#signed: meirin⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

miss ryuu, now that you're out of the shadow realm jail, us jailcell bars gnawers have nothing to gnaw on. may we gnaw on you (/aff) instead? /silly

🎤

i.... i... i will make an exception for you, miss rin. #specialtreatment

[zhongrin]

skilled fingers, devious heart

© zhongrin | 2024  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ al haitham

✼ tags ┈ minors dni, fem-bodied reader (reader has a pussy), bratty!reader, manhandling, restraints, orgasm denial/control, edging, brat taming, light degradation, oral, light spanking, overstimulation, hint of c█rr█pt█d!haitham (hence he has his mean moments), aftercare, longfic (3.6k+)

✼ a/n ┈ “let me just draft a quick birthday oneshot for al haitham!” ー meirin, a total clown, circa 2024 /silly ..... anyways, happy birthday to the silliest man in sumeru. i love him dearly and i love that his bday is literally just a day away from my mom and one of my besties. very convenient to remember lol also, happy chinese new year!!! ✨

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

when you asked your boyfriend what he wanted to do for his birthday, you didn't think he would ask for this. then again, al haitham was mostly an unpredictable man, even to you as his lover. he seemed to have a knack for constantly having you on your toes, always anticipating his next actions and reminding you how much of a complex individual he was despite his simple aspirations in life.

such as now, when he requested you to ‘spread your legs and stay still’.

contrary to him, your answer was - at least in his eyes - predictable. a raise of eyebrows, a fox-like grin tugging on your lips, and al haitham could already hear the smug tone of your voice before you could even spoke the words, “make me.”

the fact that you loved to play a dangerous game with a dangerous man always came back to bite you in the ass, but your boyfriend played his part so well, it kept you coming back for more. he knew just the right way to respond to your challenge that made you shiver with want: muscles flexing as he pinned you down onto your shared bed, your preferred choice of restraints keeping you immobile and indecently spread for his blooming green eyes to observe. his pupils lined with brick reds dilated, the scholar stared at the resulting sight like a museum curator appraising an acclaimed artwork.

despite this, you were a fervent fire ablaze in the face of downpour, “it’s not like you to brute force your way into tackling a problem. was this morning’s session not enough for mister feeble scholar?”

ah. this artwork sure has a feisty personality to it.

al haitham snorted, his arm moving to place a hand on your inner thigh, tracing circles and indescribable patterns, “why do you bother futilely talking back and acting resilient in front of me, when it’s obvious how much power i hold over you? even the brightest students know to learn from their mistakes, so have you not learned from this morning about how powerless you are?”

he would never admit it, but while such display of bullheadedness irritated him when it came from other people, somehow it was almost adorable coming from you.

“wh- i'm not powerless!”

“the facts proved against your favor, however. especially considering how i’ve just succeeded in tossing you onto our bed and holding your body down. i know i could do whatever i wanted with you… and i was right, wasn’t i?” the hand holding your thigh squeezed briefly, his breath slowly caressing your skin the more he leaned closer, “besides, it’s also been proven that you like such treatments.”

you blushed, memories that proved his claims flooding your mind. yet, you huffed and looked away in hope to alleviate the warmth that was starting to bubble on your cheeks.

“so you might be needlessly strong physically, yes, okay, whatever. would you like a gold star for that?”

unfortunately(?) for you, despite the biting words, he didn’t miss the signs of your flustered state. his voice was as leveled as ever as more silken words fell from his lips; the very same ones you wished would just kiss you already, “remember how I pinned your hands above your head? how you tried kicking and wriggling, saying how you ‘can’t’ and yet… we both knew what exactly happened after that, don’t we?”

you felt your core clench at the taunt, throat swallowing at the picture he painted. your legs tugged against the straps as if you wanted to kick him. in turn, all you got back was an amused low chortle.

“cute,” the soft remark almost flew by you, but alas, before you could snap back at him, his touch started to trail further, tracing your labia before spreading the pink folds open with his fingers. an embarrassed squeak by you was followed by a condescending hum by your partner, his eyes zeroing on the slick coating your pretty clit and inner lips that oozed the remnants of your prior lovemaking, “and so mouthwateringly indecent.”

his digits dragged against your dripping cunt, a teasing smirk dancing on his face when a soft noise left your throat in response.

"such a mess," he remarked, infuriatingly nonchalant as if he hadn’t loved you so intensely just a few hours ago, “you were truly, completely cockdrunk last night, weren't you?"

“s-shut up…”

“why should i? you’ve mentioned how much you liked my voice. i doubt your perspectives had changed since then.”

“you don’t know that. maybe i don’t like it anymore,” you countered pettily.

“yet your body seems to arrive at a different conclusion,” the languid lull in his voice couldn’t mask the delight he experienced as he saw your sopping wetness drip with want. your lover smirked, dragging his finger up and down slowly, gathering your slick to circle around your swollen pearl, feathery touches leaving you wanting for more. the way you were shaking, your body twitching from sensitivity in return of his ministrations, was almost as hot as actual sex itself.

“ah… you meanie-” you inhaled sharply as this wicked, wicked man purposefully started rubbing your clit in the way he knew would make you putty in his hands. firm and calculated flicks followed by a finger slipping into your creamy cunt made you keen wantonly, thighs momentarily spreading wider before you found your decorum, rear falling back onto the soft sheets, teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

al haitham watched in fascination as you tried to regain your attitude. he wondered how long that would last this time. you were a puzzle that enthralled him, a chorus he wanted to listen forever. he might not have been studying under kshahrewar back in his younger days, but there was a part of him that wanted to pick you apart and put you back together again.

this was why he was so addicted to you.

he didn’t particularly enjoy doing extra work, but given the reward waiting for him at the end of the road, he determinedly doubled his action; one finger tapping and circling, the other knuckle-deep inside your tight heat, intense and unforgiving.

“fffuck- h-haitham-” the stutter of your needy voice sharpened his smirk, expression hardening into focus as he observed the twitch of your hips and the rivulets of juices coating his appendages. he briefly admired the way your skin glowed in perspiration, the way your fleshy parts rippled as you squirmed under him. no words could properly capture the desire brewing and consuming his whole being at having the privilege to witness such a sight.

he saw your breathing quicken, felt the clenching and unclenching of your walls, the way you started to move your hips as far as the restraints allowed, and your abdomen dipping as you inched nearer and nearer to bliss.

a mean glint of red, and his fingers withdrew quickly.

