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mtchee · 2 months

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My Chosen Beloved - [Zhongli] GN

blurb:

In ancient Teyvat, you worship your Lord of Geo as much as the next villager. When you hear that you're cursed by something unknown, your fears are only confirmed when you're given to your Archon as a sacrifice to save your village. Only, it turns out you're not quite the sacrifice you thought you were. OH, turns out, you're to be wedded to your Archon. Except, since arriving at his hidden chambers, you've seen neither hide nor hair of him. Only his pet dragon, Morax, lazes about in the mountainscape to accompany you. Welp, new best friend! Even if it is a sassy lizard. What... What do you mean, he is the sassy lizard...

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kinda chaotic [name], sugestive at the end, arranged (??) marriage trope except he arranged it, Zhongli is a little shit, i think he's slightly OOC im SO sorry, dragonli, young Morax?? but not quite, ancient teyvat au (kind of), swearing, might do a part 2

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"Cursed!?" You cry out in horror, "I'm cursed!?"

"Not cursed, dear one," The sweet old lady hums, swishing around your cup of left over tea leaves, "just marked."

"Oh, oh good," You feign relief, "so I'm a target."

"Oh hush you," The tea reader swats you over the head, "you fret too much. Besides, there's more I've yet to see..."

You grumble to yourself under your breath, rubbing your sore spot with a pout before sitting and waiting for the rest of her verdict. The woman hums lowly, a content smile on her delicate old features as she keeps her eyes trained on the semi-warm yunomi cup in her hands.

"Ooh, would you look at that," She hums happily, "a crescent star--how wonderful. You will have an unusually large fortune happen upon you..." she swishes the cup once more, "and... ah! And these are... indeed! Health and happiness shall befall you! Though beware, a great sacrifice must you omit in your coming days for this to be achieved."

You sigh to yourself quietly, smiling softly with a shake of your head, "Thank you, grandma."

You place a small pouch of coins atop her tattered, velvet cloth table as you move to stand.

"Ah, ah, ah!" She tuts, eyes wide as she stares at your tea leaves, "my child... I see that someone has their eye on you; beware of whom it is that you trust, deary. Not all things are as they seem..."

You feel a shiver crawl up your spine, and you squeak; you feel your soul levitate.

You gain a cold sweat, "T-Thanks, granny..."

"It's no problem, child!" The old lady beams, positively ignorant of your terror, "come back anytime. It's always such a joy to read for you..."

"Aha, yes. I-I'm sure..." You wince, smile strained, "um... goodnight, granny."

"Goodnight, dear one!"

You're quick to leave the quaint tea shop, placid smile immediately dropping into one of panic. Ever since you'd gone up that stupid magical mountain or whatever, you'd felt these odd shivers down your spine, like someone was watching you.

Constantly.

Or, nearly constantly. It usually stopped when you got to your house--at least this stalker had some decency.

It certainly didn't help that there was an apparent raid being planned on your village, an attack that you'd all been warned about by an anonymous.

It was a curse of sorts, unleashed by an old enemy of your land's beloved Archon, Rex Lapis. The main city of Liyue is only small at this time, and the adepti, each to their own, have additionally been busy with protecting the various other scattered villages around the land.

You were given fourteen days to figure out a solution.

Now, there's only three left.

You shudder, once again feeling a pair of eyes glaring into you from archons knows where, and you let out an angsty huff, crossing your arms over yourself.

"Great," You crinkle your nose, "now I'm even more paranoid."

"A WHAT!?"

Ah, what a wonderful start to the morning, with two days left before the presumed attack.

The whole village gathers with murmurs of concern, pity, and fear.

In seeing no other way to prevent the attack, the town elder had announced a last resort solution, as provided with help from the adepti.

A sacrifice is to be made and sent to the stone mountains where it is told that their Great Lord and his dragon reside. A sacrifice must be made to their Archon in exchange for protection from the oncoming curse.

And with consultation from Adeptis Cloud Retainer and Moon Carver, you were chosen to be the offered one.

"You want me to be a WHAT!?" Your eyes practically bulge from your head, and a panic rushes through you, thoughts spiralling as your heart tightens painfully in your chest.

Your outburst garnered further chatter from the rest of the town, some shouting their concern for you, others in protest of the decision made--but ultimately, it wasn't up to them.

The adepti themselves had chosen.

Your ears rang with a high pitch, gaze hazy as you grew dizzy, struggling to breathe.

You couldn't hear what anyone else was saying--and quite frankly, you didn't want to, nor did you care.

A further immense feeling of fright pierced through you, causing your knees to buckle. It was those eyes again.

'Dear archons,' You thought to yourself fearfully, 'am I going to die?'

The next forty-eight hours went by too fast, consisting of preparation for your departure, where a group of villagers would later escort you to the mountains and present you at its base before returning home.

And where you would be left alone, alongside barrels of fruit and meat offerings, and baskets of their finest silk and gold.

Then, it would be up to their Great Lord to make the decision.

And so there you had been, fearful and adorned in opaque silks and fine threads, arms and legs decorated with pretty golden jewellery for an extravagent yet elegant appeal.

Your heart stuttered painfully in your chest, breath uncomfortably stuck in your throat as paranoia and terror consume you simultaneously. The feeling of eyes being burnt into your form had never left, and they had never felt so intense until then.

Staring at the mountain base with your back to the open field behind you, you felt your very soul ice over as a dark shadow swallowed you. You hadn't dared to look back, eyes wide with your skin pricked, breath stagnant as your base most instincts went wild; run.

But you felt you were dead before it had even approached.

You don't remember anything from that point on, only recalling a behemoth silhouette drowning yours before everything went silent and dark.

You had fainted.

But freedom! You cry in your mind, finding yourself awake inside a palace worthy bedchamber. You weren't eaten! Yay! CELEBRATE FOOL.

You notice a soft quilt upon you, its fabric smooth to the touch. Your hands tremble ever so slightly, nerves recovering from being shot. You swallow thickly, unsure of what to expect as you observe your surroundings.

The room is heavenly. Much grander than even the nobles in the nearest city, the room is vast and elegant, with artworks and calligraphy engraved into the stone walls. Cor lapis illuminates it all, along with the plentiful golden intricacies.

