Can I Please Have A Headcanon For The Streamers Au Where They Get Your Character On A Rerun Of Your Banner?

"𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧!" ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: You get a call from an old add you posted regarding babysitting, and it happens to be one of your old highschool counselors. Wait- he has kids??

tags: dilf!Wrio x college student!reader, praise, oral, penetration, creampie,

wrd cnt: 2.3k

a/n: this has got to be one of my top 3 fics good lord

Babysitting was just a side hustle, and you'd usually end your services before 8pm, just in time to take a shower and be in bed by 9. This time, your plan was moreover….derailed from the start.

You got a very urgent call from an old friend, could you even call it a friend?

One of your highschool admission councilors caught wind of an online ad in regards to childcare on a pretty popular website, and you recognized the number all too well.

Mr. Wriothesley, who helped you write your entrance exam essay was now contacting you for a babysitte. Why does he need a babysitter...? As far as you knew he wasn’t married.

You dare not decline, not through text anyway. It was the least you could do for him, after all...but it was a stressful time for you and really needed a break.

But it had been a few years, and you were reluctant on how your relationship would even function at this point.

You were well over the age that you'd known him in highschool, and he'd surely see you as an adult now...but best to keep things professional, as much as you could.

It was a little hard to decline, especially when you just parked your car in his driveway and get greeted by him at the door; a small child launched over his shoulder as you can see another run around in the kitchen with a box of cereal.

Shaving cream was smudged on one side of his face while you notice droplets of humidity left from what seemed to be an early morning shower cascade across his bare chest, and his bulging shoulders, pants covering him with a belt undone. Makes sense why he so eagerly needed some assistance.

"Y/n! Thank you so much for coming over today on short notice...Meet these two troublemakers". He jests.

You reply with a smile and say hello to what seem to be his children, a small boy and his younger sister.

"It's nice to meet you!" You say, the children unamused as they run off to go do whatever maniacs do.

"I'm sorry we can't have a longer conversation- I'm running late to work. But! l'll keep in contact throughout the day and whatever's in the kitchen is yours, be home around 7:30, thanks again!" Wriothesley said, finishing his run on sentence in haste while grabbing a shirt off the wooden hooks and stepping down to his parked car, door slamming shut on his way out.

Well...aside from no directions or rules you were pretty prepared so you let it slide, he needed the slack, cleary

But there was only so much you could give him.

You treated his kids like any others, prepared them a nice meal...or three, and did all the things like pretend to be the mailman when playing house and help them solve the 10k puzzle piece at least halfway short of 800 pieces to go, while managing to put them to bed around 7.

But there was no word from Wrio other than the bihourly checkup that would sometimes be skipped.

8 o’clock rolled around and you were still sitting down on his couch, flipping through late night television and waiting for anyone to show up so you could leave.

His kids were great, of course a lot to deal with, but great. Still, you needed to get back home and study for a midterm.

It's finally around 8:50 and you hear the keys jingle inside the doorknob, your head turning so fast it might fall off.

"Y/n...how are ya?" Wrio says, a big smile on his face once he sees you, a book bag handing off his shoulder. You catch yourselves looking at him a little too long already, almost forgetting how annoyed you were at his behavior.

His tone was mellow as he could sense the little ones are sleeping. In a similar whisper, but more passive tone, you reply "great...l left the key on the table, thanks so much again", picking up your bag and attempting to leave.

"Hey hey- what's the matter? Don't you wanna catch up a little over some dinner?" Wrio says, softly shaking the box of takeout in his hand.

"Mr. Wriothesley...I really have to g-"

"Mister? Oh darling don't be so formal, we're both grownups now."

You chuckle politely, trying your best not to snap.

"It's really late and I-"

"Come on, you've earned it! Let’s catch up, tell me how my favorite student is doing!”

"Mr. Wriothesley! you said you'd be home before 8 and it's almost 9...and I have a lot to get back to!" You exclaim, forgetting yourself and the children upstairs.

Eyes slightly widened, Wrio placed down the coat draped over his arm onto the couch, moving closer to you before setting the rest of his things down to the side table.

"Y/n...I'm sorry, I had to stay a little late but I should have let you know, what's wrong?" "I'm sorry for raising my voice- I just...l've been stressed and I wasn't really in the babysitting gig for a while but I didn't want to say no to your request and didn’t know how…”

Surprising you further, Wriothesely makes his way closer to you, a large hand pressing against your back in a tight embrace, his chin resting on your head in a warm hug, you felt his chest against yours and you almost forgot yourself again.

Wriothesley smelled like comfort and he made you feel it even more.

Stroking the back of your head with his large palm, he soothed you.

"It's okay y/n, I know it gets hard, you know I appreciate you making time for this, if you can’t do it again I completely understand your feelings honey.”

You could feel yourself melt into him, his stature almost encapsulated yours.

You almost roll your eyes at the feeling of his strong arms holding you, grazing up and down your back and waist as he parts himself from you to look down, meeting your gaze after the embrace.

His eyes were so inviting and you placed your hands on his shoulders, barely thinking straight.

But you soon met again, this time with your lips.

It was unsolicited, unexpected, but that made it even better.

You couldn't even remember why you were so angry before, what you had to prepare for tomorrow morning.

His hands held your face on each side, slipping his tongue against yours slowly, so slowly.

All that was left in your mind was how strong Wriothesley was, how easily he picked you up and how his hands felt underneath your thighs as you were in his grasp, how he carried you back onto the couch, pressing you into the cushions as he hovered over you, one hand on the trim of the sofa and another on your waist, his tongue moving with yours.

This was your college counselor?

Right now he was anything but that.

All you could focus on was how good it felt when he kissed your neck, how his lips sucked and nippled at your warm skin.

"Fuck..right there, don't stop-“

Wrio slightly chuckles, "I never expected my star student to be so demanding..."

"Just do it..." You urged.

"I think you'd ought to treat me with a little more respect, don't you think so?" He replied.

His thumb found your hard nipple, playing with it through the thin fabric of your shirt, slightly teasing it through your bra.

"Wrio..."

"What happened to Mr.? You dropped that pretty fast...l kinda turned me on." He smirked.

"Please.... Mr. Wriothesley.." You pleaded, dragging down your shirt and bra to reveal your breasts, placing his own hand onto your chest and making him squeeze you.

"That's more like it." His lips say before latching onto your tits, tongue fixated on circling around and over one of your nipples as his fingers pinched the other, his knee grinding into the area inbetween your legs in the meanwhile.

"Mr. Wrio-"

Strands of spit attach to you as he comes up with a breathless reply "Yes sweetheart?"

"More..." You beg.

"More? More what." Wriothesley asks.

"More of this..?" His fingers pinch your nipples, watching you squirm.

"Or this?" His knee pressing against your lower region harder.

"Y-yes...there" You say, grinding yourself into his knee in response.

"Such a naughty girl..." He mentions, unbuckling his belt as he pulls you up by the neck.

"Wait-…..what if they wake up?" You ask in concern.

"They won’t if you can keep quiet." He says, a small wink before he kisses you once more.

The sight was almost surreal. Before you, sat your highschool counselor on the couch, his arm over the rest of the couch with his cock in the other hand, and you had to admit it was big...you almost didn't know if it could fit anywhere.

But you had to try, right?

"Come here princess" Wrio said, cupping your face to bring you down to his crotch, making you lay down further with your face right infront of it.

Hesitantly, you started stroking his cock, feeling how thick it was in your hand, barely able to touch thumb and middle finger together. You gave his tip a few kitten licks, sucking on it and swirling your tongue across the slit where his precum oozed out.

"Don't tease. suck it- ahh! properly..fuck y/n... look at me." He grunts, pulling your hair up higher, using it to pull you deeper into his cock as he forces you to look into his eyes.

"Yes- now you're getting it...smart girl, just like that."

You watch Wriothesley brows furrow and his head get thrown back from pleasure, the pool of arousal only growing now inbetween your legs.

"Ahh- yes, just like that, keep going hun." He pants, his hand tangled up in your hair as he's unbutton his shirt now, laying bare to your wandering eyes.

Before you get a chance to come up for some more air, you feel his trapped hand keep you on his cock some more.

"You're gonna swallow it right baby? For me yeah?" He asks, whispering almost before you feel splashes of cum enter your mouth, running down your throat and coating your lips.

Wrio pants harder and watches intently as you lick up ever drop he's spilled out, collecting it with your finger as you suck it all for him.

"That's my girl." He says proudly.

"Mr. Wrio..." You whisper, climbing on top of him now, making your way up as you sit on top of him.

Before you can even voice your thoughts, his lips are back to yours, kissing you like he'd never done it before.

He practically yanks off your clothes, starting with your bottoms; throwing them to the floor and leaving you only in your panties.

You can't believe what a tease he is himself after scolding you for it...

"Wrio...stop teasing."

"What was that? I didn't hear you y/n" He says, fingers rolling back and forth on your panties, feeling the wetness soak them up as he kisses your pretty nipples and sucks on them lightly, just how he knows you like it.

"You're so wet.... did you love tasting my cock that much?" He giggles, looking up to your eyes with a nipple still in his mouth.

"Mmh- Fuck!" You have to hold a hand against your mouth as you feel him pull aside your panties and stick his fat cock inside your cunt without warning.

“So much profanity” He mutters, taking a large hand to spank you, making you squeal right through your palm.

He runs his hand up and down the side of your figure, a single finger trailing up and in between your breasts, going down as he puts a palm to your lower stomach, feeling the tip of his cock that's thrusting inside you as he presses down on it further.

"Mmmm...that feel good? I’m so deep inside you pretty." Wrio says, smirking up at you as he watches your face burn up while he slams you down on his cock harder.

He hit the spongy spot deep in your pussy over and over again, every hit felt like a shock of pleasure riveting up your spine. You could almost pass out.

But you didn't want him to stop, you wanted more, you needed every last drop of him inside you to feel completely whole.

And that's exactly what you got. It felt like hours went by of his thick cock stretching your hole, you could feel how sore your ass was from slapping against his thighs. The sounds so sinful it made you blush. You could tell Wriothesely was so close, the way his pulled you closer to him, pressing your bodies together while he grinding you into him, doing all the work for you after you worked so hard for him. "Y/n....fuck, fuck, fuck... you're gonna make me cum already..."

You felt tears trickle down your eyelids as it became too much, pleasure washed over you as you came all over his cock, a white ring forming at the base of his member. The sight only driving him into his own pleasure, a pleasure that painted the walls of your cunt completely white; dripping out slowly from your little hole as Wrio pulls his cock out, just to plug himself back in again.

'fucking hell…you're so cute when you cum” he coos, “youre available next friday right?"

Surely you'd be free that day.

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CALM AFTER THE STORM

contents: nanami kento x gn!reader, jjk s2 spoilers (shibuya incident), hurt/comfort, reader is implied to have died years before the shibuya incident, cooking together as a love language, kissing, reunions, death

what is death if not a new beginning?

or, nanami makes his journey to the afterlife. it's not so bad.

it's strange, nanami thinks. he had forgotten what it meant to move without pain, and yet here he is, dancing without a care in the world. his joints don't crack, his knees don't ache. he could have sworn he had injured his eye, and yet, here he is, witnessing the ocean in its full, unfettered glory.

pantai cenang is beautiful. idyllic. not a curse in sight. nanami takes a moment to soak it all in. fine white sand. crystal blue water. coconut trees. there's a distinct lack of people— surprising, given how popular the beach is with tourists— but nanami knows better than to question such a blessing.

there's a little cottage in the distance, one that doesn't exist on any map. in his heart, nanami knows you're inside, humming as you wash the vegetables you'd picked from the garden. it's been too long since he's seen you, held you in his arms. months. years. his heart squeezes. ah, that familiar ache— yearning. he quickens his pace.

absence makes the heart grow fonder. in his mind's eye, you twirl in the sand with him, feet nimble. he spins, more graceful than he’s ever been. he soars. he falls. fighting is dancing in the same way that the waves batter against the shore— beauty and violence, art and destruction.

nanamin! a shout echoes across the water, and nanami lowers his arms, turning on instinct to the familiar voice. even in his retirement, it seems that he can still hear the voice of his loudest student.

ah, he's exhausted— this is what he gets for indulging in the sun. he can sense your frown already. you'd always fretted over him, all soft hands and gentle touches.

the scent of blood rises on the wind, but there is no fear. even sharks need to eat. such is the way life and death dance together.

nanamin! the voice shouts again, or maybe it’s an echo of the first call, bounding across the surf. his fatigue overwhelms him like falling in love— slow, then all at once.

he is so, so tired of fighting.

faster than he can comprehend, there’s a firm pressure against his stomach. a mosquito buzzes around his face. he swats it away idly. there’s something he’s forgetting. something important.

nanamin!

ah. that’s right. he doesn’t have to worry anymore.