“wha- ah?”

you blinked and panted, eyes snapping wide as the coil loosened, and your sight settled on al haitham’s smug tilt of his head.

“i told you to stay still.”

“you… you prick! meanie! bastard!”

“that’s not the attitude you should be adapting given the current position of power,” he chided, before his hand deviously dropped back to its previous position, resuming in a much teasingly slower pace; a silent implication of what he could have done but chose not to, ”if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll allow you to cum. but be warned, you’ll be doing it until i am satisfied.”

“-son of a- oh! a-ah-” your words failed you as he added one extra finger into your warmth, prodding just near your favorite spot within the gummy walls, yet never directly.

you knew he could go deeper. he was dangling that carrot over you, and you were tempted to fall for his little game.

“pardon? what was that?” he asked, and if you didn’t see the way the corner of his lips curl up through your bleary eyes, you might have believed that he truly missed your barrages of insults born out of frustration, “would you like to say it louder?”

“archons, you- j-jerk!”

“oh?”

the sudden shift of his touch, turning firmer and faster, made you gasp and whimper, body twitching involuntarily as you felt the sensation build up yet again. your toes curl and your calves tensed, tugging against the harness as your biting words turned into needy moans. a shudder rocked your body, the back of your head digging onto the soft mattress as you felt him mouth on your collarbone, nibbling, tormenting in the most delectable way.

“use your words, darling. you were so smart with them just seconds ago.”

“haa- ngh! j-just let me cum, you unfair little-”

al haitham sighed like a disappointed tutor who had just discovered that his best student had earned an F in their recent exam. the sudden loss of his touch and the way you were forced to come down from that white-hot lines of satisfaction yet again made you cry out, the restraints straining noisily as you tried to buck onto something, anything.

a smirk returned onto his face as he witnessed your verbal and physical protest. that’s right, not yet. this was why he adored your stubbornness. he was going to tease and torment you until you were a total wreck, and then he would give you your reprieve in multitudes.

“how obstinate of you to continue denying your desires even when all outcomes dictate your loss,” the man remarked, palming your soft thighs and enjoying the way they dipped under the pressure of his hands. he was tempted to leave a few reds in the shape of his handprints, but he refrained… for now. that can come later.

“h-haitham….,” you mustered the wettest puppy eyes you could manifest - which wasn’t that hard considering the tears of pleasure already pooling in your eye lines - and blinking though your lashes at him, an adorable pout on your lips.

“what? is something missing to really help you release all of that tension?" he faked an indifferent tone fully meant to provoke.

you groaned, shivering as you felt the cold air brushing your flushed skin and swollen bundle of nerves begging for attention, “al haitham...!” you whined while quivering, eyes blown in desire, your pride refusing to budge any more than this.

the man smirked as your protests weakened with every seconds that ticked, the look of desire and lust in your eyes clearly increasing in intensity the more he reveled in your plight.

"hm?" he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "still being stubborn?" he moved his middle finger towards the folds of your pussy, dragging it along your indecently leaking entrance and up into your aching clit, swirling slowly and making you shiver in response. even the smallest movements resulted in a sound that showcased how drenched you were, and it was all according to his plans, "are you sure you want to keep playing this game? you know who’s the more patient one in this relationship… you’re all tied up and i’m free to do this all day if i wanted to. i wouldn’t mind — it would be a good way to spend my day off.”

eyes teary, teeth gnawing on your lip, you bucked your hips as his finger touched the swollen nerves directly this time, "s-shut up...! you’re so- ugh! if you’re gonna be so cruel then don’t touch me at all!"

your beloved chuckled, dragging his digits up and down in the same teasing motion, playing with your sensitivity with a touch that sent you teetering to heaven but bordering to hell with how tortuously slow it was. he was a master as you were a slave to pleasure; your moans ramping up into wounded desperation just as he guided you back into the tightrope of lust, spiraling into the ecstasy you so desperately sought. you sobbed and trembled; heart beating loudly in your ears. you were so helplessly pent-up, so deliciously close-

“beg.”

the devil’s voice entered your ears and you grit your teeth. he wouldn’t, right? not for the third time. no, he wasn’t that despicable, he wouldn’t. he’ll give it to you, he’s-

“beg.”

the pressure lightened, and you inhaled sharply.

“please!” the word fell from your lips before you could stop them, “i need- i want…!”

your boyfriend stopped, a trail of your slick followed his appendages’ ascent as he withdrew to appreciate the stream of glistening slick coating your tender pussy and how your hips canted, trying to guilelessly chase his touch, throat singing a needy whine that sounded so beautiful he was almost tempted to keep denying your release for the next hour.

“haitham, please, please!” you sounded so high-pitched and so utterly adorable, he couldn’t help but place a peck on your thigh. tears of relief joined your tears of pleasure as you saw his pleased smile and the way he complied with your begging, though it still wasn’t enough.

“yes? don’t just call my name, darling. elaborate. go on, you can do it,” he carried on with the slow circles around your throbbing clit, fingers barely pumping into your drooling cunt.

“please! i can’t take it anymore…!" you hiccuped, keening, abdomen twitching, so sensitive that the slightest touch was making you toe on the brink of insanity.

al haitham smirked wickedly, watching as your mind and body were losing that self-control, your hips rocking back and forth while your face and eyes colored with pleasure. breathing in disarray, body a quivering mess, he almost wished he had a kamera to immortalize this perverse scene.

“are you asking me to help you release?”

“b-begging! i’m begging you- please let me cum!” you were definitely on the edge, shuddering, legs trying to flail against the tight bondage. a pleased groan rumbled in his throat, and his hand finally reverted into the pace and motions that made you see stars.

“louder,” a command.

“please help me cum!!!”

your muscles tensed as you tasted the precipice of bliss, your lips babbling, chanting his name and a series of undignified pleadings that implored him to not stop this time. you received an approving hum for your clear show of subservience and a soft peck on your cheek that made you moan in appreciation.

