FATE/BOUND

Being Bound By Fate Is An Omen In All Things. But Is It A BLESSING Or A CURSE? Only Time Shall, I Suppose. (NSFW, Multi-Muse, 18+, Exclusive /w facexfice)

[lemonteastar]

Himiko+Tenko💿

[criis-chan]

happy bday tenko!!!!

[angelprompts]

RANDOM   :   SENTENCE  STARTERS.

feel  free  to  change  any  gendered  language  &  alter  anything  as  needed,

❝ i’m really glad we met. ❞

❝ do you think we would be friends if we hadn’t meet how we did? ❞

❝ want to spend the night at my place? ❞

❝ do you want to.. cut my hair for me? ❞ / ❝ would you let me.. cut your hair? ❞

❝ you have no idea how much you mean to me. ❞ 

❝ you might think we’re too old but there’s no age limit to building a blanket fort. ❞

❝ see.. you’re dying so much in this game because you need to dodge the bullets. not run into them. duh. ❞

❝ you know, you’re a smart ass. but that’s why I like you. ❞

❝ do you feel like going out and doing something tonight? i could use a distraction. ❞

❝ baking together is essential for every friendship, i think. ❞

❝ if i go on that scary looking roller coaster, would you consider coming on with me? ❞

❝ do you feel like painting my nails? it could be fun. ❞ / ❝ do you want me to paint your nails? it could be fun. ❞

❝ oh come on, taking photo booth pictures is so much fun! ❞

❝ is that my sweater you’re wearing? ❞

[lainra]

Mona

[bewitchingmemes]

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

[leneemusing]

protective prompts

feel free to adjust as needed!

PROTECTING: “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  i’m not letting you go alone.  ” “  let me help.  ” “  say the word and i’ll be there.  ” “  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ” “  i’ll stay the night.  ” “  get some rest.  ” “  ssh, go back to sleep.  ” “  i’m worried about you.  ” “  i’m not going anywhere. not as long as you’re in danger.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  i won’t let that happen.  ” “  look at me. you’re gonna be okay.  ” “  what can i do?  ” “  i’ll be right here with you the whole time.  ” “  who did this to you?  ” “  i can tell you’re upset, talk to me.  ” “  i’m not letting them get away with this.  ” “  i’ll get you out of this. trust me.  ” “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ” “  you’re shaking like a leaf— what’s wrong?  ” “  what happened?  ” “  i’m gonna fucking kill them.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you again. not ever.  ”   “  if anything happened to you…  ” “  i need you in my life. so please, let me do what i need to to make it safe.  ”   “  i can’t lose you.  ”   PROTECTED: “  have you been waiting up this whole time?  ” “  how long have you been here?  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  will you stay with me?  ” “  please don’t go.  ” “  i feel safer when you’re here.  ” “  thank you for making me feel safe.  ” “  i trust you.  ” “  why are you helping me?  ” “  is it over now?  ” “  you don’t have to do this, ya’ know.  ” “  i can take care of myself.  ” “  you don’t have to worry so much.  ” “  i don’t want you to get hurt either.  ” “  i can’t bear the thought of you putting yourself in danger for me.  ”   “  you’re bleeding!  ” “  thank you, but i’ll be alright.  ”    “  please don’t get hurt. not because of me.  ” ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed 2. for one muse to hold the other after a nightmare 3. for one muse to step between the other and someone who intends to do them harm 4. for one muse to push the other out of harm’s way 5. for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 6. for one muse to fall asleep next to the other muse who is keeping watch 7. for one muse to rescue the other 8. for one muse to get caught hiding an injury sustained while protecting them 9. for one muse to react to the other hiding an injury 10. for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick/injured 11. for one muse to kiss the other’s scar 12. for one muse to treat an injury the other sustained while protecting them 13. for one muse to kill to protect the other 14. for one muse to get killed while protecting the other 15. for one muse to fall asleep in the hospital bed with the other 

[wxrldlyreflectixns]

boundxfate​:

Even Sae had to admit that there was something MIGHTILY WRONG with her reaction to Makoto’s IMPRESSIVE RESOLVE. As in… Why did it UPSET HER that the student council president held steady against one’s scrutiny? DIDN’T FLEE IN TERROR? Why had the girl’s resiliance to her own anxiety proven to be such a monkey wrench in the haywire cogs of Sae’s brain? Simple: BECAUSE SHE’D BEEN BETTING ON IT. Question did rise of where exactly Makoto’s ever-toughening spine had come from but THOSE bets were hedged on the new gang of vagabonds the naive fool had aligned herself with in recent weeks. Irregardless, the pressure had yet to cease and Makoto was applying MORE. “It doesn’t matter what the point is, Makoto Niijima.” Full name in hopes of evoking even more anxiety? “You had no business going through such a confidential and classified piece of technology.” OF COURSE, Sae could take responsiblity for letting her guard down and even trusting Makoto to BEGIN WITH. But… But that would be counterproductivity to pushing the opus of blame on said sister. Still, the girl PUSHED & PERSISTED; Growing ever more INFURIATING to the elder Niijima who was very much used to GETTING HER OWN WAY. “Well you ARE grounded. And I’m taking away YOUR laptop. AND your phone. And I’m setting an 8PM curfew. You break it and I sign you up for revisionary sessions at the libary, do you understand?” LAYING DOWN THE LAW.