An elaborate archway to your left is separated from your room by a semi-sheer curtain, and you can hear the ever so soothing tinkling of water. A bathroom.

Placed along that same wall is a beautiful vanity and smaller archway separated similarly to the other. You can spy a more than generous number of hanging fabrics and neat, polished crates--a wardrobe.

The opposite side of the room displays practically half a library. Gorgeous bookshelves line the walls with ornate pillars and decorative foliage, a grand desk situated nearby with an equally as exquisite chair. The floor is covered by a soft carpet, accompanied by various cosy and inhumanely large pillows.

Nevermind, you must have been eaten, because this looks like heaven.

Mouth agape in bewilderment and disbelief, you slowly slip out from beneath the covers, tip toeing along the cool flooring into the middle of the room.

Your eyes graze over everything, and you're tempted to throw yourself indulgently into the giant pile of pillows just begging to be laid on.

Yet you restrain yourself because where the hell are you.

The large door across from you looks promising.

It takes a good hard push from you before it opens, though once it does the doors part for you effortlessly on their own. You pause, peeking out into the hallway skeptically before actually stepping out.

The door shuts quietly by itself one you're out of its way.

Interesting.

The corridor itself is daunting, both in size and extravagence. One side leads to an archway concealed by a thick red curtain, whilst the other reveals an opening into what appears to be a sun room.

Well, that looks promising.

Like everything else, the area is expansive and elegant. Sunlight bathes everything in a soft, golden glow, and water trickles pleasingly from ornate divets in the high stone walls, following a painstakingly carved path down into a rivet in the ground that outlines the floor plan.

Looking up into the high ceiling, your mouth drops in awe at the crystal clear glass encasing. In an octagonal, dome shape, the largest panes showcase stained glass designs, threading rainbow highlights here and there.

Thriving vines decorate the roofs edge, neatly climbing down the walls and curling around the spaced pillars that hold it all together. The plantation has been carefully placed as to not obstuct or corrode the ornate architecture.

In the centre of the room is a mound of silks and pillows with gold trims and intricacies, a large serpentine figure curled atop the delicate fabrics gracefully as it slumbers.

What.

Pause.

A dragon.

A fucking dragon.

Morax, Rex Lapis' dragon.

And you know it's Rex Lapis' dragon because who fucking else would have a dragon.

Your mouth drops in absolute horror at what you've stumbled upon, and you start to backtrack in silent terror when the slumbering creature begins to shuffle.

You internally curse yourself as the thing emits a sleepy grumble that vibrates the floor before locking eyes with you.

It blinks drearily, lazily yawning and smacking its maws before learning towards you with lidded amber eyes and a grounding purr.

You've been frozen in utter fear for the entirety of its slow awakening, and it huffs warm air into your wide eyed face once its levelled with you.

You let out a frightened squeak, blinking rapidly to recover from the assault while the serpentine creature rumbles contently. It looks... entirely unbothered by your presence.

You can't quite tell what it's thinking, its eyes watching you ever so intently, yet with a peculiar fondness that has you puzzled.

"He.. Hello, dragon," Your voice cracks, and you take a hasty bow to make up for it, "uh! Morax. Um, am I... aren't I suppose to be, uh, eaten..?"

Morax blinks at you cluelessly.

"As, uh, in sacrifice?"

The dragon huffs at you again, though this time much more sharply, as though offended. An odd keen gets stuck in its throat as it tilts its head before shaking out its mane.

Then, Morax leans towards you again with a grumbling coo, as though attempting to soothe you before nudging its large muzzle at your chest.

You stumble back from the unexpected contact, but the being only prods at you again until you gently guide its nose away with both hands. It retreats back into the rest of its curled form, watching you expectantly.

You reach a hand to where Morax had been poking, touching the thick cor lapis pendant situated on your chest in the shape of the geo symbol, secured by a deceivingly delicate looking gold chain.

"Oh this?" You look down at it from your awkward angle, "is something wrong with it?"

Morax lets out a curt grumble, not in warning or any form of vexation, but as a sort of prompt. Not quite.

You furrow your brows, "Then... does it mean something?"

Its grumbles again. Closer.

Your mind blanks, and you stare back at the beast that just blinks at you slowly. It makes no more sounds to edge you forwards, nor anymore mortion to aid your thinking. Instead, it watches you patiently, expectantly. Fondly.

"...You wanna... you wanna tell me?"

Your features flatten when the dragon emits an exaggerated yawn, crossing its massive paws and laying its head down upon them.

"Oh, you've got an attitude, you know," You frown at the mythical thing, and it closes its eyes teasingly in cheek.

You look at your pendant again. It had been provided by the Adeptis, and passed onto the village chief for when the chosen had been annouced. Then it was later given to you at the end of all your preparations, and you've been wearing it since.

Funnily enough, your preparations were similar to those of your wedding traditions--the older women fussing over your appearance while the men gathered gold and jewels to toss and offer up in symbolizing a rich, fruitiful future for the beweddeds.

The pendant is a similar heirloom typically passed from the more forthright intended to their beloved, as a way to show both their devotion, and their will to provide and protect.

The heirloom is usually something that represents the family from which it is given, as the receiver takes on their last name.

But your pendant is the geo symbol, your Archon's insignia.

Holy freaking shit you're wearing your Archon's insignia and it's not a vision.

Your stomach drops.

"O-Oh my god!" The pendant drops back into place on your chest, and you stare wide eyed at the serpent that daringly matches your panicked gaze, "I-I'm our Lord's intended!?"

"You're my one true friend Morax. But don't tell anyone I said that, that's kinda sad."

You distractedly scrub the dragon's scales by his neck, having moved on from his claws. You're dressed in thin bathing silks that cling to your figure from the water, parts of the fabric sheer upon your skin. You're not bothered though, it's only you and the dragon in this huge manor.

For the week or so that you've spent here, you've seen neither hide nor hair of your dear Archon. One part of you is curious as to why, seeing as this is his abode, though the other shudders at the prospect of running into him in person. You're still not mentally prepared for that.

You don't know how to talk to a god! Let alone how to your god--and that's not even mentioning the fact that you're technically supposed to be married to him.

Yeah. You've figured it out now.