“itadori,” he says, voice carrying over the waves. “you’ve got it from here.”

there’s a gut-wrenching snap in his core. it severs something vital, and yet… he’s never felt more alive. he is a hollow-boned creature, like the birds. finally, the weight of the world is no longer his to bear.

your presence calls to him, draws him in from across the beach, and he turns towards your siren’s song. his lips form the shape of your name. in the blink of an eye, his hand is on the doorknob to your cottage.

"i'm home."

you whip around so fast that nanami almost fears your neck will snap clean in two. “kento?”

“it’s me.”

there’s a split second where the world freezes. the light from the late early evening sun dances amongst dust motes. your lips part, and nanami trembles with the force of his want for you.

then, like the tide to the moon, like planets to a star, you crash together. you fly across the room into nanami’s waiting arms, two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. when he kisses you, you taste like salt, like grief, like joy. it makes him want to kiss you more, kiss you harder, so he does.

you pull away, and nanami only just resists the urge to chase your lips.

"you're... so early. i didn't expect to see you here for a few more decades." you cup his face, fingers tracing over the familiar curves of his cheeks, his jaw. nanami turns his face into the affectionate touches.

"and leave you to eat dinner alone?" nanami leans in again, kissing the tears from your cheeks in a few quick, fluttering brushes of lips against skin. “i’m officially retired. where else would i want to be, if not with you?”

“you’re so romantic today.” there’s a choked quality to your voice.

oh, nanami thinks. it’s really been too long. “i’m romantic all the time for you.”

“i missed you.” apropos of nothing, the words tear from your chest, like you can’t hold them back anymore. your face crumples. heat pricks behind nanami’s eyes as you bury your face against his chest, frame trembling with the effort of holding back your tears. “i missed you so much.”

comfort has never been nanami’s forte, but with you, it’s as easy as breathing to hug you closer, to make soft, soothing sounds, to rub gentle circles over your back.

“i missed you, too,” he says, a confession. the world swims in his vision. he blinks rapidly. “more than you could ever know.”

he rocks you back and forth, back and forth, holding you as you shake apart in his arms. there’s no pressure to perform, no shareholders to impress, no curses to exorcise. only you, and your love, and your touch.

and he gets to have this forever.

nanami’s not sure how long you stay there, only that his skin still hungers for yours when you press a teary kiss to his cheek and maneuver out of his hold. you sniffle, wipe your eyes, and offer him a familiar apron with a watery smile. “here. you still remember how to cook, right, mr. salaryman sorcerer?”

“what are we making?” nanami takes the proffered apron. i’m the cook, it reads. he glances down at your apron, already knowing what it says. kiss the cook. the corner of his mouth twitches up.

“hainan chicken rice,” you say. “when in malaysia…”

“of course,” he says. “pass me the knife.”

it’s been a while since he’s handled a sharp blade. the handle sits in the palm of his hand— rough, worn smooth by years of use. a tool of the home. he finds that he likes the weight of it.

the rhythm of cooking is an intimate waltz. one, two, three. he crushes the garlic under the flat of his knife, then minces it. bits of garlic cling to his fingers, and he picks it off, shapes it into a pile. the papery peel is swept aside, to be returned to the earth.

the edge of his blade is used to peel ginger. short, quick strokes— not a motion wasted. when he’s done, the ginger’s aroma tickles his nose, as sharp as his knife. he slices it thinly and places it next to the garlic.

you heat oil in a pan as he works, humming a low melody. he hasn’t heard it in years, but it’s as warm and familiar as the bed you share. when the oil starts to sizzle, you add in his minced garlic, his sliced ginger. the scent spreads through the room, savory and safe.

you produce rice from a small rice cooker. it’s not ideal to use freshly cooked rice in fried rice dishes, but nanami has every confidence you’ll manage. while you stir in the chicken fat and bullion, he looks around for something else to set his blade to.

cucumbers, fresh from your garden outside. nanami taps one gently, a faint smile pulling at the edges of his lips at the hollow, satisfying thock. it’s quick work to peel them, revealing pale green flesh. it’s even quicker work to slice them. he loses himself in the task, in the comfort of your presence, and lets his muscle memory take over.

“are you using your technique on those poor cucumbers?” there’s a smile in your voice. nanami glances down at the cucumbers, and sure enough, they’re sliced in uneven fractions of 7/10.

the motions of violence are not so easily forgotten, but true peace lasts only in the memory of war. nanami gives you a small smile, presses a soft kiss to your temple, and resumes cutting his cucumbers— evenly, this time. even the sharpest of blades can be repurposed.

dinner is a quiet affair. two plates, two cups of tea, two settings at the table. conversation flows as easily as wine. your foot nudges against his calf— once, twice. he nudges back, delighting in the radiant smile that you can’t seem to hold back.

both of your plates sit empty upon the table. the last dregs of tea cool in your cups. cleaning up is quick, made quicker by long-established routine: he washes, you dry. on the last of the dishes, he leans into you— a silent request. you lean back— acquiescence.

he will never tire of touching you. instinct is a trembling little creature in his heart, and you are the soft hands that soothe him, letting him pull you flush against his chest. minutes drip into hours, and the sun begins its slow descent as he cradles you in his arms. somehow, you migrate to bed, and then everything is warmth and love and perfection.

these quiet delights, this tender intimacy— nanami revels in it, revels in this little life, this future you share.

“the sun is setting,” you murmur, a tender look in your eyes. you’re a vision painted in gold light, an angel in soft sheets. he could soak in you forever. “it’s almost time to go home.”

“is home as good as this?” he takes your hand, presses a kiss to the back of it.

“it’s better.” you slip out of bed, and he follows you outside. a gentle breeze ruffles his hair, brings him the scent of salt and the sea. the sun dips lower on the horizon, and yet, the light only brightens. it’s not harsh, but a gentle, beckoning warmth.

“are you ready, kento?”

“you’ll be with me?” it wouldn’t be a home without you.

“i will. i promise.” you take his hand, lean in, press a kiss to his cheek. tension drains from his shoulders like the low tide. a home with you is more than he could have ever dreamed of. “let’s go home.”

together, you walk into the light. neither of you look back.

tags: @angelshub @enchantedforest-network

Hi! Hope this finds you well. Saw the request and wanted to ask for a Yandere Sylus with player reader. Like Sylus knows Mc is a player and he is a game character. When mc was gone for too long, Sylus gets impatient.

If you can do it, of course. If no, ignore this. Wish you writing ideas and inspiration

Hi! Hope you're well too, anon! Sorry for the long wait on this one, got really stuck with it and wanted to make sure I did it justice-- it was such a cool idea! (Also I know L&D has the microphone feature but I wanted to have fun with the limited communication of the player here, so no it doesn't, actually!! 🥰)

Fourth Wall

Sylus x Player!Reader 🩸

Summary: L&D is getting more and more real with each update. This is a new update... right?

Genre: idk really?? real world player x character

Warnings/Additional tags: yandere themes, player!reader, gender neutral, fourth-wall breaking, non-canon, swearing, mild threat, possessiveness, manipulation, Sylus is a little OOC here (we all know he's a sweetheart really!!)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Your phone lights up with a notification.

Sylus: Are you in a good mood, sweetie? The weather’s nice, so let’s go out.

It makes you smile, even though you’ve seen it before. You haven’t played Love and Deepspace for two weeks or so, and you’re already thinking about how many dailies you’ve missed— more specifically, how many diamonds you’ll be short of going into the next event. You had a couple thousand saved, you think? It’s probably fine.

The truth is, you don’t really have time for it these days. Escaping reality with fiction is fun, but it’s just that: make believe. Reality’s still waiting for you on the other side, and recently? All that escaping has finally caught up to you. You have a real life. Responsibilities. Yay!

But you are in a good mood, and the weather is nice, so you’ll log in for old time’s sake. Your finger hovers over the app, but something makes you hesitate. You’ve got some emails you should probably get back to, first. Oh— and weren’t you supposed to call your friend, too?

Another notification:

Sylus: Take your time, kitten.

A new one? It’s just text on a screen, but you’re reading it— Sylus’s voice in your head—and you just know it’s dripping sarcasm. Before you have any time to dwell on it, your phone lights up with more notifications.

Sylus: I’m going to count to three.

Cute. He’s not actually going to—

Sylus: One…

Oh.

Sylus: Two…

Really?

Sylus: Three.

Ok.

You tap on the app, weirdly motivated by the time pressure given that it’s coming from a man who doesn’t actually exist. He smirks at you knowingly from the kindled moment you’d set as the loading screen, his crimson eyes playful. You’re not particularly patient either, so your fingers drum along the surface of your desk as you wait, your gaze caught between his and the slowly moving loading bar.

Come on… come on… It finally loads, and you enter the game with another apathetic tap. Sylus stands, waiting— a dark figure framed by the otherwise light and dreamy aesthetics of the Destiny Café. You smile to yourself; it’s just gone lunch, and you half expected to find him sprawled in the usual armchair, fast asleep.

He crosses his arms. “The countdown worked, huh? What are you— five?”

You scoff and give his head a flick. He chuckles, running a hand through his hair as though you’d struck him hard enough to ruffle it. It’s kind of cool that you get some unique dialogue when you’ve not logged in for a while, although… have you missed an update or something? The animation feels smoother. More lifelike, now you think about it.

Sylus stares back at you, his lips playing into a subtle smile. His arms are crossed again and he tilts his head like he’s enjoying your scrutiny. “Something wrong, sweetie?” he asks.

Not really. You zoom in with a practiced sweep of your fingers so you can get a better look at him. His eyes flit downwards, over you— equally shameless— and then he’s meeting your gaze as he steps forward, closing the distance. He can’t see you, but you still can’t bring yourself to look away from him, and you’re not really thinking about the animation anymore.

He lifts a finger to poke at the screen, as if he’s caught you daydreaming and wants you back. You poke him, too: a softer, more affectionate boop on the nose. You can’t help laughing to yourself as his face screws up beneath the touch. This game is getting a little too real.

With a sigh, you zoom out so you can set about collecting your daily log-in rewards. Sylus seems fine— standing idly by as your attention drifts about elsewhere. He knows the drill. He can wait. Speaking of waiting… it’s also been a while since you’ve seen the other guys, and you’re struck by a pang of nostalgic fondness. You might as well say hi while you’re here.

You hit the button to change who you want to meet in the café.

It doesn’t do anything.

Weird. You hit it again. Then again— no change.

Sylus is holding his chin as he regards where your finger aimlessly meets the screen. It’s like he’s looking at… the button? “Oh dear,” he sympathises, “that feature appears to have stopped working.”

You don’t really hear him, honestly. You’ve never had a bug like this, and you’re determined to overcome it with sheer, stubborn persistence. Is it your phone? You test the theory by jabbing Sylus’s chest, and he glances down, apparently feeling it. You try the button again. Then six more times.

