tags: 18+ minors dni. yandere behavior, abuse of power, abuse of position, humiliation, marking, spanking, f!receiving oral, fem reader, fingering, fxf only.
synopsis: being the qixing’s plaything wasn’t something you wanted, it was something you earned whether on purpose or not.
thinking strongly of yandere qixing - (beidou, ningguag, yelan). just you being the lowly maid, at the bottom of the toting poll of those around her excellency the lady tianquan. your gentle nature brings you to her, crimson eyes watching behind the gold folds of her fan as you raise a bee to a blooming flower. she finds that she must have you - you are as soft a flower’s petals ; a luxury made only for most outstanding in wealth and strength. unfortunately as you enter her palm you soon gain the eyes of the other two women you sit higher on her palm.
yelan is as dangerous as she is beautiful, the orchid that blooms in the milk light of moon grows enamored with you who sleeps in the sun unaware of her gaze that is liked to the green ores that hide in the land of geo. you met her multiples, making herself hidden by the faces of others and you find the most fear that strikes in your delicate heart is when she appears before you as her truer self. dressed in elegant night blue under the eyes of ningguag herself; and as she ruins your cunt, leaving your cunt numb and sodden as her fingers pull gossamer strands of your slick - you should have learned that no matter how beautiful rubies and emeralds are they are still steadfast as stone.
beidou undeservingly earns your title of your hero, only for it to be thrown back in your face. the uncrowned lord of the seas faces victim to the fuzz of your sweetness and find that she much more enjoys how you come to her crying into her strong arms seeking her comfort than setting you free. as if you could ever find freedom from the two women that keep you in between their closed hands. you often find that beidou can be the cruelest, taking unfiltered joy in your embarrassment at your shameful arousal as she prods at your body with her calloused hands on her ship surrounded by her crew. everyone has such high praise to spout about the unfathomable captain of the crux - if they see you, face hot and wet with tears as the inexcusable wet noises coming from between you two at the table who are they to say anything? you always cum anyways, half the crew thinks you be grateful the other pities you.
you often find yourself weeping at the game these three women play, each other touching you, petting you, cooing at you like you are some pet than a person. ningguag and how she makes you prance around in a indecent skirt cleaning her chambers until they shine, how she makes you clean her most intimate parts with your pink tongue. you swear you can taste the tang of her cunt for days after. yelan who whatever purpose makes you her canvas, taking you across her lap - spanking you until the plush of your ass grows numb, fucking you dumb with plethora of toys you don’t notice the bite marks that dance up to your cheek. you don’t sit right for days after yelan is done with you.
these women - beautiful and serving women find you to be their perfect opposite; the average, the unaware and the regular person who is unexceptionally living their life with gentleness they could never afford. maybe thats why they long to have you, even if you don’t have the courage to admit that you long for them too. you always come back, you are always there for them no? what else can they do but to partake in your body, heart and soul like the fruit off a tree.
HI!! I LOVE UR WORK <33 may i req mafuyu w a reader that’s shy n gets flustered easily >__< thank u 💗
-> 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞
You can’t help but be a bit nervous, after all, Mafuyu is fairly popular. But you wouldn’t expect your nervousness around her to turn into this…
Cw - ooc mafuyu (idk how i did this after reading 2 of her focuses.) swearing, kiss kiss smooch smooch, messy writing I think idk…
Genre - fluff
It wasn’t like you hated Mafuyu or anything, but for some reason, you could never be around her. It certainly gave the wrong impression whenever you quietly or loudly went somewhere else whenever Mafuyu was around. But who could hate that second year? She’s far too likable and charismatic for someone to hate her without reason.
Rumors spread everywhere about you and Mafuyu, even though you’ve never personally met her. Some were better than others, but the… interesting… ones piqued yours and Mafuyu’s interest.
“I heard (Name) and Asahina are secretly dating, that’s why (Name) always runs away when she’s around. They’re too scared to give it away!”
What the hell?
That was certainly a new one, but just who the hell did they hear that from? You and Mafuyu, dating? Together? In a relationship? It was just so…
“Hey, (Name), your face is all red… do you have a fever or something?”
Ah, of course. Only Airi would notice something so small, your face couldn’t be as red as she was making it out to be. Right?
“Oh my, (Name) almost looks like an apple!”
“Usually we say tomato, Shizuku. But yeah, do you need us to take you to the nurse?”
You hastily pulled your phone out your pocket, opening the camera app and checking your face. And oh…
You did look as red as a tomato.
Did thinning about that rumor make you like this? It was just a rumor, you weren’t even thinking about dating Mafuyu. Just the idea of others thinking you are…
“Er, I think I’m good. I feel fine, aha… I think it’s time I get home though, bye!”
“Oh alright, seeya later (Name)!”
You couldn’t bare to pay attention to any whispers around you, you just had to get out of school. It’s not like the rumors bothered you or anything, you actually couldn’t care less. But what if Mafuyu cares? Just thinking about her makes your face heat up.
What the hell is wrong with you? You haven’t even met her one on one yet! It felt wrong and creepy, crushing on your classmate like this. But…
“(Name), may I speak with you for a moment?”
Speak of the devil. How could she sound so graceful but serious at the same time?
You followed her lead to an empty classroom nearby. You felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest, what could this be about other than the rumors? Is she telling you how much she hates you because of them?
Being alone with Mafuyu was enough for you to go beet red, this was so embarrassing… you have to face her on your own. You didn’t expect for it to be like this, under these circumstances…
“I’m assuming you’ve heard these… rumors… as well. There’s a bunch, but I assume you know the one I’m implying?”
Right, the girlfriend one. How could you not know that one…
“Ah.. y-yes.. that one. Um, Asahina- I’m sorry if that creeps you out at all, you know? I’m sure you’re weirded out.”
“Why would I be weirded out?”
“Well, you know, people think we’re d-dating… and trying to keep it a secret. But this is the first time we’ve spoken one on one. I get it if you-“
“Oh (Name), I wanted to say the same about you. I thought you would be weirded out, but I’m not. Are you perhaps?”
“N-no! Not at all haha…”
You’re embarrassing yourself. This is so overwhelming…
“I see…”
A strange silence coated the room. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t not awkward. Neither of you were moving, but neither of you knew what to say next.
“You’re very obvious, you know that?”
talk about blunt.
“Obvious? About what…?”
“You can’t fool me or yourself (Name), I see what’s going on here. These rumors have made you think of me differently, haven’t they?”
Mafuyu’s mood changed drastically, from sweet and innocent to blunt and cold. Does she hate you now? What is she even talking about?
“Think of you differently? Um, I’m not quite sure what you mean Asahina.”
She sighed and stood still for a moment, just a moment. You could have never predicted her next move, not in a million years.
Mafuyu Asahina was kissing you.
On the lips.
You stood awkwardly, not being able to move from the shock. Who knew Mafuyu was so bold?
She pulled away seconds later, with no reaction on her face. Did she seriously not realize what she just did? No blush or anything, just a blank stare.
“Come visit my archery club after school instead of leaving now.”
“I- okay! Uh, I’ll be there?”
She nodded, making her way to the classroom door. But once again, you couldn’t predict her.
“And by the way (Name), I feel the same. That rumor might have been a good thing for both of us. Call me Mafuyu from now on instead of Asahina.”
She left the classroom, leaving you speechless. What just happened?
Though, you can’t complain over Mafuyu kissing you.
HI!! I LOVE UR WORK <33 may i req mafuyu w a reader that’s shy n gets flustered easily >__< thank u 💗
-> 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞
You can’t help but be a bit nervous, after all, Mafuyu is fairly popular. But you wouldn’t expect your nervousness around her to turn into this…
Cw - ooc mafuyu (idk how i did this after reading 2 of her focuses.) swearing, kiss kiss smooch smooch, messy writing I think idk…
Genre - fluff
It wasn’t like you hated Mafuyu or anything, but for some reason, you could never be around her. It certainly gave the wrong impression whenever you quietly or loudly went somewhere else whenever Mafuyu was around. But who could hate that second year? She’s far too likable and charismatic for someone to hate her without reason.