No, you had not been sentenced to your death. No pain or any form of violence has been inflicted since your arrival, unless you want to count the dragon tormenting you with the fluff of its tail.

Stupid dragon.

Speaking of the damned creature, you've taken solace in its company. Although non-human, the dragon is a sentient being of its own, and though large and very much built for battle, Morax has been nothing but patient and gentle.

Ever so aware of your smaller being, the dragon has been careful with its every motion, bending its languid body elegently and fluidly to accomidate you. Even in a playful mood, Morax takes great care not to jostle you or startle you so.

You've claimed the overgrown reptile as your best friend in claws!

Morax had preened at the proclamation.

"Has our Lord been taking care of you? I haven't seen him once since I've been here. Do you think I've scared him off?" You snicker, wringing out the soaked cloth in the floral water you're seeping in, "ah, yes. As I am everything he should fear in a spouse. A merciless tongue and a non-existent sleep schedule."

In the furthest depths of this absolutely insanely huge manor, palace or whatever, is an opening in what you presume to be the back of the mountain.

Walls opening into a magnificent waterscape with a lazy lake and picturesque waterfalls, vines and flowers and brush decorating the scene with giant trees overshading parts of the water.

Morax snorts at your accusations, nostrils puffing non-aggravated smoke.

You move on to delicately rinsing the dragon's mane in parts, fingers sifting through the long, smooth fur to untangle any knots.

"Is he kind?"

From its once sleep tempted state, the beast perks up, opening its eyes to gaze at you. Sensing Morax's confusion, you give a tender smile while you brush a hand through its mane and over its scales.

"My betrothed, our Lord," The dragon croons softly, leaning its massive head down to rest its chin on your lap as you chuckle bashfully, "only you and the adepti know what he's really like. When he's not attending his duties, I mean."

You swallow thickly, worry glazing your eyes before being swiftly masked by a ginger smile as Moraz nudges you.

"I just... to be wedded to our Lord is just a fantasy. Who could I ever amass to in comparison to our Archon? I... don't think he will be cruel. But," Your eyes flutter to the side unsurely, "I don't want to live a lie."

Your heart pangs in your chest, and you slow in your movements which begin to cease. The water ripples around you at each notion, the air still and serene. Yet, despite the peace, you feel burdened.

No, not burdened.

Your brows crease in thought.

Perhaps dejected.

Although you have yet to meet, you've been provided with an abundance of wealth. It's evident your Lord is the spoiling type.

Your room is just one example, full of things you love and could lose yourself in for hours, alongside a wardrobe full of clothes you could only ever have previously dreamed of.

And you have the entire mountain to explore to entertain yourself--and it's not as though you were trapped.

You've gone flying with Morax twice now, and further explored the wilderness surrounding with the dragon's protective supervision. If you so truly wished, you could leave these hidden chambers to go elsewhere. To be honest though, you don't trust yourself to be able to find your way back.

The food is plentiful. Visiting the kitchens each morning and night, you find a feast is laden. And during the mid-day when you're hungry, or the late hours when you're peckish, the pantries are stocked in abundance.

A warm breeze caresses your shoulders, and the sound of the water trinkling melodically echoes a tranquil tune.

Morax purrs at you, and your smile saddens as you speak a dismal truth, "I will forever worship our Lord, not just for what he has provided me, but for him in all his existence. Though I admit, my heart will carry the dual burden of heartache."

The dragon blinks at you slowly, before reeling back in all its grace with a low croon. Its eyes are lidded, looking down at you in fondness and something else you can't quite place.

You puff a breathy laugh, reaching up a hand to cup the scales on its cheek. Despite the comically drastic size difference, the mystic being leans into your touch with a rumble.

"Thank you, Morax," You murmur, awed, "but I could ask nothing more from our dearest Archon who has given so much already. I only pray that someday he will find the one with whom he can truly return their affections."

A disgruntled huff escapes from the amber dragon's maw, and it shakes its head before leaning down to carefully press its horned head against yours.

A smile traces your lips, sincere gratitude oozing from your being as your eyes slip shut, nuzzling back against the smooth and damp scales of your mythical friend.

Another kind brush of air kisses your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. From behind your eyelids, a bright flash of light is muted, though you pass it off as naught.

Suddenly though, the scales you had cupped fit much better in your palm, a sensation much softer gracing your fingertips. Your brows furrow slightly as you feel the weight of the dragon's physical presence decrease. The water around you ripples greatly, though the atmosphere itself remains undisturbed.

The winds swoop gracefully as always, musical water cascades still singing their dream inducing tinkles while the scent of the surrounding natural flora soothes you.

You hear a gentle rumble, though much softer than the dragon before you. Your eyes gradually open, slinking up to lock onto the ethereal man leant into your loving caress.

Your gaze drifts to his nose, and then his lips, observing his attire that consists of layers of intricate brown and golden silks that float atop the water's surface.

And then you gasp, meeting eternally wise amber orbs that stare into yours knowingly.

Your muscles tense and your stomach drops, and you stumble back, almost tripping in the water.

At your sudden lurch in movement, the devastatingly handsome man fixes his arms around you, a gavelly chuckle sending a flush of heat to the tips of your ears as he pulls you flush against him.

"Y-You! I--" Embarrassment in all its forms overwhelms you while your beloved Lord himself stares down at you with lidded eyes, exuding elegance and unwavering strength just as he stands.

You don't dare look him in the eye, gaze latched shamefully onto the intricate details laced on the garment covering his chest. Your shame only increases once you notice the opening in the fabric that reveals part of his chest.

"M-My Lord..!"

Humiliation causes tears to prick at your eyes painfully.

But the dragon--his dragon, he is the dragon!

Heavens above, how utterly foolish could you be!?

Weeks you have spent confiding and bumbling about with that damned beast had you spilling the deepest depths of your heart and innermost being.

You would have never behaved in such a trecherous manner had you known it was your Lord! How disgusted he must be with you. How offended he must feel for the ignorant things you have speeled!

You clench your eyes shut, almost trembling in his grasp.

"My.. My most sincerest apologies, Lord Rex Lapis. I-I must avow that for each word I have spoken I never did intend-"

"Whatever do you mean, my love?" His voice is warm and low, a pleasant gravel that slinks into your ears like honey.