                                                            – NGRR…                                   …BUT WHY WOULDN’T HER YOUNGER SISTER JUST GIVE UP!?!?

Stop. Pushing. It. Panic had begun to fire in her neurons, pushing Sae beyond the brink of lashing out. (That had been when she’d grounded her, took everything away, and enforced a curfew via blackmail.) “My feelings? What feelings? Since when did we let the feelings of others affect us?” Yeah, her own defense was, IRONICALLY, falling apart at the seams. It made sense. She’d given up being a DEFENSE ATTORNEY when their dad died. “Reproach me? Might I remind you who is in charge around here?” The way Makoto failed to maintain eye contact gave Sae AN OUNCE of power. She’d stretch that into a METRIC TONNE if it meant escaping this conversation. Woman had reached that same point she had back when… When the word USELESS had been throwing around. And the phase ‘EAT AWAY AT MY LIFE’. A memory Sae had YET to forgive herself for. More to the point, that black and white blurr meant that Sae had FAILED to notice Makoto’s ailing health. Hopefully she wouldn’t ACTUALLY COLLAPSE. “W-What do you mean? What are you talking about?” But it just kept coming. The cold. Hard. Truth. (Even as Makoto HERSELF defended it.) And before Sae knew it… Facing down the words from her own sister’s mouth… Firing around her brain in frantic chaos… Sae lashed once more. “What are you? INSANE? Those search results were not about ME. And they were NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!” But in her irrational explosion of emotion… Sae may have missed one crucial detail… And it all depended on how close Makoto’s attention had been to the SEARCH RESULTS. Because more than a few mentioned JUDAISM BY NAME. And even the DEATH OF ONE’S PARENTS. Still… Makoto HAD thrown Sae a LIFELINE… Even if the thought of a woman OTHER than Makoto left her SICK TO HER STOMACH.

          “FINE.” Clean & decisive response was all she offered to her big sister’s terms of punishment — Funny thing was; The more DEFENSIVE Sae Niijima became, the more incriminating the evidence was against her. As a Public Prosecutor who spent a majority of her time INTERROGATING others, you’d THINK she’d make a conscious effort to avoid such glaring signs of GUILT. Makoto supposed that was what made emotional reactions so dangerous & damning in the court of law. (She too had fallen victim to her own passions when she recklessly approached Kaneshiro to prove her WORTH). Bony fingers scrunched & knotted at the fabric of her plaid skirt — Unintentionally bunching it up & exposing a few extra centimeters of stocking-clad thighs. NERVES were crashing over her, & it was taking every ounce of DETERMINATION she possessed to keep her chin held high & fight to maintain eye-contact. Battle she was LOSING. However, she would WIN THE WAR. 

          “I—” Legitimate pause & blink. “I am aware of your authority, sis. That is NOT in question.” Was it? Try as she might, Makoto couldn’t kick away that voice SCREAMING in the back of her skull; ‘I’m done playing nice!’ — Queen. Or was it Johanna? Or her TRUE SELF? — Whichever way you spun it, the Student Council President had grown weary. Sick & tired of following the rules & doing everything by the book. OBEYING CORRUPT ADULTS. (Obeying her sister). That said, standing up to the woman who had single-handedly raised her the last few years after their father died? Far more difficult than standing up to Principal Kobayakawa. Compared to Sae, Makoto was USELESS. (She’d admitted as much). This woman had dedicated her LIFE to ensuring the younger girl could live COMFORTABLY & be on the right track for success. She’d loved her in ways no other human ever had. Or could. Makoto would ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. That made it…Near impossible to openly disrespect her. Not without the crushing weight of a suffocating guilt-complex. Every word vehemently spat at her, was a verbal slap to the face. ‘INSANE’ damn near BROKE. HER. Still, she soldiered on. Kept face. She could crumble into tears once she got to the safety of her bedroom. Not here. Not now. Not in front of Sae. NEVER. AGAIN. (Were tears already prickling at long lashes?) — “Perhaps you are correct. Perhaps several google searches. Some of which explicitly inquired about Judaism and the effects of loss…” Of one’s parents. “Perhaps those had NOTHING to do with you. I am simply insane. Jumped to conclusions.” There was nothing APOLOGETIC about the way Makoto was currently speaking. Her tone had gone clinically cold & condescending. “Here.” Crossing the room, she plucked up her school-bag & withdrew both her laptop & her cellular device. Placing them down on the table in front of her sister. “Whoever you WERE searching those articles for. Please, tell them that they are not some…Deplorable monster. They are a human. With sexual desires and impulses. EVERYONE has them.” (She still believed the search had been for Sae herself). 

