court drama yadda yadda Like essentially, RR: Gayer and Meaner Edition™

Hours later, at the reception, he broke from the party and stole into the jarl’s private gardens. Late afternoon had slipped between the rushes of columbine warm and golden. Pomp air inside the Blue Palace slowly receding from him, he passed the rows of hyacinths and cowslips, once beloved of Queen Dagmar.

But he wasn’t completely alone. Stealing up the walk behind him, hands clutching her white skirts, was Jarl Elisif herself. Heat from the late afternoon hour had put a wonderful flush in her face, and her red gleamed, though bound up in a fine net of pearls. “My jarl,” he greeted her, then looked past her for her housecarl, her steward, or perhaps a servant, but no one had entered the garden after her, leaving the pair of them unchaperoned. He could already hear the scandalized whispers and murmurings. Thane Erikur’s greasy smile came to mind, when he shook Erendil’s hand, and there was a knowing look in his eyes that Erendil wasn’t unaccustomed to getting. “Would you allow me to escort you back?” he suggested.

Jarl Elisif turned and glanced behind. “Would you care to take a stroll about the gardens first?”

With her being the jarl, he found it difficult to deny the request. “Of course.” He offered her his arm, and among the rings on her fingers then grasping his arm, the one that stood out the most was the plain band of gold on her ring finger. It was an emblematic display of how the Nord people begrudgingly adopted the concept of marriage from the rest of the Empire, even centuries later.

“Is Solitude to your liking?”

He said as pleasantly as he could, “It reminds me of Evengarden.”

“Oh, that’s right. Your family seat is also by the sea.” Her eyes, a crisp shade of blue, crinkled as she smiled.

“As is yours.” They spoke of their respective backgrounds. Elisif was from one of the many prominent merchant-clans in the city, but chose to marry Torygg. The negotiations of their marriage took three years. When the Solitude’s Moot moved to favor Torygg, only then did their respective clans agree to finalize the marriage. “Seems almost like a business deal, doesn't it?” she asked.

“To the contrary, it’s quite par for the course in High Rock. But betrothals happen earlier, I would say.”

“Really?” She then asked, “Are you betrothed, then?”

“Yes.”

That sparked her interest. “What’s she like?”

Erendil hesitated to answer, “I don’t know. We’re to meet on our wedding day.” Ever so briefly, Elisif furrowed her brow, then deftly changed the topic, circling back to Solitude.

This can only go incredibly well :]

#WIP Wednesday #my writing #OC: Ren #tes fic

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tireddovahkiin · 2 months

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Thank you for the ask Lee <3

Link to the game!

1. Gush about your f/o's sense of style/fashion!

OOOOOO it's so beautiful... I know we only saw Sephiroth in his SOLDIER/battle uniform for the entire game, but I personally like to think that he's into dark academia style/elegant/clothing with dark colors and that look plain. He's a simple man. I don't see him as a fan of bright colours, tbh, and Tsizilia HATES colours. So, good thing is, their house is black or grey themed. Tsizilias wardrobe has black and white things, while Sephiroths has a bit more colour to it.

They both like to dress for the occasions, even as simple as going outside for something. Never leaving the house without the style mhm😎

Sephiroth likes to wear plain sweaters and sweatpants, or t-shirts and pants when it's hot. He's a fan of knitted sweaters a lot. As for when going out, he'll choose coats, usually black or dark beige, simple button up white shirts, or again, sweaters, jeans/leather pants and boots. He even adds a scarf sometimes, not because he's cold, but just because he wants to look fabulous. When it's hot, shirts are unbuttoned, and the sleeves are pulled up. Sephiroth also likes do add sunglasses (Tsizilia chose them for him because she wears hers 24/7, she knows what she's doing alr)

For the special occasions, suits with a special silver lining, black cravat with a pin decoration, maybe even gloves... JSHDLUSGDIUSGIUGFYSD~

Just as I said, simple and practical, yet elegant man.

(Bonus: Sephiroth doesn't weak any pyjamas in bed. When it's winter time, he sleeps in boxers, and when it's summer, he sleeps naked. [IDFC HE SEEMS LIKE THE TYPE IF YOU THINK THAT'S NASTY I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS- FIGHT ME-])

2. Gush about your f/o's voice!

DUDE. DUUUUUUUDE.

DON'T GET ME EVEN STARTED-

THAT MAN HAS THE HOTTEST VOICE I HAVE EVER HEARD. BOTH JAPANESE AND ENGLISH.

Sephiroths japanese lines are voiced by my FAVORITE voice actor, who also voices Minato from Naruto and Ubuyashiki Kagaya from Demon Slayer! That man REALLY knows the way to act with that calm voice of his... It gives me so much comfort and warmth...

The japanese one does sound a little more 'menacing' compared to english, but both of them are soft as COTTON CANDY... So sultry, and velvetty, dripping slowly like sticky, hot honey~ Sephiroth literally PURRS when he talks. His voice is literally hypnotizing to listen to, like of a siren. I would be EASILY swayed if he was to try and talk me in to his will. It's a real voice of a manipulator. And I fucking LOVE it.

