A masterlist of my works. Kept for my sake and everyone else's. Nothing is proof read like usual.
Some of my stories are riddled with errors, I do try to re read and fix them at later dates.
I have compiled my stories on ao3 for those interested in reading it on there!
This blog is mainly hoyoverse related for now, however I do have interest in other fandoms and may write for them from time to time. Remember, this is dumping ground for my stories.
These are self indulgent and really aren't lore accurate sometimes.
The Lamb SAGAU stories - Discontinued
Original story
Part 2
Part 3
Other stories:
Khaenri'an reader during the fall of Khaenri'ah
Xiao and reader angst
Jing Yuan sibiling turned into an abomination
Kaeya sibiling as a harbinger
^ continuation
Jing yuan X Vidyadhara reader
Sunday X Aeon reader - inspiration got from this
Aventurine X Reader who also has divine luck
Zhongli x reader snippet of history between two lovers
Jiaoqiu x reader reader is a borisin
Reader isekai as Otto Apocolypse body in Star Rail
Wriothesley with child thief reader
Argenti x reader - knight in shining armor
Yaoshi x reader - Of battles and Reunions
Ratio and aeon reader - Eldritch Horror recognizes potential
A continuation of my Ratio and Aeon reader.
Tazzy's emnantor continues THEIR will.
Kaeya x reader -Dissenter of Khaenri'ah
Aventurine's old friend is a Lord Ravager....
Ajax has an eldritch friend Tartaglia x reader
Albedo x reader - New friends and sometimes murder
Argenti x reader - Lovers ascension
Phainon x reader x Mydei - Phainon's nightmares, the bigger version
Phainon x reader x Mydei - Phainon's nightmares, the smaller version
An aeon chooses THEIR emanators
Welt yang reunites with lost lover
Qlipoth x reader
Morax x reader - rescue of a lost lover
Jing Yuan's mara catches up with him...
Klee gets a birthday surprise from her parents
Vedrfolnir's game
Beauty's intervention
Incomplete works:
Reader as an aeon wanting emanators
Reader gets trapped between the Penacony Dream and Reality. Relations to Oak sibilings
Kokushibo's child has an interest in Kyojuro
Morax's child finds themselves back in time
Wuthering Waves
Scar x reader
Jiyan x reader
Bite Sized Stories
Robin x Singer reader. Wedding themed
^ A date with Robin
Lumine with an older sibling who is looking for her
Diluc x reader - Mizerable
Boothill x reader - Hats score the date
Fate's tapestries
Unsure of the salesperson
Anaxa comforts his lover
Lovers ascend to aeonhood
Pantalone returns hom to his lover
Unfinished works. (Multiple stories category)
Part 1. Welt and Dain
Mature stories category
Kamisato ayato x reader - Brothel Love -implied/ references to sex
Phainon x Reader x Mydei Smut - Female
^ male version
Douma - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Blade's lesson in patience -Female version only
Argenti's problem -Male version only
Stellaron Hunter Stories
Part 1.
Part 2
Part 3
This story has moved to ao3 as of the evening of 7/16/24 - Discontinued
Other fandoms:
Obi-wan x reader - Obi-wan's Dyad happens to be a sith
Aizawa gets a helping hand with class -BNHA
Updated as of 06/29/26
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Side note: I want to inform everyone that all my stories are made to be as gender neutral as possible. I want everyone to be able to enjoy what i have written. I cant guarantee that they will be neutral but unless otherwise stated, that is my intention
Argenti got himself into a slight situation, good thing his fellow knight is here to help.
Or
3300 words of smut.
This is exclusively a GAY smut. There shall be no female version of this. Onto content warnings.
CW: Sex Pollen*, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral sex, Come eating, Praise kink(?), masturbation, hand jobs.
*While both parties are consentual, the nature of the sex pollen trope is often dub-con hence this note. This isn't a fuck or die type situation, but I will preface this work with this warning in case you are uncomfortable with this trope.
Forgive OOC, Not proof read. Tags/CW to be updated.
More smut practice. Back to working on my pure angst story. Enjoy o/
“I feel as though I am taking advantage of your kindness.“ Argenti spoke as he looked away from you. The man below you was partially undressed and a deepening blush was working its way from his chest up to his face. The pollen was effecting him greatly, yet he still was worried about how you felt. As kind as he was, he did not seem to believe you when you said this was fine.
If anything, you felt as if you were taking advantage of him, the sex pollen was certainly taking a toll on him. You smiled down at the knight below you and restated what you had said earlier.
“Don't think such things. I am more then glad to help a fellow knight out.“ You tilted his chin up to look at you. Why was he being shy now? “You just need to say the safe word and we can stop.“
“No!“ There was an edge of desperation in his voice before he composed himself. “I just don't want you to believe I am taking advantage of you because of my situation.“
Said situation was getting himself entangled in plants that released a sex pollen. He hadn't even been off his ship thirty minutes when you found him entagled in those vines.
“As I said, I am okay with this.“ Was it wrong of you to be excited to hear the man below you moan? You were Knights of Beauty, comrades following the same ideals. This was certainly a leap in the relationship you shared with one another, even if it was to help the man. You knelt down and sat off the floor between his knees, laying your head on his thigh as you did so. You looked up at him and asked your next question.
“How would you like to start?“
You watched as he opened his mouth to speak and found himself at a loss for words. You placed a hand on his inner thigh and watched as he attempted to speak out words that seemed to not come out. Instead he seemed to think about just how close your hands were to him.
The thing about sex pollen was that it not only affected the body, but the mind. Some pollens were less potent, while others were strong enough to override the senses. You have been on the other end and knew that he wanted to say something, but his body just didn't seem to allow it. That feeling of hyperfocusing on one task and then trying to do another task and failing was one that you knew. Just what kind of plants had he gotten himself into?
“How about we start simple?“ You hummed and stood. “Lay back and I will take care of you.“
You crawled between his legs as he laid back on the bed and you could only thank Idrilla for the sight below you. With how his rose colored hair splayed out around him, he must've been sent from Idrilla themself. You couldn't help but admire the way his deepening flush traveled to his face.
You were not Idrilla's strongest warrior.
You felt him tense as you stuck your fingers in the waistband of his pants and underwear.
“Relax.“ You patted his knee. “I simply wish to admire the beauty I am helping.“
You shimmied his pants and underwear to his ankles before taking them off. You took a moment to admire Argenti in all his handsome glory. The man must've been sculpted by Idrilla themself.
“Would this be a bad time to say just how handsome you are? Idrilla must've sculpted you by hand personally.“ Your praise was sincere and easy to give. You were a Knight of Beauty and praise came easily. Before the man could get anything out, you wrapped a hand around his manhood.
He was already hard and instead of tormenting the poor Knight, you decided to go ahead and get to it. No need the tease him just yet. You would forgoe the handjob for now.
With a hum, you took him into your mouth easily and took delight in the choked noise that came from him. You swallowed him to the base before coming back up to the tip. You repeated the pattern a few more slow times before pulling off of him.
“Theres no need to be shy, how else am I to take pride in my hard work?“ You stated at the sight of him covering his mouth. You wouldn't have thought Argenti to be shy in bed, but perhaps he was unused to being on the recieving end of things.
“Apologies.“ You heard him say as you swallowed him again.
The man was pleasant to take. He wasn't too long to make you gag, yet he was by no means small. You felt a hand tangle in your hair as you took him fully again. While he wasn't loud, his panting was a dead giveaway of how he felt. The hand in your hair tightened as you moved faster for him.
He did not try to force you down or meet you part way with his hips and you had to give him credit for his shred of self-restraint. The pollen may have addled his mind, but he was still a gentleman despite it. Though, the fist in your hair was growing tight.
The only warning you got when he finally came was a low groan from him. His hand had a death grip in your hair and though you tried to swallow what you could, you eventually had to pull off of him. The hand in your hair instead moved to grip the sheets of his bed as he rode out the high of his orgasm. A few more spurts of his own come covered his stomach and you let some drip off your chin before wiping it off. You sat up fully, using his knees to rest your arms.
“You've got a sweeter taste then anyone I've done this with.“ You panted, trying to catch your breath. The knight below you was still fairly hard and it only took brushing your fingers against his length to get him back to full. You gently wrapped your hand around his erection and took delight in his reaction. You were slow in your movements and you took extra care around the head.
“What would you like to do next?“ You asked. At his lack of response, you stopped jerking him off and instead crawled to linger over him. He was breathing heavily and trying to compose himself, but you could tell that any touch seemed to decimate any progress he had made. Green eyes locked gazes with yours and you decided to ask another question.
“Are you still wanting to continue?“
“Please.“ He responded before tugging you down by your shirt. The kiss was unexpected and sloppy, but Argenti didn't seem to care as his tongue found its way into your mouth. He didn't even care about tasting himself as he pulled you closer as if wanting more from from you.
Using one arm to keep yourself propped up, your other hand found its way back to its previous spot. You were less gentle with your jerking motions and the moan you recieved from him would have been loud if you weren't currently making out with him.
After a few tugs you felt him rut up into your hand. He must have been overly senstive as the sounds were getting from him were far louder and more frequent then when you had been giving him the blowjob. Your own spit was not making for the best lube by now, but the red head didn't seem to mind as his thrusting seemed to grow more frequent and desperate. You were hardly moving now as he seemed to fuck himself with your hand.
You needed air so you pulled yourself away from the kiss and watched him chase another orgasm.
“Come on 'genti, you can do it.“ You encouraged and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Come on, you're almost there.“ The same hand from earlier entangled itself in your hair while the other continued a grip the sheets in some sort of frantic hope of stablization. It quickly found its way around your back to grip onto your shirt as his thrusts grew more erratic.
He was trying to muffle himself in the crook of your neck, but was still loud despite his attempts to quiet himself. You retightened your hold on his erection and began to praise him as he grew closer to his second orgasm.
“You're doing so well.“ You praised as you quickened your pace once again. With only a few more frantic thrusts you heard the man moan unbashedly as he fell apart. His orgasm seemed to be more intense then the last one and you lazily jerked him off through it. He was borderline whimpering against your neck as he came onto his stomach and onto your shirt. He was left panting as his orgasm finally decided to subside.
He was still achingly hard in your hand despite seemingly coming more in his second orgasm then the first. There was alot of come on the two of you. You hadn't realized just how much he had released until you looked down between the two of you.
There was more to this pollen then just the animalistic heat. You filled that note away for later research into whatever plant was causing this. A man normally couldn't produce this much, that you knew for sure. You leaned up and back into your sitting position between his legs.
What you were met with was what could only be describe as a debauched sight below you. Argenti's stomach was smeared and covered in his own come. His face was only a few shades lighter then his hair and the way he was looking at you made your stomach flip.
You weren't entirely sure if he was looking at a way that worshipped you, but he was certainly looking as if you were about to bring him salvation. You sure if you would call it reverance, but whatever it was was quickly findings it way down into your already boiling groin.
Looking back to his stomach a faint curiousity came to your mind. Some pollens were known to make any sort of fluid sweeter as they affected their victim more, did this one?
You took two of your fingers and took a decent amount if his come onto them. You studied it for a moment and noted that it was slightly thicker then last time before sticking it into your mouth.
“Oh.“ You faintly heard Argenti breath out from below you.
He was sweeter this time. It was borderline unnatural with how sweet it was and any bitterness seemed to br quickly overpowered by its counterpart. It was thicker then last time too and you noted these details for later. It was almost nice tasting, and you were half tempted to lick more off him. The way it was beginning to slightly pool near his abs made the thought all the more tempting. Would it be strange to do so?
You began to take off your sticky shirt in order to distract yourself from such a thought. You tossed it in the general direction of your armor as you returned back to looking at Argenti. The temptation to lick his come off him was nearly overpowering. It would be only for your own pleasure, but you wanted to taste more of the unnatural sweetness.
Were the properties of pollen able to spread to another person or was this some sort of strange kink you had unknowingly enjoyed?
“Argenti, may I clean some of this off of you before we continue?“ You asked, hoping he would say yes.
“You may.“ He sounded a little more grounded as he spoke and you leaned down toward him. Before he could ask just what you were doing, you licked up some of the come pooling at his abs. You ignored his sharp inhale as you continued your work. The semen was far thicker then what most men could normally produce, thicker then you thought it was from you earlier studying.
You quickly tried to mentally stomp down the scientific part of your brain and just enjoy the moment. You took another swipe at him with your tongue and felt him tense at the feeling. You only licked up the few globs pooling at his abs before you sat back up. Now that the small craving had you had was satisfied, you could continue to help your fellow knight. There were other things you could do to the man without penetration, but if there was one consistant way to work out the effects of pollen it was that.
You had just one question for the knight.
“Argenti.“ You caught his attention. “Have you ever been with another man?“
You wouldn't judge him if he hadn't, most preferred to stick with the opposite sex when it came to intamacy like this. You just needed to know if he was inexperienced or not so you could know how to best proceed. He looked away from you and that was the answer you needed to know.
“No. I have been with some women, but never another man.“ He shifted as he spoke, and sat up to be more eye level with you.
“Its alright.“ You patted his knee in reassurance. “Would you rather I take you, or would you be willing to try to have me?“
You had plenty of supplies in your bag nearby for either scenario. You had packed the essentials after he had asked for you help in helping him work through the pollen. Condoms, lube, you even brought toys just in case.
“I can take you.“ He didn't sound terribly confident, but there was an eagerness there you could not ignore. You nodded and got off the bed. You went to your bag and got the condoms and lube. You quickly returned to the bed and returned to your spot.
“Lay back down.“ You softly commanded. He did as you asked and you set the condom to the side. You allowed him to lay his legs over your shoulders as you scooted close to him. You applied a generous amount of lube to your hands and applied some to his skin as you gently prodded at his anus. You gently worked one finger into him and made sure to apply as large amount of lube as you went. It may have been overkill, but you wanted him to be comfortable.
He squirmed at your prodding, but said nothing in discomfort. You worked another finger in, gently prodding until you could find his sweet spot. You had just gotten the second finger in when he let out a groan as you found his prostate. You pushed against it again and watched as he seemed to want to move away from you fingers. The moan he had let out as you began massaging his prostate was one you needed to memorize.
You worked your way to a third finger and applied more pressure to his g-spot. You picked up your pace as his ragged moans grew louder in volume. It wouldn't take much for him to come again. You continued to finger him and with one prod that you put more pressure then the rest, he came with a heavenly cry. You fingered him through his orgasm as his own come arced acroos his stomach and chest. There was less then last time, but he was still a mess. You pulled you fingers out as the end of his orgasm came.
You needed these damn pants off, you couldn't ignore it anymore. It was easy to get them off and finally free yourself from them. You hadn't realized just how badly you needed them off. You easily got yourself into the condom and returned to where you had been before. You applied lube to yourself and slathered more onto Argenti before retossing the bottle to the side.
“Argenti. I want to say again that should you want me to stop, just say the safe word.“ You said as you got the two of you comfortable for the next part. You heard him pant a weak confirmation in return. Gently, you eased yourself into the other man. Aeons, he was so warm around you. You leaned over him and began to kiss him again as you finally bottomed out in him. You broke the kiss again as he wrapped his legs around you.
“May I move?“ You asked.
“Yes.“ With his consent, you pulled out and pushed yourself back in. He let out a low moan as you set a slow pace of fucking him. He set one of his hands onto your back and the other found its way back to your hair. You steadily upped your thrusting pace as he grew more comfortable.
Aeons, who sculpted this man? He was voice was heavenly as you continued to get more brutal with your pace. He was so terribly warm and suffocating around you and you weren't sure how you were going to last long. He was nearly chanting your name like a prayer as you continued to grind close and across his prostate.
“You're doing so wonderful.“ You heard him praise in your ear between breaths. He said something else but you were too focused on his intense warmth. You weren't going to last much longer, not with his praises and voice in your ear. You felt his legs tighten around you and heard his cry of pleasure as his orgasm washed over him. It was making an even larger mess between the two of you and you found yourself uncaring as you fucked him through his orgasm. Your own moans entangled with his and you felt his hand tighten in your hair.
When the tightening coil finally snapped, you muffled your own moans into his neck and came inside him. You gave a few more shallow thrusts as you did so and stayed within him even after your own high subsided. However, the heat was quickly pooling back into your groin.
“One more.“ Argenti panted into your ear. “One more round. Let me hear your gorgeous cries one more time.“
You were still half hard in him and it didn't take but a few shallow movements to regain fullness again. You stuck your hand between the two of you to find that Argenti was also hard again. Well, one more round it was.
The second round was far shorter then the last. The man seemed to finally be done as he came again and you found yourself on a frayed rope not far behind him.
The way he was chanting your name was not helping matters. Between the chanting, praise, and Argenti's warmth, it didn't take long for you second and final orgasm to wash over you.
You took a moment to bask in his warmth and the feeling of coming down from such an intense high. You pushed yourself off him with shakey arms and pulled out of him.