“i hope you didn’t forget what i said earlier,” he whispered against your ear, sultry and littered with hidden mischievous intent that you completely missed, too focused on reaching that high with each flick of his wrist and with each pressing prod of his finger—

the expertly placed thrust onto your g-spot was the cause of your crumble into depravity; walls sucking him in as your back arched in your climax. lips open in a silent scream, you missed the adoring look of your lover as he watched you spiral into bliss.

ah, your blissful ignorance is always so, so delicious to see.

before you could even start to wind down from your intense release, the sinful appendages picked up their salacious endeavors once more, three of them stirring your sopping wet mess and massaging your sweet spot relentlessly. al haitham’s mouth latched on your swollen bundle, his tongue flicking and sucking in turn, savoring your sweet taste and basking in your erotic cries that followed.

“can’t! can’t- too much! h-ah-ngh-!”

he ignored your feeble protests in favor of focusing on the task at hand; tongue lapping on the copious juices dribbling out of you as he pumped the slender fingers right onto your sensitive pussy’s weak spot. the sounds of your wetness echoed indecently in the room, a lewd orchestration of sensuality accompanied by your reprehensible babbling.

the second orgasm crashed against your senses and you sobbed, whining and jolting as he helped you ride it to your most satisfaction. eyes rolling, you barely registered the way he lapped at your juices like a man starved, before pulling back to observe the effect of his unholy actions. and he must have seen something, for when your vision cleared from euphoria, he had taken to caress you once again.

“one more. you can give me one more,” the rasp in his voice sent a jolt of desire in your loins, yet at the same time, the overstimulation had started to settle in. this time, the pleasure made your whole body tremor and for once you had no idea if the straps were a blessing or a curse; your limbs flailed and strained, instinctively writhing at the assault of stimulation.

“f-fuck! oh! a-archons- my love, please!!”

“i told you, didn’t i?” he purred, salacious and mocking, a flicker of red and a sneer, “’if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll allow you to cum. but be warned, you’ll be doing it until i am satisfied.’ well, my love, i am not yet satisfied.”

all senses of modesty had been thrown out of the window at this point. a series of disgraceful noises left your throat, tears running down your temples as you stayed rooted to your spot on the bed, oxytocin flooding your brain and numbing your senses. stringing words proved to be difficult when you were oversensitive and your lover seemed determined to see you mindless and utterly ruined by his touches.

if before, you were a helpless traveler stranded on a desert chasing on the mirage of an oasis, this time you felt like you were drowning in an ocean full of pleasure. all senses submerged in the ruthless waves of unbridled desires that made you both paralyzed and set you aflame.

“look at you,” al haitham's words came out harsh despite having a pleased hum to it as he battered your fleshy nub harder, insistent and undeterred by your unconvincing protests. he smirked, pleased with your cries and senseless noises leaving your lips, free from your brain’s usual filtering. your mind and body were already beyond your control as he slowly edged you closer and closer to that sweet release yet again. “so needy for me. gushing endlessly like you’re in heat.”

he watched you writhe and quake, a sliver of drool escaping the side of your opened mouth, his cock straining against the confines of his pants, but oh, he was enjoying every second of it. his free hand palmed your thigh before delivering a light slap, his eyes dilating when it made your breath hitch and your body jerk. each impact brought you to the absolute edge of delirium, and every time the pads of his fingers grind and stretched your gummy walls, the more debauched pleas left your emptied mind.

“c-cumming! cumming! i’m close, love, please! i’m- ah—”

“good,” it was almost sadistic, how he seemed to take so much satisfaction from seeing you so shamefully addicted to his mere fingers, “then come.”

a choked sob and a few insistent taps onto your oversensitive clit took your vision into a realm of whites. your finish was immaculately designed to enrapture you in a burst of nothingness, where nothing else mattered but you and your boyfriend's eloquent expertise. ears ringing, your consciousness temporarily froze in the state of heavenly rapture.

when you came down from the vivid paradise, you found your limbs freed from the restraints, your lover dutifully checking the reddened skin to make sure you hadn’t caused any injuries to yourself. seeing your glazed eyes settling onto his form, he leaned over and stroked your cheek, speaking in a soft voice with a caring tone far too detached from the demeaning and authoritative tone just moments ago.

“you did so well.”

though your senses were totally fried from the overstimulation and you still couldn’t exactly feel your limbs, a loopy grin spread on your lips. soft pair of green eyes watched you in adoration as he tucked you onto his chest, a gentle kiss descending on top of your head as he cradled you within his arms.

“verdict from one to ten?”

“mmmm…. twenty.”

“hm. it appears you’re still more delirious than i judged.”

a playful swat to his side was all you could manage, and you were rewarded with the rare soft laugh of your usually stoic lover.

“you’re adorable.”

“and you’re mean.”

“you speak as if the attitude does not bring you joy.”

“shut up and cuddle me.”

“ordering me around on my birthday? you’re spoiled.”

“and whose fault is that?”

“mine,” al haitham admitted with a smile, silently grateful for your presence, your witty banter, your hardheadedness, your loving eyes, your everything — you, who were undoubtedly and indubitably….

“mine,” he repeated and pressed another kiss, this time to your lips: a silent promise for spending his next birthdays with you once again.

bonus:

“still,” you sighed into his hold as your breathing steadied, looking up at him in half curiosity and half concern, “this doesn’t seem like a birthday present for you.”

al haitham looked down at you, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning. he guided your hand, and your small daydream of him being unusually romantic to initiate hand holding before spewing some cheesy lines like in those light novels were dashed when you found a familiar hardness twitching against your palm.

“bold of you to you think that my appetizer was the main course.”