The way it never raises, that guy NEVER yells. EVER. He's as calm as the sea at night. Sephiroth is the most suave of the suave-st ever. Even when he's angry, he's CALMLY angry. And it's even more unsettling than the yelling, in my opinion. You don't know what to expect.

Oh, and when he whispers lowly into Clouds ear every time he decides to mess with him, LORD... I BECOME SO JEALOUS- LIKE I WANT SEPHIROTH TO TEASE ME, PLEASE- TELL ME I'VE BEEN A BARD GIRL, OR A GOOD ONE, ANYTHING--

I can only imagine the way he says stuff when we- when whne um uhm whnw- make out or something-🥴

MY FAVORITE THING ABOUT ALL OF IT? His possessiveness. That man is the most pssessive man I have ever seen. Like it's borderline crazy, almost close to yandere-ish. AND I'M ALL HERE FOR THAT FOOD- Like YES I wan't that man to whisper into my ear that I'm HIS, and his only, as he makes me watch slash people with Masamune before my eyes, YES, I want to hear him just how crazy and insane I drive him, yes I wan't him to always keep me close to him and never let go as he rants about how we're meant to be, and blessed by the fates, YES YES YES YESYEYSYESYEYSYEYS-

I wan't him to ramble about his 'planet conquering' goals to oblivion, I'll listen... Half of it. Otherwise, I get distracted by his beautiful voice... I also make him read a lot to me. Best ASMR for fucking FREE- I'm a lucky gal😋

Favorite lines?

"I'll never be a memory." (YES TELL THEM BABY FUCK EM UP WOOOOOOO-)

"Careful now. That which lies ahead... Does not yet exist." (Ahhhh... His philosphy is so fascinating to decode... What he means about 95% of the time he talks... Like he's such a mystery of a man, I absolutely adore it...)

"You're practically panting... Such a puppy." (WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK ARF GRRRRRR ARF ARF BARK WOOF WOOF-)

3. Gush about your F/O’s love languages!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO-

First, and primary one: Acts of service

Sephiroth is the embodiment of 'Actions speak louder than words'. That is his primary love language, when he first even started dating Tsizilia (me).

As I said once before, Sephiroth is definitely touch starved, but greatly touch repulsed at first. He only ever experienced a forceful touch, touches he had to endure when countless of scinetists exprimented on him, treated him, monitored him. They were always rough, without emotions, treating him like an object, another obstacle, a lab rat, and not a human being. So, being afraid of a loving touch is a 'normal' reaction. He's afraid he might be used again, and he wants to avoid it at all costs. But Sephiroth doesn't realise it won't hurt him, that he is loved, and that that touch isn't fake, it is indeed quite real, and full of love and care for him.

So, he shows it through small acts like, preparing food, helping in the house, remembering something Tsizilia mentioned, doing the chores, bying her gifts, and always being there to listen to her, to help her, to enjoy time with her. He's willing to literally sacrifice himself in an instant if she asks. Anything for her. Because Tsizilia has ALWAYS been by his side, and now he wants to return the favor.

Physical Touch

After experiencing a loving, harmless touch for the first time by Tsizilia, and out of the constant fear of ending alone again, of being left on his own, of being pushed away like always before, he holds close like his life depends on it.

Sephiroth becomes hungry for touch: possessive, greedy, like a dragon to its treasure. And Tsizilia understands that, hell, she even loves it herself (Similar shit happened to her, she's a chaser, a people pleaser, and she always thought her touch meant nothing to anyone ever every time she showed affection, because her heart, when she was young, was sensitive and very loving, but due to life treating her that way, she closed off.) In the beginning of the relationship, Tsizilia was always initiating contact, but seeing him reject it every time, she got scared, and eventually gave up... Until Sephiroth reprocicated for the first time. (AND THERE WERE TEARS LET ME TELL YA-)

Sephiroths touch is firm, but gentle. Even though Tsizilia keeps telling him she isn't made of glass, Sephiroth insists he handles her with care, like she was made of porcelain. But the firm grip she has on her is always there, indicating she AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE, even in sleep- and the fact that it's constant, almost becoming clingy... (HELL YEAH YOU GET ME BABE IM HELLA CLINGY TOO) Sephiroth uses any given moment he has to hold her close. To feel her. To keep reminding himself that this isn't a dream, that it's real. Reading a book? Cooking? Sleeping? Watching TV? Even showering together? That man is acting like a sloth.

But the situation slightly changes when in public. Sephiroth isn't a fan of PDA at all (dw me too), but at least hand holding is a must, or an arm over her shoulders. He STILL wants to make sure Tsizilia is close. Rarely, she kissesher cheek, knuckles, forehead, temple, and hug her. But the definite rarest is direct kisses. He initiates it only when he's like DESPARATE. But, sneaky glances, secret touches under the table on hand brushing? YES. YOU BET YOUR FUCKING ASS ON IT, YES.

There's also gift giving!

I just know bro spoils like every day is a celebration day istfg /j

No, but really. Sephiroth is VERY perceptive as a person, and I just KNOW he'll look out and pinpoint on every longing look Tsizilia directs at a jewelry piece she sees on TV, or a game she wants to buy and play, or when some of her favorite bathing salt runs out, or a flower she saw on the way home. Oh, you BET he saw/heard her. And next time you know, he's bringing a big ass boquett of her favorite flowers, the jewelry lying on the table, or a video game bought and installed on her laptop, you NAME it.