[boundxfate]

Childish GROWL punctuated the air as Makoto spitefully AGREED to her punishment, only further frustrated the already too far flustered Sae. This right here was EXACTLY why Sae hated emotions; Practising meticulously by the daily to REMOVE THEM FROM HER BRAIN. She believed she saw things more RATIONALLY that way. Though, in reality it merely helped her more effectively reinforce her BIAS PREJUDICES. Instead, here she was, stumbling over her own defenses like a rat chasing its own tail in a rat cage, each second evermore incriminating than the last. Didn’t help that, as Makoto steadily grew more ANXIOUS by the minute, she’d been... AHEM... Inadvertently tugging on the pleats of her skirt, and Sae had caught the FAINTEST GLIMPSE of her baby sister’s STOCKING CLAD THIGHS, driving a gasping breath out of Sae who fought to LOOK AWAY. “Then why am I the one being questioned here? Why is any of this even in question?” Truth was: Woman had never felt this HELPLESS. “Why do I have to sit here and listen to this DRIVEL about incest and repressed homosexuality and what I may or may not have googled?” Honestly, this was a CURIOUS GLIMPSE into what could have been had SAE NIIJIMA been the younger sister. “Why does the invasion of MY PRIVACY on MY CONFIDENTIAL WORK COMPUTER get overlooked, huh?!” Let’s ignore the fact that Makoto just ACCEPTED her terms of punishment for that. In truth, the prosecutioner had come a LITTLE BIT UNGLUED at this percieved POWER STRUGGLE. And now she was lost in her rant, she’d likely not stop until-- Oh-, OH--...

                                                                                        UNTIL THAT.

The way Makoto’s form finally shifted. INSANE had done it... Girl was trying not to SHOW IT... But INSANE had hit that same place USELESS had... And much like that night, the pain of her younger sister had PIERCED THROUGH THE VEIL OF RAGE. “M-Makoto, I...” Hard swallow. Sae seemed more like a kid who had just accidentally wished something bad that ended up coming TRUE. Exhale. Bitten gums. Bloodletting eyes couldn’t even LOOK at her sister for the SHAME & GUILT. “I’m sorry, I-...” How many times would she get to MAKE EXCUSES for her PATHOLOGICAL SHORTCOMINGS. As a SISTER. As her GUARDIAN. Even as her FRIEND. (And as her--...) “I can explain the searches. I can. You’re not insane. You-- You DID jump to conclusions.” No. No she didn’t... She’d never heard Makoto like this... And it proved DOWNRIGHT TERRIFYING. “It wasn’t a who. It was work related. Everything on that laptop is working related!!” Still... Makoto’s words were still wrapped in soft velvet... Even if they were spoken as DRY ICE. “E-Everyone?” Eyes narrowed at that part but couldn’t lock on Makoto for long before she had the girl’s technology shovelled onto the table. “I...” There were no words. And Sae had NO CLUE what came next. Merely sitting there in silence, mind working OVERTIME, neurons fire with a haphazard abandon. What would Makoto do next? Did she TELL THE TRUTH? Would that be the only way to remedy this situation? “Makoto... Please...” Oh, how the tides had turned. Even the COLDEST HEART could BLEED. And Sae could feel the blood BOUNDING ANGRILY through Makoto’s veins when she grabbed at her wrist. Not wanting to risk her LEAVING.

[boundxfate]

@wxrldlyreflectixns​​ said: fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else. (Kitana & Mileena)

"What do you think you're DOING?!" Phlanging voice SNARLED at her own sister, Tarkatan maw curled back and bared in FULL. "Get out of the way. I don't need your protection. And he DAMN SURE DOESN'T." First he treated like Mileena like a MONSTER, then he had the AUDACITY to try and pick up her TWIN SISTER. Sure, Kitana had zero interest, but that just gave Mileena all the more recent to rip his chest open. Not only was he a shallow, judgmental, narcissistic PRICK, he was also a flagrant pervert trying to get in her sister’s panties. "Come on. Let fools be fools. It's NATURAL SELECTION at work." Mileena was anything but natural. "Why do you even CARE if he lives or dies? Guy's clearly SCUM." Deep down, Mileena knew. This had NOTHING to do with the douchebag's morals. And EVERYTHING to do with KITANA's. "C'mon, sister, I'll make sure he doesn't end up in a hospital." Or a MORGUE.

[boundxfate]

@wxrldlyreflectixns​​ said:[ sleep ] your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep. + Weiss doing the touching on Mona

                                        This was WRONG...                                                                                       ...THIS WAS SO WRONG...

Everything started INNOCENTLY ENOUGH with a few glasses of wine and Weiss keeping her friend company as she speedran writing a last minute column that had been due YESTERDAY. And, of course, eternally sparked, column exhausted, drunk minded Mona had just so happened to have PASSED OUT shortly after finishing it. If things had ended THERE, maybe NOTHING would've followed. But they didn't. Instead, Mona shifted, bunching hands in Weiss's nightshirt and pulling her CLOSE; Burying her drunken sleepy head into WHAT LITTLE CHEST Weiss even had. Then Weiss got a reminded that Mona DIDN'T OWN UNDERGARMENTS as her nether brushed against the huntress's thigh. And, oh... Breathless and drunk and not even entirely there herself, the heiress had to be introduced to a DISTURBINGLY EXHILARATING FACT: ...Mona was wet, nuzzling her breasts, wearing just a shirt, and IN HER BED. The first touch, done absent breath and an entirely choked out throat, had not INTENDED to be anything bad. She'd just tried to PRISE her friend away from her. She hadn't PLANNED for her hand to land on Mona's hip... And... And MONA MOANED. And a horrible SHAME wrenched its way through Weiss's bones.