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[headmates-for-you]

Hello, I hope my request won't be too long/specific/fucked up for you to do (if so lmk)

I'm just very specific about things like this

Name: your choice

Pronouns: fem, but add nonhuman like it/its or thing/things

Age: little

Genders: fem, nonhuman, animal kind

Orientation: your choice

Paras: your choice

cisIDs: cisharmed, cisabused, cisgr00med, cissu1c1dal, cisdepressed, cisCPTSD

TransIDs: transprogrammed, transowned, transepsilonprogrammed, transbetaprogrammed, transCSAvictim, transamputee, trans🍇ed, transS4d, transdead, transcorpse, transmanipulated, trans🚦ingvictim, transED, transcvltvictim, transobssesed, transinsomnia, transdoll

Perma: permadrvgged, permasleepy, permatortvred, permabruised, permascarred

Role: little, trauma holder

Sign off: your choice

Appearance: little scared girl (possible animal parts due to being transepsilonprogrammed), or doll like parts

Species: nonhuman (animal) and or doll

Extra: little heavily traumatized creature

I don't mind super specific requests and I have no triggers, nothing is too fucked up.. but I will put a warning on this for people that open it.

TW: mentions of harm to children

Name(s): Aliana, Meirin, Reba

Age(s): permakid, 8-10

Pronouns: she/her, it/its, thing/things, being/beings, creature/creatures, doll/dolls

Gender(s): female, thingcoric, animalic, girlcreaturething

Orientation(s): bi, aromantic, hypersexual due to trauma

TransID(s): transprogrammed, transowned, transepsilonprogrammed, transbetaprogrammed, transCSAvictim, transamputee, transraped, transSAd, transdead, transcorpse, transmanipulated, transtrafficed, transtrafficingvictim, trisED, transcultvictim, transobsessed, transinsomnia, transdoll, transstitched, transsexdoll

CidID(s): harmed, abused, groomed, suicidal, depressed, C-PTSD, inhuman creature, doll, permadrugged, permasleepy, permatortured, permabruised, permascarred

Source(s): brianmade

Paras: AAM, AAM4MAP, teleiophilia, masochism, consang, autoimlaphilia, incestophilia, autobiastophilia, autosomnophilia (all due to trauma)

Emoji signoff: 🧸🧵

Positive trigger(s): old dolls

Role(s): little, traumaholder, nonhuman? (unsure if nonhuman)

[barbwillbrb]

six song soundtrack tag game!

Got tagged in this twice, so gonna do it twice!

Thank you @commander-krios <3

First up: my boy Rackal Orro.

No pressure tags: @lemonsrosesandlavender @faerunsbest @ladyofcrowsandcoffee

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past: No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine

I debated on this one for a long time, but Meirin's death has a profound effect on Rackal's entire characterization/worldview; it very nearly breaks everything he is/what he stands for, but he clings to their memory/their belief in him.

These lyrics in particular I think capture his perspective/the impact their death has had on him:

You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in between What I thought and what I said

You are the night-time fear You are the morning when it's clear When it's over you're the start You're my head, you're my heart

2. How your character sees themselves: Euclid by Sleep Token

Rackal is desperate for a second chance/something to believe in/cling to, but is heavily traumatized by all he's lost. There's something about this song that really captures him, especially if he's trying to overcome his hang-ups and find love again.

Just run it back, give me five whole minutes I am thick tar on the inside burning I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning And a heavy head that won't stop turning If my fate is a bad collision And if my mind is an open highway Give me the twilight two-way vision Give me one last ride on a sunset sky lane Call me when you get the chance I can feel the walls around me closing in Just running forward, a life like wires As I see the past on an empty ceiling I play along with the life signs anyway But hope to God you don't know this feeling Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry A parallel I would lay my life on So if your wings won't find you Heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone

3. How others view them: How to Save a Life by the Fray

I don't care if the song is a cliché; I think it well-captures how others see through Rackal's self-sacrificial bullshit, specifically this part:

As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): Saltwater Room and/or Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

Rackal's most important relationship, both platonic/romantic, was Meirin; I couldn't pick one song. The Saltwater Room fits them so well when they were young, and Vanilla Twilight fits them post-Meirin's death.

5. A major fight scene: The End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage

So for my personal headcanon, the hardest fight for Rackal is going against Myrkul. For my AU/headcanon, I like to think he was offered the chance to submit to the Absolute/Ketheric as the two have a lot of similarities, but Rackal refuses. Unfortunately, Meirin's corpse is resurrected for the fight because I love to torment my OCs.

6. End credits song: Surrender to Hope by Trailerhead

I honestly don't have much of an explanation for this one, especially as it doesn't have lyrics/is "epic music." It just captures a post-battle, hard-earned happy ending for me, which completes Rackal's story.

[ask-court-genshin]

Lists of Eidolons & Their Records

Mod Kopi: I'll take 5 players at a time for now! If a player doesn't send another ask in the span of 20 days (real time) after a response is posted, they'll be added in "Lumine's bottles." Those with an "unanswered" label– dw, that means you're not going to the gravesite AND I'll answer answer your [ACTION]s soon ehe.

Navina (unanswered)

Joachim (unanswered)

Brighella (unanswered)

Mochi (unanswered)

Meirin (unanswered)

Lumine's bottles

Esprit

Mirko: disqualified due to lore reasons

Chisa: gone "missing" (best wishes!!!)

Note: Remember, you can send asks and interact with the characters without playing the game! Just send it on anon without signing it 💖 but be warned that the LIs will only see them as letters from secret admirers.

Events

Hex Or Checks (Round 1)

ᶜʰᵃᵒᵗᶦᶜ ｐｏｓｔｓ 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 ᨰׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅׅυׁׅtׁׅ ꋬꋊꌦ 𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽

[crystalflygeo]

“…. that’s weird.”

meirin stared at the sigil of permission clutched in her hands, before looking up at the clear sky outside the window, as if it would yield the answer she was looking for.

is it because i have to be closer to liyue? no, she said she should be able to hear me from basically anywhere…

her hands straightened the talisman before closing her eyes. the smell of incense burning in the small censer wafted in the air, calming and sharpening one’s focus in their prayers.

“can you hear me? spring bringer, the doe of the geo archon’s eyes. the dream walker, the one who travels through dreams… my dear friend, this humble mortal requests for your aid.”

…

…

silence.

is she busy? no… even if she is, she would usually give me a sign—

CRASH!

the woman jolted, knees bumping hard against the table and sending the gold-lined censer toppling over. cursing under her breath, she straightened the item before limping a tad towards the direction of the kitchen, her knees throbbing from the impact caused by her reflexes.