AND- AND THE MAN HAS AUDACITY TO ACT DENSE- like what are you talking about, I didn't hear anything, I just thought of you and brought it... SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KISS ME RIGHT ABOUT NOW—

Every once and then, he will even buy something he thinks will fit her pefectly, like a dress, accessory, or a piece of... l1nger1e hehe~😏 That man NEVER fails. He knows what's he doing, alright. Fashion sense is quite literally like his normal sense. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM- HE AIN'T BLESSED WITH THAT BEAUTY FOR NOTHING. And beside that, he'll even try creative gifts, handmade ones. But, having a meticulous perfectionist ass can be quite tiring😔and he often rage quits. (Again, I can relate SO much.)

#🖤under my black wing...🪽#tireddovahkiin answers #f/o #gush post #f/o gush #yumeship gush #self ship gush #gushing over self ship #f/o appreciation #self ship #f/o x s/i #self ship ask #self ship ask game #self ship ask meme #ask box #ask game #answered #ty for the ask <3 #tireddovahkiins f/os

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darkcrowprincess · 11 months

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What are some "problematic" ships you like?

do you really want to know because I have some really problematic ships? If so I'll tell you. A lot of them have age differences. Sometimes big ones. A lot of them are with evil people. And a lot of them aren't straight. And lot of them are just plain, well taboo. This will probably be long so stop reading if you don't want to read an essay.

My problematic ships:

Roy Mustang x Edward Elric Fullmetal Alchemist: ok really problematic straight out of the gate. Not only because of age difference but also because Roy Mustang is technically Ed's boss/superior officer in the military. Not that Ed fully listens to everything Roy says. And Roy constantly teases him about it. Roy is also snake but someone trying to change things for the better. He's also has done a lot of bad things. But so has Ed. They are both to messed up people trying to fix things they've done wrong and they are both intimately aware of that about each other. They both are incredibly brilliant and have in common the type of powers they use. You need to watch Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 to understand(not brotherhood. 2003 first) they are not canon but the canon ships bore me and lack any real romance so there you go.

Luz Noceda x Philip Wittebane: I know I know! This one is really fucked up. So fucked up. And Lunter is my otp. Believe me I know. But I have a dark fascination for this ship. Especially considering every interaction Luz and Philip had. And how much they have in common.. Like this my go to ship for when I want angst and trauma and just to see a dumpster fire. When I want Luz angst. I love Lunter. If Lunter is my happy ending, this ship is if I want tragedy and bad endings. This my depression ship!

Zuko x Happiness avatar the last airbender(anyone who is not Mai because she honestly sucked.) I am not a Mai fan. She is a horrible written character to me personally. And just horrible for Zuko. I mostly love any Zuko ship that has a water tribe sibling in it. But now a days that seems too toxic for people. You can look up the reasons in the anti zutara, anti zukka, anti zuko tag. But Zuko is my favorite character. Anything that gives him happiness makes me happy. Over all this mostly seems toxic because of Zukos past and family. But he had a redemption arc. One of the best. He deserves some happiness as he works hard to change things as fire lord.

Lunter/Luz x Hunter: You understand this needs no explanation. You know the owl house Fandom.

Dipper x Bill gravity falls: Yeah this one is really really bad. I think I have a really messed up taste for romance. Especially where age difference comes into play? Maybe I'm a masochist? Who knows. But I have a soft spot for adhd/autistic characters with older/immortal people. I have a soft spot for immortals/dangerous people protecting said autistic/adhd people.

Bakudeku my hero academia : I have a soft spot for redeemed bullies who actually put in the work to change. One of my favorite movies was a walk to remember.

Just in general a running theme I seem to have in a lot of my problematic ships:

age difference

Gay

power imbalance

In love with the Bully

In love with the villian

And sometimes its just plain taboo, toxic, or just un healthy. But I love it!

#my thoughts #my problematic ships #my ships

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create-with-afp · 4 months

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Bleach Fanfiction Master Post

Figured I would make a fun little catalog of my years of Bleach fanfiction. (Jeez, I am so old.) All of it is ByaHisa because that is my special kind of brain rot. My favorite romantic set-up involves a firm stoic falling hard, and we know like… five things … maybe? … about the other half of this canon pairing, which leaves a lot open to interpretation/artistic license. Also, contextualizing or reframing the woman character whose sole function in a narrative is to serve as characterization for a male character is a Fine Undertaking* in my opinion, and Bleach has so many interesting dead wives to choose from….