What she was doing was DEPLORABLE, SICKENING, DISGUSTING... So why did dip her hand lower? Testing Mona's instictual reactions as she slipped down to graze those MILKY SMOOTH THIGHS. "M-Mona?" Name fell shaky with ANXIETY & LUST. "You, uh, umm..." Hand groped FULLY at her inner thigh. Weiss hadn't even TRIED to do so. It had just HAPPENED. God, she was going to VOMIT. The Tsaritsa would SEVER HER HEAD, FLAY HER SKIN, AND BURN HER ALIVE FOR GOOD MEASURE -- & WEISS DESERVED IT!! ...So why couldn't she just STOP? She could blame it on the alcohol. Or Mona's whimpers of pleasure. Or the sexual tension between the two. But the truth was... Weiss just a DESPICABLE HUMAN BEING. Hand quivered in fearful anxiety, maybe even nature fighting against Weiss's WILL to not do this... But spindly digits curled all the same, brushing against her best friend's sex. She did NOT deserve to call her that EVER AGAIN. She--... She liked it though... Right? NO. She was DRUNK. And UNCONSCIOUS. This was a CRIME. So why had fingers began to rub at those DRENCHED FOLDS? Why had her palm pressed itself experimentally against Mona's clit? Why did Weiss practise all those touches that drove HER WILD on HER BEST FRIEND? God, her friend smelled good...

[boundxfate]

@wxrldlyreflectixns​​ said: [ knees ] your muse telling mine to get on their knees. (Xiang @ Ning)

Mmmhhh... Ningguang had to HIDE HER SMIRK. Tonight was most certainly a POWER STRUGGLE, and Ningguang wanted to PLAY A BIT. The duo were actually in Xiangling's home. Her bedroom, to be precise. The Tianquan hadn't even expected the girl to be home. Here STRICTLY ON BUSINESS with Chef Mao. After all, the Wanmin Restaurant had turned over LESS of a profit than expected this month. Which meant Ningguang wasn't getting back her PROMISED RETURNS. One business transaction and a shift-end later and Ningguang was sneaking her way upstairs instead of seeing herself out. Thus: Here they were. Mao downstairs. Ningguang TECHNICALLY trespassing. And Xiangling demanding Ningguang MAKE IT UP TO HER by getting down her knees. Oh, how the thought made her DRIP. But now was not the time. "And who is going to make me kneel, Xiangling?" Now she smirked, if only because it'd be masked by her own EGO. "You really want your father to catch us?" What was he going to do, logically? Sadly, Ningguang could think of a few options he had... They all involved leaving the Harbor with Xiangling... STOMACH CHURNED. “Is it really worth the risk?” Was Ningguang asking that of Xiangling or HERSELF?

[boundxfate]

@wxrldlyreflectixns​ said: [CONFUSED] That is the word written on the paper inside the envelope that Mona hands to Weiss.

"What in the Tsaritsa's name is THIS?!" Mona's letter had already been crumpled up within seconds of being read and now had just been TOSSED BACK IN HER FACE. "You attack me for not being more OPEN & HONEST about MY feelings. Then you turn around and pull a stunt like THAT?!" Ice blues glimmered with a COLD FROST. "You're 'CONFUSED'?!” Unfair sarcasm soaked the quotation. “Well good for you. I'M confused. And yet I still had the spine to tell you WHAT'S confusing me!!" Throat growled with frustration, knuckles whitening as fists clenched. Heel CLATTERED to the ground so hard it felt like either IT, the GROUND, or her ANKLE would give way. "How. Dare. You." Words spat with a clear venom. "Don't you EVER question my integrity again, Mona Megistus." Oh, how she HATED THIS -- HATED how she'd just confessed her deepest feelings to her BEST FRIEND; Potentially endangering the ENTIRE relationship. Just to be screwed over by the LEAST COMMITAL RESPONSE Mona could possibly offer outside of a 'JUUUUUUUST KIDDINGGG'. "What do you have to say for yourself!?" Heart hammered, fear routed, panic flared. Weiss wanted to RUN. Weiss NEEDED to RUN.

[boundxfate]

@wxrldlyreflectixns​​ said: [ good ] your muse calling mine a good girl. (Jean @ Babs)

                                NNGHH???

That... Well first of all, that had NOT been an expected interaction to have with her big sister. And second of all... That mostly was NOT supposed to be how one REACTED to being called a good girl by her own SISTER. Jean had simply been KIND & COURTEOUS: Complimenting Barbara for bringing Jean one of Barbara's FAMED ENERGY DRINKS. It had been an innocent expression of appreciation and respect. ...Right? And yeah it seemed to flush Barbara's cheek and make her heart RACE. Which would be easy to write of as mere EMBARRASSMENT were it not for the the fact that the warmth of her skin and thrum of her heart just so happened to be matched somewhere a little TOO FAR SOUTH. Gulp. "Th-Thanks??" Question came with a hoarse groan. Jean would hopefully take it as anxiety; Something the duo BOTH SHARED when it came to their estranged relationship. "Y-You just, uh..." One more harsh swallow. "Take better care of yourself, alright?" AHEM. "I also ordered a, umm, mushroom pizza from Sara at the Good Hunter. I know it's your favorite..." Now it was FULL-BLOWN anxiety, with Barbara playing with her and grabbing at the pleats of he skirt. "Maybe we could, uhh, arrange a choir night...?" Restless shifts, heart HAMMERING. "W-With friends, of course!!" No. She had NOT wanted friends. Dammit. Her panic had gotten the better of her. AGAIN. (And that wasn't even counting the whole GOOD GIRL THING!!) Oh, what a mess this was going to be.