Rex Lapis--Morax, your very Archon who is one in the same, pulls himself back to admire you with fond eyes. Though his gaze is ever intense, the emotion he expresses is more than palpable.

His touch is tender, careful but full of longing, "Perish such nonsense from your mind. I, apologise, dear one," He leans down hopefully to meet your gaze, "for startling you so. And for withholding my true self for so long."

You flutter your eyes open, swallowing shakily when he smiles at you oh so adoringly.

"To be honest, I was... nervous. Unsure as to how you would perceive me."

"You? Nervous?" You incredulous tone has him breathe out a laugh.

"Indeed, dearest," You flush at the endearment, able to process it past your panic this time, "it is not everyday you are intended to a God. Now though, I see I should have been the one to welcome you first and foremost."

In contrast to his gentle touches and patient tone, a familiar cheeky twinkle sparkles in his eyes, "To think you thought you were a meat offering."

You blink up at him, horridly aghast at the mention of your initial misgrievances.

Forgetting your prior reservations about him as your Lord, no longer heeding your behaviour to such, you recognise that mischevious glint just as on the first day you had arrived.

A sense of relief floods your being, and you gradually untense in his tender grasp.

Though you're still unwilling to let him off unscathed.

"Who's the one who had me snatched up on such short notice?"

A sense of sheepishness has him ducking his head in self awareness, nodding acceptingly and in apology. A pink tint lines his fair cheeks at that.

But then he glances down at your drenched attire, and his flush deepens as a desire much too long forgone has him turning up his cheek a little more than he normally would.

"Well," He clears his throat distractedly, "who wouldn't at such a delightful temptation, hm?"

And then it's your turn to feel flushed.

Although he had left you lonesome in you first few weeks of stay, he more than made up for it in the coming nights.

And in response to your apprehensions and concern in being wedded to a God, he addressed them directly by providing you with an adoring reverence than even celestia would envy.

And he continued to do so, for the many years that would come.

For he had chosen you; his one and true beloved.

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rodolfoparras · 9 months

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Hellu! I just wanna say i really like your work, bacuse it makes my brain go brrrrrr. Hope to see more of your works but please do take breaks and dont force yourself yo do anything. <3

- 🦈 (yes im the same anon at Thegnomelord)

(Ps: I may of sugested this to gnome, but chewtoy price. He sit, reader chews, on any and all chub. <3)

Hello sugar!! Thank you so much for your sweet words and I’ll def make sure to not over work myself thank you so much for looking out for me!! 🥹

Cw: 18+, possessiveness, markings, dadbod price, spanking,

But also now I’m thinking about dad bod!Price laying sprawled out on the bed, or head buried in the pillows with his fat ass in the air, and sinking your teeth into the supple skin, leaving marks all over it or even having him splayed out on your lap, your big palm rubbing circles on his bare ass, while he tries to stay completely still, only letting out a squeak of surprise when your palm lands down on his cheek. After every slap, you’ll drag a thumb along the cleft of his ass, up to his puckered rim, just taunting the muscle till he’s begging you to just do something, won’t even care if you take time to prep him just wants to feel your fingers curling inside him

Or thinking about fucking him into the mattress while biting down on his shoulder to keep quiet, leaving marks on the supple skin, that you can almost feel through the shirt he’s wearing. He’ll be sitting in a meeting or just in the mess hall eating when you’ll come up to him fingers squeezing his sore shoulder. He drops the fork in his hands or stops talking completely, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep any whines and whimpers from escaping him, blood’s pooling to the lower half of his body as thoughts from last night occupy his mind

Or being obsessed with the pudge of his hips, digging your fingers into them as you’re fucking him just to see your fingerprints on the pale skin, sinking your teeth into his skin while laying between his thighs teasing his sopping wet cunt, watching him huffing and puffing, all teary eyed begging you just to eat him out

#alec answers #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #top male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #male reader #x male reader

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pimpixs · 2 months

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Breaking the bed in.

#pim pimling #smiling friends #smiling friends pim #sf #sf pim #charlie dompler #sf charlie #smiling friends charlie #charpim #cw suggestive #tw suggestive #sugestive

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zestrya · 1 year

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maybe we could kiss tonight?

you and your best friend kiss, but... that's a joke right? no way they like you back... right?

pairing:: yelan, yae miko, hu tao, heizou, al haitham x gn!reader (separate)

cw:: none; sugestive theme, ambiguous relationship, reader is a scaredy cat (hu tao), modern!au (heizou), betting..? (heizou).

notes:: got a little excited while writing heizou's and yae's and things got a little out of hand.

al haitham

you could feel your brain sizzling in real time as you stared at the blank questionnaire laid upon your desk, to make matters even worse, al haitham seemed to be burning holes into your face, probably wondering how you could even be considered a scholar when you weren't even able to solve such questions without help.

you sighed, which he followed, already knowing what you'd say next.

“look, this is im—” you were cut off.

“impossible for you? quite possible, though from my point of view it just seems like you're far too distracted to even understand the meaning behind the question.” he pointed, bluntly.

you desired to slap him at least once, still, you knew he was right.

of course you were distracted, your biggest crush, who also doubled as a long term friends, was there sitting beside you, so close that you were even able to bask in his warmth, to the point you wondered if it was really necessary.

then he finally shifted at his seat, but instead of going back into his own space like you thought he'd do, he leaned even closer to you, fingers resting on your chin, lifting it until your eyes met.

“what? scared of something?” he laughed at your face, gaze going from your widened eyes to your lips.

his face came closer and closer, until finally your lips met, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as you melted into his touch.

you two separated and you chuckled as he kissed you on the cheek before getting up.

“consider a gift for trying so hard, i'll go for now, but i hope for results in our next study session.”

you nodded absent-minded, thinking about what your supposedly best friend did and what kind of hidden meaning it could have, failing to notice the deep blush reaching his ears as he turned to go back to his own work.

hu tao

your best friends was... odd, in the best of the days, that is.

most of the people considered her batshit crazy, actually, and you couldn't help but agree most of the time, and now was unfortunately one of those times.

she had dragged you along into and expedition of sorts, to which the meaning you weren't even sure as all she told you was something along the lines of: there's a mystery hiding at those mountains.

it was already the second day in that hellish place and you almost felt like fainting every time an inhuman shadows appeared around you with the rustling of the trees.