He looked utterly ruined. The grace and honor of a Knight of Beauty looked defiled in such a moment. Though, there was a beauty in that too, you supposed. Two knights having sex with one another was bound to have some sort of beauty. You should check on him though. You took off the condom and tied it up. You set it to the side to toss into the trashcan in the bathroom later.
“Argenti.“ You called and he looked up to you. “You alright?“
“More then alright.“ He responded, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He looked exhausted. Plant pollen of this nature tended to do that. It tended to crash down hard after such a high. Though, whether or not he would need a few more sessions after a good rest remained to be seen.
First though, he needed a bath. You both could figure it out from there.
Can we (Yes WE) get some more of Robin x Gn!reader marriage au? I just read the one you wrote and istg I go back to reading it everytime. please fed us.
Thank you in advance.
"I'll finish it later." turned to "Holy crap its been 3 months."
This is a little more then a drabble but I could not figure out how I wanted to do this and nothing was satisfying me.
However, please enjoy this small snack of a story.
Less then 500 words, not proof read forgive OOC. See end for notes.
Also called: Snippets of a day with Robin.
"I think I'm going to strangle your brother.“ You scowled your phone as Robin let out a soft laugh. You both were undercover on a date. “Does the man not know how to mind his own buisness?“
“He just worries, thats all.“ Robin said as she sipped at her tea.
“I think he just likes to annoy me.“ You poked at the sweet in front of you. “I guess you're right though. I know the festival is stressing him out. How are you feeling about that? I know its not easy on your either.“
“Stressed, but excited. Thank you for coming with me.“
“You don't need to thank me. I will gladly support my loving wife in anything she wants.“
It was one of many things you would do for Robin. You had gone along with the charity tour she had dreamed of doing. You hadn't been too thrilled at the prospect of such a large tour, but Robin had been so happy and you didn't have it in you to say no. The amount of money the tour had raised had made her cry from sheer joy.
“We should have a break after this though. I know plenty of places we could go, even a staycation would be nice.“
“After this we can take all the time we need.“ She promised. She took her fork and took a bite of your cake slice. You slid the plate across the table to her.
“We should go see what Penacony has added since we last came here. Its been some time since we were last here.“ You suggested, watching as she finished the cake off.
In reality, Penacony really hadn't changed much. You and Robin went from shop to shop looking at anything and everything. You both played games and won prizes across the booths scattered across Penacony. It was nice to share time with Robin.
After your honeymoon you both were so busy that you hardly saw one another. This small break was nice and seeing Robin enjoy herself had been exciting.
“We still have an hour before your brother starts asking questions.“ You said, carrying around the overlarge plushies you had earned. Despite being nearly consumed by the plushies, you did not want to go back to three room just yet.
“We can squeeze two hours before we have to go back.“ She gave you a beaming smile. “I'll tell him we are running a bit late.“
“How about dinner? It'll be awhile before we can get another date in. I'll buy anything you want.“
As you listened to Robin talk, you felt content. Hopefully after this you can both have time to enjoy yourselves without the stress of stardom.
As Robin lead you to a resturant with a smile on her face, you decided to just enjoy the moment.
A day with Robin was a good day. A good days meant happy days.
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Author's notes:
I really could not figure of out how I wanted to do this. I don't like this one but I liked it enough to not be rid of it.
I will be honest with how hard writer's block has been hitting me, I probably won't be able to make anything satisfying.
I really like Robin too but I could not get my brain juices going.
I know you probably won't be satisfied with this small story but I did want to give you something to snack on.
Hello again sorry for that I accidentally presed send to soon. I made some art for your Story with ratio and the aeon reader but I don't know how to add them to asks so I wanted to ask if it is fine that I make a post with it and add you?
Onyx
Hello! I am perfectly fine if you make the post! I can't wait to see it!
You have tea with Xianyun and discover news that you were unaware of.
Or: Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper are nosy about Cloud Retainer's new lover. Turns out this new lover is unaware of the courting that has been happening for over a year.
Not proof read forgive Ooc
“That is a very fine gift Xianyun, but you really didn't have to get me anything!“ You spoke to the woman in front of you. The pot she had gotten would keep whatever you made warm and contained on your travels. As a wandering cultivator, it was a wonderful gift that would come in handy of it hadn't of been for the fact that it was large. Your bag could not fit it. How to let your friend down easily?
“Plus, I'm unsure of how I could even it this in my travel bag.“ You continued on, fiddling with the large object. You heard a huff from above you before the tall woman knelt down.
“This one designed it to break down in three sizes! See here!“ With the twist of the top of the pot, she easily condensed the object into a much, much smaller bowl. It would still take up a decent amount of room, but the fact that it would allow for a warm meal or two throughout the day made up for that. “It folds into an even smaller form.“
The large pot had broken down into a small, oval shaped object that didnt take up much room in your bag. This must've been an adeptus art she was taught.
“Oh.“ It was simple how to break it down and rebuild it. You felt slightly dumb after she showed you. You knew Xianyun meant well, but sometimes her intelligence made you feel lesser, in a way. She wasn't even aware of it even after a decade of friendship.
“You complained many times about missing warm food on your travels, so this was crafted with you in mind.“ She looked proud of herself. “The life of a cultivator isn't easy, so this one made one more thing easier.“
“Thank you.“ You opened your bag and placed the contraption in it before looking back to her. “I appreciate it, but are you sure you don't want anything in return?“
“Of course!“ She adjusted her glasess. “It is a birthday gift.“
“Oh alright, you win.“ You sighed and she looked pleased. “Xianyun, how do you do so well in adeptal arts? Even after all of my studies, I just can't seem to grasp it like you do.“
“Experience. I've had many years to perfect my arts.“ The kettle was beginning to wail from where it sat on a hook over the fire. With a burst of anemo and careful control the kettle came to your hands. You poured tea into the cups on the table you sat at.
“Still, adeptal arts aren't easy to master. It's amazing how easy you make it seem.“
“One could say the same about your skill in fighting and controlling anemo. I've met very few beings capable of what you are.“
“Its not that impressive.“ You frowned as you set the kettle down. A rather loud branch snap had you startling and throwing your sword with extreme accuracy at what startled you. A large deer adeptus came into your vision as you stared in shock. Just above his head and between his antlers sat your sword stuck in the tree behind him.
Apologies fell from your lips as embarassment began to creep into your soul. You nearly killed an honored adeptus!
“As this one said, few are capable of such feats.“ Xianyun sipped at her tea as another adeptus appeared beside the deer.
“Xianyan I nearly impaled an adeptus! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?“ You approached the deer adeptus and bowed out of politeness. You looked back to the adeptus and to your sword above it.
“An impressive display. Is this the one you are courting?“ The large deer-like adeptus moved out of your way and nodded to you in acknowledgement. You retrieved your sword as what the adeptus said caught up to you. Courting?
“Of course. We happened to be enjoying ourselves before you two disturbed our time together.“ Xianyun seemed unimpressed by the two adepti in front of her. “What buisness do you two have here? It must be important if the two of you are disturbing the tranquility of this one's abode.“
This one's abode? This one's abode?! Did Xianyun invite you to her home for tea?! Was this a date? Were you on a date and not even realizing it?!
A beat of silence seemed to pass as the bird and deer adeptus seemed to silently communicate with one another.
“We felt a prescence unfamiliar to us enter your abode and felt it neccessary to investigate. We had not known you had returned. Apologies.“ The large bird adeptus spoke sincerely.
“Tis not often you have guests.“
You returned to Xianyan's side as the small group spoke. Another silence fell over the group as the two make adepti seemed to communicate with each other in silence.
“I apologize again, honored adepti.“ You broke the silence. “You gave me quite the fright.“
“You are forgiven. Forgive us for interrupting your date. Since all is well we shall return to our abodes.“ Both adepti seemed to borderline flee as they left both you and Xianyun alone. You sat back at the table that Xianyun remained seated at.
“I take it you know those two?“
“Of course. Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver are this one's friends. This one apologizes for their interruption.“
“Its quite alright.“ Another moment of silence. “Xianyun is there something I should be made aware of? They mentioned something about courting.“ You could feel the heat rising to your face.
“We are courting are we not?“ She seemed genuinely confused by your question.
“Not that I am aware of.“ You quickly tried to fix this misunderstanding as her face seemed to show hints of being crestfallen. “Not that I would be opposed to such a thing! I was just unaware of such a thing happening between us!“
“How so? You accepted all of this one's gifts and given many in return. You have proven yourself worthy of such affections and when I asked to court you agreed.“ She seemed to ponder something. “Perhaps I have misunderstood modern human courting rituals.“
You did not know when she asked you to date, but this is Xianyun who tended to word things strangely. You must've misunderstood what she meant and that is what has lead you to this moment.
“I am not opposed to courting you Xianyun. I just happened to be unaware that we were courting one another. Do not let this change things between us now that I am aware. If you could be more blunt next time when asking questions like that so that I might be more aware of what is going on.“ You were unsure of what to do in this situation. On one hand your dream of dating Xianyun is coming true but on the other the sheer absurdity of situation has you a fish out of water.
You poured more still warm tea into the partially emptied cups.
“Now that we have cleared this misunderstanding up, perhaps you could tell me more about this contraption you have gifted me?“ You asked, watching the pleased smile appear on her face. Her affections were obvious now that you looked back, but now you had confirmation of your relationship.
How could you be so dense to not see it? Oh well, you knew now and your day has now immensely improved.
You were content as Xianyun explained the contraption with pride.
In which Morax's child finds themselves taken back to the past and has a first meeting with a future lover.
Or:
An unfinished work released until the wild. See end for words from the author. Not proof read. Over one thousand words.
You should've listen to Cloud Retainer. You huffed as you made your way down the steep cliffside. The seals you happened to be experimenting with were easily triggered. She had scolded you for your tendency to make easily triggered seals and kept telling you to not do it. As much as you hated to admit it, she was right. Now you were lost in unfamiliar territory on top of a large cliff. You felt like tearing your horns out in frustration. You were getting nowhere. It had been days and no signs of civilization or anyone.
The only interesting things that you encountered were the slimes that meet their untimely demise by your weapon, or in one case, met its demise in your stomach. The rocks beneath your feet did not part with their secrets and the wind did not hold much information. Something led you to be wary in donning your illuminated beast form. So you resorted to a more human form and trotted your way down the mountain in your nice clothes. Not long into your journey you happened upon a worn path and followed it.
What was once the ruins of the Guili Assembly now stood a small city. As you drew closer to the city you could see it was filled with life and festivities. Your father was going to be displeased when you returned. Sending yourself back in time? Seriously?! It was okay you had this. Adepti and humans mingled together in the city and neither seemed to mind one anothers oddities. None took notice of your strangeness and mingled by you effortlessly. What to do now, you wondered.
"There was a place in that city that had the most wonderful bamboo soup. It is a shame you will never get to try it.“ You could hear your father's voice faintly in your mind. You should be a responsible adult and try to get back to your own time since your father was likely wondering where you were. But, what if you could be a tourist for awhile? Wait did this place even take mora? You wandered a bit before eyeing a fruit stand. You looked at the many fruits and even picked a few up to study them. Did the years of evolution really make a difference in fruits?
The stand tender caught your attention and began to babble at you. Mild panic began to creep into your bones as the language barrier you didn't think about presented itself. The man said something again at your slightly panicking face, and concern made it's way on his. You set down a few mora and composed yourself. Turning on your heel, you quickly left the stunned man behind and took the fruit you were holding with you.
The cobble stones clicked beneath your boots as you fled between houses and shops. You took a corner too fast in you panic and slammed into someone else. You both tumbled to the floor and apologies immediately flew from your mouth. You stood up and hauled the brown haired man back onto his feet with nearly no effort.
“I'm sorry! Are you okay?“ You asked as you looked at the man's now dirty state. There was an adeptus next to him who seemed confused at your speech. The brown haired adeptus gave a quick look to his friend before looking back to you. The brown one said something you did not understand. His purple friend next to him saying something else in return. Awkward silence filled the small allyway as you were unsure what to do next. Talking and interacting with people was always difficult and you felt like you could never truly understand them. It was part of the reason why you up and fled earlier despite probably doing no wrong-doing.
You gestured towards him and then gave a thumbs up, hoping he understood what you meant. He nodded and smiled, giving a thumbs up in reply. You nodded to let him know you understood. Using your thumbs to signal behind you, you turned towards the other end of the ally and fled from the interaction. This was far more difficult then you thought and you just needed a moment away from everything to debate your life. You needed a field with plenty of rocks to calm down in. You could interrogate the rocks and eat the fruit you may or may not have stolen. You aburptly stopped your sprinting part way out of the city. You forgot the fruit in the allyway. Well, it was lost to the city now, you weren't going back for it.
It was some time before you found yourself in a place you decided was good enough to rest.
The large, slightly rocky field you found yourself in had plenty of sunshine and places to lay on. The mid-afternoon sun gently warmed you as you sat in the field with a large stone in your hands. You gave the rock a gentle shake.
“Tell me your secrets.“ You murmured to it and your shook it with a little more force. The rock did not respond and only resonated with a confused refusal. The other rocks also began resonating with the same confusion at your interogation. “Give me something to work with please.“
The rocks remained largely silent at your demand and you sighed. The very earth beneath you was your specialty and yet it seemed unwilling to give any sort of information to you. You were created from the very earth you sat on, why did it not respond to you like it always has? A voice called from behind you and you turned to see the two adepti from earlier.
“Danger?“ You asked the rocks who once again only responded with confusion. Part of you began to wonder if maybe there was a language barrier between you and the rocks. It would make sense as to why the earth did not respond to you, but you found it strange that there could be a barrier like that to begin with. You stood and dusted yourself off as the two approached. The brown haired one held your fruit in his hand. The electro one seemed excited to see you again. Your fruit was held out to you once they finally stopped in their approach. You threw the rock you were holding some distance away from its rock friends.
You took the fruit, clawed fingers digging into it's sides as you gave the male your thanks. He nodded and said something to you which you did not understand. He took a minute to contemplate and then pointed to himself.
“Menogias.“ He said and then motioned his hands towards his friend. “Bosacius.“ You assumed that they must have given you their names so you pointed to yourself and gave yours. Bosacius said something and you only started at him in confusion. Menogias said something else to his friend and they seemed to debate something. You took a moment to study the two adepti. They both seemed familiar but you couldn't quite place it.
The geo energy beneath you shook with warning that something was coming. Where or what it was, you did not know not for the geo energy give that information to you in the way you normally understood it. You tried to remain casual looking but started to become more alert of your sorroundings. You listened for whatever it was that was approaching but did not hear it. The two in front of you were now debating with gestures and you tried not to take your eyes off of them in case whatever this was happened to be with them.
A woman's voice called off on the far distance for the two males. There were two humaniod figures walking toward your trio and the two in front of you turned back to you.
“Looks like you two are needed. I'm just gonna go.“ You gave them a wave and tried to leave, however Bosacius gave you a beeming smile and came by you side, wrapping an upper arms around your shoulder as he did so. He babbled something to you, gesturing towards the two approaching figures. You looked at him suspiciously and looked to where Menogias stood, his face apologetic for his friend's bright personality. The geo energy beneath ground stirred with an emotion of weariness and approaching dangers.
Be cautious, something strong. It warned.
Menogias said something to Bosacius and the other replied with a defensive tone, but his arm left your shoulder. It was too much. Between the geo humming with warning, the two males trying to find a way to communicate, and the fact that you accidently teleported yourself to the past, you were done. You wanted to just decompress somewhere dark and warm, and preferably with a large amount of earth around you. Your tail swoshed with agitation and overstimulation behind you. Menogias seemed to see this a made a gesture that was likely meant to be comforting, but only served to fuel your growing agitation. You could vaguely make out the features of the two figures and decided that you wanted no part of this right now. When Bosacius called a name you did not fully hear, you bolted from beside him and fled for somewhere.
In hindsight, you really should have thought about the fact that the archon war was currently going on and that a stranger like you showing up raised quite a few red flags. But, hindsight was hindsight for a reason. A large hand caught your wrist and you instinctively tried to twist out of it. When that didn't work and another hand was on your other wrist, you did the next thing you were taught to do.
Feeling the Geo hum at your feet, you slammed your tail on the ground and created two earthy structures to force the two away from you. While one did catch Bosacius off guard, the other did not hit Menogias, instead he let go of your wrist to twist away the from geo pillar. Switching into your draconic adeptus form, you ran as far as you could until a much larger dragon adeptus tackled you to the ground. The resulting fight wasn't much of a fight as you squirmed and hissed underneath their weight. You only managed to get a bite in until they took a paw and forced your muzzle to the ground. They then proceeded to sit on you until you calmed enough.