[boundxfate]

@wxrldlyreflectixns​ said: @Ganyu, How would you feel if Xiangling introduced you to her girlfriend?

Hit to the heart felt like a KICK IN THE HEAD and it dipped down, those luminescent pools falling to the floor as she grabbed at her right arm, half-hugging herself. “So it’s true...” Ganyu hadn’t YET been able to confirm it... UNTIL NOW. She had confirmed that she found Xiangling PHYSICALLY & SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE which was its a NEW EXPERIENCE for the thousand year old virgin. And it HAD been a FORGONE CONCLUSION that the chef de cuisine of Wanmin Restaurant had little something on the DOWN-LOW. So down-low that not even the Liyue Qixing had been discussing it. Which, no offense to Xiangling, BEGGED the question: How in Teyvat had XIANGLING of all people successfully managed to hide a long-term romantic relationship from KEQING & NINGGUANG? The plot did indeed thicken. But that was beside the point!! “Do you know who it is?” Words spoken ABSENT CONFIDENCE. Something hurt inside, and Ganyu shrank like a CHILD being told off by her PARENTS. “I suppose, if she has a girlfriend, then I would like to meet the lucky girl.” LIAR. But Ganyu would never tell. Also that ignored the entire question of how it made her FEEL.

[wxrldlyreflectixns]

boundxfate​:

“Really? You seemed to change your mind awfully fast.” Despite BLUNT CYNICISM, the marked increase in Ganyu’s mood QUAVERING in her voice. She’d even bounced forward the slightest step without realizing it. Years of servitude had conditioned somewhat of a PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE to positive reinforcement. Made her feel SPECIAL & WANTED & IMPORTANT. And within a blink of an eye, Ganyu had suddenly shifted from a regressing, shrunken, anxious-ridden wallflower, back into a CONFIDENT & GLOWING force of nature. “Well you should still take time to rest! What if there’s an amazing recipe staring you right in the face and you’re just not realizing it?” WAIT. Was Ganyu still referring to cooking with that line? It had to be a bit of both. Girl wasn’t even AWARE of her feelings toward Xiangling. So how could she have intended those words to mean anything beyond the literal? Smiled graced pretty lips when Xiangling readily related herself to the Qilin-Human Hybrid. “Yes, I guess you are right. We both DO spend an awful lot of time at work.” VOLUNTARY OVERTIME AT THAT. “It’s really hard to take a second to breathe, isn’t it?” No one had ever massaged Ganyu. Albeit, partially because MEMORIES had bred a resistance and hesitation to letting ANYONE get so close to her. Her insomnia was an easily remedied case, after all. “Yes you should lay down so I can best access your chakra, nerves, knots and muscles.” Would give her FULL ACCESS. “T-Take you dress off?” Question was purely rhetorical, punctuated with a HUM. “That had been the very kind of boundary I had been referring to.” Ganyu was PLAYING WITH HER HAIR NOW. Unusual anxious tic that the hybrid didn’t even realize she had. (Why did Xiangling get her so anxious?) “You would at least need to loosen it. Take off the ribbon and jacket, of course.” After all it was her NECK she was clutching. “B-But if you WERE to take off your dress then I’d have the highest chance for the best possible results.” Not even a WORD of a lie. “But really it’s up to you. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.”

          “But resting is soooooo BORING!” Stir-crazy chef suffered from intense bouts of insomnia — Due to an overactive imagination & an inability to shut her brain off. Ideas for recipes & adventures were CONSTANTLY popping into her skull & tempting her to roll outta bed & have some FUN!!! — “Huh? What if there’s an amazing recipe staring me right in the face?” Only thing staring Xiangling right in the face at this very moment was Ganyu. (Aka; Her girlfriend’s secretary). “I guess if I miss it then it wasn’t meant ta be! You know? Hee! Hee! Besides! I’m way more likely to miss it if I’m just layin’ around in bed all day!” Another wave of DOUBT & HESITATION when the Qilin reinforced the concept that laying down & removing her dress would be the most efficient way to do-the-duty! Some part of her had already known. She might not be the BRIGHTEST SLIME in the Guyun Stone Forest, but she wasn’t STUPID either. She had SOME common-sense. & Logic would imply that fabric would get in the way of kneading muscles. (She wouldn’t rub her own neck through a thick sweater to relieve tension! It would just make zero friggin’ sense!) — Glance toward the the other’s bedroom. Over the last few months, teensy-weensy ball of enthusiasm had been here HUNDREDS OF TIMES — However, she’d never stripped down in front of anyone this close to Ningguang who wasn’t, well, you know, Ningguang! — & After what happened with HUGGING the delivery guy…She couldn’t shake the feeling that if the woman she loved found out about this…She would be FURIOUS! ‘We aren’t even dating Xiang! Be-sides! Ganyu isn’t some guy try’na cop a feel! She’s a friend try’na help you out!’ — With that thought, Xiangling tossed fear to the side & thoughtlessly plunged straight in! (Just like she always did). “Okay! Let’s just do it!” Skilled digits easily worked loose the knots to her jacket, ribbon, & dress — HAPHAZARDLY leaving behind a trail of garments while she playfully waltzed toward the room. Giggling like a child doing something they KNEW THEY SHOULDN’T. “Hurry up! Massage-er!” She called out. Not wearing any undergarments, all the brunette was left in was the tiny pair of shorts she wore beneath the skirt of her dress. (Dad insisted). 