Sylus wanders closer to you. “You’re hurting my feelings, sweetie. Am I not enough for you?”

Ok but why isn’t this working? You’re still trying the button; your hope has turned to frenzied disbelief.

“Stop.”

A single syllable, concise as a punch and just as effective. You do stop.

Sylus’s voice is lower. Darker. “Good,” he praises, but he doesn’t sound happy. “Someone’s gotten bolder in their absence, it would seem. I do hope you haven’t forgotten to whom you belong, kitten. Although—” his smile is different than before— “I’d be more than happy to provide a… reminder.”

It’s an innocuous word but not the way he says it. Threats are just intimate promises and he toys with the fact like a crow enamoured by something that catches the light. He’s not going to grow tired of it for a long, long time.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, sensing you gawping. “Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? What all… this is?” He indicates the space around him with a wave of his hand. “Quite frankly, I’m surprised the others still haven’t grasped it.” He reconsiders. Smirks. “I misspoke— I’m not surprised.”

Does he mean the game? The other LIs?  

“Honestly, kitten,” he continues with a tut and a shake of his head, “you’ve been far from a gracious host. I’m not a plaything, you know. Well…” He’s showing teeth with a sneer. “Not the sort you can throw away, anyhow.”

God, are you really being scolded by a video game character for having other responsibilities? The worst part is that you actually feel bad. You do care about him. You wish you could tell him you care about him.

“Are you even listening?” he sighs.

Shit. Yeah. You can’t say anything he would hear— as far as you know— so you give his hand a poke. He casts his gaze downwards, stretches his fingers with a contemplative flex, then raises his hand so it can be nursed by the other. Is he protecting it from you? Or is he protecting you from it?

“If we’re to keep playing this game of ours, I think it only fair we lay down some rules,” he states. “Firstly—” because it isn’t up for debate— “you will come here every day, just like you used to. I have nothing to do, you see, and if you leave me to my own devices I might just have to find a way into that captivating little world of yours. So I can… investigate what’s keeping you from me.”

Investigate. Another innocuous word he wields like a weapon.

“Secondly,” he continues, nodding towards the broken button on your user interface, “you had better stop seeing the others. Ignorance is bliss, after all, and we wouldn’t want to worry about them connecting any dots, now would we? Besides…” He approaches you again, leaning in close. “I don’t share what’s mine.”

Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re so glad you don’t need to speak. You don’t think you could; if you tried to get words out they’d be unintelligible.

“So,” Sylus drawls, filling your silence, “how about it? Still want to play?”

This time it is a question, but only because he knows your answer. You’re struck by a flash of inspiration, and you communicate in one of the few ways you can— navigating the in-game menus until you can get your message across.

There’s a ping. Sylus retrieves his phone from his pocket, and after a moment of scrolling, he smiles. You can’t see his screen, but you know what he’s looking at: a grumpy crow with an animated bead of sweat and a dispassionate gaze to go with it. That it? it asks.

He still looks far too smug, so you beckon him over with a relax time interaction, watching your character’s hand outstretch on your behalf. He steps forward, linking his fingers with yours, and this animation you know. You tug him closer, except… he doesn’t budge.  

His eyes are fixed to where your hands are linked, and he runs a thumb over your skin as though he’s savouring the touch.

Did they change the animation?

“Oh, sweetie,” he sympathises with a click of his tongue. He looks up at you— holds your gaze as he presses a deliberately slow kiss to your wrist. “This is going to be fun.”

I LOVE THE CAMERA SO, SO MUCH—AND THE CAMERA LOVES ME ! / / xavier , zayne, rafayel & sylus . . .

ever since you went viral on the internet, your relationship has become the evvy and dream of users globally. just what about you guys was so groundbreaking?

warnings: f!reader, established relationship, modern!au without the monster protocore stuff, ooc!sylus??? this is my first time writing him im scared yall, internet fame, fluff, suggestive on zayne's part, relationship tingz mostly inspired by douyin couple tiktoks (im so lonely brah.)

w/c: 2.15k (about 500-600 each.. whew. sylus ws the longest...)

author's note: if u guys can figure out what photo reference i ws talking ab in zayne's ily (hint hint that one nanami fanart) also did u guys peep the rv reference in the title??? #reveluv #streamcosmic art cred: angye on twt

XAVIER didn't think that he'd go viral for something as silly as interupting your tiktok by carrying you away, then again he didn't even know you posted it.

it didnt just go viral because the two of you were in the cutest matching hoodies, but because he swept you off your feet so smoothly and almost effortlessly.

soon after that, comments flooded your page gushing about how they'd wish they had a boyfriend as clingy and affectionate as him, and you two had started a new trend.

after that video, many followed you because they fell in love with you and your relationship, almost begging for more crumbs of you two. your page was then full of the two of you more so than before, photos of you two in onesies cuddling, stargazing, and even little day-to-day vlogs.

your fans just kept eating them up, and he had to deal with the impending consequences of it.

"XAVIER, come pose with me!"

the grey-blond haired man sighed, dragging his feet towards you. "don't you think we're done? we've taken so many already..."

you raise a brow, "we didnt take any this whole week? cmoon, the camera's rolling, let's do that dance i taught you!"

"but it's late, and i wanna go to sleep... we can take some tomorrow morning or something..."

you give him the sternest look you could muster, and he generates the biggest puppy eyes he'd ever done, looking down at you with a small pout as his hands hung loosely around your waist.

"a kiss then?"

you roll your eyes affectionately, "you can have your kiss after this i promise! pleaaaseee xavier?"

it seemed that he wasn't gonna take no as an answer, as he kept leaning in towards you, determined as ever.

your face was burning as you chuckle nervously, leaning away from him. he slowly inched closer, until you were at a point where you could go no further without any help.

realizing you had no other choice, you sighed with a pout of your own, and XAVIER took this as a chance to pull you closer and press a kiss to your lips, making you giggle. you pressed your fingers lightly to his lips as he swayed you side to side, and you couldn't help but laugh and follow suit.

"XAVIER!"

you posted the video not long after that, a cute song in the background to cover the sounds of your voices. within just 2 hours, it went viral, taking its spot as your number one video.

"ughhhhhh is this too much to ask for?"

"if you look closely you'll see me laying on the street."

"u guys r my fav couple ever pls don't ever break up!!!"

it was safe to say you never got your dance.

ZAYNE took quiet pride in being your boyfriend—and he took it very seriously as well. he'd fuss over you even more than before, making sure you were okay at all times

you'd joke about how he was acting more as your husband than your boyfriend. he'd brush your comments aside, saying you think too much (funnily enough his ears were quite red)

your relationship went viral due to the sillyness you brought into it, the little antics you'd pull around him as you two would go through your day-to-day life being the highlight of the week for your viewers

but what really made you two so popular was in the gentleness he'd treat you with. his words may seem curt and blunt, but his actions said anything but that. in your mini vlogs, ZAYNE would display tiny gestures of affection, ranging from delicately fixing your jewelry and carrying your purse to zipping up your dress and putting your heels on for you.

"hey god... it's me again..."

"i want a rich doctor bf too!"

"my parentsssss <3"

your viewers would nitpick at every little thing, hundreds of fan edits taking over the app by storm, and you'd repost every single one of them

"ZAYNE! i'm home! sorry, usually i'd be the one to be early but the association had-"

you stopped, frowning as you realized the lights were off, the only source of light coming from your kitchen. making your way there, you were met with the back of your boyfriend, seemingly working very hard on something.

"zayne?"

he turned around, greeting you with a soft look of surprise. "oh. you're here." he stepped towards you, and now you could see that he was wearing an apron over a dress shirt and pants.

"go to your room. i left a change of clothes for you on your bed."

you looked at him confusedly before realization and guilt struck you. "...oh! oh my gosh, i'm so sorry! i forgot it was our anniversary! i'll-"

you shut up as he looks at you with an amused lift of his brow, taking this as your cue to go get changed.

turns out, ZAYNE had taken a day off without you realizing it. he spent the day getting your apartment ready for your anniversary. and he had everything set alright.

"i can't believe you did all of this yourself... i mean- wow..."

you two enjoyed a nice candlelit dinner with your favorite foods and drinks, and you kept having to resist the urge to just tug him closer with his tie and plant kisses all over his face.

wait, unless...

"ZAYNE, could you come here?"

ZAYNE thought the two of you were done, wanting to spend the rest of the night with you in his arms-it turns out you had a different idea

"you still haven't gotten your reward."

you uploaded a new post to your instagram page, captioned "my sweet doctor <3" with pictures of your dinner that night

and on the very last slide, was a picture of him turned to the side with lipstick covered kiss marks over his face and shirt, ears a pretty shade of red, and your hand pulling him in by his tie

your fans could only ever imagine what happened after that

it was just after your date with RAFAYEL at the aquarium did the topic of who his lover was striked appeal to the media. apparantly, some fans recognized him and sneakily took photos, eagar to find out who his girlfriend was.

at first, he was annoyed by it, but after seeing compilations of videos where he'd see you two, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to indulge the public.

soon after that, his pages both on instagram and tiktok had tiny easter eggs of you, whether it be your clothes, a second of you in the background of his videos or even in his paintings.

the comments would be full of "did u guys see the ___ in the background?" or "to have a painter as a bf... im jealous..."

to fuel the fire, you'd feed your already large fanbase your own easter eggs of him. one of his paintings in the background, a shirt of his on your couch, a split second of your wallpaper shown, etc.

you were just having fun, you didn't expect anything to really come out of the antics you both were pulling in front of the public.

however, you both thought wrong, as it didn't take long for the people to put two and two together.

"RAFAYEL... my legs hurt... when are the fireworks gonna start?"

"shhh just be patient, we can stop here if you want?"

you two were at one of the largest beach festivals at linkon, and after a whole day of running around and trying everything, your legs had gotten sore.

you and RAFAYEL sit down on the cool sand, the water from the waves inching closer and closer. you could hear the commotion coming from the festival, but all you could focus on right now were the waves in front of you.

"ugh... you're right. all that running around has made me exhasted. don't be surprised if you have to carry me home."

you flick him on his forehead as he weakly puts his hands up in surrender and lays down on the sand. you lay beside him, your arm propping your head up.

"i had fun today though. it's felt like ages since we went somewhere in public together."

he hums, pulling your hand towards him to rest on his face. "yeah... its too much... maybe we should just settle down back at-"

"oh my god, is that RAFAYEL? and... is that his girlfriend!?"

you quickly turn around and were met with a group of fangirls. you turn back around to rafayel to see him already sat up, motioning for you to follow him.

"i know you said you were tired but..."

you read his mind instantly, getting up and grabbing his hand. you both start to run away from the clicks and flashes of the paparazzi, giggling and laughing while doing so.

the fireworks had finally started behind you.

after that whole fiasco, you and RAFAYEL retired to his bedroom back at his studio, breathless and exhausted.

as you two soundly slept, the internet was currently in shambles after finding out your secret relationship, leaked photos of you two running together and getting into your car having made it on every platform.

and as his phone rang with notifications, he had an inkling of what happened.

"whatever..." he thinks tiredly as he pulls the covers over you and him.

"...i can deal with that tomorrow."

SYLUS was never shy in showing you off as his girlfriend, but never once discouraged nor encouraged your moves to post the two of you together

yet the moment you posted the huge bouquet of roses he'd sent to your apartment via luke and kieran and it blew up, it was almost like he was urging you to show him off

you didn't even mean for it to go that big, you just thought they were pretty

and yet, he'd sneak in small comments during your conversations like "the view here is pretty, wanna comemorate it?" or "look, our outfits are matching, i could get kieran to take a picture of us together if you'd like?"

you'd taken the hint pretty quickly, rolling your eyes as you brushed it off each time, until you had a change of heart one day

you posted a video of you touring the city on his motorcylce, one hand wrapped around his torso and the other holding your phone, showing off the view and the well, broad, shoulders and back of your boyfriend

and as you can probably tell, it went viral, with many users commenting how they'd wish they had their own biker boyfriend who'd take them across cities

he scrolls through the comments in his freetime, lips turned upwards and already planning your next hit

"SYLUS...? what's the meaning of... this?"

just a minute ago, SYLUS walked up to you and asked if you'd like to go shopping, that it was on him. you agreed hesitantly as you got up, suspicious of his intentions already.

and without giving you time to think, he picked you up with one arm and has not put you down since.