“hu tao, should we really be here?” you whispered, to which she shushed you.

“don't worry, now be quiet.” her voice was barely louder than a whisper and you couldn't help but groan, wishing to go away quickly.

your walk continued for nothing more than a few minutes before you stopped on your tracks afted hearing a whisper of your name, looking back into the strange forest.

“hey, hu tao, did you perhaps set a prank on me? this is not funny.” but when you looked at the direction you friend was supposed to be you saw nothing but a dim path.

you almost felt like crying, yet you followed the path diligently hoping you'd find her somewhere along the way, but as you walked the place just seemed darker and darker, even the sounds of the leaves rustling sounding more and more like monsters and ghosts.

and then you felt something brushing against your arm and you shrieked in horror, tears blooming in your eyes instantly.

“[name]!?” you heard hu tao voice yelling from a distance and soon she was seen coming out from behind some trees.

you sobbed as she hurried to your side, her hands grasping into your arms and looking for any injury, eyes roaming over your shaking form.

“why did you leave me behind?” you muttered, leaning into her shoulder, feeling your knees getting weaker by the second.

“sorry [name], there was something trailing behind us so i went to take a look, i just didn't expect you'd fall behind so quickly.” she pouted, clearly feeling wronged.

but as she saw you said nothing in response and just clung even more to her, she hugged you back, not minding the tears staining her clothes, looking up to the darkening sky and then back at you.

“c'mon, my mission here is over, let's get back and i'll treat you to something good.” she patted you twice and you slowly let go of her and wiped your tear stained face.

before you could nod, however, she planted a soft kiss on the corner of your lips, pulling you by the hand shortly after, leaving you no time to process it as she hopped back dragging you along.

shikanoin heizou

the lights on room where dim as you seated across from heizou, the game board spread over the desk as he looked seriously into your eyes.

“now [name]... will you admit it? i have all the clues i needed to solve my case.” his voice was impassive.

a smirk stretched into you face as you rolled your eyes.

“oh, do you have it now?” you scoffed and his eyes thinned. “why don't you try it then?”

the glares contest went by barely a second before he said his verdict.

“entrance hall, chandelier and purple.” you shrugged as you saw him taking the little box with the real case.

a frown settled in his face as he looked over the three cards and a smile spread over your features.

“so..?” you ask, already fully aware of his response.

“i fell right into your trap.” he sighs before putting the cards back in the box. “your guess?”

“bathroom, chandelier, purple.” you spread your three cards over the desk, at the same time he does it, showing both of your clues, the "hall" card being in among your own.

taking the box in hand, you reveal the cards, showing that you were right once again.

“seems like i won again.” you tut at him as he sighs. “really, from a future detective I'd expect more of you.”

he slump over the chair, offering no real answer.

“so, what's your wish for this round?” he ask, already getting his phone and wallet.

you looked at the right corner of the desk, a single earring and a twenty dollar bill there already.

“aw, c'mon, it's no fun to just spend your money, besides, I'm no leech.” you pout and he let out a bitter laugh, putting his wallet back in place. “hm... how about a kiss?” you send him your sweetest smile, awaiting a reaction.

however, different from your expectation, he doesn't blush or avoid your eye contact, instead smiling back at you as he get up from his chair.

he easily bend over and holds you gently by the neck.

“may i?” heizou's voice is barely a whisper and you unconsciously nod in response.

his lips meets yours and you're able to feel him smiling into it, the touch only last a few moments, yet it leaves a sweet after taste that you're unable to forget even as he leaves you to raid your kitchen for a much needed after gaming snacks.

“now that's what i call a rewarding punishment.” you're barely able to hear him whisper as he pass by you, smirk still on his features.

yae miko

you brushed yae's tail with utmost care as she rested in your lap, her eyes scanning the book right in front of her at leisure.

as you put her first tail down to start brushing the second, she flapped it right on your face, the flurry tip wiggling right under your nose.

“ah! hey!” you grabbed her tails, looking into her eyes, seeing the michievous smile she wore. “i'll stop brushing it if you don't stop.”

her smirk instantly turned into a pout and then she sighed, finally laying down again so you could continue.

“you're no fun.” she muttered loud enough for you to hear, but you paid no attention.

“but you still invite me to brush you everytime, don't you?” you shrugged and she finally got her attention back to her book.

time continued to stretch lazily, until you finally were done and put her tails down, giving a little pat on the head, a thing you knew she hated, her ears twitched at the touch and she sent you a glare, before getting up.

“took you long enough.” she fakes a disappointed expression, to which you scowl.

“would've finished sooner if you didn't bother me so much.” she laugh at your irritation, clearly not affected.

you stretch to pick the book she left by the floor, reading some sentences in passing.

“you're trying your hand at romance now?” you pass by a few pages, some sentences catching your attention.

“the mystery one wasn't selling as well this month.” she responds, uninterested as she goes to her bookshelf, looking for some reference.

before you know it, you're too caught up by the plot, not even minding as the pink haired woman tries to catch your attention back, looking at her for a split second, before going back to the thickening tension between the two protagonist.

she huff by your side, arms draping over your shoulders as she skimps over the part that caught your attention so much, giving off a malicious laugh by your neck.

“they'll kiss in the next page.” she blurt and you look at her with exasperation. “in the next chapter she'll discover he was cheating.” you turn, quickly trying to cover her mouth.

“hey, stop it!” you were almost over yae as you tried to stop her from giving you anymore spoiler.

then, suddenly, she grabs both of your wrists in one hand, her back hitting the floor as she hugged you by the waist with a single arm, he voice filled with a joyful warmth rare of her usual self.

