COMPLIMENT IDEAS #2

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hiiiiii can i request husband!blade pls :D

pairing: blade x gn! reader.

word count: 499.

blade is a secretive man. he prefers to keep things on the low, rather keen on living a peaceful life than a chaotic one. he will do anything to keep you hidden in the shadows; your personal information, your job and so on. marrying a stellaron hunter will definitely gain attention and the last thing blade wants is for you to get harmed.

the only few people who knew about your marriage were kafka, silver wolf, elios and somehow, jing yuan. not gonna lie, but everyone had the same reaction when they heard blade was married: dumbfounded.

it’s quite hard to wrap their minds around the mere fact that he was married to someone. silver wolf demands to meet the person who was capable of capturing their cold-hearted comrade’s heart; to which he instantly rejects her. 

it’s safe to say, your identity remains a complete mystery even until this day lmao. 

i see blade as a caring husband. he may put on this aloof demeanor, but it will fade away the moment he’s behind closed doors and, in the comfort and privacy of your shared home. blade allows himself to be vulnerable and leans on you for support; be it physical or mental.

he also brings home some things that remind him of you: little gifts, your favorite snacks, flowers and so on. he looks forward to you showing your appreciation by kissing him on the cheek, eliciting a small smile on his blank face. 

blade may not be someone who’s big on words but he shows his love through actions instead. i’d like to believe he puts a ring around your ring finger. where he gets the money from, you will never find out. it’s a simple ring, but the appearance doesn’t matter to you. the ring acts as a symbol, showing you’re rightfully married to him and that you’re only his. 

blade also wears the ring and has never removed it. kafka sees this as a chance to constantly tease him about it, poking him here and there. the woman is just curious to know who you are and how you’re able to win his heart. too bad blade’s lips are sealed shut LMAO. it’ll take him forever to slip up. 

i don’t think blade’s keen on having or adopting children. it’s not that he hates them or finds them annoying. it’s just that he doesn’t have the time to do so. he already has a lot on his plate; being a stellaron hunter and keeping you hidden was already enough for him. blade wasn’t sure how he would react if you were to ever bring up the topic about children. however, you’re completely understanding; something he loves about you. 

during his off days, blade will always cling to you; like a lazy black cat. he will follow you everywhere; toilet, kitchen and living room. this man refused to leave you alone, even for a split second. good luck trying to free yourself from his tight grip. 

note: why does jing yuan's banner feels so long... 5 more days feels like a whole mf century amen.

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cyno x gn!reader

General Mahamatra’s significant other is here.

Most Akademiya scholars, for all their pride in being well-read intellectuals, have little to no clue on how a person like you managed to have a relationship with the intimidating Matra. You were… well, in most circumstances, they wouldn’t hesitate to judge you based on your background—or lack, thereof, in terms of your studies—but as stated earlier, Lord Cyno is Intimidating.

They watch you bid him goodbye with an embrace and a far too large grin on your bubbly-looking face. Cyno, for his part, returns your embrace stiffly, a rare smile brightening his usually stoic expression. The scholars watch the interaction with barely hidden interest, pretending to read a book or, in one woman’s case, pretending to sweep the floor.

They all collectively cringe inside when they see you trip on your own robes and nearly fall face-first onto the floors if you hadn’t managed to grab onto a table for support. You were just so… they hastily flick their eyes to Lord Cyno in case he magically heard their thoughts, only to see him watching you with a fond, out of place look in his eyes.

Right. There’s the issue of that too. He’s soft when you’re around, less unapproachable to others. But then there’s the issue of you and your general… you-ness.

You’re by the archway leading to the exit a few feet away from him, waving your hand in the air like a child. Then you stop as if an idea has formed in your head, and within this moment and the next, you bring your palm to your lips and blow a kiss in General Mahamatra’s direction, an exaggerated mwah! sound echoing through the chamber.

Most scholars have agreed to never speak of you in a bad tone after seeing what Lord Cyno did to the last person who did so. It’s best to just turn a blind eye to most of the things you do that would normally have them raising an eyebrow like the haughty intellectuals they are.

But this thing they’re seeing right now? It’s absurd enough in their eyes that a few don’t manage to contain the scoff that spills from their lips. (Cyno sweeps a chilling gaze over them and memorizes each face frozen in horror over what they’ve just done.)

Much to the shock of everyone within vicinity of such a display, Cyno doesn’t turn around and ignore your childish act. Instead, he brings his hand up and pretends to catch your kiss, bringing it to his lips before blowing one right back at you. All of this is done with a straight face that would have normally sent a young student running in the opposite direction.

You catch it with both hands and place them right in front of your chest, pretending to swoon as you slowly walked away. It brings the smallest of smiles to Lord Cyno that doesn’t disappear until you’re gone from eyesight.

They have a brief moment to sigh in relief at the thought of them being in the clear.

But then he turns to them with a dark look that has their knees shaking in fear.

“I heard those scoffs.”

They all send a short prayer to Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.

❥ [ 03. ] three hours

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next. ]

synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.

note — venti @ my dumbass supportive and final braincell

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writers in the shower: yess and that would happen mmm such a plot twist YES THIS MAY BE THE BEST THING I WILL EVER WRITE

writers when they’re about to write on the blank paper: tf was i gonna do again

Prompts where two characters are angry then start kissing?

You had no right to stop me!“ It burst out the second the door had closed behind them.

"You could have died.” Low, dangerous, coming at them with stalking steps. “You could have been hurt.”