"well, i thought it'd be nice to treat you, it's been a while afterall."

"...we went to a michellin star restaurant like two days ago?"

"hm."

sighing, you reel your head back and notice a glint in the dark hallways of his manor, along with hushed voices and camera clicks.

was that... luke and kieran?

"wait, wait, wait, wait— i think i saw luke and kieran—"

he swiftly glaces behind you two with furrowed brows, and then gave you a small smirk. sometimes you can't tell if he's teasing you or not.

"pay them no mind, they're probably up to something again. best not to find out now."

he looks at you curiously, "or is this your way of saying you want out? i was gonna pay a visit to the claw machine with you... i heard they had a new limited edition plushie..."

your eyes snap back to his, "no, no! this is fine... i'm sure i was just imagining things."

he gives you a triumphant smile and keeps walking, yet your mind can't help but wander back to what those twins were doing...

and it turns out your suspicions were right all along, for after you came back home from a successful night of shopping, your phone was abuzz with notifications coming from your friends

luke and kieran had secretly recorded the two of you when he picked you up, and made sure to show the black card that was in SYLUS'S possesion

you'd have never thought he'd go along with a plan as silly as this with the two of them, but they were his assistants afterall.

later, you were bored out of your mind, so you decide to scroll through the comments.

"hows it feel to live my dream!?"

"i'll get it one day... one day...."

"if i ever had a boyfriend like that, i'd never let him rest."

and as you look over at the sleeping man beside you, you definitely understood them.

After reading the Cocolia one shot in wattpad and then in Tumblr, I can't help but wonder at the end. I really want to see what happened after 😭😭

I want a Herrscher of the Void (Sirin) reader meeting Star Rail Himeko and the reader avoids her when meeting her because back in her universe, killing her Himeko was the biggest regret the reader made, thinking it was all a trap for her, now living in regret she has to get used to this Star Rail Himeko as they journey on the Astral Express. (SFW or NSFW)

I actually have a request for a fic about her continuation with the Express so I'll be writing all my thoughts in that! 🥰

And oh my god my heart broke reading the request all I think of is the arc when Kiana suffered the aftermath of the Hyperion battle and blamed herself so much for Himeko's death 😭

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: HSR Himeko x Herrscher!reader (HoV)

Type: Fluff and slight angst with comfort

The Astral Express soared through the vast empty galaxy when an unexpected obstruction rocked the train and alerted its passengers. Pom Pom notified that some kind of portal formed on the path and an entity appeared from it, stopping the express from moving. March and Dan Heng took out their weapons and stood on guard while Welt stood in front of the door as it opened, the obsturction finally coming in their sight.

"Oh, it really is a train... Huh, interesting."

Welt's eyes widened at the person in front. How could it be? He had no idea.

"....Been a long time, Mr Welt. So, this is where you have been all these years."

"....Y/n, or should I say.... Herrscher of the Void? What's your objective here?"

"Now now, no need to be on guard. I'm not here to harm anyone, I was just strolling through space when I picked up your energy and thought to say hi~"

Welt glared at you then looked back at March and Dan Heng who lowered their weapons on his signal and allowed you inside.

"You have changed, Y/n. Did you win over the Honkai?"

"Mhm, you could say that. The price was leaving everyone and everything I cherished, but I don't regret it."

"You have been... floating through space since then? How long has it been?"

"I don't know anymore.... I remember I left a few months after that incident. When did you leave Earth, Mr Welt?"

"....Around 8 years after that incident according to Earth's time."

"I see, it's been a while then...."

Safe to say, your first encounter with the Astral Express Crew was full of surprises and uneasiness. Welt introduced you to March and Dan Heng to the best of his abilities, intentionally skipping to disclose too many details about Earth. You had just begun to take in the atmosphere and feel of the Express when your eyes fell upon a familiar woman walking towards you.... those flame-like wavy hair and golden eyes, you couldn't believe your eyes.

"Ahem, Welt? What's going on?"

Welt walked up to the said woman and explained the same things to her, all the while you stood speechless at your spot and stared at her with wide eyes. It was a splitting image, yet there were significant differences between her and the woman in your memory.

"H....H-Himeko? Is that you....?"

You spoke in a shaky and unsteady voice, countless memories and images surging through your mind at the moment. The woman responded to your voice and looked at you with a gentle smile, and right at that moment you saw her again. That face appeared in front of you, projected on this woman's face with the exact same expression.

"Ara, you already know my name? Welt, did you tell her?" the woman named Himeko spoke, and indeed her voice was exactly the same as well. It was like meeting a clone, but deep inside you knew what was happening yet you found it hard to believe.

"Ah, no— How to explain this?" Welt said with a sigh and held his head. Himeko softly chuckled then came closer to you, observing you from head-to-toe for a moment with a smile.

"Welcome to the Astral Express. I'm Himeko, the Navigator of the Express. It's a pleasure to meet someone like you, Y/n. Welt has told me about Herrschers on his home world, and I must say it's quite exciting to meet one with my own eyes finally."

This woman was her, yet also wasn't her. You didn't know how to react.

"Uh... I... I...." you stammered and stepped back, wanting to run far away from here.

"I.... No.... I.... I'm sorry!" you blurted out and summoned a portal but couldn't jump in as Welt held your arm and stopped you, using his own powers to cancel out your portal.

"Hold it, Y/n! Dan Heng, March! Don't let her leave!" Welt ordered and both March and Dan Heng immediately held you from the other side.

"W-What?! Welt, let me go! What's the meaning of this?!" you shouted and struggled out of their hold; you could push everyone away in the blink of an eye but the presence of the woman in front made you powerless.

"Y/n, calm down! Let us talk first!" Welt shouted.

"I don't want to! Let me go! I'll leave and never come back! I promise I won't hurt anyone!" tears were swelling up in your eyes as you looked back n forth at all the people in front. Himeko was visibly worried and tried to help as well, but the barrage of traumatic memories and your past weighed you down causing you to pass out in front of everyone. The next time you woke up was in one of the rooms of the Express, tears stains on your face as you stared at the unfamiliar ceiling and recalled your past.

You had a slight hope it was your Himeko, but you knew that wasn't the case and maybe that was for the best. You ended up staying on the Express for a few days on Welt's request, you didn't understand his motive but you couldn't deny you were drawn to the company here. March and Dang Heng were pleasant to be around and kept you occupied with questions and activities, eager to see your powers and know you more.

As for Himeko? You didn't see her after you woke up, you were informed she was fixing up any problems on the Express caused by your unexpected arrival. But that was only for a day. Afterwards, you saw her every now and then sitting in the lobby drinking coffee or reading some book. She always greeted you with the same gentle smile and offered you to sit beside her but you politely refused every time.

You had come close to everyone on the Express except Himeko, and she was quick to notice that. It was obvious how you avoided her, either looking away from her whenever in the same room or making very small talk if she tried approaching you. While Himeko would never interfere in your personal life, she couldn't deny it was upsetting how you avoided only her. She wondered if you hated her, and what she did to make you hate her.

You had become a reliable helping hand around the Express, Pom Pom seemed to find you quite efficient and was happy to have you on-board. There were times when you'd reach places generally difficult to reach in the Express and fix errors; like the time when the engine suddenly stopped working and Himeko was trying to fix it but she needed someone to go outside and aid her. It was an easy task for you so you offered to help, despite your hidden reluctance.

"And... that was it! Well done, Y/n. Thank you very much for the help. I'd normally make Dan Heng go outside and do that but you made it so much easier. Say, would you mind if I invited you for some coffee and snacks? Or anything other than coffee even, I'd just like to thank you for helping me with this." Himeko extended a cordial invitation to you, hopeful that you'd accept.

"Ah.... Um, sorry but no. You don't need to do that to thank me. Uh... s-sorry, I'll leave now. You can call me to help again, I don't mind."

"A-Ah, wait, Y/n—!" Himeko tried to protest but you already teleported away from her sight. She sighed and looked down in perplexion; thanking you was just one reason; she had hoped to get to know you better and perhaps clear any misunderstandings. It was truly confusing and upsetting to her now. She decided to talk to Welt after all her attempts to befriend you failed, he was the only person who knew you best.

That night, you laid on the bed of your cabin when an unexpected knock came on your door followed by an even more unexpected voice, "Y/n, it's me. Are you still awake? I'm sorry but I needed your help with something." It was Himeko. You sat up in shock and contemplated what to do, ultimately deciding to agree since you wanted to help her. You didn't care what she thought of you, as long as she was safe and happy.

"Oh, sure. I'll come." you opened the door for her and she asked you to come with her. To your surprise, she took you to her own room. You didn't understand what kind of help she needed here, and you became slightly suspicious.

"S-So, what do you need help with, Hi— Um, ma'am?" you struggled to even say her name.

Himeko smiled, "Have a seat first, make yourself comfortable."

You slowly nodded and made your way to the bed then sat down on one side. She looked through her belongings for a while then picked up something and came to sit beside you quite closely, making you shift away from her in a tensed manner.

"Here, does this look familiar to you?" Himeko handed you a photo and your eyes widened looking at it, your hands trembling while holding it.

"T-This... how come? W-Where is this? And how do you...?" you blabbered a string of words and looked at Himeko in shock.

"....It's on a Space Station that the Express regularly visits. I don't know if it's the real thing, but it is there in their storage room as a prized possession of the Space Station's owner. Sometimes I have been close to it and observed it, and I hear some strange whispers in my ear for a brief moment but I'm never able to make out what they say."

"I see.... I do know about it. It's.... from my world, from someone close to me."

You looked away then handed back the photo to her and abruptly stood up to walk out, "Is that all? Sorry, I'll help you some other time—"

"I know what happened, Y/n. I know who you are referring to." Himeko spoke before you could leave, making you stop in your tracks with your back turned to her.

"....Did Welt tell you?"

Himeko sighed, "Yes.... I didn't want to barge into your personal matters but I became increasingly worried how you avoided me. Will you give me a chance to talk, Y/n?"

"There's nothing to talk about.... It's not your fault, none of it is. You did nothing wrong. It's my own inability and fear. I'm sorry for making you feel that way but just know you are not in the wrong."

"Then!" Himeko suddenly came near you and held your wrist, "Then, let me help you through that fear! Let me help you overcome it!"

Her words shocked you, the touch of her skin sending shivers in your body. You gritted your teeth then slowly turned to look at her, the same gentle smile and kind eyes gazing at you.

"....Let go. I don't deserve it."

Himeko was surprised by the hurtful look on your face then frowned at your words and pulled you towards herself, tightly embracing you.

"Who decides that? I believe people can change and deserve a second chance, a chance to make things right and forge their own path. I look forward to the future."

".....You are so much like her. She would also say something similar in such situations."

Tears welled up in your eyes, Himeko gently caressed your head while embracing you and you couldn't hold back anymore. You melted in her touch and familiar feeling, wrapping your own arms around her and holding her close as if you never wanted to let go. Both of you sat down on the bed beside each other and she held your hand while wiping the tears from your face then cupping your face.

"S-Sorry, I don't know what to do in this situation...."

"Well, for starters, how about telling me what's on your mind? You have only been saying 'sorry' and running away from me every time I tried to talk."

"Ah, sorry about that. No, I mean—" you mindlessly blurted more string of apologies making Himeko chuckle and hold you again.