So, without further ado, here we go (in-progress or completed stories only):

Mortal Devices: Part III of the Maid!Heist/Dark Academia series with The Darkest Black as Part I and An Education as Part II. This WIP departs from both Maid!Heist and Dark Academia, as it's more of a political slow burn with espionage and clan politics taking up most of the breathing room. It's still firmly ByaHisa (as the politics of their marriage is explored in depth), but the main plot revolves around locating stolen documents and research from the Twelfth before they can be used to devastating effect in the WOTL. [a03 exclusive]

An Education: Part II of the Maid!Heist/Dark Academia series with The Darkest Black (described below) as Part I. This is finally complete and is the “Dark Academia” portion of the tale. The chapters are broken up into seasons for each year (Year One: Autumn, Year One: Winter, etc.). Accordingly, the chapters are largely episodic with a few themes woven into each “Year.” I’m not quite convinced I’ve nailed Dark Academia with this one; it seems more “Slice of Life” than anything else, which I think is partially owing to the dual POVs with Byakuya (the other POV character) not attending the Academy. (He’s actually banned so… yikes….) [ff.net (discontinued on ffn, but there are a few chapters there so I'll link it) │ a03]

A Thin Red Line: This is my longest work to date, as it’s basically the length of four traditionally published fantasy novels (400k+ words). To be fair to me, this is a retelling of Bleach where Hisana does not die so it covers the Byakuya and Hisana origin story, the major arcs, plus that whole 40-year period where canon Rukia was basically living in a gothic novel. Mind the tags. Still in progress after like 10 years…. Edit 6/19/23: And she’s DONE! Bonus content on AO3 for registered users. [ff.net │ a03]

The Darkest Black: While stuck with writer’s block on ATRL, I wrote an entirely different “how did Byakuya meet Hisana” story that is… bleak? Bleak for me, at least. Probably not bleak objectively. Hisana is a thief who agrees to steal a priceless piece of art from the Kuchiki family posing as a maid. Hijinks ensue. Byakuya is particularly unlikeable as a character in this one, but that’s probably more of a side-effect of Hisana being the main POV character. This was my way to make a “Hisana as a maid” meet-cute between these two characters make sense in my head. Complete. [ff.net │ a03]

Smoke and Mirrors: A dark ByaHisa origin story with Hisana as an oiran. It isn’t particularly graphic in terms of sex or violence since that isn’t really my style, but the text and subtext are definitely there that terrible things happen to Hisana, and her mental state is understandably not great. [ff.net │ a03]

Without Frontiers: Like the Peter Gabriel song! (Yes, that song was the inspo. I write to music just like probably 95% of anyone who writes.) This is a pretty fluffy one-shot where Byakuya and Hisana are childhood friends. There is like 0 romance. They are legit kids just making up stories and being goofy. There are some hints that Hisana may be exposed to Bad Things that she is trying to process through story-telling because, really, who doesn’t want a little Adult Fear injected into an otherwise light-hearted story? [ff.net │ a03]

Charcoal Hearts: This is my very tame attempt at a reincarnation fic. The story is about Byakuya taking Rukia to a ballet during their off-time. He is there basically to ogle the reincarnation of his dead wife as a ballerina performing Serenade. It has a flirty ending, but, since I don’t particularly love Hisana reincarnation fics, it ends ambiguously. [ff.net │ a03]

So Far Away: A pretty depressive one-shot where an injured Byakuya recovers in Hisana’s hovel in the deep Rukon. Here, Hisana is a barmaid who scavenges and does side jobs to support herself, and Byakuya is… well… sort of an asshole? Like I think writing this one-shot was where I had an epiphany about Byakuya’s character (or at least my attempt to write his character): That “epiphany” being that because he lives in a rich people bubble, he (1) is extremely entitled and (2) struggles to understand and connect with others. These two traits create a feedback loop that makes him come off as simultaneously arrogant and stiff/awkward. I don’t think Byakuya is canonically on the spectrum, but I could entertain that theory, especially in light of the CFYOW books. Instead, I think there is a point when someone has so much privilege that they never learn how to read the damn room because all rooms, at that point, are basically designed to cater to them. Everyone is artificial with them so genuine concern or emotion seems inconvenient, at best, to alien, at worst. All that said, in this story he very much trips all over himself, but he improves. Slowly. Over the course of like years. [ff.net │ a03]

Stages: A short ByaHisa origin story that incorporates the five stages of love challenge that was popular on LiveJournal back when LJ was a thing. (Is it still a thing?) Hisana is a courtesan. It isn’t the best, and I sort of hate it, but it is part of the plot bunny that prompted me to make a version of Hisana as a courtesan that would be interesting, or more interesting, and better researched in keeping with the Edo Period sensibilities of Soul Society, which led to Smoke and Mirrors and A Thin Red Line. [ff.net │ a03]

White Flowers and Red Hearts Trilogy: These stories are the earliest of my ByaHisa brain rot, and they probably read exactly like that. I have not done a re-write (or, hell, even a re-read) of any of these in like a decade or more so… yikes… But, from what I recall, the first story, Dissidence is the meet-cute, where Byakuya meets Hisana while on a mission. Hisana is a Rukon local working as a host performing tea ceremonies, and Byakuya sort of winds up in a “you broke the thing, now you must buy the thing” situation with Hisana, explaining his decision to marry her. Dimuendo is the middle child, and it chronicles their first year of marriage. Both Dissidence and Dimuendo are pretty fluffy with some light angst. Dolente is like super depressive because… well… death is pretty sad, and it is the final year of their marriage. Would not recommend any of these, and, like Stages, I would probably delete them if not for the sentimental value. [a03]