Rumors spread everywhere about you and Mafuyu, even though you’ve never personally met her. Some were better than others, but the… interesting… ones piqued yours and Mafuyu’s interest.
“I heard (Name) and Asahina are secretly dating, that’s why (Name) always runs away when she’s around. They’re too scared to give it away!”
What the hell?
That was certainly a new one, but just who the hell did they hear that from? You and Mafuyu, dating? Together? In a relationship? It was just so…
“Hey, (Name), your face is all red… do you have a fever or something?”
Ah, of course. Only Airi would notice something so small, your face couldn’t be as red as she was making it out to be. Right?
“Oh my, (Name) almost looks like an apple!”
“Usually we say tomato, Shizuku. But yeah, do you need us to take you to the nurse?”
You hastily pulled your phone out your pocket, opening the camera app and checking your face. And oh…
You did look as red as a tomato.
Did thinning about that rumor make you like this? It was just a rumor, you weren’t even thinking about dating Mafuyu. Just the idea of others thinking you are…
“Er, I think I’m good. I feel fine, aha… I think it’s time I get home though, bye!”
“Oh alright, seeya later (Name)!”
You couldn’t bare to pay attention to any whispers around you, you just had to get out of school. It’s not like the rumors bothered you or anything, you actually couldn’t care less. But what if Mafuyu cares? Just thinking about her makes your face heat up.
What the hell is wrong with you? You haven’t even met her one on one yet! It felt wrong and creepy, crushing on your classmate like this. But…
“(Name), may I speak with you for a moment?”
Speak of the devil. How could she sound so graceful but serious at the same time?
You followed her lead to an empty classroom nearby. You felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest, what could this be about other than the rumors? Is she telling you how much she hates you because of them?
Being alone with Mafuyu was enough for you to go beet red, this was so embarrassing… you have to face her on your own. You didn’t expect for it to be like this, under these circumstances…
“I’m assuming you’ve heard these… rumors… as well. There’s a bunch, but I assume you know the one I’m implying?”
Right, the girlfriend one. How could you not know that one…
“Ah.. y-yes.. that one. Um, Asahina- I’m sorry if that creeps you out at all, you know? I’m sure you’re weirded out.”
“Why would I be weirded out?”
“Well, you know, people think we’re d-dating… and trying to keep it a secret. But this is the first time we’ve spoken one on one. I get it if you-“
“Oh (Name), I wanted to say the same about you. I thought you would be weirded out, but I’m not. Are you perhaps?”
“N-no! Not at all haha…”
You’re embarrassing yourself. This is so overwhelming…
“I see…”
A strange silence coated the room. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t not awkward. Neither of you were moving, but neither of you knew what to say next.
“You’re very obvious, you know that?”
talk about blunt.
“Obvious? About what…?”
“You can’t fool me or yourself (Name), I see what’s going on here. These rumors have made you think of me differently, haven’t they?”
Mafuyu’s mood changed drastically, from sweet and innocent to blunt and cold. Does she hate you now? What is she even talking about?
“Think of you differently? Um, I’m not quite sure what you mean Asahina.”
She sighed and stood still for a moment, just a moment. You could have never predicted her next move, not in a million years.
Mafuyu Asahina was kissing you.
On the lips.
You stood awkwardly, not being able to move from the shock. Who knew Mafuyu was so bold?
She pulled away seconds later, with no reaction on her face. Did she seriously not realize what she just did? No blush or anything, just a blank stare.
“Come visit my archery club after school instead of leaving now.”
“I- okay! Uh, I’ll be there?”
She nodded, making her way to the classroom door. But once again, you couldn’t predict her.
“And by the way (Name), I feel the same. That rumor might have been a good thing for both of us. Call me Mafuyu from now on instead of Asahina.”
She left the classroom, leaving you speechless. What just happened?
Though, you can’t complain over Mafuyu kissing you.
⊱ you asked Emu to pass you something from your desk and that's when she noticed some of your drawings laying around or she accidentally looked into the wrong spot and found them
⊱ she'll definitely ask if she can hang at very least one of your drawings next to her bed, desk or even on the fridge
"These look so Wonderhoy! Can I keep one of them? Pretty please! I promise to take good care of them!"
⊱ if you only like drawing and not drawing yourself then she'll ask some people for the best art exhibitions available and trust me when I say she finds only the best ones
"Someone recommended me this exhibition! They said that it's really big, and my brothers even told me they were there once!"
⊱ Nene put one of her games at your desk and then while picking it up, she saw a peek of your drawing and couldn't help her curiosity and asked you about it, and if you let her, she'd also like to have a little look at your art
⊱ once she discovered that you can draw, she compliments you a lot and later on she decides to ask you if you can draw her comfort character from one game she really liked, she wanted to ask you about it at the beginning but didn't wanted to make a fuss over it so it took her some time to say it out loud
"Hey, it's alright if you don't want to but... would you mind drawing this character? It can even be a quick sketch if you want!"
⊱ if you don't like drawing yourself but so enjoy art, she may not look eagerly for art exhibitions but she does show you art she found on internet to know your opinion since you can catch many interesting details
"What about this one? It doesn't have that detail you don't like, does it?"
⊱ Kohane showed you a lot of her photos even tho she was a little shy about it at first so why wouldn't you show her your drawings as well? So she got to know your passion thanks to you telling her
⊱ she'll compliment every single one of your drawings and if you ever would have no inspiration, she'd love to show you some pretty places or show you some of her photos as references for your art
"How about this place that I took picture of? We can go there tomorrow and you can paint the scenery there!"
⊱ if you don't like drawing but do enjoy art, she'll try her best to find some art exhibitions but it may take her a while since she wants to make sure that they're going to be enjoyable for you
"I found an art exhibition that will have place in this city and it seems pretty good! Would you like to have a look there with me?"
⊱ An saw some of your sketches that you drew when you were waiting for her to end all the cafe work she had to do
⊱ of course she complimented your art if she saw it and if you will draw some easy art, she'll also try to recreate it ar your coffee
"One special coffee inspired by my pretty artist! How do you like it? Do you think I recreated it right?"
⊱ if you don't like drawing yourself but do enjoy art then be ready she'll ask every single person she knows and customers if they know any good art exhibition, and then will share them with you
"So they told me that there will be an art exhibition around next weekend and it sounds super good!"
⊱ you often have lazy dates with Kanade when the two of you work on your own things, and on one of those dates she catched you looking at some drawings, and was interested so she decided to ask you a little more about it
⊱ she will always give you her honest opinion and express how your drawings make her feel, even if she doesn't like the style or theme you're going for, she's still very supportive
"When I look at it I feel like I'm being comforted by angel... it's a food thing of course!"
⊱ if you like art and not drawing yourself, she'll find some art on internet and show you them since she won't go on any art exhibitions with you
"I found some arts that have similar style to those drawings you liked. So how do you feel about them?"
⊱ Mafuyu discovered your passion for art also thanks to you since you're the one who talks the most in your relationship
⊱ she will often compliment your art but she also won't hold back what she thinks about it. She also will say what she feel about it if she does feel anything
"I don't see anything bad about it but... I feel something... fuzzy in my chest... I don't think it's a bad thing tho."
⊱ if you don't like drawing but do enjoy art, she'll find some art exhibitions through her friends, classmates and maybe even teachers, and best thing is her mom will definitely let her go there with you
"I found some art exhibition that even my art teacher recommended me so it can be good. Would you like to go there with me this weekend?"
⊱ Ena showed you her drawings so naturally she discovered your passion for art pretty quick, be it that you told her or she found some drawings laying on your desk
⊱ first thing that came to her mind are drawing dates, be it that you two draw the same scenery or each other, and if you agree she couldn't be happier
"Really?! You'd like my idea about art date? Ah, I can't wait for that! Let's go to that one park I recently have been in with my group!"