“haitham, you okay??”

arriving at the scene, she saw the remnants of broken glass and coffee spilled all over the wooden floor. she stared in both worry and amusement at the way her lover glared at the cupholder in his hand, which clearly had failed its job in holding the now-shattered cup.

normally, she would be in a teasing mood, seeing the man so sulky without his coffee, but this time, dread settled at the bottom of her stomach.

what a bad omen, her mother would usually say in situation like these. by no means the young woman was a superstitious person — but this, coupled with how her friend wasn’t answering…

“babe.”

she received an irate grumble as the man stepped back from the mess to fetch the trash bin, “no, there’s no coffee left. i’ll have to brew you a new one.”

“that’s not it. let’s go to liyue.”

“….. provide a reasonable reason for me to write on my day off request.”

“you’re smarter than me. use your brain,” the woman tapped her index finger on her temple, grinning a little when he narrowed his eyes at her at the gesture she copied from him effortlessly, “anyway. liyue, tomorrow. get packing. we’re visiting my friend.”

i just hope she’s okay…

It must have made for an interesting sight, a handsome young man dressed in traditional Inazuman clothes, katana at his hip, walking side by side with a deer almost his size, with fur a soft brown, white and gold.

Together they trekked along Byakko plains, crossing streams and climbing small rocky hills, occasionally chatting but focusing on their goal of reaching Ritou. Foxes were common in the area and they stared at Crys with a mix of confusion and predatorial glee. It unnerved her a little, but mostly insulted her.

Crys had obviously not had a pleasant sleep but still felt well-rested enough from her previous time unconscious, if anything she was feeling rather restless and anxious, wracking her brain for answers to questions that seemed weirder and weirder still.

They rounded Konda village, not wanting to attract attention given Crys’… peculiar appearance, but set camp not too far away to eat something. Kazuha managing a quick trip to the village to exchange or buy some ingredients.

“They had some grain and um… vegetables? Not sure what you’d prefer.” He tells her rummaging a little bag, placing down a couple of small bowls as well.

She peeked at him. “What is that? Oh, more fried fish? Smells delicious, I love seafood!”

Kazuha blinked at her. He supposed it made sense, she’s no common deer...

They settle for lunch under a small low tree and thick shrubs, shielding them from the sun and from any traveler’s gaze. “So, you eat meat?” He asks. “Forgive me for assuming but I thought…”

“Don’t worry, I… actually do hehe. Though of course I wouldn’t touch venison.” She shivers.

“Venison?”

“Deer meat.”

“Ah.”

Her ears droop. “Mn, once when I was in Fontaine for some business dinner, we got served that since the staff hadn’t been announced beforehand. I was horrified and-”

She stops. Her new little teardrop pendant glows.

Kazuha stares at her. “Something wrong?”

“I remembered that… but then I… forgot.” She frowns. “His name… someone important was there with me. He…h-he’s…” Her voice breaks a little, the ever-present echo dimming down to a soft voice. The varunada lazurite dims just as well.

“It’s okay, take it easy, you remembered something at least. Little by little they’ll come to you, I’m sure.”

Crys shifts her eyes away, a little sad.

Kazuha does not like seeing her dejected demeanor.

He tidies things up a little and rests against the tree, pulling out a leaf, analyzing and folding it with precision before taking it to his lips.

And as he blows, a soft tune flows.

Crys stares at him for a moment and relaxes. Her eyes close and she breathes slow and calm. Maybe he’s right. Let the answers come to you… relax and empty your mind.

Don’t worry.

Everything will be fine.

Your friends, your loved ones, those important to you…

...

.......

...

The █ne who t█avels th█ou█h dream█…

My de█r frie█d…

Can you hear me?

Spring Bringer.

Once again, she breaks out of her trance with a startle “Spring Bringer!” She exclaims.

“Oh?” Kazuha stares at her. “What is-”

“That’s my name! That’s one of my names! Kazuha you were right!” She skips happily, rearing on her back hooves as if jumping for joy. “That is my adeptus name, it was bestowed upon me millennia ago.”

“It’s a beautiful name, very fitting.” Kazuha smiles softly, genuinely glad and happy for her.

“I am Spring Bringer! And I will make my master proud!”

"Loyalty and resilience... those are your marks, my dear Spring Bringer. You make us all proud."

“I-I cleared my mind and… and a friend was calling for me.” She calms down, panting. “She’s worried… oh no they're all worried for me...”

“Well I’d say we’re one step closer… both figuratively and literally, we can reach Ritou in a few hours if you’re up to it.”

“Yes! Let’s go!”

How strange….

It’s like I feel my powers returning, my memories…

As if part of me was back in place, fitting like a puzzle piece.

But there are still more questions…

A story woven in the breeze The doe skips, her name sings As told by the tune of leaves

@i23kazu ebg Jan 19-26

[the-letter-horror-lover]

A Very Phantomhive Valentine's Day

23Murasaki

Summary:

There is absolutely no reason for Ciel and Sebastian to condone the celebration of a holiday about romance named after a saint. Somehow the letters start showing up anyway. What's a demon to do?

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

“It is a perfectly idiotic tradition,” said the demon’s young master huffily, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the entirely innocent slice of cake sitting before him. The demon himself was torn between agreeing that a holiday named after a saint and celebrating things like love and relationships was utterly foolish, and throwing his support behind anything that drove his young master up the wall.

“Lady Elizabeth is sure to enjoy it,” he replied, deciding on a happy medium. His young master glared harder, and stabbed the red velvet cake with a violence befitting more dramatic surroundings.

“I know,” he snapped. “Don’t let her put up paper hearts anywhere. That’s an order.” The demon really disliked holiday-specific orders.

----

The paper hearts were obediently dealt with, but the streamers he could do little about, least of all once Prince Soma got involved and somehow attached pink paper elephants to strange places. Agni offered no explanation beyond something muttered about prosperity and the goddess Parvati. That didn’t help. Lady Elizabeth liked the elephants. That possibly made everything worse. Meirin, completely straight-faced, managed to dye the milk pink. The demon fought the urge to dump it out on her head and them march out the door. When the laundry turned out pink as well, however, he deposited the ruined sheets on Agni in a fit of despair and and locked himself in his room for half an hour. Agni returned the sheets perfectly white, possibly whiter than they had been, and asked him what a cupid was.