The Rites of the Dead: It’s a weird story. Technically, it’s a one-shot, but it has a few “movements” that break the story into parts. It has no romance. The subject matter is dark: Hisana is a member of the Fourth and is tasked with preparing the funerary arrangements upon Ginrei’s death. And, I like it? Still. For some strange reason. Sure, there are things that I would go back and fix on a technical level if I were to re-edit it (which I have no plans to do), but the idea of Hisana and Byakuya’s first meeting being on a tragic occasion seems poetic? Also, the idea of a bunch of “dead” people having to mourn and “bury” their dead is so on the nose, that it seems right. I found the wordplay in some parts of this story to be pretty clever. (No one else did.) [ff.net │ a03]

A Suggestion of Marriage: A light fluffy one-shot where Byakuya asks Hisana to marry him. She says, “yes.” Shocker. I know. I do kind of like the backstory for Hisana in this one, which is that of an Academy flunkie who goes on to work at a tea house. I think this is the story where I got the idea to finally take the plunge and make her an oiran; although, she isn’t technically one here. [ff.net │ a03]

Fan Dance: A one-shot where Byakuya and Hisana meet during a sparring match. She is the Lieutenant of the Fourth, Byakuya is the Lieutenant of the Sixth, and they get matched to spar during an event where all the fancy pants Shinigami are supposed to release their zanpakuto for public spectacle. Byakuya gets more than he bargains for when Hisana winds up not being a total powder puff. No hugging or kissing, which seems to be a theme among like half of the one-shots…. [ff.net │ a03]

*On a tangentially-related aside for anyone who comes across this random post and who wants recommendations from an internet rando on actual literature where real, serious authors reframe women who got the short end of the narrative stick, see Wide Sargasso Sea, The Penelopiad, or The Problem with Susan (Jane Eyre, The Odyssey, and the Narnia series, respectively).

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Hi I’m an 8th/9th grade teacher and I’m looking to buy some new books for my classroom and you seem to be reading a lot of YA recently!! Would you mind sharing some recommendations you think are uh appropriate for me to purchase through the school? You seem to read a lot of fantasy/sci fi/romance which is a lot of what my kids like 🥰 thanks!

YA fantasy/scifi and romance! Yessss I can!

I just finished Legendborn by Tracy Deonn and started it's sequel today and it was AMAZING. Highly recommend. It's a King Author + magic retelling, Black Main Character written by a Black Author and done SO WELL because duh, own voices. It's dark academia fantasy and such a killer debut novel FOR SURE. And it's got a the classic YA love triangle and some romance thrown in too. Plus February is Black History Month, great time to support BIPOC authors 💜 (Duolgoy)

Scythe by Neil Shusterman is a YA SciFi dystopian and its SO GOOD. It's a story about how in the future, death no longer exists. The only way a human can die is by being gleaned, aka murdered, by the Scythes. They are trained to deal out death to those who deserve it and contain the human population in the most humane way possible. Yet, there is lots of betrayals and power plays and double crossings happening between those in power of the Sycthe organization. And yes, a very cute side plot romance here too (Trilogy)

The Summoning by Kelley Armstrong. It's a YA Paranormal Urban Fantasy. It's actually like the YA verison of one of my favorite adult series of hers and it's set in the same world with little Easter eggs connecting the series. But can be read as a standalone trilogy. It follows Chloe discovering she is a necromancer and thrust into this supernatural world and all that comes with it, including a werewolf love interest and the classic YA love triangle and romance. Still so good honestly too. (Trilogy)

This Savage Song by V.E. Schwab. It's a YA Dark Urban Fantasy that basically explores the overall themes of how humans can be the monsters too. It's SO GOOD. Basically 2 kids of powerful men on either side of a war that is destroying their city, must choose whether to become heroes or villains—and friends or enemies—with the future of their home at stake.... and while one is human, one might be something else entirely 👀 Literally it's so good. And yes, it does end up having romance too (Duology)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas. It's a YA Paranormal fantasy story about a gay trans boy who while trying to get his family to accept both his gender and his powers (the men are traditionally spirit guides and the women are healers), accidentally summons a ghost, who then refuses to move on. And yes, its got a VERY sweet and cute romance here too. Plus own voices trans rep (Standalone)

Illuminae Files by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman. A YA SciFi Trilogy where it's one of the most unique formats of crafting a story I've ever read. It's told through a series of files and emails and transcripts and it's SO FUN. It follows the story of Kady and Ezra and the journey they go on after their tiny space mining colony was attacked and destroyed. And oh yeah, they had just recently broken up but they Still love each other 😏 and what in the AI happens in this book too! Lol (Trilogy)

And I really wasn't kidding about it being a uniquely written book and yet somehow the audiobooks are just as well done too lol

Warcross by Marie Lu. A SciFi YA Dystopian Novel that is basically like an emersive video game. It follows our main character as she becomes lowkey a spy and bounty hunter. Yes, it's got romance and betrayal and plot twists and rainbow hair and constant reminders that nothing is truly as it seems. And it's so good. (Duology)

As always, make sure you look up content warnings. I didn't list them here this time. But these are all scifi/fantasy YA novels that include a fun romantic side plot that I've LOVED when I read them. Hope this helps and thanks for asking! I have more I can suggest too of course

#storm recommendations #YA fantasy and scifi recs

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batgirlsay · 2 years

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Aesthetics of Winter Nights

A Playlist for Obiyuki Winter Challenge 2023 by @snowwhite-andtheknight

Used a similar strategy as last year’s winter challenge, with lyric mash-ups of the three themes, including a few new Matt Pond songs and songs that I remembered too late to include in playlists this year. The Jimmy and Motion City songs are mostly these playlist b-sides, interpreting Dark Academia as dark winter vibes that would have fit in my college and vampire Obi playlists from earlier this year.