The towering dragon blocked the sunlight from hitting your eyes as you tried to wiggle your way out. The geo around you seemed to be weighed down by a power far greater then your own. With a shout of something, the two adepti from earlier came into your vision as they looked to the beast atop of you. You listened to them talk and let out an indignant huff. There was a nip at your ear and you let out a deep, muffled, hiss. The woman from earlier appeared at the other side of your head from the two adepti and you stared at her with a plea in your eyes. She gave a smile and a pat on your scaled muzzle.
“Morax.“ She called and looked up to the dragon above you. Dread filled your bones at one of the names of your father. A deep rumbling voice came from above you and then an all too familiar head came into your vision.
You're doomed.
Menogias watched the dragon in front of him shift and dig into the sand in their cage. Morax had specially crafted this cage for the large dragon adeptus that they had captured. They were powerful enough with the geo element to cause problems with Morax's absolute dominance over said element, but they obviously lacked in the social department. The look of unsurity in every conversation he had had with you came to the front of his mind. He ignored the thought of you hauling him up of his feet like he weighed nothing as it appeared in his mind. His feet began to move before his mind caught up to what he was doing.
“The language is similar to our own, but different enough to not be able to understand them. Menogias will you—” Morax turned from where he was talking to Guizhong to find his young apprentice gone from his spot and talking to the adeptus in the cage.
“I believe he is still enraptured by them.“ Guizhong laughed. “You know he can't stay away from puzzles like this.“
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A word from the author:
Hey folks, its been some time hasn't it?
I have released this work as it is never to be completed, however I enjoy the idea too much for it to just continue to rot in my drafts. Perhaps someone will take this idea and run with it one day.
I've lost alot of steam regarding writing, I've had so much going on. I have so many drafts that aren't completed from so many fandoms. Some of these may be released as incomplete.
The premise of this story was something like like this.
-reader is in the past and eventually falls in love with Menogias. They also eventually find a way to stall and cure the resentment. Happy ending all around.
I hope you all have a wonderful day/night and enjoyed reading this work even though its incomplete.
If possible can you do part 2 of harbingers brighella, I want to see what kaeya and diluc do as their young fatui harbinger sibling is here in mondstadt doing any fatui harbinger do
I'll be honest, I had planned on writing another part to it. However, I don't have it in me to continue it nor do I have any idea as to where I washed to go with it.
Seeing as it may never be finished, I will go ahead and give you what I have, even if it is not the best or finished. I did try to finish it, but it just wasn't working.
See end for notes. Not proof read, forgive ooc
“Now, as Acting Grandmaster you have full power to null the contracts between the fatui and Mondstat's offical government.“ You looked to Jean as you spoke. “But I will warn you that the Fatui have done nothing in Mondstat to warrant such an action. Your residents may be unhappy, but that is not my problem that I need to deal with. I know this small gathering of people we have here is seeking to null our contracts and kick the fatui out, we wouldn't be having this meeting otherwise.“
Several protests were spoken as some of the nobility tried to save face and act like your statement wasn't the truth.
The majority nobles of Mondstat were deeply unhappy with the fatui and the people were not much better. They wanted to fatui gone out of their city, and they had every right to expel your people. The rats you had sent to your coworker had violated several points of the contacts made between the offical government of Mondstat and the Fatui. A fact that was going to be fully exploited by the nobles and was going to put pressure on the Acting Grandmaster. The court of public opinion was a damning thing and was basically of justice system itself. Ah, but toy were sent here to keep the fatui in Mond, not worry about that.
“Tell me, what do you think will happen when we pull our soldiers out? Do you really think that what few knights you have can defend Mondstat in her time of need? They certainly won't be able to considering the guardsmen the other night was fully asleep. I rode a horse into the city with full supplies and that knight never even stirred.“
A pregnant silence took the room. The knights of Favonius were already spread thin before Varka left, now they are struggling to keep even basic outside threats tempered. As per contract, your soldiers could be pulled to deal with threats beyond Mondstat's walls should the Knights find themselves needing it. It has only happened once or twice, but it was still in contract. The fatui traveled the roads to Mond enough to keep the worst of the threats away. Not that there were many threats seeing as Mondstat was largely safe to travel in. There were very few areas considered unsafe for travel.
“My soldiers are not as lazy as your people have rumored them to be. I've heard the complaints this council has brought up and believe they are trivial in the grand scheme. I will reprimand my people and force then back into line, but should you want to throw away this safety net then I will not stop you.“ You looked to the clock on the wall. It was nearly lunch. “Should you want to negotiate some terms of our contracts then I am willing to hear this council or its Grandmaster and we can talk. But, I believe it may be best to have a break for lunch and allow some time for you all to discuss amongst yourselves. Would you agree, Grandmaster Jean?“
“Yes, that may be for the best. Would reconviening here at two sound alright to you?“ She asked. You agreed and the council was dismissed. You managed to eat in peace before someone eventually came to bother you.
“Its been quite awhile, hasn't it?“ Kaeya asked after calling your name.
“Only a few years. What is it that you want?“ You frowned at him as he approached your table.
“Harsh. Can't I just check in on my youngest sibling? I haven't seen them in years afterall.“ He was going to needle you with questions and try to pry answers from you. It has always been like this.
“You can when we're both not on duty. If you have something to discuss about the contracts, I am willing to hear you out.“ He took the seat across from you as you spoke. “Otherwise I'm afraid your questions will have to wait until after negotations.“
“No favorite sibling privileges?“ His tone was light despite the calculating glean in his eye.
“Not for offical buisness, I have to be fair to everyone.“
“Fair enough.“ He laughed. “I only have two pressing question about the contracts.“
“Go on.“
“Should negotiations fall through, what exactly would happen. And for my second question, would it possible in the same scenario for a third party to hire the same group to do the same purpose?“ Despite the smile on his face, he was fully serious. You hummed a moment and thought before responding.
“For your first question, the fatui would be ordered to cease all orders and projects concerning the Knights of Favonious and the Protection of Mondstat. It will likely take some time, but a full withdraw from the city would occur and contracts with anyone inside the city would be null. I assume the fatui here would be sent to other branches or return home. For your second question, if a noble family were to hire the fatui for what we do now, I could sign it. So yes, we can be hired for what we do now.“
You swirled what was left in your cup to gather your thoughts before speaking again. The clock neared two.
“I suppose I shall be heading for the meeting room now, are you going to follow?“ You stated as you stood. Kaeya said yes in a way that he knew would annoy you and you both walked to the meeting.
As everyone took their seats, you studied the inhabitants of the room. The nobles looked slightly irratated and uneasy. The knights were not much better.
In the end, the contracts stayed in place. Despite the growing discontent, Mondstat could not afford to lose Fatui protection. Some details in the contracts were altered, but it was nothing too major. It may annoy Il Dottore down the line, but he deserved it after what one his clones did. You would be bitter about the small incident until you died.
Mondstat would eventually oust the Fatui, in that you had no doubts. But for now, you had successfully kicked the bucket far down the road just like every other mess you cleaned up after your colleagues. You hated your job sometimes.
Around five in the afternoon, you were finally freed from meetings and left to enjoy the rest of your day. You could do anything you wanted now that you had the rest of the day to yourself.
As youngest of three siblings, you had a moral obligation to be annoying to your older brothers. Who better to annoy then the eldest child?
Thankfully, the man happened to be at the angel's share working one a night shift. Despite having gone to the meetings earlier, he still decided to help Charles with the rabble of drunkards the frequented the place.
No one took notice to your arrival seeing as you were dressed like one of them and not the fatui harbinger you were.
“Diluc!“ You made yourself sound overly cheery as you approached the bar where the red head seemed to be dreading your arrival. Kaeya turned from where he sat beside the bard and smirked. He knew that tone you used all too well and looked foward to watching you poke buttons. As long as it wasn't him you were annoying, it was fine. You took a seat next to the bard at the bar.
“What would you like?“ Diluc remained professional with his deadpan stare. No matter, you had all night to annoy the two into oblivion.
“Surprise me. As long as it isn't strong I don't care.“ You replied and he just nodded and began getting your drink ready.
“My, are you sure you're old enough to drink?“ Kaeya teased from where he sat.
“Of course! Just because its been awhile since you've seen me doesn't mean I magically stopped aging.“ You were above the age limit and had been for at least a year. Though, age limits were different in Mond and Sneznaya since their preference of drink was so dramatically difference. Ugh, you weren't going to make the mistake you did on your coming of age birthday. Tartaglia had an insane stomach to be able to drink such an insane amount of liqour and be only barely drunk.
“I don't know, you still look like a kid to me.“ Kaeya took a drink of his own drink as your own was sat in front of you. Taking a sip of it revealed it to be just plain grape juice. Well, you never did say if you wanted alchohol, so you shouldn't have expected anything else.
“So, who is your friend here?“ You asked as you looked to the bard. He was familiar.
“This is Venti, our local bard.“ Kaeya gave your name to the bard in turn. You shook hands with the bard. Barbatos, this was Barbatos. You weren't surprises too fond him in a bar, for some reason that just seemed like the place you would meet the god.
“You must have good stories to tell. I know these two here won't have as entertaining ones as a bard might. Well, Diluc might. Isn't that right?“
“No.“ His response was plain and deadpan.
“Oh come on now, I've only got bits and pieces of what went down back then.“
“The answer is still no.“
“I do have a story about our local Calvary Captain if you would be interested.“ Venti spoke with a hint of mischief.
“Do tell!“
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Notes:
As stated before, this is unfinished. I didn't want to just leave you with nothing though especially when I did have a draft of something saved.
So while this may not be what you wanted, I did want you to have what I had written.
I will likely never continue this, but if you have inspiration from this, go ahead and continue it if you want. Or, just enjoy what I had down, its up to you.
I do apologize about the unfinished nature of this work, but do try to enjoy it or let it get the ideas going.
Tags are left few intentionally due to the unfinished status of this work.
None of this is in the super kinky way and more in a softer way in my opinion
Cw warnings to be added.
I also call this piece about 23 hundred words of Balde getting dominated.
See end for notes
Blade was sweet in his own harsh way. His words were sharp and he was more often then not stotic, but his action were truly kind. But, sometimes he needed to be reminded as to why you were a Stellaron Hunter and that he had more control over himself them he realized.
It was part of the reason why he was tied up so nicely upon your bed. The gloves he wore kept the rope from burning his skin as he struggled in his near maniac state. This was something you had both agreed upon.
“Blade.“ Your tone was soft, but commanding as you look to the man below you. He looked up at you and you could see both the agressive hunger and fear in his eyes. “You know you can hold on for awhile longer. You're already doing so well despite what you think.“
Your words seemed to calm him enough to continue. He was biting into the soft but durable rope in his mouth as he regained some control over his mind.
“There you are.“ You hummed as you reposition yourself atop of him. “Continue?“
He nodded and you reached for another rose colored rope. Shibari was a tedious, but intimate process. If you happened to tease the man along the way, you couldn't be blamed. This was a test a patience, afterall. The ropes were lovely to see against his bare, fair skin and you were pleased that he had agreed to this method of art you wanted to try.
You finally got off of him as you reached the stage where going lower was required. You sat between his legs as you continued to weave the rope around him. You ignored his very obviously neglected erection and went further down to his legs. You were quicker to finish the legs and tie then down to the bed as your own impatience was getting the better off you.
On your bed laid a wonderfully wrapped present. The ropes were wonderfully beautiful against his pale skin and it was like the holidays had come earlier then they normally did. Blade was not a man to beg, but he did have a kicked puupy look to him as you looked down upon him.
The toy had been teasing him for nearly an hour as it was just close enough to his sweet spot to feel it, but far enough away to not get the pleasure he wanted. You had brought him to the edge so many times but refused relief and he wanted to sob and bite your throat out. Though that last thought may just be the mara influencing his mind. He hated how it made him feel like a beast in heat and a feral animal. He had no control over himself and yet in moments like these, you showed him that he had more control then he gave himself credit for. As you gazed down upon him in both appreciation and hunger, he couldn't help but notice the light framing you like an angel.
A cruel one, seeing as you hadn't allowed him any sort of release. You sat between his legs again and played with the ropes that sat on his inner thighs. He looked back up to the ceiling, closing his eyes and praying to whatever was out there that he would not be teased more this night.
A warm tongue found its way up his cock and he couldn't help the long, muffled groan that escaped his body. His prayers were not to be answered and he tugged on the ropes again just to find them as uncorporative as last time. Had he truly been mara struck, he could snap the ropes. You would stop him before he could do any harm, but the fear that he could hurt you was still there. There was shifting on the bed but he remained focused on trying to stay sane.
The fact that he hasn't gone insane and escaped proved he was still in control. You might just kill him before he could insane if you kept up. He snapped his eyes back open when he felt the hot wax touch his skin. Despite your playful lick earlier, it seemed you had a change of plans.
The wax wasn't terribly hot, as it was barely melted. You never wanted it to hurt, just sting enough to drive him mad. He watched you drip another few large drops near his nipples and he bit harder into the rope in order to supress the whine that had wanted to bubble up his throat. You looked to his face from where you leaned over him.
“You know you don't have to hide such sounds from me Blade.“ You softly spoke as another few drips landed on him and pooled near his navel. It stung so nicely agaonst his skin, made him reground himself in reality. He did not like such lewd sounds so loudly, he found them to be rather embarassing. He wouldn't voice that to you, of course. You wouldn't judge him, never did with anything. He liked that, you understood him despite his harsh words and stotic demeanor. You knew there was more to him then some mad beast. You were too kind to him.
“Blade, look at me.“ Your command left no room for refusal. He cracked open his red eyes and saw you laying your head atop his stomach. Your chest was so terribly warm against his already sensitive skin. Between the ropes, the cooled wax, and the toy, he was almost at his limit.
“I am going to undo the rope in your mouth, is that alright?“ He nodded to your question and with a wave of your hand the rope twisted away into nothingness. His mouth was slightly dry and he licked his lips to wet them. You sat up between his legs and had your hands resting on his thighs.
“Do you want a water?“
“I want you.“ He replied. He would not beg, not yet. He hoped you would not be do cruel this night. The smile on your face told him he was lucky. You moved and sat on his hips again and leaned close to his face.
“Do you?“ Your tone was teasing and it drove him mad. His vow to not beg was easily broken.
“Please.“ Had you not been so close, you might not have heard him. The kiss he was rewarded with was almost satisfying. You easily bullied your tongue into his mouth and he found the fact that you trusted him to not bite down so rewarding in its own way. You trusted that he had himself under control despite the torture you were putting him through. After a few moments you broke the kiss with a pant as you pulled away from him.
“You're doing so well, don't doubt yourself. If I release your arms, do you promise to behave?“
“Yes.“
“You agree to what we discussed earlier should you not behave?“
“Yes!“ He did not mean to take such a harsh tone with you, but he was so desperate. The ropes that tied him to the bed fizzled away with a wave of your hand and his gloved hands were on your hips in a near instant. He would not do anything nor force you to move, the punishment was far too great for such things. The mara within him was making him want to tear and force you to finally relieve him. But, he was in control and he would be patient.
Really, he should have been more prepared when you easily lined yourself up and sunk down onto his painfully hard erection. You sigh of relief was drowned out by his loud groan and the sound of the ropes tied to his feet snapping taut. You weren't wearing any sort of protection and he now understood why you had been taking those medcines on top of your normal ones. Not that there was any risk of pregnancy with the curse making him sterile, but you liked to play it mostly safe.
“You look so pretty like that.“ Your compliment broke the haze that seemed to creep into his mind. “Such bliss looks nice on you. I hope one day you'll be comfortable enough to take the reins from me.“
There was a devious smile on your face as you summoned a rope in you hands. He was worried at first and then he felt the toy shift inside him as you gently moved the rope. You studied his face and when you foundwhat you were looking for fizzled the rope out of reality and lifted off of him. You set a brutal pace from the beginning as you rode him to your heart's content. The toy pressed against his prostate with every movement and it was all getting to be too much.
The toy, your heavenly walls and breathless moans, it was too much. The mara buzzed in the back of his mind seemingly wanting to snatch control of his raddled mind. He wanted to bite, fight, and force you to finally release him from this pleasureful nightmare.
His hands wandered up to your shoulders and on your next downward stroke he pulled you closer to his chest, meeting your hips with his own halfway down. The startled moan you let out was cut off by his desperate kiss. He needed to ground himself and so you let him lead the kiss. You allowed him to easily intrude your mouth with his tongue. This postion wasn't exactly ehat you had in mind but you would make it work. His arms had wandered around to your waist and his hands were on your back. You had a feeling that there would be scratches there by the end of the night.
You were forced to break the kiss to catch your breath and you realized that the man may have forced the ropes to come undone at his feet. They weren't tied tightly or well to begin with, but Blade was quickly beginning to do most of the hard work for you.
“You're doing so well Blade.“ You praised him as his thrusts began to grow sloppy. He was nearing his end, but in this state this would not be the first orgasm of the night. You were pressed fully against him as he pulled you closer. You should regain control and get more comfortable, but he was rubbing against that sweet spot that had you moaning in pleasure. Plus, he could have his fun, you knew he would repay it in tenfold.