⊱ if you don't like to draw but do like art, she'll always ask for your opinion about her art before she sends it to anyone else or post it anywhere
"What do you think about this drawing? Should I add or change anything? It just doesn't feel right..."
hey hey!! May i possibly request pjsk girls with a reader who loves drawing/art? Have a lovely day!! <3
Hello, my darling anon! I absolutely love your idea but there's overally 15 girls so I had to make 2 parts out of it. I'll post 2nd part the next day this will be posted! But anyway I know it's short but I hope you enjoy either way <3
PJSK girls with reader who loves art part.1
Tag List: @qwnelisa - come get your charming idol~
⊱ Ichika didn't noticed your love for art at first, it's later on when she walked into your room for the first time and saw a bunch of drawings on your desk and she's absolutely impressed by your skills
⊱ definitely will ask if you can draw Miku or if you have any drawing of her, and if you do then she'll also ask if she can keep those drawings
"Your art is so pretty! Do you have any drawings of Miku? And if so, can I see them?"
⊱ if you just like art and don't really like to draw, she'll gladly show you some of her favorite fan arts and also will gladly see some of your favorite arts
"I recently found this new fan art of Miku and other VIRTUAL SINGERS, and I thought that this may interest you a little!"
⊱ Saki noticed doodles in your notebook you borrowed her since she wanted to catch up on some lessons, and she couldn't blame you for doodling in class but... they seemed really professional!
⊱ when she notices yes u draw a lot, she'll compliment and find something she adores in EVERY SINGLE art of yours
"I love the way you accented those clouds in this one! They seem so fluffy, I just want to hug them!"
⊱ if you're only interested in art and not in drawing yourself tho, she'll ask everyone she knows for good art exhibition, and will gladly go there with you
"Hey YN! Guess what?! I found a really cool art exhibition that will have place in this week! Do you want to go there?"
⊱ Honami found some of your drawings when she was helping you clean your place, it didn't had to be REALLY messy, she just wanted to help you with house work after stressful day
⊱ after seeing how good you can draw, she's really impressed by your skills and that you're so patient for activity like this
"You really drew this?! Wow... you must be really patient then! Whenever I try to draw it always turns out badly..."
⊱ if you don't draw and just like art, she will take you on a bunch of art exhibitions, she often gets informed about new events thanks to her job, so you can be sure she'll suggest something good
"I heard that there will be an art exhibition and it'll be held by the same person who held that great exhibition we couldn't come to last year!"
⊱ Shiho noticed how saw some of your drawings on calm dates of yours when you spend time in comfortable silence and she didn't mind, you liked it so she supported you
⊱ if you share your drawing with her and ask her for honest opinion then don't expect her to hold back, sure you might be her lover but she'll still give you friendly criticism
"It's not bad... but I feel like this part ruins the whole drawing... I can't tell what's wrong tho since I don't know much about art... maybe try adding some more colors?"
⊱ if you only like art and don't actually draw, she'll gladly listen to you about it all and definitely will explore a little more about artist you're interested in the most
"I checked that artist you liked and I really like this one painting of theirs. What's your opinion on it?"
⊱ Minori once asked if you know anything about art because her groups next stream was supposed to have art theme and luckily for her, you did!
⊱ if you showed her your drawings, she's absolutely amazed by your skills and will compliment every single one of your drawings
"I didn't knew you could draw like that! They're so pretty! Can you show me your sketches as well?"
⊱ if you're only interested in ary and don't actually draw, she still would like to know your favorite artist so she can share them with her group
"These are drawings of your favorite artist? They're so pretty! I'm sure everyone on stream will love it as well!"
⊱ Haruka was telling you about book she read recently and really liked, and you couldn't help but remember drawing you had about the same or very similar topic to her book
⊱ if you show her some of your drawings, she definitely would be amazed by you and will ask if you have any recommendations on logo she wanted to give her group merch on social media
"Your skills are really impressing! Do you have any idea how to make my groups logo look better?"
⊱ if you don't actually like to draw and just like art, she'll show you some drawings she found for your opinion, after all she'd like to know your likes and dislikes in art so she can find some exhibitions you'd like to visit
"I recently found this drawing and really wanted to know your opinion about it."
⊱ Airi saw some of your drawings when she was hanging out at your place and was looking for some of her lipstick she left at your place
⊱ she honestly was pretty amazed by how well you can draw and will ask you if you can help her design some of the decorations she thought for her groups next performance
"Hey, listen there. I thought about making some hearts since it'll be a love song but I don't want some basic hearts!"
⊱ if you're only interested in art and not on drawing yourself then she still thinks you can help her with decorations just by expressing your opinion (she'd also like to introduce you with Ena)
"Hey, I recently drew a little sketch for our next performance and thought that maybe some friendly criticism would be nice!"
⊱ Shizuku always wanted to know about your interests so she probably discovered your passion for art very quickly
⊱ naturally first thing she did was ask if you had any drawings and if you did, she'd absolutely love to see them. And once you do show her, she won't stop complementing how good artist you are
"These are so pretty! I can see all the passion you put into this! And all the colors are making me so happy just be looking at them! And this part is..."
⊱ if you're not interested in drawing but are interested in art then be ready that she'll find you MANY art exhibitions, which is why some of them aren't really good but it's the thought that count, right?
"I found so many art exhibitions and they're all close! We can even have our date there!"
cw; fem reader. angst ! — lowercase writing intended, shouting, jealous reader, oblivious killjoy, hurt w/ no comfort, ( moss is the other woman MOSS IS THE OTHER WOMAN, sorry moss is really in love with killjoy )
⠀⠀( dialing . . . ) — the other woman | klara 'killjoy' böhringer x reader
arriving back to the protocol, giddy with joy killjoy made her way to your room. she was happy she was finally back at the base, able to see you and tell you all the things that happened on her mission while saving skye.
"where is y/n?" the empty room with one maintenance guy standing in the middle, ticking on some kind of paper with his pen was the only thing she found in your room. "no idea, last i saw she was signing some kind of papers with sage."
so she headed down to the office areas where you might have been with sage and what kind of papers? surely you never handed your papers to sage yourself, you always leave them on your office desk so she can pick them up when she pleases or has time to.
the elevator ride seemed longer than it usually did
"where are you going?" you turned your head at her voice, sighing before handing the papers and pen to sage who nodded, and gave your shoulder a squeeze while trying to hold tears back, or at least it looked like that to killjoy.
"away, killjoy."
"come on, y/n. you never call me killjoy..." then reality hit killjoy like a train wreck. "you are leaving the protocol... why? when were you going to say goodbye?" the german attempted to step closer to you but you took a step back, keeping the distance between the two of you. she didn't understand why. maybe she didn't want to but hoped that you would tell her like you always tell her everything.
"i am leaving without a goodbye. don't try to convince me otherwise. don't look for me, send me messages, try to hack my files- leave. me. alone." your tone was cold, face empty of emotions and even if killjoy insisted on that she saw your lips quiver as you told her off, you turned to leave so fast there were no words coming out of her to try and hold you up.
killjoy watched you leave, she watched her best friend leave without an explanation, and the world somehow made no sense. it was as if it stopped spinning, or if it was turned upside down and gravity became stronger than it was before. klara's shoulders sank down, her lips parting to try and shout after you even though you have disappeared a few minutes ago already.
a few days must have passed as klara sit in front of her computer, debating if she should break into your files and see for herself what was happening with you since no one was giving her answers.
reading over the last report was what caught her eyes, you almost got trapped in the facility you were supposed to scout out when out of nowhere your and her omega counterpart appeared. they haven't seem to be causing too big of trouble other than picking on the lower rank agents who were putting the radianite boxes together for shipment.
'[...]the two mirror agents continued their abuse of their agents until engaging in romantic behaviors and gestures such as kissing, hand holding, and inappropriate whispering. [...]'
cw; fem reader. angst ! — lowercase writing intended, shouting, jealous reader, oblivious killjoy, hurt w/ no comfort, ( moss is the other woman MOSS IS THE OTHER WOMAN, sorry moss is really in love with killjoy )
⠀⠀( dialing . . . ) — the other woman | klara 'killjoy' böhringer x reader
arriving back to the protocol, giddy with joy killjoy made her way to your room. she was happy she was finally back at the base, able to see you and tell you all the things that happened on her mission while saving skye.