“i'll stop, but only if you give me some attention.” you felt a blush creeping up your ears as she gave a curt peck at the inside of your wrist. “just for a moment, alright?”

her voice was lazy, dawned out as if she was in a gleeful state, and you couldn't help but go along with her wishes, releasing your weight as you fully fell down onto her.

she adjusted into a comfortable position, giving quick kisses to your nape, cheeks and when you were about to huff a “too clingy” she pressed her lips into yours, not even giving you time to be surprised as she happily continued her unusual grooming session.

your sighed, letting her do her thing, not even aware of how much her heart was racing just from being beside you in such a calm moment.

yelan

you were damn tired, being awake for more than 36 hours now, just hoping the caffeine on your system wouldn't fuck you up too bad once you woke up the next day — or the next time you went to sleep, who archons knows when will it even happen.

the pile of papers didn't seem to decrease even as you worked tirelessly on it, hands already numb from how long you were in that office running through the latest documents yelan got her hands into, though, you'd say robbed is a more accurate word.

suddenly the door opened and yelan herself walked in, as composed as ever until she spotted you in the dim corner of the office.

“[name]? already here at this hour?” she didn't think twice before going into your direction, arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“i think you mean, still here.” you patted her hands twice before going back into your work, but she stopped you before you could even get the pen.

“wait, don't tell me you're since yesterday?” she caught your face in her hands, eyes locked on yours so you wouldn't dare lie to her. “did you at least sleep?”

you avoided her eyes only for her to frown and then you sighed.

“i took a nap..?” she made a displeased face. “i'll sleep after i finish these, i'm almost—” and before you could continue your reasoning she picked you up, lifting you on her shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

“finishing? bullshit, look at that pile of papers, you'll die before you're even able to reach half of it.” her voice was low, clearly pissed at your behaviour.

you sighed and gave up, letting her drop you down into the makeshift bed she made out of a few chairs, along with her own coat.

she sat down beside you, eyes locked on yours as she seemed to wait for you to fall asleep.

“really, what'd you do without me in your life?” she sighed faux mockery, and you felt the urge to roll your eyes, but then you grinned, michievous thought running over your sleepy mind.

“not even a goodnight kiss, hun?” you waited for her reaction before you could brush it off as a joke.

but contrary to what you thought she smiled and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“if that's what you need to sleep, now behave and tomorrow i might even offer you a good morning one.” she got up from her seat and went out of the office, only her shadow under the doorframe letting you know she'd stand guard in there until you woke up.

against your better judgement, you ignored the fact that your best friend, and crush, just kissed you and said she'd do it again, and let sleep take over your mind.

#al haitham x reader #genshin al haitham #hu tao x reader #genshin hu tao #yelan x reader #genshin yelan #yae miko x reader #genshin yae miko #heizou x reader #genshin heizou #shikanoin heizou #genshin impact #— zestrya's writing

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yveltalreal · 4 months

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//okay in regards to that last anon and the tags on the post i do feel like i have to make this

//ive been seeing a lot of people getting the fucking. enlarge your furret anon and posting without like. a sugestive cw or with characters that are minors or it being sent to muns that are minors.

// please tag that as suggestive because that is literally a joke on penis enlargement pill ads/the ads you see on like. porn sites and shit. i think because its talking about furret it might be referencing the enlarge your hamster or whatever gif but that is also like. the same joke and idk if any of you realized/were aware of this??? so im just pointing it out incase some of you guys didnt know and dont want that on your blog/to see it

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #<- main tagging cause i think its kinda important because ive seen a LOT of people get the anon over the course of the day #ooc post

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miguel-manbemel · 11 months

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The Apostrophe

Inspired by an incorrect quote by @/claudiialykke2 on X. CW Dukeceit, sugestive speak

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quote #sanders sides photocomic #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #dukeceit

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wolfram-but-art · 11 days

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new NEW intro post WOAUW

ABOUT ME: Hi! I'm Wolfram :3 I use he/him, and ve/vim pronouns i'm a silly little guy

ABOUT BLOG: I post my art on this blog!! shocker i know!! i don't go for consistency, quntity or quality; it's simply blog where i post art that i like making and i'm proud of, i'm not here to please anyone but myself. this blog is 16+, i don't draw anything explicit, but you may encounter gore or a shirtless engie from time to time. though i usually tag things like that (see tag section under cut for specific tags).

DNIs: Terfs, HP fans/apologists, MAPs, Zoophiles, gender/sexuality criticals (that includes bi/trans/aroace/pan/neo pronouns and gender ect. phobes, do the bare minimum and don't be an asshole), racists, natzis, zonists for all those people 1000 lead hammers to the head.

AND PLEASE MAKES YOURSELF LOOK LIKE AN ACTUAL PERSON, CUSTOMISE YOUR BLOG DAMNIT!!

ART REQUEST/ASK RULES:

NSFW, any incest/non-con/pedo is categorially off the table.

but that's pretty much it for the limits. you're welcome to request any ship/headcanon/scenario and ocs you want as long as you keep it respectful THIS SECTION MAY BE UPDATED IN THE FUTURE

as per general asks, you can come chat about anything, i'll try my best to not take too long to answer your ask (which may happen, sometimes i take 3 months to answer an ask but thats just my bad)

TAG LIST AND OTHER: I usually try to tag triggering/more nsfw stuff on my blog, but feel free to ask me to tag stuff, or remind me if i forget

#sugestive - tag for stuff like sirtless engie #gore / #blood / #injury - self explanatory #flashing / #gif / #flashing video / #flashing cw ect. - photosensitivity warnings

#wolfart asks - tag for all my asks #wolfart speaks - tag for all the random stuff i say #doodle dump - tag for.. well.. doodles #fanart - tag for fanart people have drawn for me :3 (ty) #tf2 oc / #human!archimedes - self eplanatory + my oc tag

you are permitted to use my art for profile pictures/banners/ blog customisation, as art studies or as inspo for your own art. you are not permitted use my art in ai training, don't repost it or try to pass it off as your own or try to monetise my art. if you do any funny shit without my permission i own your liver and i will come to collect it.

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maryonmega · 3 months

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Twin Stars - Chapter 5

A new thing (is it a good thing?)

{{Ah, Stars, I dropped I dropped my self control. The original chapter was posted on my birthday, the little self indulgence (Isafrin) was my gift to myself.

Speaking of Isafrin, CW for internalized acephobia and a little bit of sugestive writting.}}

You brace yourself for the next period of time. Going through the moves without Loop makes you nervous, makes it possible to contradict each other. It's fine, you're fine, you'll just have to catch it up when you two have alone time to "tell about the loops". Stars, you're being sneaky again. You might try and justify with it not being just about you all you want, but it's the truth.