“You're doing so well.“ You whispered in his ear. There were a few more thrusts before he had you fully sink onto him as he came with a mix of a sob and moan. It was a sound you had never expected to hear from the man. You vowed to get that sound out of him again. What few shallow thrusts Blade did as he came did nothing but force the copious amount of cum out of you.
Though the bite on your shoulder did have you tightening around him from pleasure, you forced ropes to remateralize and move his hands above his head. They were tied back onto the bed and tighter then they were before. You sat up and away from his bloody mouth as a groan left him. His eyes had the tell-tale glow of being nara-struck. While it was incredibly hot and see the man with blood around his mouth and in a fucked-out state, the mara would be a problem.
He was still hard even after his intense orgasm. He gave a shallow thrust of his hips and let out a low moan into the rope in his mouth. There were a few more accurate thrusts against your g-spot before you decided on your next move. You materalized another rope in your hands and wrapped it around his throat. He would forgive you for this like always, or he might thank you. Considering he confessed that being strangled by you just did something for him some few days back, he might thank you. You tightened the rope and began to strangle him when he snapped the ropes holding his hands.
Though you managed to secure one hand back to its post, the other pushed against your abdoman forced you to sit up. He still kept the rope in his mouth and when you tried to secure the other hand he thrusted up into you in a way that had you moaning his name loudly. He hit once and then twice and you lost all concentration trying to secure his other hand back. You tightened the rope around his neck and began to strangle him. Even as he had you nearing your orgasm the rope continued to tighten.
Blade came again despite being unable to breathe. His face contorted in pleasure as his second orgasm tore through him with ease. You pulled the rope as tight as you could until Blade finally died. It was not the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. You caught your breath and waved all ropes out of existance. Blade stirred a moment later with a cough and a gasp for air and h e looked up at you blerrily. You got off his still hard cock and pulled the toy out of him before speaking.
“You were only dead for a moment.“ You were pushed onto your back and Blade was quick to get above you. Before you had the chance to speak again, Blade kissed you deeply and once again had himself inside of you. There was a shallow thrust before he began to fuck you in a slow but rough pace. He broke the kiss in favor of being near your neck.
“Sorry.“ You heard him mutter against your neck as he began to pepper kisses down it. One of his hands roamed near your breasts before beginning to play with one of the nipples. You tried to tell him that it was okay but as he picked up his pace, you could hardly tell him between trying to breath and your moans. Your orgasm was quickly building up after the earlier sessions. You hadn't been focused on your own pleasure and now Blade was going to make you focus on it. He nipped and played with every sensative spot that he knew just so he could have you come undone. He wanted to repay what you did for him earlier.
You finally came undone after a few moments of him playing and sucking on parts of you. Though yours was not as intense as any of Blade's had been, there was still satisfaction from it. You had Blade coming not far behind you with a groan.
For a few moments you both laid there and caught your breath.
“Are you okay?“ You asked him as you began to card your hands through his hair. “I'm sorry about killing you.“
“I'm fine. Are you unharmed?“ He replied. He made no move to uncouple and chose to continue to lay on you instead.
“Of course, you know I wouldn't let you hurt me in that state.“ There was a moment of silence. You were going to need a bath with the mess you've both made. “I need to go run a bath.“
He only hummed at your comment. Within a few minutes you realized that you were just going to have to lay here as the man dozed off. You didn't have the heart to push him off when moments like these were rare. You continued to pet his hair. You would both need a bath as soon as possible, but that could wait for awhile.
For now, you would enjoy this intimate moment with your reserved man.
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End notes: I was actually writing smut for an entirely diffrent fandom for someone when i thought about this for Blade.
I then coughed this up in nearly four hours. Anyways at some point I will write the male version for this. Hopefully by the end of the year unless the fanfiction author curse strikes me again. I didn't even check for spelling errors or trying to keep things grounded in this story i just sent it.
Vedrfolnir must play a long game if he wishes to keep those he loves.
Or
A small snapshot before your marriage and claiming by the abyss.
Cw: mentions of illness but never specified.
Not proof reader forgive ooc. See end for notes.
“May I have this dance?“ Vedrfolnir's voice was quiet as he bowed slightly with his hand out. You were in good enough enough condition to dance this evening as the ball had not been to draining on your physical stamania. With a nod, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you in the waltz that was just beginning. No one would pay much mind to the two of you, the court knew that you two were seeing one another. King Irmin had approved of his only child's relationship.
As the waltz continued, Vedrfolnir took a moment to gaze into your future. It was just a second, but it could tell him everything he needed to know.
This illness that was taking you was one that was unnatural to this world's order. King Irmin was beginning to get desperate to save his only child, and Vedrfolnir did not have answers that would please the man. Your fate was changed, but he would still lose you. Not permanantly, not anymore. If he did not allow the abyss to claim you, then Vedrfolnir would lose Danslief permanantly. What a foul choice Vedrfolnir was forced to make, lose you or lose his brother.
But if he played this right, then he could keep you and Dain. He knew he could keep you even after the abyss took you. Despite the grim visions of animals being finely shredded by one another and that suffocating darkness, he would keep you. That hope was enough for him, for now, at least.
You seemed happy as the waltz drew to an end. Despite struggling to stand, your joy was uncontained. The music shifted and signaled another dance was to begin. Vedrfolnir took you back to the table where you had been sitting before. The table was decorated far more carefully then the others as it was made to accomadate your needs and the other royals who would sit there. It was just you and the king now, but the king did not care that the table was empty. As you sat in the plush wheelchair, Vedrfolnir took the seat beside you to your right.
“Thank you.“ You spoke shifting in the seat. It seemed that the waltz would likely be the only dancing you would do for the night as an ache was beginning to grow in your back. “Father seemed pleased that you asked me to dance. It's been a long time since I've seen him smile like that.“
“You say that as if you did not enjoy dancing with me.“ His voice held a slight teasing tone to it. There was an indignant huff from you.
“I did enjoy it! Its been awhile since I've been able to dance a long dance like that. But, something seemed to be bothering you. Are you alright?“ You asked worridly.
He will not tell you of what little he knows about your fate.
“It is of little importance right now, don't worry. How are you faring after the dance?“ He asked as he watched you uncomfortably again.
“Alright. I just ache right now.“ The music stopped as the announcement that dinner was about to be served echoed across the room. “I would invite you to stay, but I think your brother and his friend need help.“ You motioned to were Dainslief and Rerir were trying to politely flee from the flock of ladies who seemed to not understand what no meant. It seemed they were persistent this time around despite dinner about to be served.
“I see. I shall return to my table and rescue those two.“ The unspoken truth between you two remained in the air as he left. The truth of why you asked him to leave was because most nobles and the court did not approve of the unwedded royal couple sitting together at an event like this. How that made any sense he would never understand, but it was best to avoid scandals where he could.
After bailing both of the younger men out of their situation, they made their way towards a table reserved for them. Well, reserved for Dainslief and Vedrfolnir, where Rerir was actually supposed to sit neither of them knew. What was the other man doing here anyway?
He watched you discreetly as the two chattered beside him. Your father did seem to be in a good mood today. The madness that was beginning to take him wasn't present at this moment. He listened to the king's speech about something he did not care about in the moment. You went about the routine of a shorter speech about the same thing before dinner was finally commenced and everyone was allowed to eat.
After a filling dinner, the night began with more dancing and the gathering of nobles to gossip. Though he mingled with some, eventually he ended up by your side again.
“If I pretend to be tired will you get me out of here? I think the collar of this shirt I was shoved in is about to strangle me.“
“I would do it even without the lie.“
“Then let us leave.“ You said, turning and motioning for one of the servants to come to you. You informed them to tell your father that you were beginning to feel unwell and that you were going to retire for the night. The two of you discreetly left the party without fuss and found peace and quiet on one of the balconies near your room.
“I don't understand why he thinks throwing these lavish parties will make things better. If it weren't for you they'd be boring.“ You complained to Vedrfolnir. You sighed beside him. “Thank you for the dance. “
“You're welcome. I know you have complained about feeling left out at times during the parties, so I thought you would enjoy a dance.“ There was a gentle breeze despite being so far underground. “Have you told him your feelings on the matter?“
“No, he won't listen anyway. I'm surprised he listens to you at this point. I suppose that I will not wither away and die if I'm forced to attend more of these parties. As long as I have you to keep me company nothing is bound to be too boring.“
“I'm glad that you think so highly of me.“ There was a smile on his face now. “I believe that you should be heading to your rooms now, we do not wish for the king to worry, yes?“ You knew that as his hint that the staff were going to notice that you were not in your rooms and that you needed to go before they found out. You did not want a repeat if the last time you were caught out. Your overbearing and worried father were enough to deal with in a normal day.
“I wish we did not have to worry about the time, but I shall do as you say, oh wise prophet.“ There was a teasing edge to your voice. “See you after duty tomorrow?“
“Of course.“ With his response you headed off to your room for the night, wondering what the next day shall bring.
He knew what the day would bring, of course. It was the same as any other day with its trivial duties and projects. The end of the week was quickly approaching and he had something special planned. A plan that has the king's approval and would secure his place by your side.
The ring he was to propose to you with was a simple band. While it was nothing as expensive or elabrate as most of the royals' engangement rings tended to be, he knew you would love it anyway. A simple band to signify your union and dedication toward one another.
“The gardeners have been through here recently.“ You stated as you touched the flowers on the bush. The cane in your hand kept you steady as you leaned down. “These flowers are cleaner then usual.“ Vedrfolnir leaned down next to you.
“They are beautiful, much like you.“ He complimented.
“I would say the same about you. Where was the place you wanted to go?“
He led you down a pathway into a more secluded area. You sat side by side on one of the benches by a grove that was in full bloom. He reached for the small ring he kept in the side pocket of the robes he was wearing. He hadn't changed out of the formal wear that he wore for work.
“I wanted to ask you something.“ You looked back at him after studying one of the plants next to you. “Do you mind giving me your hand?“ You nodded and gave him your hand. He set the small band in your hand and closed it.
“I know we had discussed it many times before, but I want to make things offical. Would you marry me?“ You opened you hand and took the engraved ring to study it.
“You would still want to marry me despite everything?“ You tried not to let your voice waver as the tears formed in your eyes. It was a beautiful band and you knew it must have costed quite a lot to have it made. You knew that he was not as well off as you, even with the money he got from being one of the king's advisors.
“Should you want it, I will gladly still marry you.“ There was a moment where he studied your face before he was engulfed in a hug. He felt the tears on his shoulder as he hugged you back. “You are more than your illness, and I would quite like to keep you for as long as I can.“
“You don't have to butter me up.“ You joked despite the waver of tears in your voice. “I'll say yes even without the compliments.“
You both lingered in the hug for some time before finally parting. You studied the ring again before putting it on.
“I'll have to have a matching one made.“ You said looking up to his smiling face. “Thank you.“
“Your welcome, but there is no rush. Though, I suppose with how traditional the high court is there is a small one.“ There was a small amount of annoyance in his voice and you knew it came from the thought of dealing with the high court of nobles. You groaned as you shoved your face in your hands at the thought of them.
“Don't remind me, those stuffy old coots act like there isn't another way to do things.“ You laughed softly at your next thought. “Oh they'll be in an uproar that the heir shall be marrying a commoner.“
“Its a shame that they'll have to deal with it.“ He chuckled. “I've already gotten the king's blessing.“
“I bet my father was all too pleased when you asked him.“
“Quite. I am one of his favorite advisors, afterall.“ Though, he could very easily fall out of favor with a simple misstep. You both chatted aimlessly about the day before heading back to the castle. If you did not get back before dinner, your father would worry. Though you both parted seperate ways, it would not be long before you wouldn't need to part for night.
The announcement of your engagement was met with both anger and delight. Anger from the nobles who couldn't weasel their way into the king's line by marrying you, and delight from the commoners. Your father was utterly delighted that his child would be marrying someone who they found joy with. He trusted Vedrfolnir completely and knew you would be happy for however long you had with them. A wedding date and celebrations were planned and you were to wed in the fall.
But, the abyss calls for its master to return. You would not see your own wedding in your home nation. You would eventually have it, but not now. Vedrfolnir knew this, he had seen it plenty of times. It hurt no less when you were forcibly parted from one another.
He would handle it. He had to lose you temporarily to keep everyone else. He would handle the king's madness and find you again. Vedrfolnir knew with utmost certainty that he would get to have you back. He would always love you, even if the abyss corrupted your very being.
For now, he had a game to stratagize. Even in this damp cell and with his sight stolen, he would play. He had to if he wanted you back by his side.
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Notes:
Its been awhile since I've last posted. I've worked on alot but never really finished anything. It may be a long while before I post again but I wanted to get this one out there even if I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending.
Aizawa has his pro-hero lover help him with school related teachings. A look at the first day of teaching.
Cw: none
Over 2500 words. Reader basically has Inumaki's power from Jujustu Kaisen. Established relationship. Not proof read see end for notes. Forgive OOC
There was a warm body you were spooning when you first awoke. Said body was currently working its way out of your arms and around the smaller body in front of it. You brought the body back to you and you heard it sigh in response.
“I have to get up.“ Aizawa said gruffly. The room stayed mostly silent for a moment or two before you heard him grumble and untangle himself from your arms. As he got up from the bed, you migrated to his warm spot and the cat that was behind you came along. The cat in the front sunk into the hole that was left behind and you were sorrounded by your fur children. You cracked open your eyes and were greeted by the dimly lit bedroom you shared with your husband. Said husband was currently getting dressed into his hero uniform and was getting ready to teach another day at U.A.
As he quietly creeped out the bedroom, your cats abandoned you and followed the man outside the room. You laid there for a moment more before getting up and blerrily walking to the kitchen. Shouta was feeding the two cats and trying to make coffee. A battle he was losing as the two animals were dominating his attention. Dry kibble was finally placed in their bowls by the time you got the coffee brewing properly. The silence in the kitchen was comfortable as the two started your day.
The only reason why you were even up at this unholy hour of the morning was because you agreed to helping Shouta teach the students at U.A. Appreantly, Nedzu believed that the students needed a little more practical experience before being sent out into the wide world of heroism. You just happened to be in the rat's grand scheme of things. The students needed to know how it felt to be on the other side of a powerful emitter quirk. They also needed to be tested on analyzing quirks in the heat of the moment.
While you hadn't been too keen on the idea of dealing with rowdy teenagers, you definitely didn't like the idea now that you were up early. At least you weren't the only one hating life this early in the morning. It was almost time to leave, so you returned to the room began to dress in your pro-hero costume. As you returned to the kitchen your husband handed you one of the jelly packets he was so fond of and began to walk to the door. You followed him out and went to work with him.
It was going to be a very different day then what you were used to.
“Today's training exercise involves fighting against emitter type quirks.“ Aizawa began, pointing the training area that resembled a small town behind him. He watched you appear from just over the hillside and walk behind the students who were none the wiser of your sudden appearence. You were in your pro-hero costume and watched him continue to explain to his students.
“You've gone up against Present Mic, but emitter quirks come in many forms. Today you will be going up against someone not from the staff of UA.“ He called your pro-hero name and the students turned around and screamed at your suddsn appearence. Sudden to them, at least.
“Sho.“ You spoke, giving a small wave to the now settled students.
“I won't tell you what their quirk is, but know they can't speak most words to you. You will be splitting into groups of five. They will be going on ahead.“ You meandered towards the training area and prepped for the exercise. Your husband had explained what was to happen in the exercise. You were to try to get the students to learn how to analyze quirks on the job quickly. They needed to put into practice the identification process that came with fighting emitter type quirks. While your quirk was easy to identify, it was far, far more difficult to counter. The round was concluded when each of the students were captured or eliminated. Or, you were captured.
Basically, you were to drive the students up and the walk and rough them up a bit. An easy enough job, considering how dangerous of an underground hero you were. You knew who was going in to be in which team and what their quirks were. You had a basic understanding of their personalities from how your husband spoke of them. You idly stood on a rooftop until the bell that signaled the beginning of the round rung.
After the bell rang, you watched the first wave of students make their way on the training field. You hopped from rooftop to rooftop, making it easy for them to spot you should they be paying attention. While the daytime hours weren't your strongsuit, you knew how to stay hidden should you desire it.
“There!“ The green one, Midoriya you do believe, called out to the other four students. You readied your capture weapon, intending to taunt them before an even better idea came to mind. You lowered the scarf and revealed your mouth.
“Run away.“ You commanded softly, but loud enough for the students to hear. You watched as the instant effect that your quirk caused on their mind. They had no mental fortitude to resist the command and promptly scattered throughout the city. You lifted the scarf back up and followed after the pink one.
The quirk would wear off once they exited a certain radius or they were mentally able to resist it. Gather the will power to resist it, you liked to say. The more mentally sure and sound the person, the harder it was to control them and the more forceful you had to give the command. You could bring anybody to their knees with a harsh enough command, but how long it would last varied. You could even command objects, but such things required harsher commands depending on the weight, height, and width of an object.