"where is y/n?" the empty room with one maintenance guy standing in the middle, ticking on some kind of paper with his pen was the only thing she found in your room. "no idea, last i saw she was signing some kind of papers with sage."
so she headed down to the office areas where you might have been with sage and what kind of papers? surely you never handed your papers to sage yourself, you always leave them on your office desk so she can pick them up when she pleases or has time to.
the elevator ride seemed longer than it usually did
"where are you going?" you turned your head at her voice, sighing before handing the papers and pen to sage who nodded, and gave your shoulder a squeeze while trying to hold tears back, or at least it looked like that to killjoy.
"away, killjoy."
"come on, y/n. you never call me killjoy..." then reality hit killjoy like a train wreck. "you are leaving the protocol... why? when were you going to say goodbye?" the german attempted to step closer to you but you took a step back, keeping the distance between the two of you. she didn't understand why. maybe she didn't want to but hoped that you would tell her like you always tell her everything.
"i am leaving without a goodbye. don't try to convince me otherwise. don't look for me, send me messages, try to hack my files- leave. me. alone." your tone was cold, face empty of emotions and even if killjoy insisted on that she saw your lips quiver as you told her off, you turned to leave so fast there were no words coming out of her to try and hold you up.
killjoy watched you leave, she watched her best friend leave without an explanation, and the world somehow made no sense. it was as if it stopped spinning, or if it was turned upside down and gravity became stronger than it was before. klara's shoulders sank down, her lips parting to try and shout after you even though you have disappeared a few minutes ago already.
a few days must have passed as klara sit in front of her computer, debating if she should break into your files and see for herself what was happening with you since no one was giving her answers.
reading over the last report was what caught her eyes, you almost got trapped in the facility you were supposed to scout out when out of nowhere your and her omega counterpart appeared. they haven't seem to be causing too big of trouble other than picking on the lower rank agents who were putting the radianite boxes together for shipment.
'[...]the two mirror agents continued their abuse of their agents until engaging in romantic behaviors and gestures such as kissing, hand holding, and inappropriate whispering. [...]'
Headcanon:- Calling someone you close/love by their full/real name can sometime strike fear inside them.
Warning: Pure Crack , some characters real name spoiler.
Characters:- Zhongli , Raiden , and Venti
ZHONGLI:
You stare at the bill passed to you by Shitou, apparently, your husband just spends thirty thousand mora on a few boxes of jade under your name. The seller stands there fearfully when he sees how your face darkens, crushing the paper you give him a chilling empty smile.
“I’ll be back.” Is the last thing he hears you mutter strainedly before storming down the Liyue Harbor.
“Morax save him.” Though the one who going to get it is Geo Archon himself.
Zhongli takes a sip of his tea as he listens to a story told by Iron-tongue Tian.
“Thus is the story of the Geo Archon-”..”MORAX!”
He’s been in a war before and fought in a thousand battles, he knows a battle he can’t win when he sees one. Looking down the road he sees you marching toward him with an angry expression.
And just like how he faked his death at Rite of descension, he fake his way out of your anger.
Raiden Shogun:
Yae Miko comes to you saying that your beloved wife finally leave her domain, feeling happy you decide to visit her again after a long time but something just snaps in you when Miko slyly added,
“A young traveler manages to convince her to come out and currently they having a … date~” That fox has a gut to laugh at your expression.
Taking a deep breath, your expression turns blank as you descend the shrine, Miko wave at you smirking deviously. “Good luck~ and don’t kill the poor child~”
Raiden Shogun stood there emotionlessly, after the outing with the Traveler, Ei decide to let her take control back of the body. Walking down the road she decides to head back to the castle when she suddenly feels a murderous intent heading toward her.
“ RAIDEN EI!”
Wanting to do nothing with her creator spouse, Raiden quickly forces Ei to take over back leaving her creator confused, though her confusion turns to fear when she sees the angry you heading toward her with a crackling sword in your hand.
VENTI:
Diluc watches how your body trembles at the amount of debt your husband create in the wine industry. You can buy a whole mansion with this mora.
“…T-that..” You rip the paper into pieces luckily Diluc knows this going to happen so he gives you a copy, holding your hand out toward the younger male he sighs before giving you his weapon.
He just stares as you storm down the road with his weapon blazing with fire.
Venti giggle drunkenly [though he is not actually] as he continues telling Traveler about a random story of you, which is awkward since Paimon already dozing off and the Traveler stops listening to him two minutes into the story.
The drunkenness of the patrons inside the shop is gone when the tavern door gets kicked down, “BARBATOS!”
Venti let out a fearful shriek when he sees you heading toward him with a weapon.
♡ Buys you collars specifically to pull your head closer to her cunt when you're eating her out, she buys them in all your favourite colours -
Lisa, yae miko, yelan, raiden, ningguang.
♡ She pulls your hair up whilst you're sucking her cock so you can focus more, you wouldn’t want your hair getting in the way of pleasing her. -
LISA, raiden, yae miko.
♡ She wipes your pretty face after choking on her cock, she loves how hard you work but will always make sure you're looking as pretty as ever -
Yae miko, ningguang, yelan, kokomi.
♡ Her eyes sparkle when you kneel in front of her, your face gazing up at her. You always let her know when your ready for her strap, it’s the highlight of your day and she knows it -
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ I HATE ACCIDENTS (EXCEPT WHEN WE WENT FROM FRIENDS TO THIS)
“you’re the best thing i have ever waited for”
SUMMARY. it’s sweet, your love with her. it wouldn’t be puppy love, but more. you care and love for each other till the end of days.
INCLUDES. diana de alger obelia, yuri elizabeth, athanasia de alger obelia
CW. none, just fluff, songfic-ish
WORD COUNT. 0.7k | MASTERLIST
LETTERS. i swear either i’m incredibly tired or this is like, the worst thing i’ve written. it’s also probably because i’m forcing myself to write purely bc i wanted to give yall food. i know i should ‘take my time’ or ‘i’m not a machine to produce out fics’ or blah blah blah. but i feel bad if i don’t. so yeah.
𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !
you looked at her, a smile laced your face as the sunlight basked her in all its glory. she’s beautiful without a doubt, and god your heart flutters to no extent and she smiles at you, at your presence, at your existence.
“good morning,” you hummed, holding her cheek whilst you both are still in bed, under the warm covers as you hear a soft giggle coming from her, “morning, ( name )” she kisses you softly on the lips. your heart flutters as the wind from the window emits a soft breeze within the shared room.
as you pull away from her, your hands brush against her hair, a soft loving sigh escapes your lips as you give her a peck on the forehead “you’re so beautiful, diana” you hum as she giggles as your touch, enjoying the warmth of both you and the morning sun.
“i love you so much, my dear,”
she says, finding herself to pull you against her body and engulfing you in a warm embrace “i love you too, my darling” it’s funny really, because the two of you should be getting ready for the performances, but the day just seemed too nice for any of you to get up, so you don’t.
unless the ring leader barges into your room to wake you both up, but since it’s not happening currently, you both just enjoyed the rest for now.
𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !
you find yourself in the room filled with books, from the highest point of the room to the floor, as you submerged yourself in the library. it was silent, and it brought you this sense of peace. you often find yourself here, to either be distracted or to rest.
the door opens quietly, and it doesn’t go unnoticed to you, only for you to see the blonde girl that you fell in love so dearly with. rosy cheeks as she realises you’re there, and she greets you with a smile. you wave at her politely as you dive yourself into the books you were reading.
it was silent once more before you hear her voice asking if she could sit next to you. you look up at her and chuckled silently at her words, letting her know that she’s always welcome to sit next to you. the two of you don’t talk, but you two enjoy the feeling of being next to one another.
it wasn’t long before you felt her hand on yours, as you turned to look at her, rosy cheeks once more as she gave you a warm smile. you leaned in, brushing her hair out of her face as your voice, small but is loud enough for her to hear, ask “may i kiss you, yuri?”
she gives you a nod, as you both find yourself in this goopy and sweet mess, kissing each other softly before pulling away. “i love you, yuri” she smiled at your words, her hand reaching to touch your cheek as she replied with “i love you too, ( name )”
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄!
sipping tea as you look at the blonde in front of you, graceful as she is, you can’t help but stare at the princess in front of you. your eyes find their way back to the tea and snacks prepared as you enjoyed it through.