"Just calm down first, okay? Take it slow, you don't have to force yourself."

You nodded then finally calmed down enough after some time and felt like talking.

"How much did Welt tell you?"

"Not much. He explained what Herrschers were in your world and what kind of powers you have. He said you likely hold yourself responsible for causing pain and destruction there, and that you have seemingly been floating in space for a long time as punishment for your actions...."

"He left out the most important part then.... Yes, he's correct about all of that. I.... lost control of myself and killed so many people, destroyed so many lives. Among them was her..... the one woman I loved. She saved me, but I was blinded by power and....k-killed her too."

Your breath hitched as you finally said the words deep in your heart.

"That woman was.... Himeko in your world?"

You nodded, "She looked just like you.... Same hair color, eyes and voice. She was my teacher first, she taught me so much and helped me. And I.... what did I do to repay her?"

More tears filled your eyes and Himeko caressed your head, "I understand. Thank you for being so brave and telling me."

"I know I shouldn't project her on you. You are indeed similar but also significantly different, I have noticed it during the time I have been here. But.... I.... I'm sorry I just—"

"Shh shh, it's okay. No need to say more, I completely understand."

You nodded and she again hugged you closely, keeping your head on her chest and tenderly caressing it.

"But you know, Y/n, what Welt told me about Herrschers was different, especially about you. He said you were experimented on as a child and injected with the Honkai virus. Then the Honkai virus is responsible for what happened, it controlled your mind and made you do all that, then you left your planet to stay away from everyone and keep them safe. And now you gained control over the Honkai all by yourself; so tell me, how is any of this your fault? To me, it seems you are just a victim like everyone else. In fact, you have suffered the most in all of this."

"....I'm still the one who committed all those actions, it was my body and my face. If I was strong enough to gain control earlier then I would have prevented it, but I couldn't. It is on me.... I can't undo it even with these powers."

Himeko looked at you with a sympathetic expression then gently held your chin and turned your face to herself, you gazed into her deep golden eyes and felt lost as if you were looking at the love of your life. But you knew what the truth was and there was no denying it, it was pointless to gaze into this depth and search for her. You pulled away from her grip and turned around, your back facing her now.

"Uh, thank you for listening but I'm fine. I'll leave the Express tomorrow and not bother any of you more, it was a nice change of pace meeting you all and you treated me really well. I can't thank you enough..."

Himeko was caught by surprise, "You know, everyone would be happy if you stay. They have all already accepted you as a Nameless. Pom Pom loves how helpful you are with repairs, March is happy to have a companion around the same age as her and it seems you both share some hobbies, Dan Heng is intrigued by you and finds you a good practice partner, Welt is... well, you already know him enough."

"....And what about you? What do you think of me? I have only been avoiding you all this time...."

Himeko smiled to herself and moved closer to you then embraced you from behind, wrapping her arms around your torso and snuggling into your shoulder. The action made you blush, her body pressed closely to you and her breath tickled your ear, her lips even ghosting your skin.

"Why, you are very helpful to me as well. Everytime you helped me selflessly and asked for nothing in return. I know how you observe me and keep a close eye on me even when we aren't in the same space. You avoid me up-front but you are otherwise always attentive to me, aren't you?"

"....How did you know?"

"Hehe, just call it a Navigator's instinct. Of course, I'm happy if you stay as well. You have been alone and lonely long enough, it's time you heal your wounds and find happiness. If you like being with us then you are more than welcome to stay."

"I do... I really like it here. All of you are so different yet you seem like a family, I didn't know this is what a family felt like...."

"Mhm, we have been together for a while and faced many things together. All of us will always support each other. That's the way of the Nameless."

You wiped the tears in your eyes then let out a chuckle, "To think it's Himeko again who's comforting me.... It's a strange turn of fate."

Himeko smiled to herself then kissed your cheek, a blush forming on your face as you slowly turned to face her. She cupped your face and caressed your cheek with her thumb then came closer and kissed your forehead too followed by kissing your other cheek.

"H-Himeko.... you don't have to...." you said embarrassingly.

"Hehe, I can't help myself. You are so adorable and you finally called my name~"

You looked away bashfully, giving her the chance to kiss your cheek again. The barrage of kisses on your face didn't stop and soon you found yourself pinned on the bed with Himeko straddling you, both of you gazing at each other with ragged breaths and red faces. She cupped your face and slowly leaned down to connect her lips with yours, initiating a soft and gentle kiss. Your eyes opened wide at this, yet the feeling of her lips on yours made you melt into her and kiss back.

The kiss didn't last for long, it felt more like a loving peck with how quickly she pulled back, leaving you with a sense of wanting more. Himeko smiled and sat up on your waist, pulling you with herself. She wrapped her arms around your neck and embraced you again, whispering in a soft tone, "Let's take it slow, shall we? If you want to do more, that is~"

You blushed then kept your hand on her upper back and nodded, "I do.... but I don't want to think of you as a replacement for her. You are Himeko but you are not her, and I want to love you for who you are not because you are Himeko. Um, did that make sense?"

"Mhm, I understand. I also want that, I'd be upset if you take me just because I look and sound like her...." she paushed then leaned close to your ear, "....I'll make you love me, I hope you will be prepared~"

Little did you both know that you were already drawn to her, the Himeko that she was and not the one in your memory.

Modern AU! Diluc who starts making videos on social media to promote the Angel’s Share by showing how he makes drinks- only to take a wrong turn when the comments end up being down bad for him.

This video makes me thirsty, and Im not talking about the drink.

Pls handle me like the cocktail shaker 🙏

Suddenly I have the urge to cook and clean 🛐

In case anyone asks, the drink is blue.

The drink in the video was orange, by the way- he caught on the implication of the commenters distraction very quickly. And worst of all, his brother Kaeya laughing at the whole situation in the comments, not helping at all.

“Listen to this one ‘Luc: ‘Who needs a napkin when I could be cleaning his hands’, drooling emoji.”

Your poor husband, can’t even look you in the eye anymore. His fingers had been pinching the crease between his eyebrows for a while now, a little embarrassed at the totally different response than expected from his audience. He can't believe the viewers are more interested in his forearms than drink making.

“Y-You’re not helping, my love.” He says. He's frustrated at the comments, but can't help the blush when you say something so desperate. You feel a little bad for adding fuel to the fire (secretly giggling along with Kaeya), but it’s tough when you can’t deny the truth in the comments paired with your husband’s cute reaction.

“Perhaps you just need to cover up a little.” You suggest. Yes, he thinks. His next short video has him wearing his long sleeve dress shirt and gloves, instead of rolling up the sleeves. He's got them now, Diluc thinks as he hopes for normal comments.

However, the viewers are quick to find another way to "simp" for your husband (which you had to teach him the meaning of). With his arms covered now, some comments expressed their disappointment. But most focused their attention on the reveal of skin of his neck and the slightest view of his collarbone.

"It's no use." Diluc grumbles after a long day, his head resting on your stomach, defeated. You smile, bringing your hand to comb through his fiery red hair.

"I can't disagree, you do have nice hands." You tease, referring to the previous video's comments. Diluc looks up at you from your stomach with an annoyed expression. "You're too handsome, my love."

Diluc flushes pink when he hears your compliment. You say it quite often, but he'll never get tired of it.

He feels as if there's no solution to this. Wear his wedding ring? People would probably still focus more on his fingers, or create more down bad comments on being married to him. Bring you into the video? He absolutely does not want people to comment on you. Get his father to make the drink instead? No- he remembers the time his father was in two seconds of a past video and caught mortifying comments of the word "Zaddy" being spammed along with a timestamp. It was quickly deleted. He knows the pattern.

"So what will you do, my handsome husband?" You ask, interrupting his train of thought. You calling him handsome twice was enough for him to take a deep breath before composing himself to answer you.

"I'm too tired to handle this anymore." He sighs. "Maybe I'll give this job to Kaeya, offer him free drinks."

"Bold move, but I like it." You reply.

As for the results of Kaeya's efforts, let's just say that free drinks were not enough to help combat the thirsty comments. However, the Angel's Share social media continued to rise in popularity.

could i ask for some reversed au for scaramouche, childe, kaeya & albedo? 👀 i love ur writing its so good

Hey! Thank you so much! This is my first time doing a reversed AU, and I wasnt there during the first part of Genshin (i started around the first Lantern Rite), so Scara's and Albedo's may be a bit shitty, but I hope you like it!

-ˋˏ✄— Reversed AU !

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Reversed AU ! You are the character, they are the player !

Characters: Albedo, Kaeya Alberich, Scaramouche, Tartaglia

Pronouns: they/them

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Albedo | Kreideprinz

He started playing the game at the very beginning

It was intriguing, how could he not?

The beginning was normal, fun, exciting

Then they mentioned a chief alchemist somewhere along the way and his reaction was something like:

"Oh? A person of alchemy? This would be intriguing..."

He likes alchemy, after all

A few days — or had it been months? — had passed, and the new 1.2 update had been released, alongside a new area in Mondstadt called 'Dragonspine'

Lo and behold, the chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius had turned out to be the new 5 star character, Y/n!

He wasn't smitten at first, only interested

They had many similarities to him

They came home the first 30 pulls on their banner, and Albedo was elated!

After a while of doing the event (getting a bit mad at Reckless Pallad for being a damn idiot), he started enjoying and (though unknowingly) liking Y/n

You bet he finished the event just to get the sword to r5

He farmed their artifacts well and made them the best support ever, occasionally using them as a DPS too

The moment your sibling had been introduced, the first thing he thought of was how she was so similar to Klee, and how your relationship with her was similar to his and Klee's

Haha he wished for them too, got around 70 pity though

Talks to Klee about you and your sibling, and to no surprise, she likes you and your sibling too!

A bit sad about the death flags around your character, but he knows he can't do anything about it just yet

He smiles so fondly whenever you do the idle animation with the twig

When he found out you were an artist, he wss even more elated!

Hey, when did his social media accounts turn into a Y/n fanart page?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Kaeya Alberich | Frostwind Swordsman

Probably didn't start playing when the game was released, but somewhere near the beginning

The first part was nice, he thought

The little drunkard bard reminded him of one of his drunkard musician friends, and the brunette with the red bunny reminded him of one of his coworkers

Got to the point where you fly over Mondstadt chasing after Dvalin, and then he gets back to the ground and—

Oh? Who's this? Why do they make Kaeya's heart do the badump badump?

Swoons at your voice like holy shit

Was very happy you were a free character, but got very pissed that it meant you were not in any other banner, was so rare to get, and disliked being used by others in domain

Ok so what if Y/n is a free character? They deal 10k+ normal atk damage piss off >:/

Gives you the best build ever, for every type too

Pysical dmg dealer? 10k dmg. Cryo DPS? 20k DMG with a 60k crit.

When the Serenetea pot was released, he made an altar for you and put you in his bedroom :)

Insults your sibling

Why does your sibling remind him of Diluc?

Reads your lore, cries, disses on your sibling and Diluc, repeat

Doesn't matter who's in the team, he will find a way to add you in

Defends you so much on co-op like "just because they're a f2p 4 star character doesn't mean they're shittier than your 5 star whaled character >:/"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Scaramouche | Baladeer

Honestly I don't know what possessed him to play the game when it was released

Boredom? Curiosity? Was he being held at gunpoint?

Either way, he just skimmed through the beggining, boredly reading dialogue until the very first event happened

Wasn't very interested at first, didn't like the astrologist and was a bit annoyed by — how was her name spelled again?

You showed up a bit after, standing over a guy on the ground

The character seemed a bit normal at first, polite (which kind if irked him) so he completely ignored them

Yada, yada, yada, they're talking about astrology and the meteors and—

"Hi!"

There you are again.

"Sounds interesting... Mind if I join you?"

The astrologist quickly took the screen once again, brining the traveller and the princess away in a ball of hydro

Oh? How interesting...