Your group meet up in the dining area, and you let the smell of different foods sooth your nerves. Another way that you're weird. You've been out for over a month, made camp that were small and your tent wouldn't block the smells, yet it seens like the confort that this particular thing won't fade anytime soon. You don't like the origin, but you do like Bonbon's eyes when you happily sniff what they prepare.

Tho, this time, it's not Bonbon food. Not that it's disappointing on it's own, you just think they could use the quick fix, too. After all, you're pretty much toeing the northwest and north separation. If everything goes right, they'll see their sister again in two days. Maybe even tomorrow night, depending of the group's mood.

You're not surprised when they're the first one to talk, either. Not to you, but to Odile. You're too busy noticing their pineapple juice and thinking that maybe you should tell about that.

"Where's Sisy? It's not good to skip meals."

Oh, that got you off guard!

"Sisy, Bonnie?"

"Yes. Phus sounds dumb."

You just nod to the irrefutable argument while Odile puts her plate down carefully to not topple over the crushed boiled eggs. "Sisyphus is already in bed and I don't think they're waking up anytime soon."

"They're tired to the very soul."

You realise a second too late that it came from you. A saving throw! Now!

"I don't remenber a lot from traveling alone, but it's exausting when you only have what fits your pockets. Then we met again but still have problems with our memory. It's weird, it's like... " You think about acts and shudder. No, not going there "Like reading a story skipping random chapters."

Odile eyes you over her dinner, but decides to eat in silence. You feel a mix of relief and horror.

You see resident bookworm Mirabelle wince in pain at the idea. Just because you're a bit rusty pun wise doesn't mean you can't make funny moments happen.

Is it weird? To be lingering in their present the day you're supposed to have met with long lost family, a vague yet sweet sensation on your chest? Maybe not. No one in your little circle is unfamiliar with coping with abnormal situations by trying to act like things are normal. Specially you, as your eyepatch won't let them forget. Would that benefit you, right now, tho?

"... But, if coconuts have hair and milk, aren't they mammals?"

Stars, how long did you stay stuck in your head?! Not good, not fair. You really need to train out this bad habbit.

"I hope not, that would be nuts."

"That was lame even for you."

Hm, maybe acting as normal is not just you. Good? You dig into your memory to try and be sure. It's hard, it gets frustrating, but you're almost sure that something like that happened around the time Bonnie joined. Not quite like that, you all had to nurse them back to health, after all, but you did try to put on an image of normalcy, didn't you?

Stars, with everything that gets lost in the way, it's like a miracle that you didn't forget their names.

One thing that sticks out is when Mira cuts the casual air in the table in a way very reminiscent of her speech in the sleepovers, before... Well, before you torn the script to shreds because you felt like they were messing it up.

(Bonnie was right, you were being quite stupid)

It's not about walking out this time, it's about the elephant in the room that you were trying to avoid for so long: everyone hoped that Bonnie's assumption was right, but there was always the possibility that taking them with you wouldn't happen.

The others join in to present ways you can stay connected, even if not traveling together, but Mirabelle os still at the center. She doesn't look nervous when she smiles at Bonbon and says that she wants to see them grow up and become taller than herself.

You want, too. You want to see if their dream of having a restaurant will stick. How handsome they'll be and how far they'll let those unpolished smarts take them. If they'll settle for good or still carry that drop of wanderlust. What type of person they'll befriend beside all of you, if they'll one day date, get bonded, or go through the realisation Mira is yet to right now.

But Mirabelle is the one that puts those thoughts into words that won't pratonize them too much. If Mira was better by the end of your journey, medicated she was like a goddess.

You all go back to your rooms after the meal. It has been quite a full day, after all.

You and Isabeau change into your night clothes with your backs to each other, only getting in bed after both are confirmed ready. Isa rolls to his side by the wall, and you pull the sheets up to your nose so your smirk won't betray the fake annoyance.

"You didn't even call dibs this time."

"I already took it, you'll have to live with that."

You mock scoff, and hear a softer laught than usual (maybe because it wasn't as funny, maybe because he's tired too). You let your body and face relax, and, before your dumb brain has a chance to overthink, you get your hand out of the sheets and almost into Isabeau's personal space. He places his hand on yours, and it's soothing.

There's still a lot of thoughts to sort out, some including him, some not, but, right now, the contact is soothing. You want to close the gap and bury your face in his chest, to give him a kiss, like you itched to do so a few times but froze before you could (rich of you to call anyone a coward, Siffrin). But the objective is to sleep, and going further than hand holding still can be overwhelming. Maybe it's not just with you, by the way a darker shade crept all the way down his throat.

It's odd, to have at the same time limited time and more than you could hope for before. One month feels like so long and so little at the same time. You're not sure what really would count as slow, or would cross the line to too slow. You're thankful that Isa is a patiente man.

Is that enough, though? Even before your rough talk, he hasn't pushed, hasn't rushed. You haven't returned fairly. You haven't been fully honest with him.

You're vaguely aware of Loop in the room next door, and that's oddly motivating. Gross. Doing the right thing isn't enough motivation, you need wanting to avoid being confronted about not doing it as an extra push.

...

You know the way he's looking at you now. You know he noticed your shift in mood.

You open your mouth before he can.

"Isa?"

"Sif?"

"There's... Something I haven't told you." Wow, how specific, don't you want to broad a bit more? "Remenber when you asked if I love you the same way you love me?"

"Of course. What about it?" His tone is so soft, but the worry is clear. Of course it is. You are about to give bad news.

"I-I don't think I can." You gently squeeze his hand and hope it draws attention to them "I'm fine with this, and hugging. I'm almost sure I'm fine with kissing, too, but..." Just say it. You could say it to Mira, say it to him. Stop leading him on "I can't... do things past that. I don't think I ever will."

You can't look him in the eye. That phrasing felt like an understatement. The thought of hands on your skin with that kind of intent makes it crawl. The thought of taking him in such a way makes you shudder. The thought of him taking you like that is terrifying.

You feel a gentle caress over your knuckles, and that brings you back to reality. In this moment, you wish hope that he thinks the shudder was nerves. You gave him the info, it's up to him what he does with it. You don't get to think things of what chooses.