“do you like it, ( name )?” her voice sounds shy as you look up and see her fiddling with her fingers. you laugh at her nervousness and nodded “the tea is lovely, princess. i enjoy the snacks that’s been prepared as well” you complimented her, but you see her cheeks puffed out slightly, letting you tilt your head in confusion.
“princess? are you alright?”
“i thought… i thought we agreed that we can drop the formalities when it’s just us two” you look at her in shock before laughing, leaving her in a flustered mess.
“i apologise, athy” you smile as she looks you, pink in the face but she tries to calm herself down. “athy,” you called out to her as she hums, seeing how you’ve positioned yourself. your arms on the table as your face relaxed at your hands.
“i love you,” you teased as she finds herself turning redder, a soft chuckle escaped as she grumbles “that’s not fair,” she sighed as you hummed and got up from your seat to head over towards her.
“i mean it, athy. i love you, i really do” you kissed her softly as she smiled from it before pulling away. in a soft voice, she utters the same words out, leaving you into a soft smile “i love you too ( name )”
secretive plotter, kim dokja, yoo junghyuk, yoo sangah x gn!reader [separate]
another request from @rouecentric 😦⁉️🤯 so surprised rn. Anyways i love od but he’s not here because i don't wanna make them all have a romantic setting then have od be the only platonic one bcs he’s like 12.also tagging @elychee bcs they're AMAZING and wrote abt the lcf trio with a plus sized reader and you should really check it out [wink wink] i really tried to make this gn pls tell if it isn't THIS IS ALSO JUST ME SAYING NONSENSE BTW IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE
ʚɞ Kim Dokja;
DOKJA is just happy he has a lover.
Really.
He also loves hugging you after a warm day—you’re just so soft and sweet to him (like anybody would be. hes so
He loves touching you. Hes just such a sucker for affection because he had none when he was younger, and he'd be elated to have someone who could handle his touch and affirm him throughout the day that its okay and they dont mind.
When it comes to your body,he really likes your chest.He lays on it when you both are lying down on the couch or even in bed. But once, one thing led to another on the couch and his head ended up on your thighs. he was literally shaking. His mind was going a million miles per hour and his face went beet red, and it was to the point where you had to make sure he was okay.
ʚɞ Yoo Sangah;
SANGAH is so naturally sweet and was raised in a way that everyone is the same—and thats how she sees people! Of course, not until she finds an s/o whos plus sized. She finally realizes the beauty of plus sized bodies !!
after a long day of work getting harassed, she just wants to go home and settle down in her lovers arms with a book and some detox tea !!
once, she was laying atop you reading a book with your back against the armrest of the couch and her back against yours, and then she realized something—you were very soft. Well, to her, atleast. Ever since, you’ve always been the big spoon!!
Shes never really had impure thoughts about you or your body….in fact, you’d have to bring stuff like that up to her in a conversation because of how little she thinks of it, so i cant really do the thigh thing
ʚɞ Yoo Junghyuk/Joonhyuk;
JUNGHYUK would just be happy that you’d survive a situation where he can't get you both food. ( Idk why i wrote that,i can't go 5 hours without getting hungry)
He’d usually carry you around as a form of training—and never admit it. He also does it just to be able to hold you, but whatever.
He'd be very fond of you (in his head) and try to be very subtle with it-he'd throw you a high grade item and say,'here,you're weak' and if you call him out, he'd glare at you and do nothing else.
By the time that you both are dating, he'd have opened up and really cherished you,hoping to make you happy and give you a life like him of the past would have.
If theres a point where youre dating and not fighting for your lives, he'd love to [secretly] just hold you in his arms and cherish you. It doesnt matter if he's standing up or laying down.He's just so happy to have you in his empty regressor life.
ʚɞ Secretive Plotter;
PLOTTER really doesnt care about body types, even when they come to his s/o UNLESS its very unhealthy.
As i’d suppose that you and plotter would be in a nice,loving and healthy relationship, he’s seen your body—no matter how insecure you are. He loves you no matter what, and nobody should ever dare to talk bad about your body and your habits or else he’d (as I said in a previous post) reign hell upon that person.
Putting the reassurance aside, hes very glad to have a thicker/ plus sized partner, due to how much his body is developed. He wouldnt have to see you as a doll and try to hold back his natural strength with all his might (i mean he still has to hold back) but its better than nothing!
he LOVES to put his hand on your thighs. He can't go a DAY without putting his hands on them, if its meant to be a reassuring caress or a more intimate touch. Male? Female? Something in between? He doesn’t care.
&-Getting passed around by Y.Jonghyuk and K.Dokja.Two is better than one, you see!
&-Ganging up on K.Dokja with Y.Jonghyuk.From day-to-day teasing to edging him, you always give him a hard time!
&-Getting sandwhiched between K.Dokja and Y.Jonghyuk. Dokja against a wall behind you, kissing your neck while brushing your hair aside sweetly, or atleast sweetly compaired to Jonghyuk, grabbing your jaw so you only look at him.
&-Napping with K.Dokja pressing his face deep into your chest.Did he think you would run away?
&-Making out with Y.Jonghyuk behind a building. gloved fingers caressing your waist, and his tounge skillfully in your mouth.
&-Fighting alongside K.Dokja.Moves in sync and all.
&-Being around both K.Dokja and Y.Jonghyuk so much that after Dokja broke the throne, you were treated with the same level of respect as them just because you were near them.
&-Making love with K.Dokja and telling him how amazing he is.
&-Cooking with K.Dokja.Making a meal for Y.Junghyuk.
&-Getting loving hugs from behind with Y.Junghyuk.Big hands wrapping around your waist, the warmth of his chest coming into your back.
&-Bathing in a private sauna with both K.Dokja and Y.Jonghyuk.They had been staring at you for so long you thought that they would bore holes into your body!
&-Soft sex with Y.Sangah. Her gracious hands holding onto your shoulders;Gripping them roughly as she rode your thigh.
&-Expensive wine dates with L.Seolhwa. Her seductive lipstick leaving a mark on the ring of the glass, and her effortly perfect smile afterwards.
&-Constant Edging with H.Sooyoung;She'd never let you have your high! Flipping the tables on her and having her at your mercy would really put her in a pickle, huh?
imagine making kim dokja to stop sacrificing himself by fucking him so good he can’t even think about anything but you. he’s tight around your cock as you fuck him against the wall, moaning, screaming your name like a whore and forgetting there’s only a couple minutes left until the next scenario. he’s just such a slut for you! always taking you to private locations and getting on his knees, inviting you to fuck his face and cum down his throat. huh, there’s an important battle soon? okay, just finish in his ass real quick! he’s never been loved so much like this, he just can’t help but always want to please you and only you.
imagine turning yoo joonghyuk into a whore. you give him the best fuck of his life one drunken night and suddenly he stopped wearing underwear, puts on more revealing clothes that allow you easy access to his body, and silently begs for you to touch him whenever you sit next to each other. even if you haven’t confirmed your relationship, he’ll be watching over you and jealous of every other person who manages to catch your eye. all his doubts and insecurities instantly vanish when you’re inside him though, secretly imagining baby-trapping you so that way you won’t ever think of leaving, and he can keep your dick for himself!
everytime you kiss him, he chases after your lips and grinds against your thigh like a dog in heat, so easily turned on and so ready to be fucked all the time <3
imagine having an ambiguous relationship with han sooyoung. you’re friends to the outside world, close friends who fight side by side all the time, but behind closed doors you’re in between her legs sucking her clit, curling your fingers inside of her just the way she likes, being the only person to hear how she moans and demands for more from you, how she tightens the grip her thighs have on your head and trembles delicately. you’re friends, nothing more, nothing less, you both would say, not admitting to the absurd amount of nights you’ve spent embracing one another.