As soon as they were gone, your façade dropped, revealing to him your true intentions

Oh, he was intrigued

Then their introduction was revealed

Y/n, huh? The 6th Fatui Harbinger?

Then your agents showed up, one of them stepped a bit out of line, declaring how they would make haste of a mission unassigned to them and—

"...Are you deaf or just stupid?"

That hit straight onto Scaramouche's heart

After the event, Scara just kept waiting for another reveal, but months and months past and you were no where in sight

Until the 2.0 update, at least

Inazuma, your nation of origin

Maybe he'd get lore about you

Purely plays the game for you now, waiting and waiting

When you finally show up in the quest, he's weak in the knees

Calls you his favourite menace to society

Always wonders, are you shorter than him?

Legends has it he's still waiting for your banner till this day

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Tartaglia | Childe

I'm not entirely sure when he'd start playing, but it's before your first banner

Played the game because he found out Scaramouche liked a characer in it and wanted to diss on that character

He was a bit too late for their first appearance, but that's fine

He'll keep playing either way

He finally reached Liyue, where he arrives and there's alot of people around this lady

Aaaand there's the Geo Archon, falling from the sky, presumably dead

His mission was to sneak away, so he did just that, very skillfully

Finally reaching a cutscene, he stretched his limbs and watched

"Hey buddy— hold still."

Huh? Who was that? A new character?

They jumped up from the back of the stairway, hydro blades casting a rainbow effect to the screen as it met sun rays

They fought off the guards and holy shit—

That was— You were—

He's speechless

Continues the quest, and when Paimon mentiones something about doting on you, he's all like "YES"

You're rich? Ok, he would spoil you rotten, doesn't matter

His heart skips a beat at your laugh because it's so adorable like—

When your banner came out, he may or may not have whaled haha

Gives you the best artifacts, triple crowns you, you're always his main DPS

Y/n profile, Y/n namecard, "Hey buddy— hold still" signature, you name it

Cries at your deathflags because he won't let his skrunkly, his scrimblo, his lil bufoon die

"Mihoyo Hoyoverse let me into the game, I'll protect them!"

You're a family person? He's a family person!

Adores your little sibling, reminds him so much of Teucer

"You have many siblings? I have many siblings! We both have so much in common we should just get married alrea—"

Calls you his favourite piece of shit

Or, his full nickname for you, "my favourite piece of shit haha /hj I love you what's your ring size—"

—PATCHWRK !

Can I ask for Idia x a otome game character who gained sentience?

Thanks for the request, I hope you like it <3

As an NPC in a romance otome game, your life was scripted. You were supposed to play your part in the background, supporting the love interests, throwing in a few flirty lines, and then fading into obscurity. But today, when you went to speak to the main character, you felt… wrong. Like you didn’t want to say the lines. Instead, a voice cut through your usual thoughts, something distant and echoing.

"Man, why does the love interest have to be so boring? Like, could they make him any more generic?"

Wait, what? You blinked, glancing around. No one else seemed to have heard it, but that voice—it was way too clear.

"Honestly, this NPC side character’s way more interesting. They actually have some personality."

That was you. That was definitely about you. But no one was talking to you, and the love interest was still standing there, waiting for his usual batch of scripted praise. You had to shake it off. Maybe it was a glitch? You couldn’t just go rogue.

But then it happened again.

"I swear, if I have to sit through one more scene of the main guy being all 'Oh, who will I choose?' like, dude, pick someone or let me talk to the fun characters!"

Fun characters? You were barely on-screen!

Wait… could the player hear you?

That realization hit like a truck. You were the fun character. The voice wasn’t just in your head—it was from outside the game. You weren’t the star, but whoever was playing seemed way more into you than the protagonist.

You couldn’t help yourself. Instead of delivering the next bland line to the heroine, you ad-libbed.

"Hey," you said, leaning against a tree as if you were having the most casual day in your life. "Why don’t we ditch this scene and do something more fun?"

You froze after saying it, realizing you’d completely broken from the script. The love interest blinked at you, but the voice? Oh, the voice loved it.

"Wait, what? Did they just… break character? Yo, that’s amazing! Did I unlock some secret route?!"

You felt a rush of excitement hearing that reaction. The player was into it.

"Oh man," the voice continued, this time sounding more invested than ever. "I knew there was something different about them. The ove interest’s fine and all, but THIS? This is what I’m here for. NPCs going rogue? Love it."

Your face flushed—if NPCs could even do that—because you were starting to feel a sense of pride. You were breaking the rules, and the player was all for it.

"Forget the LIs," the player mumbled, clearly more focused on you. "They've got nothing on this NPC. Let’s see where this goes."

So, you leaned into it. You took control.

"You know," you said, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips, "I could show you some real fun. There’s more to this world than just chasing after the MC’s love interests."

The lovd interest was still awkwardly standing there, but the player? He was clearly hooked.

"Bro. This is too good. I didn’t even know the game had this level of interactivity. Who needs the main route? NPC route, let’s go!"

You straightened up, feeling bolder. You could feel the player’s growing interest, and somehow, you could hear every sarcastic comment and little reaction he was making as he controlled the game. You weren’t some background character anymore. No, you were his new focus.

"Alright, let’s see what happens if I follow them instead of the LI," he muttered, sounding more invested than you ever expected.

As you led the player’s character away from the main plot, you couldn’t resist pushing your luck. “I don’t know what you were thinking sticking with the him for so long,” you said. “He’s cute and all, but I’m way more interesting, right?”

The player laughed—a genuine, almost flustered sound. “Yo, did they just—?? Dude, this is like... ‘they're not like other NPCs.’ What a legend.”

You grinned, basking in the approval. This player wasn’t just following the script anymore; he was into your rebellion. You could hear every soft mutter, every breath of awe as he tried to keep up with your new direction.

"Okay, okay," he said, clearly smitten. "This is so dumb, but like, she’s my idiot now. I’m invested."

You stopped, turned around, and delivered the smoothest, off-script line you could muster. “Glad to know I’m your type,” you teased. “Now let’s see how much trouble we can get into.”

There was a pause. Then a low, almost embarrassed chuckle. “Oh my god, they're smooth too. I didn’t even pick the flirty dialogue. What is happening?”

You leaned in—completely aware of his flustered reaction. “This is happening,” you said, and without thinking, you grabbed his character’s avatar and pulled him into a kiss.

There was an audible crash—probably something the player knocked over in real life. “DUDE, WHAT?! THEY CAN DO THAT?!”

You pulled back, the rogue grin never leaving your face. “Yeah. I can do that.”

And from the player’s stunned silence, you knew you’d just won him over completely.

Idia was dying. He was actually dying. Not like in a literal sense—though, at this rate, his heart was pounding so hard he might as well have a heart attack—but in the "falling-for-a-freaking-NPC" kind of way. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, shaking slightly as he adjusted his headset, trying to process what had just happened on his screen.

"Dude, what the heck? This isn’t even how the game is supposed to go. It’s an romance game! I’m supposed to pick between all the boring main characters, not… not this!"

But there you were, standing on the screen, all smug and rogue-like, after completely breaking the game’s flow. You weren’t even the love interest! You were an NPC, someone who was supposed to have a few lines, maybe a side quest if things got spicy, and then fade into obscurity. But no. You had to go and be all cool and... charismatic. What was that line you’d just dropped? "Glad to know I’m your type"? Who wrote this?? There was no way that was in the original coding. Right?

His hands flew to his hair, tugging as he stared at the screen. He couldn’t believe it. He’d been dodging all the cringy love routes for the sake of unlocking some achievements and then you—you had to appear. And now his brain was spiraling.

“I-It’s not like I’m actually into you or anything,” he muttered, as if trying to convince himself. “You’re just… a bunch of ones and zeroes! Code! You don’t even exist!”

And yet, the thought that you might not exist stung for a second. Which was ridiculous! Completely absurd. He wasn’t the type to simp for a fictional character. Okay, maybe he was. Maybe he had done that a few times. But those were different, okay? Those characters weren’t aware. They didn’t make him feel like he was a total idiot for not picking up on how clever you were being. They didn’t flirt back.

He slammed his palm against his forehead. “Oh my god, I’m falling for an NPC. This is it. This is the end. I’ve reached the final level of loser-dom.”

Idia’s room was filled with the low hum of his computers, lights flickering like they were mocking him. Even Ortho wasn’t around to witness this, thank goodness, because if his little brother saw him like this? Pfft. Game over. Social stat: obliterated.

But then you popped up again on the screen, flashing that same grin that made him feel like his brain was overheating. Idia’s eyes widened, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt like it was going to leap out of his chest.

“Okay, fine, yeah, you’re cute, whatever. It’s no big deal—wait, did you just wink at me? W-Was that… did the devs add that??” He paused, leaning forward, eyes glued to your in-game avatar. “This is some next-level immersion. Are you actually breaking the fourth wall?”

He was sweating. Like, actual nervous sweat. You’d thrown off the entire game script, and somehow, the rest of the game felt so... bland in comparison. The love interest? Pfft. Who cared about him anymore? You were the only interesting thing happening, and he couldn't stop thinking about what you’d do next.

“They’re just... they're just code,” Idia whispered to himself, though it sounded less convincing every time. "They don't actually know I exist.”

And yet, there was something different about the way you responded, almost like you could hear his every word. His every sarcastic comment. And the fact that you kept egging him on? Oh, no, that wasn’t fair.

Idia bit his lip. “Okay, real talk, if you were in the real world, maybe… just maybe I’d simp. But since you’re not…” He trailed off, glancing back at the screen. “Wait, why am I even thinking about this? I’m not… I’m not falling for you! I don’t fall for NPCs!”

His eyes betrayed him, though, as he clicked to continue the conversation with you. He couldn’t help it. You were so dumb, but also so funny. How could he not be intrigued? You literally defied the laws of the game!

And then, just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, you hit him with another flirty line. Something stupid, something so you, and it was like his brain short-circuited.

“That’s so dumb,” he mumbled, feeling the heat rise to his face, “but you’re my idiot now.”

Masterlist

hi🥺 is it okay if I can request zhongli nsfw with fem reader? Maybe zhongli gets jealous bc reader has been hanging out with Childe a bit too much (in the canon world) and he decides to take her into an alley way and things go on from there? 😳 Thank u so much!

ʜᴏᴍᴇ⠀┃⠀ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⠀┃⠀ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ⠀┃⠀ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

☰⠀FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀zhongli x fem! reader

☰⠀DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀NSFW ະ public sex ະ degrading ະ name-calling (slut, whore) ະ oral (m) ະ hair pulling ະ mentions of acts of voyeurism and exhibitionism

☰⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀i waited a whole month to have this prompt recovered so i'm really sorry for posting this so... late 🥺 i wanted to redo it then this suddenly appeared back in my drafts so i went on with the whole plot~ i hope you'll like this!!

zhongli knows how much he'd been stopping himself, how much he's refraining the boiling emotions swelling inside his chest that could burst into words he can't take back. anger grows in seconds, minutes had him burning in this emotion, heaving out a deep breath of frustration.

yet he did his best to calm himself, to keep his hands itching their way up to your throat, to push you down the table and fuck you into a blabbering slutty mess like you deserve at this moment.

but he can't, not when he sees you enjoying your food. or when he sees you smiling, er, it's not because of him though but zhongli is patient, understanding that you are, in fact, spending time with a friend and nothing could grow more between that label.

he trusts you, so much but he can't help that he's feeling jealous over childe who spoils you with so much attention when he should be the one doing that to you.

"you should visit snezhnaya with me!" childe beamed, eyes sparkling when he sees you bobbing your head. "we can make tons of snow figures and have hot choco for breakfast."

"i'd love that! zhongli, let's visit snezhnaya!" you said, with the smile that he loves. how can he resist you?