“I’m not a child, I can-”

Fingers closed snarling on the front of their clothes, shoving them against the wall. A mouth crushed heated on their own and for a second the anger sputtered out stunned, before returning full force. Because if they hadn’t stopped them - because of this, because of this goddamn sentiment-

They flipped their positions, relishing the catch in the other’s breath. “You had no right.” Another kiss, breathless, drowning. A scrape of teeth against the other’s lip. Somehow, the ice of the other’s rage only boiled inside them more.

Nails raked unforgiving into their skin. “I had every right to protect what’s mine.”

Hello hello hello, I'm here to ask for like headcanons or an imagine (or whatever, idk, can you tell I've never requested a fic in my entire life) about Luka slowly realizing he actually has feelings for someone? Like genuine ones? I'm not super duper into Alien Stage but I imagine him being super fake (and manipulative lol) especially when it comes to dating. Like, I don't even think he would get into a relationship if he doesn't get something out of it, but what if he, y'know, slowly starts to realize he actually likes the person he's with? Like how would he deal with that and stuff 🫣

GOLDEN BOY, BROKEN GLASS, MAY THE SUN SHINE ON YOU !!

premise— it’s hard to know, to realize, that he has fallen in love, not when the genuine concept of it has been slowly eradicated and painted into something twisted and cruel by the hands of these aliens; alternatively, what he’s like slowly falling in love and coming to terms with it. content tags and warnings — pairing: luka (w/ gender-neutral reader) | kind of established relationship, not an alternative universe, slight angst with fluff, i fucking hate you heperu (heperu is luka’s guardian alien) | wc: 0.7k ; headcanons

"jellyfish"— i was listening to sad music so now this came out as sad

The ‘love’ LUKA had received from Heperu was the only love he had known and so, he views the world around him in the same lens, carving his heart out of the same rotten wood that was used to create his being. What can he do in the face of something so tender, so sharp, so gentle, like needles stabbing into his hands but caressing him sweetly all the same?

Was love meant to be as draining as this? Was it meant to tire and wear out his bones? Was it meant to make his heart clench, thorns ripping at his throat? Was it meant to make him reach his hand out for you, to let his touch linger across your skin, to always seek the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his? It’s a little strange, the odd ‘pain’ in his chest blurring into an unfamiliar feeling of comfort and warmth. He’s not one to run away at the face of such unusual feelings, but maybe he’ll turn away from it, to dismiss it as nothing (it’s not what Heperu taught him).

When did his eyes start to follow you everywhere you go? When did he begin to wish to chase the shooting stars, despite the constricting feeling on his throat, just so he could have the chance to see you, bare and flawed underneath the same skies that had forsaken him, that had abandoned you? He never had seen the problem of hurting others or being hurt as long as it is meant for him, for his own good, but when he sees twist in your expression, the hollow in your eyes, the tremble of your lips, he’s suddenly bitter and thorned. He tries to be kind, in ways that he knows of, in ways that he has seen, experienced, and learned.

To be seen as nothing but manipulative and cunning with his princely and charming demeanor, to be seen as a blank slate, to be seen only on the surface of his sweet smiles that never seem to reach his eyes. But it’s better to be misunderstood than to have you see the wretched and tangled strands that is sewn to create the fabric of his existence, to be viewed under the same limelight he is being put beneath than to have you notice the bleakness of color in his golden eyes that rivals the sun—except his light never exists, only when he gazes at you does it ever shine.

It’s hard to understand him either—not when he cannot understand himself also. He wishes to take away all of your pain, all of your problems and worries, to have you rely on him and only on him, to view the world in your eyes, to cup your cheeks in his hands and press his lips against yours (he has heard of the act of kissing, a strange way to convey and pour one’s desire, adoration, and love to another). He’ll lie down on the grass with you and watch the stars, he’ll listen to your songs and music, he’ll let you put those red flowers found in the Anakt Garden on his hair.

Maybe he does and say such things in the name of ‘control’, ‘possession’, ‘obsession’, or anything that can be used to label whatever reason he has just so he could see that pretty shade that adorns your cheeks, the smile that etches across your lips, the sound that bubbles out of your throat, the eyes that glimmer when you look at him. Maybe it’s just those feeble things that make him feel humane, that makes him break away from the shackles that binds him to the image of ‘Luka, the star’, that makes him realize that he does adore you.

(Whatever this fragile bond you share with him, built on weak foundations of the love he has known and the love you have shared, fragile and fleeting like glass teetering on the edge, he’ll seize it, he’ll shape it, and he’ll make it unbreakable—he’ll make it real, he’ll make it his.)

He likes to believe that he deserves the kind of love he has yet to know of, out of the clutches of Heperu and into the warmth of your own. To hold it into his hands, tightly, unrelenting, never letting go—contorting into control as long as it is his.

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Let’s Look Over The Garden Wall

Summary: One wants an easy meal and one wants to play house. 

Word Count: 9.9k

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Smut, MDNI, Modern AU, Vampire AU, Contract Marriage, NSFW, Fluff, Heavy Angst, Unrequited love?, Vampire! Alhaitham, Dom! Alhaitham, Human! Reader, biting, pet name? (calls you good girl) TW: Blood & Blood drinking, TW: Death, Terminally ill! Reader, slight orgasm denial, slight corruption kink, wedding night, temperature play? He falls hard, slow fic, tragedy

Authors note: This whole fic was a challenge since I wanted to write it kinda from Alhaitham’s pov. I’m not really knowledgeable about vampires, so in this fic they’re just a type of monster and not undead, and vampire blood can turn humans into monsters. Enjoy!

Side note: Here is the other side, Finale

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Words to use instead of “said” organized by emotion/intention