Summary: Coming back from winter break, Wednesday gets a surprise gift and decides to take her frustrating emotions out on whoever she can find. For better or worse, that opponent happens to be you.
Once coming back from break and seeing you wreaking havoc in school once again, Wednesday realised she had only truly missed the idea of you. Within one week you had managed to get weekend detention, nearly poisoned yourself in phyto, and set fire to the lab in chemistry. How on earth you managed to do all of those things in such a short span of time, she had no idea.
She was almost impressed.
Her novel was coming along effortlessly when you came into the room with Enid. Your wings, though tucked in tightly, were finally free of their harness. It was an oddity to see them out and about nowadays. Clearly you had been having a good time; you only ever let them out when you were in a positive mood.
“I still blame you for the fire,” you said, pointing your finger at Wednesday as you went to lay on her bed. She tried not to flinch when your wings nearly knocked things off her desk in the process.
“I am not to blame for your inability to mix chemicals.” Wednesday’s fingers had yet to still on the typewriter, no matter how closely you watched her.
She could feel your eyes on her as you started talking some sort of nonsense with Enid. Admittedly (only to herself) she was entirely focused on you in her peripheral. There had truthfully been no time to genuinely see you since school had started back up; it was like seeing you again for the first time.
Your hair was getting shaggy and you had noticeable bags under your eyes. Had you slept well over the break? You hadn’t told her about any problems - why would you? - but you looked thoroughly exhausted. There was a droop to your wings that gave away what your words wouldn’t.
All of Wednesday’s thoughts came to a halt when you looked at her and she made eye contact with you. Eye contact was something Wednesday was phenomenal with, she could hold it for hours at a time. But when she met your eyes, she felt frozen. She assumed it was how prey felt when it was being stared down by a predator. Unable to move or look away.
“Ooh, time for my date with Yoko and Divina!” Enid cheered, causing both you and Wednesday to jump. Well, you jumped, Wednesday just turned quickly to where Enid was gathering her things.
“Where are you going?” You asked; Wednesday just went back to writing her novel.
“Behind the greenhouse.” Enid sent you a quick wink that brought a smile to your face. It made Wednesday nauseous.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you told her as she left the room with a quick “bye!”
Just like that, Wednesday was left alone with you for the first time since she had helped you pack for the break. For the first time since you had been brave enough to kiss her on the cheek. Just the thought alone had her mouth going dry and her thoughts tumbling over themselves. She wanted to lean over and return the favour.
No. She had clearly spent too much time with her father over the break.
“So.” Wednesday’s fingers halted on the keys. “Last week was the 13th.”
“What of it?” Wednesday asked. But she knew what; she hoped you wouldn’t go there.
“I heard through the grapevine that the 13th is someone’s birthday,” you continued.
Wednesday had been determined not to look at you, but after hearing the ruffling and moving of your entire body on the bed, she couldn’t stop herself. Her chair spun around and she was faced with you, standing in front of her with a single wrapped package in your hands. It was simple black paper and almost looked like it had been wrapped by children.
Knowing you, it probably had been.
“I know you don’t really do birthdays,” you said as you held the package out a little further. “So consider it my late Christmas gift.”
Her eyes stayed on the package in your hands, doing her best not to look up at your face. There was the slightest shake in your fingers, something Wednesday had come to notice when you were nervous. While Enid rambled nonstop, your fingers and hands shook and you would give a nervous, crooked grin.
Your half-grin turned real when Wednesday took the package from you. It was a familiar weight, but she couldn’t place it. Almost like it was on the tip of her tongue. Her own fingers slid under the edge of the paper and pulled it open, careful as always. You took the paper from her and started folding it - when had you picked up on that habit of hers? - as she studied the gift.
It was a black leatherbound book. There was no title on the front, but a silver viper had been painted with a single golden vial within its coiled tail. When she looked at the spine, the words “Viper de la Muerte” had been delicately carved into it with the initial “W.A.” directly below. Her eyes shot up to where you were toying with the paper still in your hands.
“I copied your first manuscript and had my grandpa and Pop teach me how to bind it,” you said as you kept your eyes glued to the floor. “Alex and Hailey actually painted the front.”
Wednesday’s fingers traced over the painted cover, marveling at the details. Of course it had been painted by children, but it was still an adequate portrayal. She hadn’t met your siblings yet, but she could very well guess who had drawn what part. The delicate details of the viper and the rough lines of the vial gave it all away.
“I didn’t read it, though,” you said once Wednesday opened the front cover. “I’m a thief, not a prick.”
Her thoughts were running rampant as you continued to ramble on, your words going in one ear and out the other. A single piece of paper was slipped into the book, and as Wednesday looked at all the signatures and notes and well-wishes, she started to think.
How had you even gotten her manuscript in the first place? She kept it hidden, she wasn’t even completely convinced she had brought it to Nevermore with her. Then there was the part where you had bound the novel with stained leather. Was your family terribly adept at this type of thing? Book binding was an old world skill that most didn’t have.
“-so it was a team effort.” With a loud exhale, you finally stopped talking.
Wednesday had completely forgotten to pay you any attention as you had rambled on and on. The smallest amount of guilt settled in her throat, but she pushed it down. Nervousness had made its home on your face and you had yet to evict it. Has anyone ever told you the way the corners of your eyes squinted was rather attractive?
“You don’t have to like it,” you said. Why were you being defensive? “I just remember you saying editors can be assholes so now you have a bound book without them.”
She ran her fingers down the spine of the novel one last time before setting it down on the desk behind her. If you had attempted to quell the fear on your face, you had failed miserably. It only continued to grow when she stood up and walked closer to you. The fingers of her hand grabbed your tie and wrapped it around her palm; they were so close to your neck that she could feel you swallow.
It took only the slightest effort to pull you down until your face was level with hers. Being so close forced you to actually make eye contact with her. The proximity nearly made Wednesday change her mind; your face was far too close to hers. If she focused, she could see the slightest tremble in your bottom lip.
Before she could convince herself to let you go, Wednesday pulled you forward the rest of the way until she could leave a single peck on the corner of your mouth. Her own heart was pounding in her ears at how close to your lips she was, but it was too late to back out. Your entire body stiffened under her and she could feel your pulse racing under her knuckles.
Something buried deep in the back of her mind told her to move just a little further, your lips were only millimeters away. Just make the move, do what her inner turmoil has been begging her to do. But she bit her tongue and pulled away, releasing your tie and smoothing it back down before stepping back once again.
Your face was flushed. As was your neck. And your chest. And every other visible part of skin.
“Touch my manuscripts again, and detention will be the least of your worries.”
She didn’t give you any chance to defend yourself; she just sat back down in her chair and returned to her typewriter.
It was at least 10 minutes before she heard you move and finally leave the room.
—---
Fencing class. One of Wednesday’s favourite classes, if she was being brutally honest with herself. She couldn’t be entirely sure what it was about it that made it so appealing to her. Maybe it was the violence of the whole class, or the potential to best opponents and see the hope in their eyes disappear as they threw their helmets to the ground.
Or maybe it was simpler than that, and she just missed fencing with her father.
Today, though, she was on a mission. Since you had gifted her the bound manuscript a few days ago, she had been nothing but an emotional wreck inside. She had put it on her desk right beside her current works, but every time she looked at it she felt her pulse increase. When she would grab it to study it, her hands would shake ever so slightly. Every time she would look at the page with everyone’s signatures, her throat would feel tight and it became hard to swallow.
That didn’t even take into account the way her mouth went dry whenever she thought of how warm your skin had been underneath her lips. How soft your neck was against her knuckles, how all it would have taken was one brush of her fingers and you would have shivered beneath her touch. How her stomach twisted and turned at the thought that you were completely at her mercy when all she did was pull you down by your tie.