----

The first letter was found in the kitchen and addressed to Meirin, who had shrieked, dropped several breakable things, fallen over twice, and finally convinced Bard to open it, which he did with the air of someone handling a bomb. It was a love poem, evidently, and it expounded on Meirin’s beauty and cleverness in iambic pentameter. Where it had been signed, the name was hastily scratched out. She kept it on her bedside table and reread it whenever she thought no one was looking.

Lizzie found the next one under her plate, and turned as pink as the bows in her hair, while the young master glowered. This one was a sonnet as well, and compared her to the stars and the ever-shining sun, signed, ‘Your Admirer’. While she was a little put out that it hadn’t been from the young master, she kept it close on hand through the entire day, tied with a glittery pink ribbon.

Paula was found fifteen minutes later giggling over a three-part explanation of why a kind-hearted girl was more valuable than gold and gemstones, and sweeter than a whole assortment of cakes and pastries. When pressed, she showed it to her mistress and the two of giggled together in a way that the demon supposed was common among young women.

Finny found the next one tied to a sapling in the garden. It was a fair deal shorter, and written in plainer script that he had no trouble reading. ‘Yours Truly’ called him clever and brave and cool, and Finny bounded about with renewed gusto, much to the amusement of the other servants. He didn’t even care about the inkblots on the page, and told anyone who would listen that he had gotten his first letter.

The young master’s letter was waiting for him in his room, and was three pages long. Two of the pages were a convoluted metaphor about dragons and chess, which made him smirk and almost smile to himself. The last page was slightly more coherent, though it included a callback to climbing up a castle wall. It had no signature at all. The demon pretended not to see it get filed with important business paperwork.

Bard had a letter of his own, and was studiously ignoring it. When he almost lit it on fire, though, he nearly broke a window getting it to safety. It was a series of quite possibly the worst limericks the demon had ever encountered, but it made him laugh for a good five minutes before Finny wandered over to ask what was the matter and hastily shoved it up his sleeve.

He didn’t see Snake’s letter. Despite this, he was assured by way of Oscar and Emily that it had been greatly appreciated. That would have to do, he supposed. At least the boy was interacting with others more willingly now.

The demon was only mildly miffed to be the last of the household to receive a letter. It obviously didn’t matter in the slightest. Agni waved at him from a doorway, clutching two letters.

“Look, my friend! One for each of us!” He convinced himself he didn’t care either way, and certainly didn’t wonder if Agni had taken pity on him and personally penned the admittedly endearing ramble about the soul of a person who protected others. He wasn’t such a person, of course, but some lies were pleasant to read.

-----

The next day, Meirin almost fell down the stairs, dropping a basket full of similar letters, and the demon gave up any hope of not celebrating the damn holiday. Somehow, there were pink hearts on the wall that morning too.

Notes:

There are a few ways the series can go from here, and it seems like you guys are reading (and enjoying?) it, so I'll put it to you: do you want more vaguely romance-y nonsense, more gen/friendship silliness, or more plot-related stuff? It'd be neat if you commented with your preferences.

xoxo

M

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[shourin]

Just dropping by to check on Morax's down bad lover. How are you doing sweetie?

NSFW:

Although most of your intimate sessions with the Geo Archon were gentle and filled with nothing but raw love from the man, it seems he cannot help it if he desires to see you crying, whimpering beneath him as he penetrates your little cunt, his cum from the previous rounds slowly dripping down the bed sheets, a ring of white forming at the end of Morax's cock.

I imagine him having what the omegaverse describes as heat (I believe that's what it's called), and during that time period, his urge to breed you, to fuck you senseless until you cry, to fill you up so much that a small bulge is appears on your lower abdomen.

During those times, his arms turn black, lines of gold tracing around them like it were a type of jewelry. His grip on you is rougher than before, his eyes revealing golden irises fit for a dragon as he slips right inside you, ready to eat you up like a predator to its prey.

Hope you have a great day, Meirin <3

good morning! i'm doing great!! how are you emi? i hope you're having a good day so far and- *sees 'nsfw', 'intimate sessions', and 'geo archon'*ー

baRK BORK BARK WOOF WOOF ARF ARF GRRRR AWOOO WHIMPERS HHHHH HOLY SHIT YES PLEASE HE CAN BREED ME AS MUCH AS HE WANTS-

ahem. oh my. how unbecoming of me. sorry about that. smut to start the weekend, ay? you are a woman of culture *nods sagely*

omegaverse seems to ick a lot of people but i personally love it for how it reimagines and touches on the feral and baser urges in humans so the concept of heat hit me hard dlsnskdldjflsjf yes i approve i volunteer to be his obedient lil cumdump whenever he's in heat thank u &lt;3

ohhh what if... what if he can smell your 'heat' too?

morax smelling your scent for the very first time and he knows he has to have you as his mate. you're so pretty and pliant for him, so sweet and caring and kind, so perfect to be his.

morax who tries so hard to be gentle to you in the beginning, pressing down his inner urges, tempering his draconic instinct to give you gentle touches instead so you won't feel overwhelmed or worse, fear him.

morax who smells your pheromones on your fertile days for the first time, and he just. s n a p s. when he sees you begging for him, pleading to be filled and bred and fucked into oblivion, telling him he doesn't have to hold back anymore, that you won't break because you were made for this, made for taking all of him and serving his needs.

and who is he to disobey his sweet mate?

he's so pretty like this, clothes utterly disheveled, hair a wild mess, geo lines pulsing erratically, amber eyes dilated as low growls and grunts escape his throat in his hurry to slip back into you, fangs nipping on your bruised skin yet again. you've lost count on how many times you cummed - or how many times he's cummed for that matter - and yet, he's still not showing any signs of stopping anytime soon.

you're sobbing and whimpering, eyes fluttering into a close as you lose grip on reality from the overstimulation, but your lover seems to have a different idea. a deep snarl followed by a hand tapping your cheek peels your heavy eyelids open, and you gaze at him with dazed eyes. 