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Simple nod as a hum of agreement resonated HARMONICALLY in Ganyu’s throat, hands pressed together in her lap now. “I do agree, but sleep IS important. Especially for humans to maintain a high level of functionality. Your levels of exhaustion likely correlates quite directly with your flagrant frequency of burning woks.” BLUNT AS FUCK. But Ganyu meant zero ill-will. “Hm.” And speaking of mere observational assertions, here Xiangling was offering a little FOOD FOR THOUGHT. (...Pun... Unintended...) “That much IS also true. You are far less likely to find food in your bed than out in the wild.” Was that if Xiangling’s logic? Did Xiangling even HAVE logic? One could suppose that also proved the theory that Ganyu had in NO WAY consciously calculated her analogy that so transparently reflected her own WITLESS CRUSH. “But nevertheless, I’d still recommend it.” How wildly splintering both conversations at hand presently were. The first flowed so seamless and carelessly regarding the EFFICIENCY & BENEFITS of sleep cycles in humans. The other... The other had brought Xiangling to another QUIET JUDDER. What exactly was going through that young girl’s head? It had to be either some kind of moral battle with her own secret relationship OR some kind of personal battle with her own insecurities. “Again, you don’t have to--...” NEVERMIND. Ganyu was just about to give yet another opportunity for Xiangling to DUCK OUT but the girl had instead responded in a manner that could only ENTIRELY ERASE the idea that it had anything REMOTELY to do with PERSONAL INSECURITIES. As Xiangling reduced to a giggling little ball of infernal excitement tearing away at RIBBONS and JACKETS and DRESSES until-- Until... -- Until...

                                                                                     -- OH MY...

One hand clenched up, held close to Ganyu’s heart as she looked away, blushing VEHEMENTLY. She hadn’t exactly saw TOO MUCH as Xiangling had been dancing and jiving and skipping and otherwise frolicking her way throguh to Ganyu’s bedroom. But she’d caught a glimpse of her PERKY RIGHT BREAST and had FULL VIEW of the dimples and freckles and grooves of Xiangling’s naked back. Not to mention the STRIP TEASE ITSELF. And, well, the sight of Xiangling in JUST a tiny pair of SHORT SHORTS. The chef needn’t have offered a FULL FRONTAL EXPOSE to take Ganyu’s breath away. Thighs rubbed together subconsciously and the Qilin took but a second to BREATHE, to SWALLOW, to COLLECT HERSELF. Why did her stomach feel like it was full of PHOENIXIAN BUTTERFLIES?! Like she herself had become home to one of those fabled seelies hidden away on Dragonspine? Again, massages were not uncommon in Ganyu’s line of work. As secretary she had offered and given massages to HUNDREDS of Liyue’s governing body across an entire MILLENNIA of service. She’d seen Keqing ENTIRELY NAKED more times than she could count. Beidou, too. And go figure a lot of Millelith men JUMPED at the chance to have a female’s hands all over their bodies. But none had EVER evoked a response from or in GANYU HERSELF. Teeth nipped at bottom lip as hands combed through sky blue strands. Okay, maybe NOW Ganyu knew that she had a thing for Xiangling. But it was PURELY PHYSICAL. And that meant she could IGNORE IT -- ...Right? Call out from the very next room and she shrunk in to herself once more, taking another gulp.

She considered calling the whole thing. Trying to back track and convince Xiangling to FORGET IT. But... But her friend NEEDED HER. Ganyu wasn’t doing this to touch Xiangling up. Ganyu was doing this because Xiangling was in PAIN. She had a JOB to do. And she’d NEVER failed before. She would NOT fail now. “Okay, Ganyu. Deep breaths...” She whispered before doing just that. In. Out. In. Out. Using her CROSS-GENERATIONAL ACHERY TRAINING to maintain a steady flow. “Coming! Was just giving you a chance to get comfortable!!” Girl made good on her word, stepping in within seconds of saying them. Luminescent POOLS of cosmic chrome DRANK IN Xiangling’s body. Following boots up powerful calves and pretty thighs, over that tight short-clad ass, past the notches in her spine, beyond sharp shoulderblades to sleek hair. Perhaps the most INCRIMINATING, had been the tiny glimpse spared to where naked breasts pressed themselves against her bed sheets. ANOTHER GULP. ANOTHER BREATH. “Okay, Xiangling. I’m going to start with a few experimental touches. Just tell me where it hurts the most, where the most relief comes from, and--...” PAUSE. “And if you get uncomfortable, okay?” And with that, Ganyu began her CAREFUL KNEADS at the nape of her neck and them shoulderblades. Despite her recent discoveries, Ganyu worked with the UTMOST efficiency and professionalism. (Ignoring the part where she blatantly checked out her half-naked friend.) Fingers slowly inched down Xiangling’s spine and around to her rib cage with a GENTLE TOUCH. “Just tell me when.”