It was an unusual, uncomfortable feeling. To know that her entire day could be derailed because of something someone else had done. Other people’s actions rarely, if ever, influenced her feelings, her day, her thoughts. But there you were, there your family was, doing something that left Wednesday at a loss for thoughts.
She didn’t know what sick game you were playing, but she wanted to be around you all the time. On days where she could only see you during meals, or during classes, a rock settled in the pit of her stomach and made her feel ill. Or days where she didn’t see you at all, and her thoughts became jumbled or her reflexes turned jittery.
Whatever you had done to her, she was going to put a stop to it.
Luckily for her, that opportunity arose during fencing class. It was possible you had just gotten moved into the class; she hadn’t seen you in there before. You looked uncomfortable in the outfit, and you weren’t even wearing the jacket, just your uniform shirt and your harness. It was almost-
-no. She was here to make you pay, not fawn over you.
Wednesday did her best to ignore you as she walked over to one of the mats. You were leaning against the wall and talking with Divina, Yoko, and Bianca, your arms crossed over your chest. Were you attempting to sit out the whole class? That would be ridiculous, a waste of your time and everyone else’s.
Wait. She had an idea.
“Coach Vlad.” Wednesday finished walking until she stood right in front of him, her mask under her arm. “I request Y/N as my opponent.”
Coach Vlad sighed, but nodded once.
“Y/N!” You looked up at them with your sinfully innocent, closed-mouth smile. “You’re with Addams.”
The way your face dropped was almost comical. Yoko and Divina turned to hide their smiles even though their laughter was easily heard. Through her own smile, Bianca patted you on the shoulder and told you something that made you roll your eyes and sigh. Nonetheless, you stood up straight and walked over to where Wednesday was waiting. Just the sight of you walking closer had her palms sweaty.
Oh, she was going to make you suffer.
“Your saber,” Coach Vlad said, holding the piece out for you to take. “You remember your stance?”
“I remember a stance,” you sighed.
“Just do your best.” He didn’t sound too convinced in your ability to do so.
“She’s going to hurt me,” you mumbled, but you pulled the mask down over your face and stood ready.
Your stance truly was terrible, whoever had instructed you needed a refresher of their own. It was like the saber was nothing but an added weight to your arm instead of an extension. The positioning of your feet left you open to tripping or, terrifyingly, breaking a knee. She pulled her own helmet down to hide her smile.
This was going to be fun.
She lunged, and you reacted exactly how she had anticipated; with a sporadic deflect and a step back. There was a hesitation before her next move, making sure you were going to behave how she believed, and she moved forward again. Right there, you stepped back out of reach again. You were immediately on the defensive.
It took only three more moves before her saber caught you in the chest. One point, she thought as you visibly sighed and stood up straight. Coach Vlad put you both back into the starting position, and you stood with a bit more determination. She started again, and you managed to get one decent offensive combination in before Wednesday caught you again, flipping your helmet off your face.
“Holy shit,” you whispered as you turned around to find it; it was on the other side of the mat.
The flush to your cheeks caught Wednesday’s attention before her eyes were drawn to the sheen of sweat on your skin. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead and she had to fight the urge to step forward and push it back. Her fingers twitched at the thought of wiping away the drop of sweat on the tip of your nose. Why did you have to smile at her like that? Like she was something you would die for.
Oh, your mere presence was becoming insufferable.
“I would like to invoke a military challenge.” Coach Vlad sighed. “No tips. No mask. First blood.”
“It is up to you,” Coach Vlad said in your direction.
You looked at Wednesday and tilted your head slightly. What was going on in your head? It was a clear indication that you were thinking of something, but what it could be, she had no idea. If you accepted, you would surely lose; a swordsman, you certainly were not. But if you didn’t accept, everyone would know, and you were far too proud for that to happen.
“One request,” you said. Wednesday nodded for you to continue. “I can hold the blade however I wish.”
An odd request. What would your stance have to do with anything, you had clearly proven this was not your strong suit. But if you were convinced it would help you, who was Wednesday to deny you the much-needed advantage? She gave you a single nod, and you smiled before leaning back into a stance that was far more natural for you.
Ah. Wednesday saw her mistake immediately in the way you held the blade. The way you held yourself, more relaxed and agile on your feet. You held the blade down by your left hip and spun it once, your fingers seeming far more at home than in a fencing stance. So you were a swordsman, just not a fencer. This was going to be fun.
You made the first move, an overhead blow. She parried it easily and you stepped back, changing your stance ever so slightly. Ah; you were testing the waters. As you swung again, the difference in your attack barely noticeable, her thoughts started running wild in a mix of counterattacks and her own observations.
Clearly you had done this before. While you certainly weren’t using anything that would be considered legal in fencing, you were able to attack and defend yourself with relative ease. Your footwork could use a little refining as you stumbled when stepping back, but the rest was adequate. More than adequate, if she was being completely honest. It was-
“-ha!”
Wednesday felt the tip of your saber against her chest; why hadn’t you drawn blood and taken the win? Her eyes narrowed as she stepped aside, starting her own offensive. You were not going to take her down, especially not in front of the whole class. She was a proud woman and she would not be taken down by someone by the likes of you.
With no intent of her own, the intensity of her offensive increased as her mind continued to run through everything she was feeling. How the scrunch of your nose in concentration made her palms sweaty. Or how the snarl that tugged on your lips when you managed to sneak onto the offensive managed to make her neck feel hot and her mouth go dry.
She was so distracted by her own damned introspection that she didn’t notice you trip and fall to your knee until it was too late. With an overhand strike, you held your own saber up and blocked it, holding the both of you in an impasse. Your snarl stayed as you looked up and met her eyes, and your face slowly relaxed.
The sparkle in your eyes reminded her of her father. The way he would look at her mother, or even at her and Pugsley. It was a look of admiration, amusement, endearment. A look that said “I am yours, do as you wish.” What could have possibly possessed you to look at her that way? She had agreed to go to the Rave’N with you, had even given you a kiss on the cheek, but what had wormed its way into your brain to make you think she was even capable of reciprocating whatever feelings you were currently displaying on your face?
And why did it make Wednesday want to kill for you?
With a single move, Wednesday knocked the saber out of your hands and let the momentum carry her blade to your neck. You gasped once the cold blade reached its target, but your eyes still stayed locked on her. A smile formed on your lips slowly, and had to fight everything within herself not to reciprocate.
There was just something about seeing you kneeling before her with her blade pressed to your neck, breathing heavily and looking up at her with a smile on your lips that sent a shiver down Wednesday’s spine.
“Wednesday wins,” Coach Vlad called out.
She had almost forgotten she was in class.
With a quick exhale she removed her blade and stepped back. She did her best not to stare at the blood dripping down onto your white shirt. It had been a challenge that she had extended, and you had accepted willingly, yet the knowledge that you were bleeding because of her set something akin to guilt in the back of her throat. Surprisingly, it was accompanied by possessive pride as you continued to smile at her with that awestruck look you so often had.
“Come on, lover girl,” Bianca mumbled to you as she helped you back up to your feet. You still had yet to look away from Wednesday. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”
You let Bianca guide you away, turning your head to see Wednesday once more before you finally exited the room and everyone went back about their business. The moment you left, all of that excitement and thrill faded from Wednesday’s veins, leaving her with nothing more than a hollow feeling. She didn’t feel any better after besting you, after humiliating you in front of the entire class and god himself. Those terrible, awful, torturous feelings were still present, and if taking it out on you still didn’t fix it then she was at a loss for what to do next.
You truly were becoming a thorn in her side.
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“Wednesday Addams, you are insufferable!”
That wasn’t quite how Wednesday expected to be greeted when she stepped back into the dorm for the first time that day. Classes had finished as usual and she had seen you in chemistry with a piece of gauze over your fresh wound. You had smiled at her just as always, if not a little more dreamy, before being seated with Ajax. Why the teacher had assumed you two would make a good pair, she had no idea.