Aesthetics of Winter Nights

In the Dark (feat. Anya Marina)- The Natural Lines Spontaneous Skylights 2- The Natural Lines Carry You- Jimmy Eat World Closer- Jimmy Eat World Stand Too Close- Motion City Soundtrack Crooked Ways- Motion City Soundtrack willow- Taylor Swift Rabbit- Matt Pond PA Hold Nothing Back- Copeland

Summary lyric mash-ups and themes are under the cut:

Day 1: Royaltycore (In The Dark and Spontaneous Skylights 2- The Natural Lines)

You keep finding me in the dark Well, you're making me be myself When there's no one else on the earth

Our names in the sand for the surf to swallow From outside, these castles seem hollow

Inside, there's promise in bloom Inside, my thoughts fеll in time I knew I was yours, you knew you wеre mine

Trust me, I know how to fall Spinning seeds, follow me

We go back to where we begin Oh, the patterns keep our thoughts swimming

Day 2: Dark Academia Part 1 (Carry You and Closer- Jimmy Eat World)

I could never be the one that you want, don't ask Well, here's to living in the moment, cause it passed

You said to "keep me in your pocket" So I carried you

Going to stay here in my place And you'll stay in yours

One thing to make your mind And another to say its name

I'm still carrying a little hope That maybe things could be different now Is that so wrong? Could going through the motions lead to real emotions?

Every day, I get a little closer, dear Will you love me, darling, when I get there?

"Remember me," she said, smiling "Write my name somewhere safe" I'll never be who you'll dream

Every day, I try a little harder, dear No one guilty, no one right

Day 2: Dark Academia Part 2 (Stand Too Close and Crooked Ways- Motion City Soundtrack)

If I stand too close I might fall in But if I'm too far gone I'll never win If you believe in me I might just want to spend some time with you again

All this distance Years of sweet resistance Swirling over head Like angry clouds of discontent

You came and washed the night away I haven't felt this way in ages Are you haunting me Or have I finally gone to sleep

You flood this empty heart of mine I haven't felt this way in ages I'll be surely sick if push to shove comes clearly to this

I'm married to the dark All echoes of an ancient heart I am daggers and knives And when the seasons change I creep back to my crooked ways Run if you think you can

I fear the worst is yet to come I'll suffocate these pangs of hunger for your pretty head And blanket red of pure regret

Day 3: Cottagecore (willow- Taylor Swift, Rabbit- Matt Pond PA, and Hold Nothing Back- Copeland)

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

Wherever you stray, I follow Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Maybe it sounds too strongly I will put my thoughts away It’s what I’m giving you today Run our paws along the bookshelf No two minds take the same step

Every sidewalk must lead somewhere I’m sure you’ll find out what it means Go where you want but I won't be too far Go where you want and I know where you'll end up I'll fall in love and hold nothing back from you

#guiltyobiyuki23 #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #obiyuki #playlist #lyrics #the natural lines #matt pond pa #jimmy eat world #motion city soundtrack #taylor swift #copeland #was finally able to use motion city for a fandom playlist!

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hello gorgeous orchard bonfire cranberry ghost pleaseee okay goodNIGHT KISSES mwahhh xx

mads!!!!!! here i am, safely landed, doing a face mask and def planning to get out of bed soon.........

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

oh gosh i have so many things planned for this fall already and they're all so great! ummmm right now i guess i don't have anywhere to wear my halloween costume, so i'd like to go to an unthemed halloween party. i've been invited to some themed costume parties but so far the themes are dark academia and reality tv stars, and i can't wear my alice cullen baseball scene costume for either (although i'm excited about both)

bonfire - describe your dream house.

well, firstly, i own it...that's the dream. but i really don't have a dream house! it depends so much on the city, and [redacted] and i keep going back and forth about where we want to live. however we can both agree that we want an apartment in amsterdam with big windows overlooking the canals and tons of bookcases, so that's a start.

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

eyebrows and/or eyes! easily the best part of my face, and most people seem to agree.

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

yeah! when i moved to LA i made best friends with this girl who was also named em, and we did everything together. people only referred to us as 'the ems' and we were so, so inseparable. and then out of nowhere she ghosted me! and then a year or so later she un-ghosted me, we had dinner, it was super fun but she refused to talk about why she stopped speaking to me, and i was really hopeful that we could be friends again. and then she RE-GHOSTED ME! so like, obviously she was not a good friend to me. but we had so much fun and laughed so much when we were together, and i miss her a LOT! i still think about her like 2x a week at least.

fall asks

#listen you know the whole men + roman empire thing #this girl is my roman empire #RE-GHOSTED!!! can you believe #and i will never know why!

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darshanoftheories · 1 year

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Second Part, Secret Summer Paradise Event

Last time I discussed the content of the first quest in the event. Today I’m doing the second part.