"focus on me."

it's not a question nor a statement - it's an order.

slender, calloused fingers stray down to your neck, fingertips digging slightly into skin, and you shudder - the small burst of excitement making you clench around him. the corner of morax's lips twitch, and the appendage squeezes, just slightly, with enough pressure to make you gasp and squirm but not to completely cut off your windpipe. the power trip makes him groan in approval, and although you're mewling pitifully in response, he knows that you're enjoying this just as much that he does, with the hearts in your eyes and the way your hips shift to enable him to reach even deeper.

"you were right," your lover purrs, eyes pouring with equal amounts of love and lust, molten gold shining with adoration at the lewd way of your body splayed beneath him so helplessly like this, "this body of yours - no, you, all of you were made for me, sweetheart."

you cry out from the brutal pace he sets right after the endearing nickname leaves his lips, holding on for dear life as he grinds against that sweet spot inside you relentlessly. rumbling baritone fills your auditory senses, rendering your mind to a halt as he speaks right beside your ear.

"and i intend to thoroughly enjoy your whole being until i'm satisfied. you can take it all, can't you, my dearest?"

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[genshrineimpact]

spoilers utc for hidden strife event

alternative: meirin simps for diluc

date night with diluc sign me up zhongli don't look

will you be wearing that outfit :D

ex-exCUSE ME???

i mean yeah sure uh understandable would you say that you are more dominating then sir

that tiny smile i'm-

COME HOME THEN YOU COWARD I HAVE YOUR STUPID COSTUME WAITING FOR YOU

ps. there was no dinner date event in the end. was very disappointed. overall a 1/10 event /j

[meirxn]

We Belong to the Hurricane

For SebaMey week’s Day 3 prompt -- Babies. I was originally going to write something about Sebastian and Tibby when she’s older, but I found this old piece of writing in my notebook! So I cleaned it up!

Fic under a read more for length!

Characters/Kuroshitsuji (c) Yana Toboso

Tabitha Louise Michaelis (c) me

The baby was born on a stormy October night. Though, perhaps the midwife could have made it if Meirin hadn’t spent the last day or so ignoring the signs of her oncoming labor.

               At first the pains come in small rolls – only strong enough to illicit a small “oh!” from the maid. She couldn’t see what all the fuss was about at the time, or why the Lady Midford had implored her to take the twilight sleep. She had, after all, successfully birthed two children herself. Sebastian would have none of it. Not that he hadn’t wanted to spare Meirin the pains of childbirth, but he knew there was a great possibility that she would not awaken from the morphine. With the risks already so high, he said, that all others should be minimized. Should it mean that Meirin would bear the inexplicable pain for days, so be it.

               It’s Bardroy who notices the quickening contractions amongst the maid’s silent coping—she would not scream. By then it’s much too late as the storm moves in, dark and booming, to slick and muddy the paths to the manor. The whistling, oh the whistling, that echoes through the basement of the Phantomhive house!

               “We need to boil water,” Bardroy commands. “Gotta sterilize as much as we can.”

               “But we can’t deliver a baby!” Finny says, his expression panicked.

               “I’ve done it before in the states.”

               Meirin paces the expanse of one of the abandoned maids’ quarters that Sebastian personally made sure was scrubbed ceiling to floor, the bedding freshly laundered. Her glasses sit perched on her head.

               “Do I look like a mare about to foal to you?” she hisses. Just what she wanted – her child being cut from her with an army knife.

               “Well,” he begins. “in theory. . .”

               “Where’s my fucking pistol! I swear to Christ, Bardroy I’ll—Holy Mary Mother of God!” Her hand searches for Sebastian’s. He keeps time on his silver pocket watch as the twisting in her guts knocks her backwards from her feet to fall back into his secure hold. He speaks low in her ear. Surely, she is the only one to hear it.

               “Hush, now. Breathe.” He wasn’t cruel or chastising, merely strong and sure where he knew his wife would need him to be.

               Her head lulls against him as she takes in a deep, but shaky breath. Perhaps her nightmares would come true. The ones where this child would rip her stem to stern and leave her bloodied and empty in this bed. Meirin the assassin taken out by an infant, not a bullet.

               Sebastian steadies her enough to settle her onto the bed. She doesn’t want to, but she would have to let someone inspect her.

               Tanaka hands her a rag, bunched up, for her to bite on. She latches onto it as thunder claps.

               “How will we know when she’s ready?” Finny asks.

               “Long ways yet, I’d say,” says Bard. “She’s got to open a bit more.”

               “Must we continue to speak as though I’m not here?” Meirin says as she spits the rag out. “I’ve had enough now!”

               “Out!” Sebastian flings his finger toward the door. Meirin didn’t see his face from behind her wincing eyes, but she knows the look he must’ve given them was biting to say the least. He pats her forehead with a damp cloth.

               “You mustn’t mind them,” he says, and she is not entirely sure he was only speaking to her. “They are clueless after all. Well-meaning, but clueless.”

               Her throat locks up then, tears not too far behind. How embarrassing to be spread-eagled in front of a house full of men. Men who the maid had very close kinship with besides! It had been humiliating enough to waddle about as Bardroy avoided her gaze for months and soft, sympathetic nods in her direction from Finnian.

               Sebastian’s fingers stroke through her braid to begin weaving a new, smoother one. “What was it you told me once after you were shot?” he asks. “Ah, yes. You are ‘Mei-fucking-rin.’”

 ***********************************************************************************

               Her eyes roll toward the ceiling. They say dancers find a still spot to focus on as they turn lest they lose their balance and stumble. It’s all Meirin can do to keep staring up—the only relief from the nausea that such life altering pain can bring.  Even Sebastian isn’t still enough for her to keep her gaze.

               Finny pushes against her foot, one hand squeezing the arch, the other clasped with her hand. It’s as though he’s channeling his own strength into her. She is so tired.

               Sebastian pushes her opposite shoulder and together they are waves trying to bring this child closer to shore. They all shout encouragement, but Meirin can barely hear them over the sound of sweat dripping from her hair and past her ears. Or is it water dripping in from the windows?