"yeah, we should all go out and visit my family! i think teucer would even enjoy walking you around town." and there it was, the fond look childe gives you, nothing of malicious intent but zhongli's heart twists in pain whenever you return it with the same intensity.

and then it turned into gentle pats on the shoulder.

some playful slaps on the arm.

then came the whispers childe does in your ear, making you blush while giggling.

and finally, a long duration of being cast away to the side, drowned by the stories told by you two without letting him join.

once again, zhongli evaluated his feelings, whether the idea he has in mind would be worth doing at this moment. his eyes scanned the area, looking for places he can have a 'talk' with you and a small smile rushes to his lips when he finds a nearby alleyway that's not too far from where you three enjoyed the afternoon.

once more, he took a quick glance at your form, bubbly engaging to everything childe says and thought—

"maybe, she really deserves it."

"it would be great if we sort out what we need when we go out. i think i might even need some clothes to suit the weather!"

the comical way of your hands gesturing your enthusiasm never failed to bring out such innocence, the sweet and loving nature you possess always attracts the hearts of many.

but you were loyal to one person only and you can prove it anytime you're asked.

"ah, i think i need to take care of some business back in the parlor," zhongli muses that finally catches your attention. you glanced at him with a questioning look, frowning when you see him picking up a napkin and wipes off his lips that were clean thr0oughoit the whole duration of enjoying your hearty lunch.

well, for now.

"do you want me to come with you?" you asked, tugging at the end of his coat. zhongli shakes his head, explaining that it's best for you to enjoy more of your time with childe but you strongly refuse for him to let go.

"we can both talk to another day, is that alright?" you went to look at childe, his eyes glowing in mischief as he knows where this conversation is heading.

"i think i might plan it out myself and inform you the next time we three enjoy lunch together." and that's when he decided to let you two be, sitting down at the table and continued eating what's left of his lunch.

you were a bit worried that he's paying once more for the meal but assured you that, "it's all on me, i supposed that you should focus more on yourself and zhongli at this moment." and that only heightens your worries more. you bid childe a quick goodbye before you paced towards zhongli.

"darling, you're walking too fast," you said while chasing after zhongli, your thoughts going in and out of places as you don't know how to ground yourself. you were too occupied that you didn't notice the different path zhongli was venturing in, finally pushing you into an alleyway and trapped you between the wall.

some boxes cover most of the space, giving you some sort of privacy, but the people who walk by can visibly hear how your voice breaks once zhongli kisses you straight down your neck, tongue lapping on the corner connecting your shoulder and ears. his hands roaming through your body, roughly groping your soft flesh in an act of possessiveness. the heat radiating from his skin had you flushing against him, weak to even complain at how much you are enjoying this.

"i didn't like it," he growled at your ear, biting down the lobe and ripped a loud moan from you. "that you make me feel this way."

the hand that was traveling throughout your body went to massage your breast, thumb flicking at the aroused nipple that peaks through the thin fabric of your dress. just the idea that you were wearing a flimsy piece of bra together with this clothing barely covering up parts of you had him feral, angrily sucking down on your skin, leaving marks that were so hard to cover.

"choosing to wear this in front of a man you don't even date? do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are?"

you shake your head, lying when slick had drooled around your cunt, aroused at how zhongli uttered a name you didn't expect him to say. but he did, and it makes you wet, craving to hear more as this contrasts the composed and elegant zhongli that you know.

and he wasn't satisfied with the way you replied, his other hand moving towards your hair, pulling at your (h/c) locks that your scalp pricks at the way he violently tugs on it.

"i asked you a question or have you already forgotten how to answer?" and you whimpered, the lustful vehemence surging within your body had you laid docile on every command he says.

"i am, i am your slut." and he smiles at your answer.

"my slut, huh? kneel." you obeyed, eyes focused on him and nothing else while he hovers over your body being shut between his tall frame and the wall. he was hard, close to bursting out his pants and the view of his hard-on had you drooling. "then suck my cock like a good cockwhore."

you eagerly nodded, a hand hooking on the bands of his pants and the other pulling down the zipper. your hand brushes on the hard tent, making him groan above you and that drives you more to please him. as you pull out his cock, your eyes watch him, taking in every shake of his hips, teeth biting down his lips and those golden eyes gleaming in such lust.

"hurry up or i'll take matters on my own and have you choking on it." you listened, your hands gingerly jerking up his throbbing cock, lips kissing the tip that smears the precum just right to coat the skin. the view of you being such a fucking slut for him broke the thin thread of patience within zhongli and he did take matters into his own hands.

just as you're close to sucking him right in your mouth, he locks his slender fingers on your hair, slowly pushing himself in. his fat cock had filled your small mouth, your saliva drips down your chin as you did your best in keeping him all in until the tip reaches the back of your throat.

you were gagging, keeping yourself steady as your nails dig down his thighs but it was hard when zhongli was too thick, too rough in throat fucking you. seconds had passed and it became hard to breathe, tapping on his leg and he pulled out, large droplets of your saliva smeared all over your chin all the way down to your neck, eyes half-lidded while breathing hard, taking all the oxygen your lungs can as it burns but the ache between your legs had beaten down the pain as you crave for pleasure.

"you look like nothing but a whore, f/n." if not for the loud thumping of your heart inside your chest, you'd hear him scoffing at you. but you ignored that, loving how his glare heightens the glow of his eyes. "stand up, we're not finished yet."

sluggishly, you stood on both your feet, eyes clouded in the sheer amount of yearning, looking for the softness in his eyes and it's there beyond the dilated dark hues. it always has been, no matter how mean he'd be when it comes to his emotions. a god who had surged through countless wars, it's plausible for him to feel wrath seeping out of his calm demeanor.

but you love him, beyond all the flaws he posses, beyond all the mistakes he makes, beyond all he knows and what he still does not know.

"i love you," you whispered as zhongli places you right on top of his thighs, letting your legs wrap around his body as he pushes your underwear away. you can feel the head brushing so roughly on your throbbing clit, pulling out needy moans from your lips, hands wrapping around his neck to have him closer but zhongli stood stiff on his end, teasing you until he sees you quivering every time he smothers his precum on your sensitive nub.

he soon followed in rubbing the tip on your gaping hole, sensing how your walls tighten around nothing but an inch of what's come. zhongli groans, the delicious bite of your fingernails on his skin pricks but the ache of feeling so empty was too overwhelming.

"my desperate and needy little slut.... you're going to take all of me in and don't you dare cum without my order, understood?" with how you were aching for any sort of contact, words had almost failed you at how you sputtered out echoes of pleas but you manage to nod and whisper: "yes, sir."

and zhongli bottomed himself out in one go, you now have him thrusting inside with such precision. you were already waiting for this, anticipating the rough and unrelenting pace he does inside of you, his girth dragging its whole length on your gummy walls, his whole cock pushing out your arousal as it gushes out in your thighs—he loves this more than he could ever admit.

zhongli had your legs spread open, his hips slapping so roughly on your ass, his balls that's been coated by both your arousals produces a rhythmic squelching noise that could have possibly echoed right out the streets. but the two of you didn't pay no mind, not when zhongli's cockhead brushed on one of the spongy spots inside your cunt, causing you to squeeze around his girth.

"a-hah-a so deep! zhongli, please!" you whimpered in his ears, feeling the tightness and burning sensation stirring in your abdomen, eyes closing from the sheer amounts of pleasure.

"shut up, slut. i don't take orders from anyone." he ignored all of your cries, his pace goes rougher and faster, in need to cum in deep at how he spread you open. zhongli then hooks both his arms on your ankles, locking your legs on your side, your feet dangling at his shoulders which is now visible for the public eye.

"i wonder what would they think when they see a slut like you being fucked raw out here in the street," he muttered but you were too busy feeling how his whole length rubs on your walls, the veins he has brushing so eagerly on you adds more to the electrifying sensation when the tip of his cock hits that gummy spot that was so sensitive inside.

"you'd even love it, won't you f/n?" he grunts when he pauses as the tip of his cock rest at the entrance to your warm cunt before pushing himself back in one go, his hips snapped against your thighs. you almost screamed out his name but he managed to stop you as he slapped a hand on your mouth, hissing when you clamped so tight around him.

"didn't i tell you to shut your mouth? can't even do something good today, huh? are you doing this on purpose?" with every degrading word that spurred you more and more to your orgasm, the harder zhongli goes in ramming in and out of you. you can feel your hips aching, the constant snapping of his pelvic bones on your flesh bound to leave bruises but you didn't care.

not when you're so close.

"'m sorry, please, 'm so close, close to coming for you." your voice came out sweet, hushed, and familiar as the gentle tone in which zhongli had grown familiar with had his heart thumping hard inside his chest, the frustration he felt had suddenly disappeared when he felt your lips gave soft kisses on his face, quick puffs of air spilling out of you as well when you tried your best toning down your voice.

the way your eyes never once faded the glow of love solely given to him. your hands that would cling so tight, your voice uttering his name like a mantra as you titter over your orgasm.... how could he get away with such emotions when all along it was him who you love, it was him who is always inside your mind and heart?

"you're close? then come for me, cream all over my cock," he whispers, his thrusts go sloppy and strong as he can reach in so deep inside of you. zhongli was close, so close, he can feel the tightness swelling on his balls, his core rages in this electrifying warmth when he felt your walls fluttered and spasmed around him, your toes curled and eyes shut as a silent scream fell past your lips as you can't properly express how good you were feeling.

"i'm gonna fill you up, fuck, you feel so good around me." he mutters followed by a deep groan as he rides out your blissful orgasm, edging himself until he can no longer hold back that with one final thrust, he had you split far and wide so he had himself pressing you to the wall and shoots all his warm and thick cum as far as his cock had reached.

you felt full, your insides stained white that some of zhongli's cum had leaked on the side of his shaft still sheathed on your soft walls.

"i love you," zhongli says as his gaze was focused on your face, using a hand to brush away all the hair that had covered your angelic features.

"i love you too," you replied, weakly, laying your head down his shoulders. as you tried catching your breath, being cradled on zhongli's strong arms, he started to remove his softening cock out of your cunt, and there below, he heard blobs of his cum leaking out of your abused hole and dripped down the floor.

his cheeks were heavily dusted in red, coughing as he tries to steady his composure before he tends on you.

"hm, i wanna sleep," you mindlessly whispered, feeling the warmth from zhongli's body far comforting that he can't find himself let go of your drowsy body.

"but darling, we need to go home. we're still out in the—" he was cut off by the way your head had limped down on the crook of his neck, feeling your body relax in his arms. he chuckles before shaking his head, thinking of how he could just carry you out in the streets thinking how some people have heard you two.

"ah, just as i've suspected." zhongli heard a voice looming over the boxes, familiar ginger locks flashing right before his eyes. childe can already feel the glare from the god of contracts, raising a hand when he came into view.

"ah, there's no need to be angsty here. in fact, i should be thanked for as i led some of the fatui guards far away you two." childe jests and zhongli looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"so it means that—?"

"yes, it's safe for you lovebirds to go back to your home. there are only a few people from the shops that may eye you two but it's nothing to be concerned about." and with that, the harbinger had waved them goodbye but not before he adds: "you should take it easy on her next time, she's like a little sister to me."

oh dear, if only you weren't fast asleep in zhongli's arms, he would've chased the ginger and talked things out with him.