So first we learn that Idyia also has bad memories of the desert. If we consider the three brothers (and later introduced Maymunah, Spantamad scholar, who investigated laylines in the dessert, something happened and she accidentally landed in the bottle) that is a reoccurring theme. She describes her memories of the desert, like wading through mud, which is curious, cause the desert normally is too dry for really muddy places, though it might hint at her being stuck in the sand, maybe quicksand, or just a metaphor that her memories aren’t easy to access, only the feeling of bad.

Now we meet Maymunah, just like the brothers, she thought Lidyia would be curled up somewhere crying at the moment, instead of fixing things. That characterisation, being so consistent, word for word, makes me suspicious, cause normally people act at least a bit differently around different people, so Lidyia might intentionally act like that.

Another thing I have talked about already last time is the age of the characters, or the time they’ve been in the bottle. Maymunah gets compared to Cyno, but when asked said she doesn’t know him. As a scholar from the academia though, she should (like everyone there) know of the General Mahamatra Cyno, cause if you do scientific misconduct, he’s the one to get you. That she doesn’t know him tells us that she’s been in the bottle for a while already, before Cyno’s time.

Then the whole thing happens where we restore the crystal light, and I’ve noticed that even after we restored it, that part of the domain stays in darkness the whole time. Of course it might be that it’s because that part deals with the light projectors and is generally decorated with pretty lights, so it might just be an aesthetic thing, but still, maybe there’s more to it.

While in the tent, we find the Lawrence cousin, who did have one component of the machine, but also seems to have changed on his way through Liyue and Sumeru, that I don’t get why he’d still steal it. Maybe he just began to think on his journey and stealing the component and feeling the consequence actually made him change, but I feel like we’re still missing the whole picture.

Lidyia takes the cousin outside while we were exploring the tent, but while he seemed week in the tent, he still looked pretty ok, while outside, he was confused, couldn’t remember parts of what happened in the tent, even though he was pretty lucid at that time, and was terrified out of his mind because of some massive shadow in the tent, Lidyia meanwhile brushed this of and said it’s side effects of his treatment (makes you wonder what’s that treatment)

What’s worth noting is the subtle nod towards the Samsara festival, when we say we’ve seen such a candy box too many times. It’s interesting that one of the original components is a candy box, it fits with the candy theme, also because the lights apparently emit a candy like smell?

Inside the tent we also get to know more about Maymunah, her dad worked at the bazaar, which is why she designed the place like a festival, but her parents pushed her towards academics, and she yielded, never truly being happy. It’s the opposite of Eula, who rejected her parents ideas for her, while she shares similarities with Collei, who helps her overcome some of her insecurities. This characters working out perfectly, before already with Klee’s childlike behaviour (and a stern word from Kaeya) helping the brothers come together again, of course makes sense from the outside. If you wanna tell a story, you want your characters to overcome difficulties, and that is the easiest with supporting characters. But from an in story perspective, it’s suspicious. If I remember correctly, Lidyia put us in groups and told us where to go. She might’ve had some inside knowledge to figure out who to best put where.

It doesn’t help that Kokomi doesn’t completely trust her. She’s in the domain, because a watatsumi relic has been located in the domain, I’m guessing a hydro related one, and she’s searching for it. She thinks Lidyia is hiding something, because, among other things, she stayed away for longer periods of time. Lidyia has murmured at one point that just like Collei, she has high expectations of herself, and thus gets nervous, I’m wondering, what those expectations are for.

Kokomi also mentioned that before the flip, the domain wasn’t anything like this, but she didn’t elaborate. It makes you wonder, how different? Not those sweets everywhere, not the carnival theme? Not the rainforest feel? I hope we’ll get answers about this.

The last little thing is that Lidyia has an cooking stove and oven, and Eula complained that she should have told them earlier, so does the domain only have those two cooking appliances, and do the people here actually need food?

With these parting questions, will I end todays post. You’ll hopefully hear from me soon, and I’ll see if I can link the first part at some point.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin theory #secret summer paradise #genshin spoilers #genshin event #genshin eula #genshin collei

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hi your matchups say they're still open, i hope this it okkk!! i'm 🐇

• i have no preference towards gender but i don't like super masculine characters

• i don't really use pronouns but she/her, ver/vers, it/its are ok. fem presenting but with androgynous swag. beautiful in a girlprince way

• adult character from genshin! only recently turned 18 though haha. no tighnari or childe pls!

• i loove fashion (designing it, studying it, wearing it), idols, rabbits and deer, sewing outfits + plush dolls and creaching around at night. i haate loud, messy people and lots of textures (i'm autistic). i hate the sunlight! terrified of dogs IRL but i'd be a collie or black german shepherd.

• i'm mostly quiet (INTP), i have no control over my tone/filter so i get people saying they thought i hate them/i look angry a lot. air-headed, very low attention-span and "bimbo" tier. clumsy most of time/i dont look at what im doing. i love acting valley girl or like a malnourished bimbo (idk). i'm like a dog with the personality of a cat. beliefs.. don't be a freak idk .. don't kill ppl and i will be judgmental if i don't like your vibes.

• i think i'd have electro vision just because i get it a lot on quizzes. i also connect to it the most aesthetically. id love a sword and id have a vv elegant/pretty fighting style ..