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@wxrldlyreflectixns​dlyreflectixns​ said: @Sae, how would you feel if you found out Makoto had similar searches on her own laptop?

Lengthy fingers rubbed circles into Sae’s forehead as she nursed what had become an INCREASINGLY FREQUENT glass of wine. Investigation into the Phantom Thieves, the Mental Shutdowns, Pedofilia, Drug Trafficking, Rape, Murder, and her OWN FREAKING SISTER’S PRIVATE LIFE proved exhausting and stressful. Did she need to be all up in Makoto’s business? Anyone else would say NO, and that it wasn’t ANY of Sae’s DAMN BUSINESS. Sae would reply that it was her duty as Makoto’s caregiver to make sure her sister wasn’t being FOOLISH. And that said little sister of hers had VANQUISHED any right of PRIVACY or FREEDOM the second she squandered it on SNOOPING THROUGH HER INTERNET HISTORY & HITCHING HERSELF TO HOOLIGANS INCORPORATED. So it was that Sae logged into Makoto’s laptop and glanced her way through what files were READILY AVAILABLE. As expected, many of which were PURELY VOCATIONAL. Coursework, research material, books, college write ups, law sites. But the more she looked, the more she-- BINGO. Aaaaaand as SUSPECTED not everything on Makoto’s computer was so SQUEAKY-- W-Wait... Blink. Blink. Blink. GULP. Head snapped back slightly in genuine shock horror and teeth SUNK THEMSELVES into her tongue. A fly on the wall in this room would merely hear a PENNY DROP as a silent, seething rage took hold of the PUBLIC PROSECUTIONER. Quickly snapping photo, printing of a page, and copying Makoto’s files to an external harddrive for... FURTHER PERUSAL. She downed her wine, poured another, and downed that all over again. To think her own sister had attempted to PROJECT & GUILT & JUDGE Sae Niijima for the very google searches and feelings MAKOTO HERSELF had been feelings... Clack of her now swollen tongue. Oh, there would be HELL. TO. PAY.

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“Oh?” Reaction caught Ganyu off-guard. Suffice to say, the half-breed had never had someone react with such CONFRONTATIONAL SURPRISE to an offer of a BACK RUB. Many, such as Ningguang would just politely decline. Some, such as Keqing would kindly thank her for the help. In her thousand years of experience in Liyue, the only people who SHIED AWAY were… Well… They were PEOPLE ALREADY TAKEN. But Xiangling had no relationships to speak of… The Qixing would KNOW if she did… – Right? “My apologies. I was not expecting the offer to be so… Problematic.” Despite her words, there had been NO OFFENSE TAKEN by the Qilin. Rather, a logical removal of the option from the table. (Though, maybe the idea of Xiangling being in a committed relationship had her a little SHAKEN. It was WEIRD.) “Really, it’s– Huh?” Step forward and omniluscent eyes scanned themselves thoroughly across Xiangling’s aching frame. “You really should seek therapeutic help. Or– Or at least lay yourself down and rest.” HYPOCRITE. Ganyu had so far been awake for exactly thirty seven hours and twenty four minutes. SLEEP had attempted to take her on multiple occasions. But her contract had her so busy. And she was DETERMINED to do right by Rex Lapis and the Liyue Qixing. “Double shifts? W-Well? Do you want the massage? You could sit down or even lay down and it really wouldn’t take long.” Hopefully. Really it depended entirely on where her muscles were the MOST TENSE. Such was the very reason committed folks would react so. Massages were… INHERENTLY INTIMATE processes. But… “You can even set the boundaries and limits, if that helps.”

          “No! No! No! It’s not problematic! It just kinda caught me by surprise is all! Really! It’s A-okay!” Whose sake was she BACK-PEDALING for? Ningguang’s? Ganyu’s? (Her own?) — At this point? Bit of all of the above. Xiangling had been firmly advised by the Tianquan to keep her big mouth SHUT when it came to their relationship. Which, for someone like her, was really, really, really, REALLY tough! Like an overcooked steak! She’d failed hundreds of times! Hell, her failure had been the thing that SPARKED a newfound friendship with Ganyu in the first place. So, part of her ABSOLUTELY was keeping it hush-hush for her lover’s sake — Another part of her was SELFISHLY hiding her relationship with the secretary from Ning. As for making the poor thing feel better about her…WEIRD request? (Only really weird ‘cause she was kinda, sorta dating her boss) — Yeah, that was totally to comfort the Qilin & protect her from her own SELF-HATRED. Wasn’t like she’d asked to give her a backrub just to be mean! She’d wanted to make Xiangling feel better! Help her out! “No time for rest! I got recipes to innovate!” Admittedly, the itsy-bitsy ball of seemingly ENDLESS ENERGY could use it. She’d fallen asleep out in the wild hundreds of times. One of these days a Mitachurl was gonna sneak up on her & SMASH HER HEAD IN! “Yeah, you know how it is! Always being in demand and stuff! Hee! Hee!” Despite the cheer in her voice, the physical agony was still written across her aching body & Ganyu had picked up on it. She was super duper clever like that!  “L–Lay down?” Light pink blush crawled up her throat & painted cheeks. “Would I have to, you know, take my dress off?“