You could also undo the command by simply saying to not do said command. For example, if you told someone to run and then commanded them to stay still, they would stay still.
However, there were two major drawbacks to your quirk. For every action there was an equal and opposite reaction. Your quirk was no different.
First drawback was that for every command it could counteract by harming you. More often then not it was that your vocal cords were often raw and on the worst of days, sometimes bloody. You had plenty of support medicines and supplements to help with that. The harsher the command, the worse the counter effect. Sometimes it left you with migraines and others left you nearly unconcious. Rarely did the severe side effects have to happen.
Second. You could not speak normally as your quirk was active at all time. Some words were safe. Sho, some cooking ingredients, and some objects were safe to speak. You had a small system of communication that you shared among friends.
It was obvious Pinky was not going to be able to resist the urge to run, so you decided to let her out of the city and she would be disqualified from the round. This was merely the first of many tests this set of students would be undergoing and she would have another chance at a later time. Turning back, you roof hopped back to find that two of the five had regrouped after breaking out of the quirk. You sat in the dark shadow listening to them. It seems Ida and Midoriya had managed to free themselves or trigger the radius affect.
“They gave a command and we had to follow it. Brainwashing?“ Midoriya theorized.
“No, that doesn't seem quite right. I was fully aware that I was running.“ Ida spoke, thinking back on the interaction. The purple grape child and the yellow one were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps these two were all that were left? Oh well, maybe the next group will do better. You really overestimated how much willpower these kids had. Time to show them their mistake.
You flung the capture scarf out and caught Midoriya by the ankle, catching him by surprise. You tripped him and hopped off the roof onto the ground, your fall boots absorbing the impact. The scarf easily returned to its place near you with a bit of maneuvering. You studied the two for a beat and watched as Ida began to launch himself in a run toward you.
“Turn around.“ Your command had the boy turning on his heel and running in the other direction. The command was split second but it had the boy far enough before he realized what you had done. You dodged out of Midoriya's strike and got out of his reach. Shouta wanted you to do the one thing you hated doing today, relying on your quirk.
“Stop moving.“ You spoke and watched him stop what he was doing entirely. Confusion was written on his face, but you could basically see the gears turning in his head. It seemed this one was quick to analyze. “Run out of the training grounds.“ You next command had the boy fleeing unwillingly. You were on the outskirts of the training grounds so by the time he reached his sensei the quirk would have worn off as where the man was standing was not considered the training grounds.
You sighed. It was going to be a long day against such easily manipulated kids.
Aizawa watched in mild amusement but also immense boredom as you gave simple commands to the students that easily disqualified them. Some like Midoriya and Bakugo had managed to break free from your soft commands once or twice, but never made it farther then that. Others couldn't resist at all and he had to listen to their whining from where the students were watching their classmates. You were going hilariously easy on them with the commands, but the sheer domination of your quirk of their minds made it hard to practice.
But this session was a test and an experience that the students needed. They needed to know what it was like to deal with an emitter quirk like yours. They needed to be on the other side of it. Your quirk could be countered, but they needed to know what it was first by watching the others and analyzing the effects of it. Midoriya was picking it apart quickly and the others began to chime in on their experience.
Watching you work made his heart feel fuzzy with slight pride. It was also hot how you were beginning to wield his capture scarf with more efficiency, but he shoved that feeling down quickly. It wasn't a weapon you were most comfortable with, hence it is why you used it when going easy against the teens.
“So you can't resist commands and those commands vary but, it is possible to break free once commanded.“ The green haired teen was muttering to himself.
The last round ended quickly and the students gathered around you and Shouta afterwards.
“Can anyone break down what the quirk is?“ Aizawa asked as silence fell over the group.
“We have to follow their commands unwillingly, but we can free ourselves before we finish those commands.“ Midoriya said and silence fell back over the group as Aizawa nodded.
“Anything else?“
“The commands vary, but it also can effect objects too.“ Yaoyorozu stated. “The size of the object didn't seem to effect the command.“
“Good. You have the basic idea of it down. Since they cannot name their quirk, I will. It is called Speech Edict.“ You nodded at his words. “I will not explain the quirk as it goes against the training lessons ahead. What you have now is what you will have to use in the future.. This was a test of your analyzing ability and your willpower against mind quirks. As these lessons continue, I want you to give me the information you have learned at the end of it.“
A bell rang throughout the school signalling the end of the day.
“That's all for the day.“ Aizawa dismissed the class and they filtered out off the training grounds towards the lockrooms.
“What did you think?“ Aizawa looked to you as he asked.
“They are not strong in the mind. They will need to learn to steel and ground themselves mentally. Not very calm.“ You signed. “About what I should expect from teenagers.“
A beat passed before you signed again.
“Do you patrol tonight?“
“Not tonight.“ He replied, watching your face light up in excitement. “Why?“
“You will see.“ With that you waved him goodbye and left him to finish the paperwork that he had yet to do. There were no parting kisses or hugs as many couples often did as Aizawa liked to keep professional work and private life seperate. You would have crushed him in a hug otherwise, but your pro-hero persona was not with Eraserhead for safety reasons.
Home was warm like it always was and the two cats greeted you at the door with small meows. They were some of the largest demestic cats you had ever seen yet had the tiniest meows not befitting of their large bodies. You quickly showered and changed into comfortable clothes and sat in the dining room eyeing the large cat tree box in the living you that had yet to be put together. Getting it into the house when you had gotten home was a challange, but you had done it.
Said cat tree was something Aizawa was fully unaware of and would be pleased to see his fur children enjoying it once it was put together. Putting it together had only taken you an hour, which was quite surprising considering how large it was.
He would also be pleased to know that you started making him dinner when he texted you that he was on his way home. It was rare for the two of you to spend a full night together as your schedules as underground heros often had you both gone around the same times.
The cries of your large fur children at the door informed you that your husband was home.
“Get out from under my feet.“ There was a annoyed meow at Shouta's command and whichever cat was at his feet did not follow his command. He came around the corner of the kitchen and looked towards where you had just finished dinner. You could see the moment he spotted the very large cat tree from the kitchen. It was the very same cat tree he had been debating buying for months but just could bring himself to spend the money.
“I see you got the tree.“ You nodded in reponse to his statement. The cats meandered over to it and started climbing all over it.
“Food.“ You waved to the meal you had cooked. Nearly everything turned out perfect.
Dinner passed in near silence. The only thing breaking the peaceful quiet was the occasional sound of cat tomfoolery. After dinner was eaten and the dishes cleaned, you both decided to watch a movie before going to bed. Neither of you spoke much as you both were happy to be in eachother's company.
The night came and you both went to bed early as it was one of the few times that you would both be together to get a full night's sleep. Here in the comfort of your warm blankets and your husband's arms, you didn't have to think about the day's worries nor about tomorrow's worries. You were content by your husband's and two cats side.
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Notes:
This is a work that i wanted out of my drafts. The ending was slapped on there as i had no intention of finishing it out properly.
The aeon of Beauty decides that intervention is neccessary for one of their knights. A knight who just so happens to be who they loved before their ascension.
CW: none.
Forgive ooc not proof read. To be proof read and tags possibly updated at a later time
The knights of the Round. An organsation of powerful knights devoted to the newly reborn aeon of beauty. THEY were said to have been a knight themselves before taking the mantle of Beauty itself.
It was an honor to be one of the knights of the reborn beauty. It was a privilege few would ever obtaining. But with such a high honor, came a deep responsibility. A responsibility you took seriously while you traveled among the stars and planets of the universe. Since the death of DESTRUCTION, the universe has held countless wounds and it was your duty as a knight to help heal those wounds. As the holder of the Seat of Equilibrium, it was one of your duties to see that the cycles of life continue foward despite the pain. For there was beauty in the cycles of life and death, of the highs and lows.
It was often painful to see those you helped into the arms of death go, but knowing that they did not have to make the journey alone and unloved made it much easier to bear. Sometimes, death was a mercy to those you helped. But, it would not be beautiful to bear such a burden if you did not know the beauty of life. Death is what helped life flourish and allow the cycle of life to continue, for without death, there shall be no life. There was a wonderous feeling to knowing those you have helped have continued the cycle. Whether it were to be on the battlefield slaughtering enemies, or helping a mother welcome her newborn child into the universe, all finished the cycles of life. You too shall fade and die one day, and that was okay.
But you were only human, and tending to such cycles often wore down on your spirits. It was hard to form the attachment you craved when you could not remain in one place for some time. It was just as difficult to connect with others when you felt that you could not understand or communicate properly with them. The feeling of being othered was always present, even among the other knights of the round. You tried not to let it hurt or think about it too much, so you tended to your duties.
This planet you had found yourself on was filled with countless scars of battles of the past, yet it held bloomung flowers and shrubs amongst the scar of death. The cycle was freshly renewed here, but something called to you here. The small village you happened upon had gratefully accepted your help. From treating cuts and illness to preforming rites of passage, you helped to village back onto its shaky feet. You moved from village to village and then to a city. By the end of your month long journey, you were exhausted. But, duty called and so you answered.
It was when you were attending a ball held by the locals to honor you when you met the red haired knight. You used the ball as an excuse to have a chance to rest for the evening, even if you did not remove the armor you wore constantly. He had introduced himself as Argenti and the children who were harassing you for tales of wonder had scattered. Their laughter had echoed throughout the large hall, yet blended in with the sounds of the ball. You introduced yourself back before he held his hand out in invitation.
“May I ask for you to be my dance partner for this dance?“ His voice was light and welcoming and it was only when he asked did you notice the music was changing. It was a waltz that one of the knights of the round had drilled into you when they were learning and needed a dance partner. You set you hand in his.
“Of course.“ You replied, not fully aware of just what you had just agreed to. It had been many years since you had last done the dance and despite your confidence, you had obviously forgotten a few steps.
“What is a knight such as yourself doing this far out here?“ You asked as the waltz took a slower turn. The man merely smiled at your question and something akin to uneasy familiarity settled in your gut. Why did it feel like you've done this before?
“I was called here by those in need and it is with joy that i respond to their heartfelt cries.“ His voice was sincere as he spoke. The waltz took a more intense turn with more steps and spins. “It is the very same call that you responded to, is it not?“
You tried not to let shock color your face. There was no physical call, how did he know? A mistook a step in your shock and quickly apologized for stepping on his toes.
“How did you know?“ You questioned, missing another step. The crowd seemed to be non-existant around you and time was slowing to a crawl.
“It is the very call all knights hear, for those truly dedicated to beauty hear the calls.“ You were struggled to keep up with the waltz and fatigue was seeping into your limbs. “But it was not the calls of this planet that caught my attention. You have taken many great strides for beauty, yet you do not see the harm you are causing to yourself by overworking.“
The waltz would not end. It was so hard to breathe and this knight's pace was relentless.
“I appreciate and see the wonderous work that you are doing, but I must ask you rest. The beauty of rest is something I must have you see for you to see that cycle for what it is.“ You felt your legs give out beneath you. Tears were forming in your eyes as you struggled to breathe and you let go of the knight's hand to stablize yourself. The knight kneeled in front of you and gently lifted your chin up so that you would face him. A hand was set your shoulder. The red hair seemed to glow with an unnatural vibrancy and his next words didn't sound right to your ears.
“My sweet rose, there is no shame in rest. You've always struggled and no more can I let this go on.“ He came closer, gently kissing the side of your head before engulfing you in a hug. His hair smelt of roses and the sweet smell of spring. It was familiar. You couldn't fight the sleep that was coming over you. You heard your name in your ear before his voice ramg clearly in your mind.
“Rest, and dream of those beautiful days we enjoyed together.“
Your ship was dark when you woke up next. When had ended up on your ship? You felt next to you instinctively and came up empty handed. Why had you done that? There wasn't anyone waiting for you there, you'd been alone for a long time now. You felt yourself drifting back off to sleep. Maybe you were just so tired that you didn't even remember getting back onto your ship, it wouldn't be the first time. The ball you attended had been tiring, but thankfully there had been no dances. You might've really been tired then.
You dreamed of a familiar red haired knight and his charming voice that night and awoke just wondering who it was that plagued your dreams.
You found yourself unable to leave Douma's side. The world suffers because of it.
CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT -> Tags below
SPOILER WARNING FOR THE INFINITY CASTLE ARC. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ/SEEN IT DO NOT PROCEED.
Incest, graphic violence, graphic gore, cannibalism, domestic violence, The Eternal Paradise Faith is it's own warning, Violence against women (Its Douma) , vore?, extremely unhealthy relationships, reader is not mentality stable at all.
Nearly seven thousand words, forgive ooc. See end for notes. Not proof read. Reader is gender neutral.
The Eternal Paradise Faith. A small community well known for their mostly female population and for its safety amongst the ever dangerous country that was Japan. To you, the community was something that you didn't care much for seeing as they were mostly fodder for you twin to pick away at. His endless hunger made you not even bother trying to grow some sort of attachment or feeling to the humans. But you had to give Douma credit, he did make his home feel welcoming to all who seeked shelter within its walls. It felt like a home to you at least.
It made for a good return point for your travels across Japan. Not only were you treated to food, but the people held you in the same regard as they did Douma. To them you were the one to spread the word of Douma's power to the other people in need. You even helped those who could not make the trip but still wished to see paradise. The original followers had made you a jingasa style kasa with a thick, heavy, see through veil that protected you from the sun. They even made multiple veils that were a wide variety of colors for your kasa. With thick clothing, you were able to travel during the day and that fact disoriented many demon slayers.
Why Muzan never traveled like this you would never know, but it did make life more interesting. Though, even being in the sunny daytime was beginning too get that dull apathy that seemed to plague you. Hashira stood no chance against you so fighting was often boring. The songs you sang throughout Japan were becoming boring and it seemed the apathy to the world settled in yet again. It was why you had come back to where Douma laid claim to territory. At least Douma tried to not be dull, though you knew it was likely just him trying to mimic the emotions his people felt.
The humans bowed as you walked by and you put on the facade of the kind, wandering twin to Douma. You greeted and waved to those who passed by. Pretending to be human was easy. It was a shame that humans did not have that same wonderous taste that others demons often did. An opinion you have found yourself being the only one with. Muzan had tried to study why demons tasted better to you, but he eventually grew bored with the project and moved on.
You paid no mind to what Douma was doing as you knew fully well he was having meal time. The hallways in this part of the estate would not be deserted otherwise.
“Douma.“ You called as you entered. The floor was covered in blood and you found yourself feeling slight disgust at the mess. Did he really have to make a mess of things? You knew he knew that making a mess of mealtime was a pain to clean. Your brother only paused in his eating for a moment to offer you a part of his meal. You shook your head at his offering. There wasn't much left of what you assumed was one of his female followers.
He always had a preferance for women and you could never understand why when they tasted bland. Men weren't much better, but maybe that was just because of your oddness when it came to taste. You meandered off to the side of the room where you knew there was another plush cushion for you to sit on. It had been neatly tucked away in a nearby closet so you grabbed it before going back beside Douma and sitting by him.
He was done with the woman he was eating by now and was cleaning his face.
“You make such a mess.“ You took part of the dark haori you were wearing and wiped the blood off his face so he would not continue to visibly stain his clothes. The smile he gave you was pleseant, but empty like it always was.
“You take such good care of me even after you've been gone for long!“ He merrily said, watching you accidently smear you knuckles in blood. After you finished wiping his face, he took your hand and licked your knuckles and fingers of the blood so that he did not waste more than he already had. “Have you come to say? It's so boring without you here.“ He whined once you pulled your hand away from him. Leave it to your brother to be overdramatic as always. Even though he believed he was helping people by eating them, it didn't mean that it didn't often get boring within the walls that held The Eternal Paradise Faith.
“I am staying for awhile.“ You replied, sinking in the plush cushion-like chair you sat on. “The world is getting dull out there.“
“Our followers will be so happy with your return!“ He stood and forced you up with him. This room would be cleaned soon of the blood and bits of bone. You allowed yourself to be dragged out of the room as Douma went about the routine of reintroducing you to the followers. Some you recognized from some years ago, others you do not remember at all. Everyone seemed excited to meet you or see you again, as the stories about you still floated around this place.
Stories of your kind and quiet nature floated around even to this day. Some stories were of protection of some of the members from their abusive spouces and others were about your comfort during their hard times. Most stories were of Douma, but some still held onto the story of the twins gifted by the gods. It was a lie you knew fully well, but you let people cling onto whatever they could for comfort.
The next day saw you and your twin sharing your meal time together. When the woman's bones cracked beneath your strength and Douma cut off the other woman before she could scream, you wondered why you hadn't come back home in so long. Though humans often had the overpowering taste of sweetness to them, some tended to be on the more tolerable side of sweet. This woman happened to be as the side you prefered so you didn't have to force yourself to eat her. Both you and your brother underwent the routine of exchanging parts that you both prefered, like the eyes going to Douna and you in turn getting the part you liked better.