• personal flaw erm there's zero connection between my brain and mouth so i can't really communicate much of my real feelings (esp affection). i also struggle to connect with ppl!! i'm mostly disconnected 90% of the time so it's very hard to truly love (romantically or platonically) someone for me!

• i'm 162cm... vampire to the extreme i'm 100% a vampire if im in genshin.. very strict on skincare and how i look (sensitivity issues). OR half-deer.. or half-rabbit.. My personal aesthetic is ouji/lolita, victorian/gothic themes of Black Butler and The girl from the other side.. Dark fantasy/dark academia.. LOL

i'm TERRIBLE at giving affection and words of affirmation. i love words of affirmation though and i realllly jus want someone equally as love with me/if not more

Hello 🐇, nice to meet you!! Your matchup was challenging because I kept doubting my choices, thinking, "Wouldn't this or that character's design be a texture/sensory nightmare, though??" which is a really silly thing for me to get caught up in, of all the many factors involved. (But in my defense, all the characters have SO MUCH going on in their outfits haha!!)

Your matchup is.............................

KAZUHA !!

Meeting under the cloak of darkness once or twice could merely be considered coincidence... By the fifth time, however, Kazuha was certain: it was fate that continued to bring the two of you together.

To those unfamiliar with the elusive duo, a relationship such as yours might seem threadbare - after all, since you only made your appearance when the moon was at its highest, and Kazuha drifted from place to place like a leaf in the wind, it seemed unlikely that you would ever cross paths in important ways. But you both knew differently. Naturally, even the smallest of actions, a singular drop in a pool of water, becomes a ripple whose rings inevitably grow in meaningful ways.

This is how Kazuha views your relationship: subtle, and all the more beautiful for it.

Fun details:

It will not take too many meetings for Kazuha to find you endearing. He's observant, so the nuances of your interactions will linger in his mind long after you've left. He'll enjoy learning about you and your mannerisms! He will always be respectful of your boundaries, too - and with his sharp mind, he can often tell if you're bothered without you having to verbalize it. (He'll ask, anyways, though, just to be sure.)

Kazuha admires your abilities and passion in subjects you enjoy. Many of the evenings you spend beneath the moonlight or on cloudy days are filled with discussions that jump from topic to topic, sharing your interests with one another. Kazuha is an eager listener, so feel free to share your passions to your heart's content! He will remember most every word. But when you're feeling quiet or have nothing to share, he can fill the silence with his charming words - though quiet companionship is also enough, too.

Of course, he knows how clumsy you can be, but as long as he's around, the wind will keep you steady on your feet. If you're comfortable with physical touch, he'll reach out to balance you, or let you hold onto him. If not, he'll do his best to verbally warn you of any uneven terrain or obstacles in your path you haven't noticed.

You two are THE definition of elegance in battle. Kazuha can swirl your electro abilities, making potent reactions. And as sword users, you can both keep your skills sharp by practicing together!

If you ever give Kazuha one of your creations, it will almost instantly become one of his most treasured posessions. He will do his best to keep it safe from harm on his journeys - though the wear and tear clothing might get from constant use is, in a way, a sign of how much he loves it. (Please forgive him if the clothes or plushies do see some light damage, though; the mercenary life is not always kind.)

Once you've become closer, Kazuha will bring you gifts from his travels. They're mostly small things that remind him of you: a carving of a rabbit, some medicine for your most recent clumsy tumble's resulting scratches, a paper umbrella from Liyue to help block out the sun. Whatever he sees that he thinks would interest you or that you might find use for in your day-to-day life, he'll get. If you dislike any of them, he takes no offense to that, either - he'll quietly store the details of what you disliked about it in his mind for reference the next time he gets you something.

You want words of affirmation? Oh, boy, does he provide! It's actually rarer for him to not slip a compliment or reassurance into your conversations. He'll take any chance he can to remind you of how much he treasures your company, and should you decide to pursue a romantic relationship with him, how much he delights in giving you affection (and being the recipient of yours, in whatever ways you deign to give it.)

He will write the most stunning of poems with you in mind, string dozens of haikus together with your name as inspiration. And, in the quiet company of only you and the moon, he'll whisper words of devotion, of loyalty and hope.

Kazuha, if asked to point to the one thing he loves most about you, will laugh at the inquiry, shaking his head. How can one point to a cloud in the sky and call it superior to the others around it? Kazuha thinks all of the things that make you unique are inseparably what he loves you for. To ask him to pick one is to ask the impossible of him. Still, if it was you who pressed him for an answer, he might relent, and tell you this: your very presence, right here beside him under the nighttime tapestry of midnight blue and flickering stars, gives him a sense of belonging, makes him think that - yes - there are things far greater than a life of wandering... and they can all be found within the depths of your eyes.

~~I feel like many writers default to Albedo when someone mentions difficulty expressing emotions, and while I do love him for you too (for other reasons), I thought Kazuha would be better with words of affirmation and understanding what you may leave unspoken. I almost went with Rosaria or Yelan, also, as you both could be creatures of the night together (lol), but I hope this matchup is satisfactory!

#genshin impact #genshin impact matchups #genshin matchups #kazuha #🐇 anon

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