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“Really? You seemed to change your mind awfully fast.” Despite BLUNT CYNICISM, the marked increase in Ganyu’s mood QUAVERING in her voice. She’d even bounced forward the slightest step without realizing it. Years of servitude had conditioned somewhat of a PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE to positive reinforcement. Made her feel SPECIAL & WANTED & IMPORTANT. And within a blink of an eye, Ganyu had suddenly shifted from a regressing, shrunken, anxious-ridden wallflower, back into a CONFIDENT & GLOWING force of nature. “Well you should still take time to rest! What if there’s an amazing recipe staring you right in the face and you’re just not realizing it?” WAIT. Was Ganyu still referring to cooking with that line? It had to be a bit of both. Girl wasn’t even AWARE of her feelings toward Xiangling. So how could she have intended those words to mean anything beyond the literal? Smiled graced pretty lips when Xiangling readily related herself to the Qilin-Human Hybrid. “Yes, I guess you are right. We both DO spend an awful lot of time at work.” VOLUNTARY OVERTIME AT THAT. “It’s really hard to take a second to breathe, isn’t it?” No one had ever massaged Ganyu. Albeit, partially because MEMORIES had bred a resistance and hesitation to letting ANYONE get so close to her. Her insomnia was an easily remedied case, after all. “Yes you should lay down so I can best access your chakra, nerves, knots and muscles.” Would give her FULL ACCESS. “T-Take you dress off?” Question was purely rhetorical, punctuated with a HUM. “That had been the very kind of boundary I had been referring to.” Ganyu was PLAYING WITH HER HAIR NOW. Unusual anxious tic that the hybrid didn’t even realize she had. (Why did Xiangling get her so anxious?) “You would at least need to loosen it. Take off the ribbon and jacket, of course.” After all it was her NECK she was clutching. “B-But if you WERE to take off your dress then I’d have the highest chance for the best possible results.” Not even a WORD of a lie. “But really it’s up to you. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.”

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@wxrldlyreflectixns​​​ said:  wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them. (From Xiangling)

Well, well, well... Xiangling CONTINUED to surprise her. Initial panic quickly faded once the SHOCK STAGE had passed by, and logic had reasserted a sense of SECURITY into Ningguang’s psyche. They were MILES OUT from Liyue Harbor as the Luhua Pools. As seemed constant in her little chef’s life, even the simplest of strolls would become GRAND ADVENTURES. Tianquan supposed that had to be one of the benefits of RECKLESS IMPULSIVITY. And so a peaceful walk had become a boisterous days of HUNTING, GATHERING & VIGILANTISM. Say, if word had gotten back, Beidou would surely have a FIELD DAY with such hypocrisy. Amidst the chaos they’d found themselves at this ruin; One of many scattered across Liyue. Leave it to XIANGLING to somehow jump to the idea of SWIMMING IN THE ANCIENT POOLS. And yet, here the girl was, already down to her-- Ohh? LINGERIE? Ningguang smirked, unable to help herself from sinking TEETH into her lip, groaning out at the sight. Seemed the prodigal chef had been fully intending on getting WILD out in the wild. Suffice to say, it was certainly an ENTICING thought and teeth scraped themselves across those golden clawnails that so THREATENINGLY ORNAMENTED her fingers.  “You ARE aware of the potential dangers of entering a pool of water hidden away in the ruins of a cliff, Xiangling?”

Knowing Xiangling, the answer was probably NO. Woman didn’t seem to have aptitude for DANGER, CONSEQUENCE or SELF-PRESERVATION. “As well as the dangers of someone so catching us in the act?” In what act? The act of... GASP: SWIMMING?! No, of course not. This was just another example of Ningguang pseudo-seducing Xiangling in such a way that she could DENY CULPABILITY. “The way could be toxic, radioactive, filled with monsters.” However, judging from how long Xiangling had been splashing around like an ARCHON-DAMNED CHILD, there at least didn’t appear to be any monsters. Not to mention, it was typically HUMANITY’S OWN INTERVENTION that so poisoned and irradiated the natural springs of this world. And the way her girl’s soaked undergarments clung so sheerly against that SEXY FRAME OF HERS. Ningguang swallowed her, gave one last glance ot their surroundings, and one last bite to her lip, before peeling of her gloves. Her dress followed. Then her hairpin and her heels. And just like that Ningguang had her OWN racy lingerie on show. Only, hers were WHITE. Elegance dotted her graced as she strolled listfully toward the pool -- AND XIANGLING. Gold curled from her foot to mid calf, and the red tattoo emblazoned on her thigh sheened in the sun. Heart RACED. She’d never been so public with Xiangling. At least... Not so public while STILL THINKING STRAIGHT. (The panic and pleasure of being fingered behind the Wanmin Restaurant KIND OF blotted out the whole thing.) “Well, aren’t you going to come and help your Tianquan safely in?” LITTLE TEASE.