"That's the thing?" You nod. "Then it's fine."

What?

"What?" You look at him. You can't quite read his expression, but you do know it's not any less found.

"Are-are you sure?"

He's still caressing your hand. There a warmt in your stomach, but not a bad one.

"Sif. Sifarooni. Siffrin. What I meant was if you love me romantically"

"I know, but- isn't that part of being a couple?"

He looks pensative. Maybe this time it finally sunk in. You wonder if you still can hold hands as friends, and smother that thought as soon as it comes to light. That is Isa's choice to make.

"It can be, but doesnt have to. I'm fine with not being."

You're not so sure.

"Are you not going to miss it, though?"

"Siffrin," no nicknames. Bad sign? "think for a minute. Untill the day before I confessed, I was sure you hated touch, but still wanted a relationship with you. If I can live with no touch at all, I can live with no sex."

... How in the Universe can he say the word so easy?

Not the point here, Siffrin!

"Will you miss it?"

"A bit, but it's nothing unhandleable. I'm fine just being with you."

Your face feels hot. Your eye stings. There's still the chance of being too much, but the craving is stronger. You crawl a bit closer, and get your other arm out. Isa gets the memo, and puts his arm around you, slowly, giving you a chance to pull back. It makes your belly feel warmer. You want this to last, and that allows you to smother the question of how he would "handle" it with the same mental wet towel.

"Then, I think I do love you."

~★~

Sunlight brings a dull ache to your head. You protect your eyes with your hand and blink a lot before sitting up and getting your hair out of your face - oh, right, you're sharing a room with the Researcher.

You slip out of the bed and change back into your awake clothes, with that sleeveless turtleneck that you haven't had for so long but already is kind of attached. You know Stardust wouldn't dare (the reason is not the point, the point is that you do). It is blinded that you have to put on the effort, you were there first, but clearly it doesn't matter to whoever is the author of your life, so it falls on you the burden of showing that you're not just another one, regardless of technicalities.

Even under this dumb masquared, didn't the Researcher herself say identical twins doesn't mean the same person twice? You don't have to stay tethered.

The loops are over. You don't have to stay by him. You don't have to stay by this party. If you want to dip out, you can.

Even under the ache, the thought gives you some sort of confort. Not having a script anymore... is one of the reasons you've been carrying those bottles. Your newborn-like body also has fresh, newbie to drinking sensibility. Isn't that sweet?

You brush and tie your hair, then turn around, and start to make your way out of the room before you hear her voice.

"Come with us. We need a second table anyway."

Oh, no.

"How long were you awake?"

"A bit. I didn't peek, I swear."

You know she didn't. Your Researcher wouldn't either, and this one seens to be a little nicer. Unlike just enough to be uncanny.

Your head throbs. You really need some water.

"I see you at breakfast, Madame." You're not drinking while hangover, as mild as it may be, let alone in an empty stomach.

You find your way to a bathroom to splash water in your face after drinking your fill, and the face in the mirror taunts you, worse than back in the first day. It's you. It's not you. It's not Stardust. You're not Stardust. Except you are.

You wipe your face dry before putting on a nice smile and going out for the dining area. Is the Kid's temper being influenced by losing one of the main ways to release tension?

You make it there almost at the same time as your roommate. Uncanny. The Kid and the Housemaiden got there first. Of course they did. You're not surprised the Traveler isn't here yet. The Fighter is another story. Something the Fighters seen to have in common is a body still working on a Defender's internal clock. Maybe Stardust will notice the lack of company and go after him. You can and do feel sympathy and amusement at the same time. Still a baby, aren't them?

"Good morning, Madame, Sisyphus." The Housemaiden says, fidging her fingers.

"Good morning." You respond. You don't want that name on your tongue so early on, directed at her.

"Good morning, Mirabelle, Boniface."

"You skipped diner. It's not good to skip meals." The Kid pouts. They're clearly annoyed over inn food. You think they would hit you with the wok if it was their food.

You think of a grilled fish head in a nice napkin. You wouldn't skip on their food if someone offered gold coins.

"I know, Bonnie. I was just really, really tired. It's very draining to travel alone."

"Hnf, I can forgive you. But you'll have to not let that happen again."

"I'll try."

"Don't worry, Boniface, I can help with that."

The latent comic relief instincts tell you it means no more drinking before bed. Beautiful. Speaking of beauty

The Traveler and the Fighter arrive at the same time. Curious.

You look at the arrangement. The Fighter between the Traveler and the Housemaiden, you next to the Researcher, and the Kid in the end. You could almost believe you're part of this, couldn't you? Such a shame you know the truth. They're only being receptive because you supposedly have a connection to Stardust... A normal one, that is.

Breakfast is nothing lavish, pancakes and a few pieces of fruit, but the time since your return have not been enough to make you take food for granted. Specially food with salt. Getting used to the gross stuff like sweat and potty is a fair price for the chance of enjoying such thing.

The tension that the Kid could release cooking, they did stabbing the poor food like it owned them money.

"Today's the day! You're all meeting Nille! And I can show you my favorite places! Everyone must be unfrozen, so it's gonna be good!"

Nille... Nille... Oh, right, the sister. They... wished to see her again, didn't them? And now this Kid can.

It's not the best of thoughts, but, right now, you kind of also have more selfish reasons to want to meet. It's your second day, and you'll be recieving another person. A stranger, but with a connection that makes not feels like it with the intensity it should. Is this what the others are feeling like with you?

In the corner of your good eye, you notice the Traveler and Fighter moving calves together.

You'd think that would make you angrier, but... Right now, you mostly feel empty. Not numb, a sad type of empty. You think of hands around yours, sweaty to the point of feeling throught your gloves, but still warm and comforting.

And give your signature grin in their general direction. You're not dealing with that right now.

"Touching their ankles? Before bonding? You dare defile my sibling in front of me, defender? Shameful!"

This is easier. No need for a pun and that weird display stopped. Stardust glared at you, but you don't give it the dignity of a reaction.

If he wants you to play a role again, then you'll do it your way.

#Twinfrin AU #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat fanfic #in stars and time fanfic #two hats spoilers

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