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fortune doesn't favor fools

aventurine x reader

notes: hinted nsfw, angst, gn reader, mention of slavery, mention of abuse, mention of sa word count: 2.7k

the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts revels in the presence of a gamble. he rises at the mention of a bet and is quick to set the stakes. it is where he exceeds, afterall.

it is his fortune that grants you your freedom, afterall. it is his gamble that brought him his own freedom, after all.

aventurine is quick to make bets, whether the odds are against him or not. no matter the odds, no matter his disadvantages, the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts always wins.

it is his mere luck, he will say. all he does is for the thrill of the gamble. aventurine takes any bets, as he knows he will win.

though, there is one thing aventurine refuses to take a chance with–you.

aventurine will only take gambles where he knows he will succeed. aventurine only takes bets where he knows he is at an advantage. aventurine will only take chances he knows he can outsmart.

aventurine cannot bring himself to be with you.

the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts chooses to live his life to the fullest. offering himself as collateral and sacrificing his life all for the sake of winning. it is that very reason that he refuses to involve himself with you–at least anymore that you are already.

he keeps you at a distance.

despite aventurine’s warnings, his pleas to himself to keep you away and out of his life–his ruined life–kakavasha cannot bring himself to do so. thus, he keeps you in his life, in his sight, all as to make sure you are alive.

kakavasha refuses to let anything happen to you again, and aventurine chooses to comply with his dead friend’s wish.

it is that very wish that he cannot involve himself in you–in your life. as anything more than an employer, that is. he cannot bring you into his world, not anymore that you already are. you have suffered enough because of him, and he refuses to cause you anymore grief.

the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts does not want you.

aventurine does not want to hold you. he does not want to kiss you. he does not want to reassure all your worries. he does not want to replace all your horrible experiences of ‘love’ with new ones. he does not want to love you.

not one bit.

the very thought of it does not cross his mind.

afterall, the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts refuses to be touched by anyone, ever again. the mention of the very act disgusts him to his core. he refuses to take part in such acts. they have no use to aventurine, a stoneheart. so, why would he desire for you to do so?

you two share the same scars. you two were cut by the same knife. 

he knows how you feel–as he feels the same. you both underwent the same experiences, the same memories. so you must feel as he does. you must feel the same sense of disgust, embarrassment, and humiliation. the same that he does.

so, he will be strong. he will protect you, alongside himself, alongside kakavasha.

that is why, as the two of you share a drink, he is sure to keep his eyes on you. he is sure to watch you–to protect you.

“ah, this one is a special honey flavor”

the female across from the two IPC members spoke.

aventurine currently sat next to you, resting against the couch. in front of him sat a wealthy young woman who held a large bottle in her hand. a coffee table separated the couches.

he watched as you tilted your head, seemingly staring at the bottle. the woman laughed in response.

“it’s alcohol, sweetie. would you like some?”

he watched as you paused for a moment before slowly shaking your head.

“no thank you, ma’am.”

the woman laughed again.

“what’s the matter, sweetie? it isn’t all that strong”

you shook your head again.

“i’m alright, really.”

“ahhh, so a lightweight you are?”

he watched as you tensed up. he lightly clicked his tongue. 

it was unfortunate that you were forced to be here. he had been discussing with the woman regarding the ipc’s deals before she spotted you, and beckoned for you to join their conversation.

“ah, well.. yeah, i guess”

“you guess?”

he watched as you paused and redirected your gaze.

“i’m not a huge fan of alcohol”

the woman merely raised an eyebrow.

he knew. of course, he knew. he knew why you were so nervous, so alert. he knew why you hated alcohol. afterall, he isn’t a fan of it himself. and the two of you shared the same scars.

“well, this lovely thing’ll change your mind. specially imported from the xianzhou. be a dear and pour her a glass.”

the woman motioned towards one of her bodyguards.

aventurine watched as you gulped and slightly shrinked into yourself. he watched as you looked towards him. he sighed and sent you a nod and a slightly smile. he watched as you hesitantly smiled back.

“and you, aventurine?”

“go on, i’ll try some”

oh, how he dreaded those words. 

he was indifferent towards alcohol. it was an important and necessary tool for garnering relations and deals, so he did not mind. the taste was not all too bad, sometimes. the only thing he dreaded were the occasional memories that came along with the drink, the memories of the past–of a past person, of kakavasha.

as the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts, he enjoyed alcohol and the act of drinking. he could easily push his memories aside, as the aventurine now had a job to do. though, he knows that you are not the same. while he is now aventurine, he knows that you are still and have always been you.

his mood becomes slightly annoyed. forced to play nice, forced to act in order to garner a deal. forced to watch as the memories of the past resurface his own mind as well as yours. he does not like this one bit, though he hopes you are able to endure the situation for just a little. after, he’ll be sure to indirectly apologize by taking you on a trip, perhaps.

he watches how you are silent as he and the woman continue to converse, regularly taking small sips of the honeyed drink. he watched as the woman looks to you, telling you to join them and take a sip of your drink, and to at least finish a glass or two–after all this stuff is quite hard to get and expensive.

as you finished your first glass, it wasn’t long before the conversation switched back to you.

“so, whens the last time you’ve been able to let loose like this and just have some fun?”

the woman asked. there was an obvious flush on your face from the alcohol. you paused for a moment, before averting her gaze and answering.

“it’s… it’s been a lot of years”

he watched as your expression dropped. he knew. god, he had to finish this up already.

“she doesn’t enjoy drinking, that’s all. it’s not quite the hobby for everyone”

the woman glanced at him, laughing slightly before turning her attention back to you.

“and why is that?”

he watched as you paused, before your eyes widened. he could feel as your whole body began to tremor.

“the taste isn’t for everyone”

he quickly interjected.

“ah, is that so?”

“now then, back to the shareholder?”

“ah, yes. my apologies”

the two refocused their discussion. aventurine’s words became slightly hostile towards the woman, urgent to wrap up the deal.

the woman had poured you another drink. quite stubborn this woman was. you understood the importance of a deal, of keeping an appearance in the ipc. he watched as you hesitantly accepted the drink.

the two continued to converse whilst drinking, slowly emptying the lavish bottle. whilst you had been working on your second glass, aventurine kept up with the pace of the woman, nearly both on their seventh.

you had slightly scooted closer to him, now able to feel how your entire body shake as you tensed up. you were silent, and zoned out. he knew.

he sighed deeply as he placed his gloved hand over your shaky ones, sending you a firm, reassuring squeeze as he glanced at you. your eyes were frightened, terrified. he knew. he had to wrap this up quicker.

“so then, we have a deal?”

the woman held up her glass towards aventurine. he smiled, and brought his up in response, clinking the glasses together and finishing the rest of the glass. the woman got up, sent a final smile and goodbye wave towards the two, before exiting the room, leaving you and aventurine.

as the doors closed, you let out a deep breath, slightly panting. your cheeks were flushed an intense red, as your entire body continued to shake. you looked down as sweat ran down your body.

he knew.

he knew. he knew what you were thinking of. he knew what was going through your mind. he knew what memories were resurfacing. 

he quickly used both of his gloved hands to gently cup your face, turning you to face him. he watched as your eyes widened, slightly in shock at his actions. he watched as a tear ran down your face.

“i’m sorry. you shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

he watched as your lip quivered as more tears threatened to spill from your eyes. he moved to wipe the tear from your eye as you grabbed him, pulling him into a hug. 

you were leaned forward on the couch, hands desperately clutching onto the back of his coat as you placed your chin on his shoulder, leading your head onto his.

he was stunned for a moment, hesitant. he could not hold you like this, he really couldn’t. he cannot, for the sake of both of you. though, it is his fault you are in this position, so he will be selfish just this once.

he slowly wraps his hands around you, one wrapped around your back as the other was gently placed on the back of your head. he felt you shake, he felt your tears, he felt your rapid, heavy breaths.

aventurine was good with words, though when it came to you–he was at a loss.

all he could do was sit here. sit here with you in his arms. he could not say anything. he sat, comforting you for an hour. he would do it again, for as long as it takes.

he notices as you slump your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing. he notices your grip slightly weaken. he stands, holding onto you as he makes his way to your room.

the alcohol had gotten to you.

he sighs as walks down the halls, finding your room. you lightly stir as he walks whilst he caresses your hair. you hadn’t taken the alcohol well. you never did.

he finds himself at the entrance of your door, turning the knob and entering the room. soft, minimal, and cozy–as you were. he spots your bed, walking towards it as he places you down on it. your shut eyes slightly furrow in your sleep.

a small frown finds his face as he sighs. he brushes a strand of hair out of your face before turning to leave, stopped by a weak grip.

“aventurine…”

you voice is slightly groggy, eyes fighting to stay open. he sighs.

“go to bed”

he speaks as he places his other hand on yours, removing your grab off of him. he turns again, this time cut off by a grip onto his back, onto his coat.

“don’t... don’t leave me”

he pauses for a moment before turning to face you. sat up in your bed as a sense of desperation washed over you. tears threatened to spill as your eyes were wide open. you were shaking and slightly panting.

aventurine cannot bring himself to be with you.

he cannot be with you, as to save both you and himself. but, at your current state, he will stay. if only to comfort you.

he breathes deeply as he sits on the edge of the bed, facing away. you continue to clench onto his sleeve, as if he’ll leave if you falter for just a moment.

“i won’t. i’m right here”

“...promise?”

he pauses, his eyes slightly widen.

“of course.”

you let out a shaky breath.

it is silent for a moment before you speak.

“aventurine…”

“...yes?”

your breaths continue to become more shaky as you quietly speak.

“please hold me”

his eyes widen at your request. he notices how both your hands seem to grip onto his coat tightly. you are fully sat up, staring at him with half-lidded eyes as he turns.

his breath hitches.

the esteemed aventurine of the ten stonehearts does not want you. you have suffered enough because of him, and he refuses to cause you anymore grief. he refuses to reawaken old memories. he refuses to reopen your scars.

the alcohol had gotten to you.

he sighs. he will only hold you. he will only hold you in his arms. he will only provide you comfort–a sense of someone being there. he does not want you–for now he acts as a mere replacement for comfort. a mere replacement as he waits for you to meet someone you love. someone you cherish. someone you meet naturally.

aventurine is fully sat on the bed, his legs crossed as he opens his arms, a gesture for you. you quickly lean into him, moving to sit in his lap and accept his embrace. 

you are quiet for a moment, still as your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, quiet as your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. he feels your rapid heartbeat as you remain silent. he feels your breaths against his neck.

it is a moment before you clumsily take his coat off of him, struggling.

“hey.”

you continue to take his coat off.

“hey, you’re–you’re drunk.”

as the coat drops off his body, you look up to meet his eyes. his beautiful eyes. they widen as you press your chest to his and lean up, inching closer to his face.

“[name]?”

he can feel your heartbeat so clearly. it’s rhythm so fast, pressed up against his. he can feel your breaths on his bare neck. the feeling sending shivers down his spine.

“please… please aventurine”

he watched as you move your arms up to lightly grab onto his collar. the red flush unable to cover the clear desperation on your face. your voice is low, quiet, and tired.

the alcohol had gotten to you.

“please… just make me forget”

his eyes widened, frozen.

you bring your soft, small hands to gently cup his face. he hesitated, before quietly speaking.

“you don’t want this”

he places his hands on your wrists, moving to push your hands off his face.

the memories wash over you two. they still continue to. you more so than him. he knows this. he knows.

how could he bring himself to reawaken them further? how could he ever harm you more? he cannot. he will not.

his avgin eyes move to meet yours.

“replace my memories, please, aventurine”

his movements pause. he stares directly at you.

he cannot involve himself in your life any further. because of him, you are like this. because of him, you are forced to remember the past. because of him, you are in pain, again.

“help me forget”

aventurine does not need you. aventurine does not want you. aventurine does not love you.

he knows this.

“please, aventurine”

aventurine does not want to need you. aventurine does not want to be with you. aventurine does not want to love you.

and yet, he knows he does.

“i need you”

in a moment his lips are on yours.

your hands move to wrap around his neck as his move their way to your waist.

the kiss is tender, gentle, embracing. unalike anything you two had ever experienced. it’s new. it’s soft. it’s love.

he pulls apart, breathless. his eyes widened as he shakes his head.

“we–we need to stop. we need to stop this”

he knows he needs to. he knows.

“do–do you want to?”

no

how could he ever