Flesh peeled from meat like the sweet potatos your mother used to skin when she made the rare meal for you and Douma. Meat peeled from bone and bones snapped with ease. While you happened to be a far cleaner eater than your twin, it was still a mess and the stench could only be masked by flowers so much. Your meal's severed leg was snatched from you and you turned to glare at Douma who seemed unbothered by your look. The feral part of you wanted to strike and bite at him for such an insult, but the rest of you quickly grew uncaring of the transgression. The apathy that you originally hoped was gone was coming back in full force. The world had become sterile again.
You brother seemed to frown at your half hearted response before returning back to the meal at hand. He finished his first was mostly cleaned up by the time you finished. The fake smile he always wore on his face was back again once you started to clean your face off. You never understood why he wore it around you, maybe ot was just habit. You knew that it was faked and that he struggled to even understand the most basic of emotions. Part of you wondered if he even felt them, or if maybe he just didn't fully comprehend what he was feeling.
You could feel his scrutiny beside you and you looked up to him and away from the small hand mirror you kept nearby. A moment passed before a hand was held out to you in an offering. You locked eyes for a moment before putting his still slightly bloodied fingers into your mouth. So, it was to be one of those nights. He was slightly cool in you mouth as the lingering warmth from the blood earlier was still keeping his fingers warmer. He usually ran cool into nearly ice cold, a stark contrast from your near boiling body temperature.
You bit into his fingers feeling the cold blood burst into your mouth and the bitter flavor of fruits fill your mouth. A wildly different taste from the woman earlier who tasted faintly of pure sweetness. You harshly bit through bone and ignored your brother's pleased look as he gazed at your unfiltered desire.
“Tell me,” He started, coming far closer and well into your personal space, “How do you feel?“ The fingers in your mouth easily regenerated and you bit into them once again, feeling the same rush of cooling blood in your mouth. Once they regenerated you could feel his nails dig into the soft flesh of your mouth and it took quite a bit out of you to not groan in satisfaction at the pain.
“What emotion is going through you?“ The tone of his voice was genuinely curious. His face was that of concentration as he studied your face trying to make sense of what you were feeling but coming back enough handed. He could not recognize the cues of your face he and he probably never would either. He was on your lap now and if any of the followers were to slide open the door the scene that would greet them would be considered violent and incestous at worst. Douma's blood was dripping down your chin and he was now very intently watching your face for every reaction. The rich taste was intoxicating and though you wanted more, you restrained yourself from devouring the man in front of you.
Douma's nails were digging into your shoulder, drawing blood and staining the kimono you were wearing. He was close to shreding your skin into fine layers much like the stringy meat that you devoured from the woman's arms earlier. With quick movement he jerked his hand from your mouth and allowed the fingers to regenerate. You did not release the grip you unknowingly had on his thighs, instead you pulled him closer to allow him to fully straddle your lap.
“Excitement. Excitement it's what I'm feeling.“ You answeres his question from just a moment ago. This was a game you had been playing since you were both children. You named and described the emotion you were feeling from whatever it was that Douma was doing at the time. Though your ability to feel emotions may have been dulled, you could feel and understand. It was a game that Douma enjoyed even though he may not have realized it and it was one you learned to enjoy too. Few feelings in the world compared to the feeling of the taboo you were commiting. It was deeply wrong and you understood that but, no one understood you just like Douma has. No one has stayed by your side like he has. He leaned in close before he began to whisper in your ear.
“You are always so warm, but did you know that you are even warmer depending on your mood?“ His voice was merry and analytical as the hand that had been digging into your shoulder went lower. The other curled around your throat as if threatening to rip it out. “You are far warmer than you were when we were outside with the followers earlier. Is it because you are more invested in what we are doing? Or, is it because your emotions are taking more control?“
There would have been no way to explain your way out of what this looked like. Douma's hand traveled lower towards your navel. You hummed before deciding to reply.
“Both. Its easy to warm up when I let logic fall behind the emotional part of me. When I'm invested, I'm emotional.“ You wondered if maybe you would get to have what you wanted for the night before a polite knock at the door interupted what you were both doing. It seems you both took long enough that the followers got worried. They anyways did that when either of you took far longer than normal to eat your meals. Douma was off of you in an instant and easily made himself look clean and put together. He walked to the door and put on his facade before opening it to reassure the one his followers sent that he was alright.
You were both just talking and lost track of the time after you ascended the two women to paradise, he reassured. They had nothing to worry about, but you two would be here awhile longer. He then gently shooed away the man at the door and close it back shut before turning back to you. The cheery persona your brother put on always seemed to calm his followers.
He turned back to you and you knew deep inside that this game would continue well into the night.
As the years continued the world around you began to grow duller and more boring the begin with. The spurts of color and joy were few a far between and even the games that you played began to lose their charm. Not even the rare assignment from Muzan could satiate your craving for something more. The rare occasion that the cravings were satiated were often because of Douma and you would rather not admit that you could see the beginnings of dependancy. You hadn't been so reliant on him since you were humans and though you were slightly disguntled, you began to not care about it.
Between the spurts of violence between the fights you and Douma partook in from time to time and the occasional trip to gather more followers, you remained mostly at the estate. People came and went and no one had caught your interest until a woman named Kotoha came.
She was incredibly kind and naïve. She was also a bit unintelligent, but something about her infatuated Douma, and you to some extent. She had an infant son and when her relatives came with their loud noises, Douma swiftly put an end to them.
Kotoha was like a gentle splash of color in your life. She fell easily in line with you and Douma's relationship and it was interesting to see your brother have some flicker of emotions. Rarely did your brother even feel some inkling of emotion and you could count on one hand the number of times you know he has felt them. There was only one person you had seen who made him feel something and that was Kotoha.
Kotoha was unaware of just what you and Douma were and what your relationship with each other was like. Most of the followers did not know as last time your affair with Douma was outed, there were quite a few bodies that were consumed. It was easier to keep your complicated relationship with him quiet amongst the followers.
You didn't get to spend much time with her. She only lingered for less than a year before she discovered what you and Douma were doing to the followers and promptly ran away. Douma had chased after her and when he returned she was not with him nor was her child. He had been disappointed before falling back into his usual personality. It was a massive shame that she had to be killed, you both quite liked her. Boredom and apathy swiftly fell back into place.
You just needed to find another game to play.
When the woman who pretended to be a newly interested follower arrived, you found you next toy to play with. A hashira who thought that she could win a game against both you and Douma.
Both of you tended to keep your more human apperance, which for Douma involved masking the etchings of uppermoon two in his eyes. Whenever a new hashira came to your paradise, you both liked to play the game of which brother do they suspect. Will it be you or Douma this time? Or even better, will she suspect both of you? The last one was wise enough to at least know it was the both of you that shared the spot of upppermoon two. The new followers gathered around the small deck in the middle of the estate and waited for either you or Douma to greet them. As it was tradition that one of you two would welcome them into their new home.
The group consisted of mostly women and children, though there were a few men amongst the group with their wives or just their children. The evening had set itself away from the estate so that the night was the only thing in the estate. The sun had no power here. You spotted the woman with her butterfly haori amongst the crowd of what you assumed was likely the single women gathering together. The crowd had silenced as soon as you approached and introduced yourself.
You put on a quiet but kind persona and welcomed everyone into their new home. You introduced the right people so that the crowd may find what they need for their day to day lives and explained the rules to live here. Most nodded and whispered in excitement amongst themselves, but you kept a special eye on the hashora. She could only be a hashira with the way she held herself and kept an eye on her sorroundings. That and her sword gave her away as to what she was.
Weapons were allowed to a certain extent and the process to allow one in the estate was tedious but well worth the price. Many others had small weapons that they kept on them in case any ex-spouses tried to snatch them away. A kitana was a bit of a stretch, but she wouldn't be the fordt nor the last here that kept one.
You went on about who to see for what and paperwork that was asked to be filled out. If you could not read or write someone would help so that whoever needs the paperwork may have it done. Truly, this speech was the most boring. At least explaining Eternal Paradise was easier and far more interesting then everything else.
It was nearly dark by the time you finished and the crowd was lead to the next place where they needed to be. You isolated the butterfly woman under the pretense of leading her to a different area where she could have the paperwork done for her weapon since she was the only one to have one.
“Its always nice to have someone who is trained in fighting around. I know many of the women who seek refuge here are always so afraid of their husbands or families coming for them. It takes quite a bit of reassurance for them to understand they are safe.“ You spoke, trying to keep the small talk from earlier going.
“Is that an issue here?“ Her voice made it obvious she was curious. You were nearly there now.
“Not usually, but sometimes it does happen and my brother and I have to step in. Ah, we are here.“ You gentle rapped on the door caling for the older woman through it. You opened the sliding door and were greeted by an old woman doing her paperwork lile she always did. This woman was nearly one hundred years old and you were curious on how long she would live before she finally decided to croak.
“Now, this fine lady will help you get the paperwork in order for your weapon. She will also see to it that you are reunited with the other. Welcome to the Eternal Paradise Faith, Miss Kocho.“ And with those words, you left the two alone to do trivial tasks. You returned to the room that you and your brother often spent the most time in.
“I have a new game we need to play.“ You stated as you entered the room and closed the door. You crawled into Douma's lap and placed your hands on his shoulders talking all the while. “There is a hashira within our estate now. I have a feeling thag this one is far smarter then the last one we dealt with. I want to pick her brain for knowledge and see how long it takes her to get what she wants.“ You pulled him closer to you, watching as his fake smile never left his face. He remained quiet, letting you excitedly talk your heart out.
This was the splash of color you needed in your dull life! A perceptive Hashira who might be able to last longer in the game than regular demon slayers. Of course, you could be terribly wrong and she isn't anywhere near hashira level, but you didn't think you were wrong.
“You're going to play the game.“ You basically commanded him.
“Of course~.“ He said in a nearly sing-song voice. You gave a small smile and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. You patted his head before quickly leaving the room and leaving the male by himself. You had a person to study, afterall.
The next week was spent watching Kocho interact with the other women in the group. She was good at not drawing suspicion to herself and keeping what she knew hidden. You needed to know she would react to a trip up in her plans, so you forged and set out a few traps to throw her off your tail. First, you set a trap that led the trail to a younger woman who would panic at any sort of confrontation about anything. She was skittish at best which would work out in your favor since you knew she would be suspicious because of that defensiveness. An older man would be a target of your plans since he had been here for a long time.
Really, you were just using the length of time he was with the cult to frame him. How could someone who was young and spry lie you be a demon when you hadn't been around long? The older man could be masking himself to be far older to avoid suspicion of the demon slayers since many demons took on a younger appearence. Of course, this was a fragile plan at best because any sort of research could debunk that idea. But, it would be entertaining to watch.
Watching her run through the traps had been entertaining. The woman acted hos you planned and Kocho debunked the old man theory rather quickly. But after those first two weeks, you grew bored with your new toy. No longer did you enjoy toying with her and picking her mind to see how fast she could solve the puzzle. It was quite frankly surprising just how long you did not grow bored with her.
On the first day of week three, the hashira decided to strike and attack you. You had been in a rather open area of the estate in the morning hours when she decided to try and behead you. You and Douma had been walking together to the next room that you were to ascend two people in later that day. This part of the estate was empty and had several exits in case she decided to flee. A good idea to attack here. You felt the metal enter your neck and behead you before you even saw the woman.
You could have easily dodged it, but you wanted to see her reaction to you not being dead like she needed you to be. Douma easily flitted out of the way out Kocho's next strike and away from your body. You heard Douma's carefree voice across from you.
“You know, its going to hurt their feelings that you attacked them with no warning.“ He calmly spoke in his usual carefree way. “They had taken quite a liking to you and even made me stay away from you.“ Douma watched as you regenerated behind the woman and stood back up. He called your name as you turned to slash at the woman's calf with the war fan your generated from your flesh manipulation. You managed to slash a wound as she twisted away from you. She still stood even as the blood gushed from her leg. Most would have fallen onto one knee.
“I enjoyed playing with you and you just attacked me for it.“ You let a childish whine into your voice and hoped it would annoy her. “I almost never keep toys to myself since we share everything. You should feel special!“ You let your facade fall and your lifeless smile you wore in private came upon your face.
“Douma~. What will we do with this one?“
The resulting fight wasn't really even a fight. The hashira moved quickly as you and Douma toyed with her. You laid claim to eating her. Thick flames and freezing ice chased her out of the estate and you lost track of her after accidently setting part of the forest on fire with your blood demon art. The apathy of the world was being drowned out by the hot, red feeling of pure rage. How could you be stupid as to lose the hashira? You were uppermoon two!
“Oh wow! You really set this part of the forest floor on fire!“ Douma's voice came from beside you as you stood angry in the forest. The creeping apathy of the world was momentarily drowned out by rage and you turned on your heel to where Douma was watching the small shrub crumble to ash.
“Did you get her?!“ You asked, nearly barking out the question.
“No. The sun—” Before you could hear what else he had to say in the light-hearted voice of his, you slammed your palm into his skull and the blood splattered onto the ground. Bits of brain and skull disintegrated and Douma staggered slightly from the hit before regenerating with a jovial look on his face.
“You lost the hashira?!“ You screamed as you slammed you fist back into his skull shattered it into small pieces of meat the resembled to small candies you used to eat as a child. Your claw-like nails dug into his body as his intestines seemed to spill out of him due to the slash you landed on him. You forced him onto the ground and mutilated him until he was nothing but blood and gore that resembled overdone rice that had been sitting in dirty water for hours. The stench of iron and burning flesh filled the area as you continued your relentless assault.
It didn't matter how many times he regenerated his body, you would beat and burn him into a mess. When you were finally done and your rage was simmering down, the faint crackling of his flesh boiling and pooping filled your ears. Bone, flesh, and meaty parts regenerated swiftly and whatever was spilt out of him was going to disintergrate into ash in the sun later.
“Are you having fun?“ He asked, looking up at where you sat on his hips. “How about—” You hit his jaw off with enough force to completely liquify the bone a sinew before standing up and storming off back to the estate to clean up from your bloody mess. The sun was quickly peeking over the horizon where earlier it had just started to fill the sky with a hint of light. The flames from your blood demon art fizzled out with each second the sun rose.
You were angry at yourself. How could you grow so careless as to let the butterfly escape? You knew the flames would be dangerous and they would melt your flesh from muscle in a mere minute. Why did you allow yourself to be so carefree with it where you knew there were plenty of places for it to burn freely?
Taking it out on Douma wasn't what you had intended to do, but you knew he did not care. He was like a doll that sat and did what you wanted it to do for your amusement. He would allow you to beat him into a thick soup should you desire it. You would allow him to do the same if he asked or just did it.
You remained silent that night as you peeled stringy meat from the bones of the woman that was blessed with ascension that night. Though the rage had long faded away, you remained slightly bitter about losing the hashira you wanted to eat. You might have even shared with Douma! You just had to go lose her in the forest.
Like all other things in life, you eventually got over your failure and returned back to a normal state. Falling back into a calm, unchanging state brought back the dull, lifeless colors of life. Days and years moved on with hardly any difference between them. People were eaten and collected. The seasons came and went.
When both you and Douma were teleported to the Infinity castle, you were quite surprised. It had been a long time since the last time an uppermoon meeting had been.
Daki and Gyutaro had been killed. It was a pity they had perished but, that is the way the world works. You let your brother do the majority of the talking and interacting with the other uppermoons. Akaza didn't seem to be happy to see either of you and was especially displeased to see Douma. Though he had a tendency to get under Akaza's skin.
As always, you weren't assigned any sort of task. Instead everyone else got a task which involved doing something interesting like atracking a swordsmith village. Surely needing two uppermoons for said task was overkill, but it wasn't your place to make those decisions.
Then, uppermoons four and five decided to go and get themselves killed. In a few weeks life had gotten more exciting then it had been in a long time. Then Muzan found the rat's nest he had been hunting for a long time. The remaining three and Kokushibo's pet were called to action. Muzan would deal with the rat problem and the remaining hashira would be split aming the rest of the uppermoons.
Or, thats how it was supposed to go. You weren't entirely sure what happen transpired, but you and Douma had ended up with one hashira and two extra demon slayers. Three demon slayers who came far, far too early in the plan.
You saw a butterfly one walk to where you knew Douma was gorging himself on the followers. You stalked her through the halls until she came upon Douma. The other two from earlier hadn't been anywhere near interesting so you might as well follow the butterfly one. The room was an absolute mess. The yearly mass ascension that usually happened was messier than you liked. Why did he have to make a mess of things? When the small woman the butterfly woman saved was sliced into large chunks and made an even bigger mess everywhere you decided to say something.
“Douma. Why do you have to make such a mess of things?“ You called from where you were standing behind the butterfly woman. “Saving people doesn't need to be so messy.“ The woman turned to face you with a a look of fury.