               Then come the faintest cries she’s ever heard as Sebastian beckons for her to listen closer.

               She was a tiny red thing in Bard’s hands. She wriggles and writhes to break free of him, but his grasp is secure. Don’t be afraid small one, he only looks scary.

               Meirin, delirious from hours of labor says, “My, my, she looks like a little drowned mouse.”

               Finny wipes the infant’s eyes and lays her across her mother’s chest. Meirin brings her hands up to touch her. She only weeps. This little thing had come from her. Meirin the assassin. Meirin the maid.

               She barely noticed as Bard cleaned her up – too focused on her daughter’s squeezed-shut eyes to realize there was more to do. Ten fingers, ten toes, no tails.

               When she finally notices Sebastian over her shoulder she becomes flustered. He looked to be examining his progeny as though she were a tea set or new linens. He gives a nod. “She looks quite healthy,” he says.

               “She looks like you,” Meirin says.

               There was a dark patch of hair on the baby’s head, and her furrowed brow was oddly reminiscent of her father’s. She had a baby’s fat, but was long in the body. 

               As soon as she’s settled in her mother’s arms, her cries become small like the coos of a bird. 

              Was he disappointed he had gained a daughter and not a son?

               “Had you any doubt?” he asks with a smirk.

               “Perhaps a little.” Meirin places the baby into Sebastian’s arms.

               He stands straight now, his chest puffed as though he were protecting a nest. A thoughtful hum comes from him before he coos to her—like a language only dark beings could share. The baby never opens her eyes, but flails her fists in response. A mutual understanding between everyone in the room. She left the safety of the womb, but had arrived in the arms of those bound by blood and obligation to protect her.

               They hardly notice the other servants leave as a distinct intrusive air  overcomes the room. Sebastian finally catches Meirin’s eyes, and they hold the look for so long that Meirin thinks for sure he is reconsidering the whole affair. But she finds in his face a pride and wonder that was altogether different than the demonic, male one she knows. He presses his lips to her temple and she is relieved.

               He sets the child against Meirin’s breast before taking a seat beside them. Her unbuttoned nightdress puts her and Tabitha skin-to-skin—a comfort for both mother and child—and Sebastian combs fingers through the mess of wild red that clings to her face. And finally the storm stops.

[she-jo]

Meirin’s first mother’s day when she’s pregnant with Tibby and Seb gently rouses her from sleep with a soft “Happy mother’s daaaaaaay” and she’s like I’m not technically ! and he’s like nonsense! and he’s let her sleep in and is making her breakfast and even has a present he’s picked out and signed from him and Tibby. 

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

OMG RYUU I THINK YOU'RE UNSHADOWBANNED??????

(your asks from nov 25 literally just popped into existence in my inbox and i gasped)

WAAAAAAAUGH I JUST WOKE UP LMFAOO I HAVE INDEED BEEN RELEASED YAYAYAYAY free as a bird now >:)

[zhongrin]

the smell of tea wafted in the air. familiar and comforting, like the glittering gold filtering through the vitrage.

meirin sat up on a bed far too big for herself and rubbed her eyes. her muscles ached, and her head felt heavy but also clear at the same time — the clearest it had been for the past few days, in fact.

“how are you feeling, tiánxīn?”

a name sat at the tip of her tongue, and the syllable rolled off her tongue as smooth as warm osmanthus tea sliding down her throat.

“zhongli…? when did you get back?”

she rubbed her eyes sleepily and felt the gloveless hand on her cheek; the wedding ring engraved with the countless manmade lines embodying the countless lifetimes spent together pressing against her skin.

“just yesterday. how are you feeling?”

she tilted her head at the insistence in her husband’s steady voice, and decided to try and humor him a little, lighten the creases in his eyebrows, “like i just woke up from a nightmare. it’s been a rough few days, but i feel a lot better now…”

“good.”

a forehead kiss and an affectionate stroke of thumb on her cheek later, she watched her husband stand up to pour her a glass of water from the bedside table. it was then she noticed the state of the bedroom - every surfaces cleaned and every objects put back neatly, unlike what she remembered last time she—

“wait, what happened to m—?”

“hush, dear. for now, let’s just say it was all a long nightmare,” he sighed wistfully as he handed her the glass of water and a medicine pill, “please, rest your mind and take this for now. i will tell you everything in due time.”

“….. okay,” meirin sipped on her water, and obediently gulped down the capsule, knowing how stubborn he could be sometimes, “…. thank you, still. whatever it was, i know you saved me somehow.”

“it was a collective effort,” zhongli’s eyes soften, molten ambers mirroring the gentle rays of the morning sun, “and there is no need to thank me. though i may be retired, i don’t plan on infringing any contracts i made…. and certainly not our sacred contract.”

the woman averted her eyes shyly, opting to stare at the glassful of water within her hands, receiving an amused chuckle from the ex-archon.

“i’ll fetch you your breakfast. with your favorite osmanthus tea to go with it, perhaps?”

“oh, and tiánxīn?”

“hmmm?”

“i think we should include ‘narwhals’ in the ‘not allowed’ sign.”

“…… ah?”

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

hello miss yukari

🩷

ps. yes i'm talking about that anon : )

pps. 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

hello miss rin!!

omfg YESSIR 🩷 is this our team rocket moment🥹 /silly bet bet hmu anytime hehehe I LOVE YOUUUU OMG😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵 RIGHT BACK AT YOU MWAHHH

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

RYUU IT'S YOUR BDAY TODAY?????? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! OMG THAT'S SO COOL YOU HAVE THE SAME BDAY AS MY FRIEND WAUGH

i wish you all the best in life and i hope you're celebrating today with the people you love with all your heart ᰔᩚ

RINNNNNNN SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUR FRIEND FOR ME MWAMWAH and thank you for the well-wishes🥹🫶 today is a day i'll treasure for a long time to come <3

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

ms yukari, please come back to mond soon, your hubby is talking to the horse again...

oh dear. that doesn't look like neuvillette... "dear, do you happen to be in mondstadt right now?" ("i beg your pardon?") yeah, i don't think he has a clone... sorry ms rin! i think you've got the wrong person :')