“But you heard him miss, we are here to listen should you need enlightenment and guidance. If there is something bothering you we will gladly listen.“
“Anything bothering me? You two are the ones who killed my sister, right? Don't you recognize this haori?“ Her voice was furious as she spat out her words. So she was related to the other butterfly woman?
“Ahh! You mean the butterfly girl from before? We missed out on eating her since the sun was coming up but we really wanted to eat her all up.“ Douma recieved a sword to the eye as the butterfly woman shot foward with a speed that you were slightly impressed with.
“She is rather fast.“ You muttered as she dodged out of Douma's blood demon art. Douma said something before spitting out a large amount of blood and the wound began to rot with wysteria poisoning. The woman was quick to slam the blade into your gut as she landed near you. You retaliated with hot flame and she managed to twist away from the worst of the flame and away from you.
You could feel the poison work its way through your body and you were forced to spit up blood much like your brother.
“Oh! I was able to decompose your poison.“ Douma cheerily said as he stood up and apologized. “This is going to be so much fun!“
Poison was certainly a unique experience. The very poison she had used was rotting out your insides and making you much weaker. While the sheer heat inside your blood would burn away the poison, it would take far longer for it to break down. The intense pain was something you hadn't quite felt before and you found yourself enjoying it. Even the ice your brother often maimed you with had nothing on the thrill of this new sensation. Even if he splattered you across the floor and walls it would be nothing compared to this. You heard you name called as you stood with blood pouring out your mouth.
“Are you having fun?“ Douma called. You only nodded and spit more blood. Funny how your own blood was something far better tasting than humans. The woman was impressive being able to take on the both of you and continue to poison both of you. Douma seemed to be doing modtly fine but after the fifth one, your body wasn't able to burn the poison fast enough. The poison's adaptive capabilities were keeping pace with your ability to filter the poison. It seems your unwillingness to eat at the rate your brother does has come to haunt you.
“The fifth one isn't working either? Wow, you don't look too well!“ Douma called to you. You were kneeling on the ground trying to spit up the poison in your system. You watched the woman steel herself and charge at Douma, breaking the bridge she was standing in from the sheer force of the attack. She stabbed Douma in the neck with her sword. Douma congratulated her before consuming her through his flesh. The first of the two demon slayers attacked Douma and he dodged with ease.
“That was fast! Can I ask for your name?“ Douma asked. You felt strange. The bond that held all demons together felt like someone important had just died. It was almost like Akaza had lost and become something else before he died. Douma commented on it before asking for the girl's name again.
“I am Tsuyuri Kanao.“ She said something else but you focused on trying to get the poison to filter from your body. Why won't it filter? Was your naturally boiling body temperature working against you and ampilfying the effects of the poison?
“Your twin is dying right in front of you and you can't even feel a thing. You're nothing but an empty shell. Its funny in a way. Why were you even born?“ You heard her laugh at her own remark. Your body was failing you and it struggled to even regenerate what was being damaged by the poison. It hurt so much. You couldn't even stand back up. Tsuyuri and Douma exchanged blows before a pig headed teen burst through the ceiling. You forced yourself up and attempted to use your blood demon art to force the two in a more favorable position for Douma.
You realized your mistake the moment you reached fit the flame and increased your body heat. The poison was amplified by the heat. It shouldn't have been possible, but the hashira had unknowingly created a poison that counteracted you. That was impressive.
You heaved thick chunks of your own intestine out and watched in fascination as the blood spilt out of you. If you were beheaded, could you even regenerate? The thought should terrify you, but you found yourself not caring about it. You found yourself welcoming it. The world has lost its luster and you found yourself wishing that you could escape it. If only demons didn't taste so foul to Douma, you would gladly let him consume you. You were almost jealous of the people that he had eaten.
The two demon slayers had turned their attention to you. If you died, that was one less demon to worry about. The poison had weakened you enough that these two could do it with no issues. You stood still and prepared yourself for their attacks. You would not leave Douma by himself. You loved him far too much to leave him willingly.
The pig boy's attacks were redirected by Douma and Tsuyuri had leapt between the one weak point left by the two when they exchanged blows. While you had blocked the first strike and Douma stopped the next, there had been a third that you could not avoid. The poison had weakened you far to much to react in time. This girl was fast, faster than her master. The blade sliced through your neck easily. You wouldn't normally wouldn't worry about such a blow, but the poison would kill you.
You crumbled onto the ground, unfeeling of the world around you. You were going to die, that much was plain now. You weren't like Daki and Gyutaro, you didn't the advantage of living as long as one of you were alive.
What were you going to do? You had nothing without Douma. You were nothing without him. Your entire being was all about him and what you two shared despite everything. Even if he couldn't feel, you did enough for the both of you between the bouts of gray in the world. He was your everything, your toy, your brother, your lover. How could you just leave him alone in this nightnare of a world?
“Its alright. You can leave him.“ Kotoha's voice came from above you. Why was she here? The one person who had both you and Douma attached to her. “There's more to life then just him.“ She held out her hand. Where was this dark place?
“I can't, I can't leave him. He's the color in this gray world.“ You just stared at her from where you laid. She looked just like she had when she ran.
“There was never color because you didn't look. He held you so tight and you never tried to look beyond what he offered. The world is scary, but you must learn to let go and heal from the wounds it gives you. You cannot live without pain, or else you end up in a world of gray. You were so scared of breaking things that you wouldn't even let them bend.“ She sighed. “Come on, I know there is some good in you without Douma.“
Her hand was warm when you took it. Could you really have the color in your life without him? You spent so much time with him that being without him was terrifying. But, you had to see the color. You wanted to find that happiness you felt so long ago. You wanted that same deal that you and Douma offered the followers of the Eternal Paradise Faith. Kotoha smiled as she helped you stand.
“You've done alot of bad things. The road ahead will be painful, but it'll be worth it, so don't be scared.“ She reassured. “Thank you for trusting me. You'll see what the world without Douma will be like. I think you'll enjoy the colors. But first, you must heal and pay retribution.“
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End notes.
This was a draft at two thousand words I meant to slap an ending on and ended up writing four thousand more words for. Oopsies.
In my opinion, Douma is not capable of any sort of healthy relationship. I can hardly even imagine the stuff with Kotoha happening, but it did. The only way I can imagine him having any sort of relationship and attachment is if you grew up with him. Then this happened.
This was dead dove before, but it got seriously weird. I actually really enjoyed finishing this out. What happens after the ending is mostly left up to you.
Fun fact, this originally had smut in it but I deleted it.
Reader is Kokushibo's child who has quite the interest in Kyojuro.
An unfinished work totaling at just over three thousand words. So unfinshed that you can see how I write my drafts.
See end for notes. -> I have about to say about this.
TW: Violence. forgive OOC. not proof read.
Gyokko did not dodge the attack. What was supposed to be a test from your sort-of but also not uncle might have resulted in his accidental death. A crow from one of the now dead demon slayers had gone for reinforcements at your command, leaving you to fight with upper moon. A test of your strength to both your father and the Demon Slaying corps. You towered over the wiggling form of your uncle. He was regenerating from where you beheaded him, interesting.
"I take it I passed?“ Your voice was quiet but firm in its question. You weren't sure how much more of a beating you could take. Your body hurt and burned from where your potted-fish uncle hit and sliced you. You watched him get angry and prattle on. He ranted about how he was a superior life-form and how you were lucky he wasn't taking you seriously nor was he allowed to kill you. Taking that as a yes to your question, you kicked him as far as you could into the field you were fighting in.
You ignored the screaming pain in your legs as you did so, instead, you opted to hobble back into the treeline where two hashira were appearing from. The poision from the water you were sliced with was beginning to dig its grip deeper into your body.
"It nothing serious! Just a little something that will amuse me!“ He had laughed when you had asked. What will it be this time? Hallucinations? Illness? Hysteria?
You felt yourself hit the grass beneath you. Intense drowsiness was taking place of any coherent thoughts. Sleep. The poison was putting you to sleep. How rude. Knowing that the demon wouldn't kill you, you decided to let sleep take you. The hashiras could deal with your childish uncle for awhile.
Waking to the smell of wysteria, you quickly decided that you would rather not be awake now. You felt awful and while the pain was manageable, it was still unpleasent. You must be in the a wysteria house, joy. You took a deep breath a forced yourself up. Sharp pain came from your sides and back.
"Ah, finally awake?“ An elderly woman and a younger woman walked into the room you laid in. The older woman's voice was kind a she set a water bowl on the ground next to you. Her assitant doing the same with her bowl and rag. It seemed to be midday outside.
"Rest now, dear. Let us clean those wounds for you.“ Cool water met your boiling skin and you sighed. As nice as it was, it made your skin crawl to be so vulnerable to those in the wysteria houses. The ladies tended to your wounds and allowed you to change into more suitable clothes. Much to their irratation you wandered around the room for awhile. You watched the hours pass with the sun. It was peaceful. No demon uncles being odd, no retarded messanger crow screaming in your—
"Message!“ Thunk! Speaking of crow, your stupid messanger crow slammed itself into the partially closed window. It scrambled up. “Message!“
"I am right here.“ You gritted out, headache beginning to form. You crow pattered up to you, ruffling its feathers in preparation. Gods give you strength, your crow seemed incapable of anything other than screetching as loud as it could.
"Report to the Ubuyashiki estate in three weeks! Repeat! Report to the Ubuyashiki estate in three weeks!“ Your crow pattered away from you before you could snatch it. Its claws clicked on the wood. It turned back to you, speaking calmly and in a quiet tone. “Congratulations on the promotion.“
Fluttering away, it landed in a nearby tree. One step closer to your final goal, if your crow was to go by. You must be a Hashira now if they promoted you. Good.
Three weeks blurred together and soon you were trudging your way to the Ubuyashiki estate, your crow guiding the way. While the wounds had largely sealed enough for travel, they ached. The ointment the healers at the wysteria house gave you was doing a poor job of relieving it.
The Ubuyashiki estate was large and grand. The large of amount of wysteria trees added to the beauty of the estate. You were greeted by a Kakushi who took you into the estate to meet the master himself. The man you met hasn't gone blind yet, but from the scar on his face you could tell it would be soon. He greeted you and led you to room so you both could have tea while you discussed.
“To come so close to defeating an uppermoon by yourself is an impressive task, especially for someone so young.“ He voice was kind and soft spoken. “It would be a honor to have you as our Moon Hashira, if you were willing to become it.“ You nodded in response.
"It would be an honor to serve.“ You replied evenly.
“Then let us discuss terms.“ The day passed easily as you discussed what being a hashira was with the man. “Do not forget, the next meeting is in two months. I will see you there.“ He said as you left. A mission was beind found and it wasn't long before you found yourself in the road again. You trailed in the direction your crow had flown off in to search for a hunt.
The teahouse you had eventually settled in was secluded and peaceful. You wouldn't think that inside the small teahouse was one of the most powerful demons to ever exist. There were a few other people scattered about talking. The demon in front of you was pretending to be a man. Your crow had gone to retrieve work and was to return by morning, you had told him. The dark haired man in front of you was intimadating to most, but he was comfort to you. You handed him a scroll.
“These are the directions to the estate and its location. Just as requested, Tou-san.“ You stated quietly. He took the scroll and opened it, studying it contents. He closed it back and hummed. Silence weighed over your table heavily.
"We are going to spar outside. Come.“ He blankly stated, standing up as he did so. Downing what remained of your tea and leaving money on the table, you followed him. He still pretended to be a man just in case your crow decided to come back. It would do no good to miss out on a job that would pay well.
And pay well it did, so well that Muzan himself had delayed his attack on the estate just so he could siphon money out of his enemy. A thing that wouldn't last long, you and your father had agreed. It was also out of character of the man to do such a thing, but even demons needed money so you did not ponder on it too long.
Days blended together and soon you found yourself back at the Ubuyashiki estate for the hashira meeting. The other hashiras had been overwhelming when they had finally gotten the chance to meet you. You had met the Sound Hashira before, having crossed paths. The insect and Earth Hashira had taken you back to the butterfly estate after the fight with the uppermoon, so that was three of however many hashira there were.
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It has been one hundred and thirteen years since the last upper moon meeting had been called. One hundred and thirteen years until today when upper six had died. Not even the near killing of your fish uncle had warranted a meeting. This was a meeting you wish you weren't forced to attend because Your Lord was incredibly furious. First, Akaza fails to kill the boy with the earrings and the hashira with him. Then, Uppermoon Six is killed. Furious didn't begin to cover it. You tried not to let your heart hurt at the thought of the young men and Kyojuro. Instead, you turned your attention to the others.
You watched your uncles prattle and taunt eachother. Akaza was on the verge of maiming Douma before Muzan finally arrived. You sat at the low table with your father before Muzan began to explain upper six's deaths and begin to give orders. The Swordsmith Village was to be attacked by upper moons four and five. The boy with the hanafuda earrings was too be killed and his sister brought to Muzan, immediately. The girl was too valuable to be killed.
“You are to give updates on where the boy and his sister are. If Gyokko and Hantengu are compentent, they will kill the boy and have his sister here by the end of the seige.“ Muzan ordered as you sat before him. “You have proven a useful investment, do not disappoint me.“
Something in your gut told you that they would not have the boy dead by the end.
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The boy, his sister, his friends, and three other Hashira were in the woods with you. You had thought this training would pass smoothly and you would have a decent way to improve yourself. While you were throughly entertained and enjoying spending time with your comrades, the end was not to go smoothly. Your father, Kokushibo had come, not as wandering swordsman, but as uppermoon one.
This is Muzan's way of retribution for your killing of uppermoon five. You had thought to yourself. You accidently kill one uncle with your fellow hashira and you are ordered to be killed.
When the moon shaped crescents of your father's blood demon art had appeared, you had yelled at the other slayers to move. Tanjiro, Nezuko, and their friends had been quick to dodge.
“That's Uppermoon One!“ Zenitsu screeched at the sight of the large swordsman. All six eyes on the demon's face looked to you and you motioned with your kitana for the others to flee.
“Go get the others.“ Your command had left no room for aruging and the slayers had fled to find the others. Your crow had followed, screaming about the unwelcome intruder. A tense silence filled the dark woods as your father studied you, assessing you. The faint echos of you crows screams grew more distant.
“Consider this your trial.“ It was the only warning you got before you were forced to dodge. Your father had always been quick, and you had learned to predict and try to keep pace with his speed. Impossible, considering your mortal status, but you did your best. You spent the majority of the fight on the defensive, dodging and weaving around the unmoving demon. You needed a moment to strike.
You spent what felt like hours, but was truly just minutes, dodging and avoiding the worst of the strikes that were flung at you. Most slayers wouldn't have been able to last as long as you did. While you did not have the advantage of a blood demon art to mix with your Moon Breathing, you did have the advantage of adaptability.
Perhaps if you used just a bit of Zenitsu's light footed speed, you could strike using the first form. Zenitsu was fast, even by your standards, and you were the fastest hashira. You saw it, the golden opportunity. You would need to use the basis of the first form of Thunder Breathing and then the first form of Moon Breathing. You steeled yourself, the bolted foward with a speed that had Kokushibo's eyes widening just a fraction.
You were forced to duck and roll at the tail end of your strike and so the cut that you caused did not remain at the neck. A swift kick had you rolling out into an open field. Kokushibo touched a hand to the edge of his neck and to his shoulder. You had landed a hit, not incredibly deep nor anywhere near bothersome, but impressive. He hadn't quite expected the sheer speed you had come at him with. He would need to take this slightly more seriously. Sending you to the corps had improved you, even by just margins.
He needed to see what else you had learned. The other slayers were nowhere near you two yet. He watched you stand up and could see the force of his kick had broken a rib or two. The dance began again and you managed to land strikes against him, whereas in the past you could hardly land any. He could catch glimpses of the use of other forms. Thunder, Water, Sound, but it always came back to one of the original forms of Moon Breathing. It was only when you had used a mixed form of Flame Breathing and Moon breathing that he cut the dance short. The wound you had landed had cut deep. A deep wound like the one you landed was something he hadn't felt in decades.
You were very obviously nearing your limit on how much you could take. The wounds you had suffered were taking a toll on you and the fight was dragging on. The thought of bright flaming hair and not wanting to die had kept you going. As you landed a blow that you knew was going to hurt, Kokushibo's claws had struck you deep within the stomach. You couldn't even stand and you crumpled to the ground in shock. It didn't hurt, not yet. The severity of the wound did mean you would bleed out quick, likely before the pain finally registered past the shock.
A shadow towered over you in the moonlight, you father gazed down impassively at your bloodied form.
“I have been given orders to turn you, should you prove worthwhile.“ He spoke. The slayers were just entering the field. He turned you over, ignoring your keen of agony. The stomach wound was deep, but you would live once your blood mixed with his. You had proven your worth, now it was time to truly join the folds of his family. He would improve you from there. Kokushibo cut his own arm and allowed the blood to spill into your mouth and wounds. Your struggling breaths were overtaken by the taste of blood and blurring vision.
There were shouts, but you felt yourself fading as the tingling burn in your body began to grow. Kyojuro was going to be so hurt at what you were to become.
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Kyojuro's father was a waste of a man. A man so drukenly lost in the grief of his past that he does not see those around him are more important than that of the past. He harmed those around him and thought nothing of what he did. A man your father would certainly be disgusted by.
His brother was on the opposite end of the rope. A sweet, caring boy who seemed to forgive actions that should not be forgiven. Kyojuro had invited you over to stay at his home after a mission nearby had gone on for far too long. The demon had been slippery, you would give it that. It was how you were introduced to the family and how you quickly formed an opinion of them.
Kyojuro and his brother worked around one another with ease and though you asked if they needed help with dinner, you were politely denied. Instead, you sat at the small table and watched as the two worked. Kyojuro brought drinks and fluttered between the kitchen and the small table where you sat.
Eventually, Senjuro brought the food to the table and dinner was served. It was a dish you didn't quite know what opinion you had of it, but you knew that it was good. You told Senjuro just as much and the boy had been happy at such a compliment. Eventually, dinner was finished and you managed to convince the two to at least let you help wiith the dishes. It was only fair since the two had cooked for you.
After that you all had settled back down at the tabke where you ate dinner earlier. The table was alight with conversation and though you weren't much of a talker, you did open up about some things. When the topic of family had come up, you didn't have much to say.
“What about your family?“ Kyojuro had asked after taking a story about he and Senjuro getting ino trouble as kids.
“I only really have my father. He is a quiet and patient man, some might even refer to him as distant. We aren't related by blood, and to this day I am unsure as to why he took me in. The master we served did not care as long as I was not a problem.“ You replied, sipping at the warm tea that had brought before you. “He was the one to teach me Moon Breathing.“
The conversation quickly moved on after that. Mainly it was Senjuro and Kyojuro speaking, but you didn't mind. The conversation winded down one the sun began to set and Kyojuro lead you to the guest room they you were staying in.
“If you need anything, do not be afraid to get me or Senjuro to help you!“ He had proclaimed in the loud way he often did. You nodded and smiled.
“You are too kind to allow me to stay here. Thank you again, Rengoku.“ You thanked politely. He bid you a goodnight and left you to settle down for the night. As you laid beneath the warm blanket your couldn't help but let your thoughts drift back to Kyojuro.
Rengoku Kyojuro was like the bright sun and a warm summer day. It had been hard to not crush on the man and you were beginning to wonder if the other Hashira knew just how much Kyojuro had you wrapped around his finger. He was the sun to your moon. The bright joy to your quiet, somber solitude. It was quite embarassing to harbor such a crush about your fellow demon slayer especially when others were nosier then they should be. Ugh, you may die of embrassment if you thought back to the mission with the Sound and Love Hashira. You can't believe they had said anything about it straight to your face.
Well, Uzui had. Mitsuri had just let out a sound of excitement after seeing your face darken with embarassment and you trying to dodge the question. They had kept it a secret but you had a sneaking suspicion that the others could see it too. You weren't even obvious about it, but the way you treat him must be quite different then how you treat the others.
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Notes:
"Forgive me. I don't want to do this, but powers greater than me have fated us to battle.“ -> The qoute that was to have inspired this.
Quite frankly, this has been in my drafts since the beginning of the year. I've slowly chipped away at this, but I just no longer have it in me to continue and finish this story out. In case you were curious, the basic plotline was like this.
Reader is Kokushibo's adoptive human child. The reasoning behind this wasn't fully thought out. It was along the lines of being bored and seeing a pathetic abandoned child and then deciding it's his now.
Reader is sent to spy on the demon slayer corps. Reader works their way up and after nearly killing an uppermoon is promoted to Hashira. There's more to that but its just killing lots of demons.
Reader falls for Kyojuro at a meeting and becomes helplessly in love.
Reader behind to have a crisis off having to choose between demon family and flame family.
Reader is forced to become a demon after upper six dies. They aren't really happy about that because now Kyojuro won't love them.
The Infinity castle happens and the reader chooses the flame family and humanity over the demons.
Reader and Kyojuro have happy ending and no hashiras die.
So yeah I was in it for the long haul but then I really lost interest in demon slayer. So here it is dumped into the story gutter unfinished and unedited. I want to keep it but i also need it out of my drafts. Perhaps if my love for Demon slayer is reignited I will come back to this one.
Klee gets a birthday surprise from her loving parent.
Fluff. About 1k words. Just a small family time story.
Reader is an elf and Klee's other parent. Gender neutral reader. This was something to get my brain going. It didn't work. Not proof read.
Your blond daughter sulked as she held Albedo's hand. You could faintly see her red dress in the distance as Albedo talked to one of the knights. She had no idea you were coming today. Typically, Alice was the one to come and visit for your daughter's birthday. You would love to spend more time with your pyromaniac of a child, but being an incredibly wanted being made you stray from her. The Heavenly Principals did not care who got in its way when it came to hunting it's criminals down.
But on this year, you decided too visit her, Heavenly Principals be damned. You hated not being in her life all the time, but her safety came first. As you approached, you could see more of her impatience seeping through her actions. Quietly, you snuck behind her and approached to snatch her into your arms. The knight seemed to only look at you for a fraction of a second before returning eyes back to Albedo. Good, if they had ruined this you may have ended up in jail this night.
Standing behind your unsuspecting daughter, you quickly took her into your arms and crushed her in a hug. Albedo let go of her and you lifted and twirled the squelling girl. You held her in one arm and rested her on your hip, dispairingly noting that she was getting too big for such things. Her face had easily lit up and she refused to let go of you.
“I take it you will have her for the day?“ Albedo asked to which you nodded.
“I will be able to stay for a few days.“ Albedo nodded at your repsonse both he and the knight parted ways woth you two. You looked to the elven girl you were holding.
“How about a round of fish blasting? We've got plenty of time before cake and presents.“ You asked as the girl's face grew even more excited before becoming crestfallen.
“But Jean said I couldn't go fish blasting today.“ She said, sounding sad at the fact that the Grandmaster had told her to not do something she loved. The Grandmaster had good reason as you knew fully well the destructive capabilites of your daughter. You set Klee down and took her hand, walking towards the gates of Mondtstat.
“What she does not know will not hurt her. If she has a problem, I will deal with it. Today is a big day and I will not see my daughter be sad. Especially since fishblasting was your mother's favorite game as a child.“ You both walked down the path for some time before Klee had wanted a piggyback ride.
“Your mommy loved to fish blast much bigger fishies and she often got into trouble because of it.“
“Really!?“
“I often had to break her out of her prison.“ It was just solitary confinement but your daughter didn't need to know that. “I was her knight in shining armor! She eventually couldn't keep fish blasting so she left it up to you to continue her work in fishblasting.“ You continued to tell stories about Alice's younger years and your daughter seemed enraptured by them. It was midday by the time you had arrived at the statue of the seven and began blowing up unsuspecting fish. They were small explosions only seeing as you did not want Jean being rather angry.
“How about we take a break from fish blasting and we shall have lunch.“ With a snap of your fingers a large basket of snadwhiches and fruits appeared by where you sat. “It has your favorites.“ A cry a joy came from your daughter and you both sat and had lunch.
By late afternoon the fish had been throughly blasted to shreds and you began to make your way back to Mondstat. You told your daughter stories about you and Alice's adventures and how Klee was just like her mother at her age. Alice's genes were strong, it was like she had decided to clone herself and call the clone her daughter. You tried not to sulk about that. Klee had needed a piggy back ride half way to Mond.
By the time you both got back to the house that Alice owned, it was nearly nighttime. If Kaeya and Albedo were doing the job you assigned them, the house should be decorated and ready to go. A surprise birthday party that will make your daughter's special day even better. The house was lit and when you turned into the dining room the party had been set up.
Those closest to Klee had gathered around the table and Klee had let out an cry of excitement that had your elven ears ringing. The sight of her mother had the small girl detaching herself from you.
“Mommy!“ She cried, running to the other elf in the room. When had Alice gotten here? The woman in red lifted her daughter up and turned towards the table.
“Happy birthday Klee. Jean and the others came with cake and presents that all belongs to you.“
Cake and presents went off without any problems. Jean and the other knights had gotten the girl plenty of gifts. The vast majority of the cake had been devoured and the party had worn Klee out enough that even the sugar hadn't been able to keep her awake. As the tiredness room over the girl's face the rest of the knights had filtered out of the home leaving your small family to be.
“I thought you were off to Nod-Krai?“ You asked your wife as you tucked Klee in that night. The small girl was completely wiped from the day and didn't stir at all as you gently wrapped her and Dodoco into the blanket.
“I had been, but then I thought about how special this birthday is to elves and I decided on a scenic route.“ She kissed your cheek as you left the room and closed the door. You both migrated towards your shared room to prepare for the night. You laid in bed that night and let your thoughts wonder.
“Do you think I will ever be able to hold a permenant part in her life?“ You asked as you laid you head onyour wife's shoulder. “I always feel so bad leaving her.“
“One day.“ You wife murmured as she combed her hands through your hair. “One day you will be free from being hunted, then you can spend everyday with her. She would love that.“ You closed your eyes and began to drift off to sleep, humming at her reply. You didn't need to ponder to hard on it now, you just needed to focus on what few days you could spend. You had tommorow to look forward to and if you worried you would not be able to enjoy it.
Angst, just a smidgen of comfort at the end. A light dusting of it, even.
Reader is implied to be dead.
Not proof read.
“Yuan the noodles are burning. The noodles are crying in pain please pay attention to them.“ Your voice carried in the kitchen where your husband was attempting to make your signature dish. He was trying to do two dishes at once and it was becoming obvious that he was struggling to do so. He turned to the dish on the stove and began to a stir the broth.
“Thank you for reminding me. I don't know how you do it.“ He thanked as he took the noodle dish off of a high heat.
“Do what, General?“ Jing Yuan would not admit that he had startled at the sound of his retainer's voice and turned to the older teen standing in the doorway of the kitchen. You weren't there, strange.
“Cook multiple dishes.“ As if it explained everything to his retainer. Jing Yuan looked around the kitchen wondering where you had gone. You were just there, he heard you speak. “Have you seen my dear lion, I could have sworn they were just here.“ The teen's face paled considerably but he just gave a smile.
“Of course! You were so distracted by the noodles that you didn't even hear them go to the market.“ He reassured the older man. He approached the man and looked down into the steaming pot on the counter. “I think you overcooked the noodles a bit too much.“
“That is why they must've gone to the market.“ Jing Yuan sighed. “I used the last of the noodles to try to make the dish they like.“ He usually did not ruin dinner in such a way these days, but his mind felt so muddled lately.
He did not remember the interaction or why he was making the dish in the first place.
The next time he saw you was at the pond you frequented for your breaks. The ducks swam happily in the pond, carefree and unburdened.
“Its been a long time since you've fed them.“ He spoke to you as he approached. You were casual clothes this day and watched the ducks with interest.
“It has. If you have any bread or small treats you can feed them for me. You are the bird master after all.“ He stood by your side and watched the birds flutter around. He have a soft laugh at your comment.
“Bird master I may be, but you are an aeon in their eyes. You made them quite greedy for bread.“
“Yeah, I did.“ Your voice was soft and a peaceful silence fell over the two of you. The ducks fluttered and splashed in the water and he found himself losing track of time.
“Jing Yuan!“ Fu Xuan's voice snapped him out of his duck induced trance and he turned to her with a soft smile. She stood by him seemingly annoyed, but he knew she wasn't truly annoyed. “I've been calling for you! You didn't even hear me approach!“
“My apologies, my sweet lion and I were just watching the ducks. You know how much they enjoy such things.“ Her annoyed face turned briefly grim before she sighed.
“I know you have retired,” she began, “but I could use some advice. If you don't mind coming with me back to the Seat of Divine Foresight, I can fill you in on what is going on.“
“Of course, did you hear that my lion?“ He turned back to see you weren't there. You must've had something major happen to leave so suddenly. Oh, but it wouldn't be the first time you had to leave without a word due to an emergency. Hopefully you would return by nightfall.
When he returned home that evening, he found Yanqing in the kitchen. The boy, or man now he supposed since he was nearly a full grown adult, was making evening tea like he had when he was younger. The boy's shoulders shook and Jing Yuan approached to see if he was alright.
“Making tea? You must be feeling nostalgic.“ Yanqing turned to the sound of the older man's voice. His face was red with tearstreaks and his eyes red rimmed from them. “Are you alright?“
“Sorry, I got to thinking about old times.“ Yanqing wiped at his face with his sleeves and turned back to the tea brewing on the stovetop. The boy was trying to keep composed, that much was obvious. “If you want to go to the table, it's almost done. I will bring it out there.“
“If you are feeling that way, then I will not stop you.“
A short while later they sat at the table that laid under a canopy just outside the house. The evening sun gently casted its warm glow on the three cups on the table. Jing Yuan looked to the blonde man beside him and worried.
“Are you alright? You know that you do not need to hold it in if you need to cry, whatever the reason may be.“ The boy turned to him, eyes washed with unshed tears.
“I know.“ He replied, looking away and down towards his clenched fists.
“Come here. My lion says a hug can make rainy days better.“ Before he could get another word out, Yanqing had nearly flung himself into the older man's arms. Jing Yuan gently rubbed the boy's back as the boy's shoulders shook with quiet sobs. “Its alright. Whatever worries you shall pass.“
They sat there for some time and long after the sun had finally set. Yanqing released Jing Yuan and stood, wiping tears away as he did so.
“Feel better?“ Jing Yuan asked, standing with the boy. He got a nod in response.
“Thank you and I'm sorry.“ Yanqing tried to apologize but Jing Yuan just smiled.
“It's not a problem, its better out then in. Now, go get cleaned up and should you need someone to listen in the morning, we can discuss then. It's getting late, get some sleep.“ He stated and gently ushered the boy away towards his rooms. He enjoyed the quiet night scenery before finally making it to your shared room.
You were not there, but it must a long night. He laid in bed, dozing gently. The weight if the bed shifted slightly and he saw you laying in the bed next to him.
“Long day?“ He asked.
“Very. We can talk about it tommorow. Go back to bed, dear.“ You replied, laying your head on his chest and cozying up next to him. “Love you, Yuan.“
“Love you too.“
But that next morning would not come for him, just like it hadn't come for you all those years ago. At least he could rest by your side forevermore and no longer would he have to miss your loving arms. No longer would he be haunted by the memory of what was.
Meant to be more than a snack it ended up being but I lost motivation.
It was snowing in Snezhnaya, just as it always did. But on this day, it was especially harsh and it had taken an extra half hour Pantalone to get home. An extra half hour he could have spent in your warm loving arms. An extra half hour he could have spent at home. He entered the large estate he bought as a wedding gift some years back and shook off the snow from his cloak. The house was kept warm by one of the few remaining maids and Pantalone disrobed the extra layers he was wearing and hung them by the door. A maid would come by to clean and dry them.
The house was quiet even with the soft fluttering of the maids keeping the house warm. A bath had been set and kept warm by said maids and he made quick work of bathing and cleaning himself from the days work.
You were sitting beneath the covers on your shared bed by the time he made it to your shared room. You were carefully making something with your fingers, the strings on your fingers were woven through eachother with practice. A charm perhaps? You paused in your crafting and gazed upward, looking at him but not seeing him, not quite. The elemental energy buzzed around him and it was how you saw him, not by sight, but by energy. The energy around him floated lazily and showed signs of exhuastion.
You watched him for a moment as he set hits glasses on the nightstand that was on his side of the bed.
You set the charm you were making down onto the nightstand beside the bed as he climbed onto the bed. He covered himself with the thick blankets and sheets before laying his head upon your lap. You both settled and you carded your hand through his still slightly damp hair.
“Was it a long day?“ You asked.
“It was one that involved both The Rooster and The Doctor.“ He sighed, not going into much more detail.
“A very long day then.“ You hummed, allowing silence to fall over the two of you. “But, if this snow keeps up, then you may not be able to go in tomorrow. It would be such a shame if my husband had to stay in all day and stay in our nice warm bed.“ He smiled at your not so obvious hint.
“Is that your prediction for the weather? If so, it would be very unfortunate that I must stay inside and dote on my lover.“
“The Tsaritsa always trusts my predictions, and I think the snow will keep you home tomorrow.“ You stated. You waved the dimming candle by your bed out and began to settle in to sleep for night. You laid down further into the sheets and once you settled, Pantalone curled into your side. He laid his head on your chest and quickly settled into sleep.
He was warm, even with his damp hair. You gently ran your hands through the dark strands and tried to settle into sleep yourself. The worries you had earlier could fade away for the night and you could rest in warm arms.