You both ended up setting another fire. There weren’t even any flammable liquids involved that time. It was impressive, actually.
Then after classes were over, Wednesday had gone to the one place she knew no one would truly bother her; the bee hives. Eugene was there, of course, but he knew when to give her space. Besides, it was nice to have the silent company as she tried to dig through her thoughts and emotions.
This damned school was making her soft.
But she had no idea what had happened for Enid to scold her the minute she walked through the door. It was clear something was going on by the way Enid stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, and Thing was on her shoulder. They were both looking at her like she was crazy. Maybe she was, it would explain the anomalies she was experiencing within herself lately.
“We do not challenge our crushes to a duel!” Enid shouted again once Wednesday had remained silent. “And before you ask, Yoko sent me a video.”
Of course it had been Yoko. If anyone was going to spread the news about what had happened during fencing, it would be Yoko. She was nothing if not a fascinatingly natural spy, and with her two gossip-obsessed girlfriends, it was only logical. Wednesday shouldn’t have been surprised that Enid had found out, only that it had happened so quickly.
“Fencing is a large part of the class,” Wednesday said as she stood up straighter. “I simply needed an opponent.”
“See, normally I would believe you, but you smiled when you beat her.”
No. No, that was impossible, Wednesday did not smile. But when Enid held her phone out to show the video, Wednesday watched in horror as she did, indeed, smile just slightly. The moment her saber had sliced into your neck, the briefest of smiles had appeared. Was that why you had smiled at her in return?
“I am… unused to feeling such things,” Wednesday said slowly only after turning around so she wouldn’t have to actually face Enid. “I required an outlet for these… emotions.”
“Attempted decapitation is not how we deal with our emotions,” Enid argued. “What if she had actually been hurt?”
She supposed Enid was right, although she was drastically dramatizing the event; you hadn’t been nearly decapitated. It had been a simple, clean cut, it would heal in a week or two. And admittedly the thought of you being hurt, by her hands no less, was… less than appealing.
“I admit I am unversed in this area,” Wednesday said as she finally turned back around. Enid and Thing were still looking at her in exasperation.
Thing signed a few things on Enid’s shoulder that had Wednesday’s heart fluttering.
“Thing is right,” Enid said. She looked far too comfortable about teasing Wednesday. “How about you start with an actual date?”
Synopsis ― A ghostly demon should not be able to get under his skin and carry on as they walk the Earth to torture the wicked, but he can't say no to you. (Horror/Angst/Future Fluff?)
Info on Reader ― Reader is GN (they/them, you/your), Reader has no body type or features mentioned, Reader knew Mu Qing before they were a ghost in some way, and Reader kills sinners (undescribed reason). The Reader is also sane, don't worry!
Info on Timeline ― Set during canon, but it's not very important to note. Spoilers for his hidden identity, slight spoilers for a small detail of his past.
🫀 WARNING(S): Murder (preformed by Reader), horror elements (dragging people, kidnapping), but no yandere behavior... Reader is just oddly nice to Mu Qing (your choice on relationship type)! (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪
Fujoshis DNI || Everyone else, have fun!
Mu Qing × GN!Ghost!Reader || Meet Again
He shouldn't allow you to be getting away with doing as you please in the realm of mortals, especially since your decline into the Ghost Realm and coming back in the form you hold now.
At first, information about you was whispered to him without your name gracing the rumors. A new ghost that has hit the Savage ranking ('Savage' ranks are able to massacre a whole city) had taken out a town in the middle of a forest, leaving only children and the elderly. Murdered, everyone else was.
The only thing that has everyone in a chokehold and bitter debates is the fact that the position of the person did not seem to matter: if they were outside, they were slain, if they were bathing, they were slain, if they were working, they were slain...
Except people in the Mu Qing Temples. They seem to have been dragged out before they were slain, as the Martial God who investigated the area noted the temple was spotless of blood or struggle.
Mu Qing did not enjoy the stares or extra attention from the Gods while this ghost was rampant in the areas of the slaughtered town. Gods whispered, Martial Gods accused him at first, Civil Gods asked questions, and overall it became stale as soon Xie Lian had heard of all this.
While in the facade of Fu Yao, Xie Lian had briefly mentioned that his "companion" might know about this ghost at large within the area. And Mu Qing was not happy to pass his gaze onto San Lang, who sat beside Xie Lian and studied Fu Yao like a hawk.
At first, San Lang had been indignant about treating him to such information, but whatever bond he had for Xie Lian had made him give up the information. Mu Qing didn't want to ask or bear witness to anything passionate beyond their searching eyes, and pressed San Lang quickly for information.
"Well, I don't know much..." Mu Qing did not believe that statement, thank you. "But I do know that this ghost has killed before, but outside of your master's territory. The way of murder is nearly similar each time, and en masse. But now it seems comfortable in your master's territory, killing cultists and anyone with a shady rumor about them."
... He rolls his eyes. A lot of information from a man who seemingly never left the town around Xie Lian's temple. But whatever. He has humans to save, and a ghost to catch.
(And it'll save this visage's reputation... he didn't make it for Xie Lian's safety just to be exposed for nothing!)
Taking the body of Fu Yao to the territories in front of your warpath, he stops at his own Mu Qing Temple to see the flow of traffic in this town and honestly familiarize himself with the local area. This temple was large and made of a darker brown marble, teak wood, and elm wood. It was less decorated than most stalls in the market, but the custom paper decorations and lighting sources appeased him of being miffed at the common folk.
He had taken residency in the temple under one of the priests good nature, and awaited your arrival. He had taken a break in the town for barely two days, when you finally stepped foot into town.
No matter if your methods are quiet, fast, loud, grand: he will end up being awake (night or day) by the time you hit the temple. He's standing guard in the foyer and he's aware of the horrors you're already dealing on the ones you deem guilty outside. But the grounds of the temple were far more safe for any sealing or quarrel you two will bring...
And from the force of the door opening, the windows being forced open with loud snaps, the lighting going out from how cold it was, and the shrieks of two late night visitors being dragged out the door by a force he could not see... He suspects your as savage as the rumors say you might be.
But the sight of you freezes him, and the humans leftover (spared) from your kidnapping seem to pass out as the stench of blood fills the foyer of his temple. Your feet do not burn on the grounds of his temple, your natural aura is not suppressed (only your demonic one), and your bored expression seems to give way to amusement and confusion.
"... I never knew I'd have to say this about you, Mu Qing... But I don't like the brunette style." Your voice was familiar and barely changed from the deathly rattle of your ghastly new form, "I'm not complaining, oh no, but your complexion just suits your original body better."
He could feel your name on his tongue, but he's also sure that that name had perished or been taken from him a while ago...
You continued without commentary from him. "But it's good to see you, especially since I know Official business keeps your attention. Are you here... to stop me?"
"Stop you? My duty is to bring you in for a trial." Mu Qing finally could speak, and he put his grip onto the sword he carried with him. "You know the punishment for getting to the Savage rank, and you'll be imprisoned unless your killed here today."
"Do you have the guts to kill me, Mu Qing? It's been so long, I've been missing you more than anything! But the desires of a soul lost to places unknown yearns for more than rekindling of old flames..." You sounded resolute, yet your eyes scanned over him with something else entirely. Something so fresh, his heart skipped a beat.
"So you're killing, then. Instead of moving on?" Mu Qing didn't know you were the type to have regrets so deep you'd manifest in such a way. No matter the tragedy, only one such as Xianle had ever made ghosts as powerful as you or the Four Calamities.
You didn't hesitate before nodding. "Murder is murder, you are correct. But the reason I kill is for sinners..." You paused, before answering intelligently, "Ah, wait. This sounds like the start of a monologue. But honestly, I have no intent to harm you or innocent people, Qing."
"How can I trust you, especially since you look like... this! Especially after what I just witnessed!"
"You can't, I'm sure about that. You're stubborn, and I know you have a prejudice against anything that kills without need for food or a sense of duty." You answer coldly, but something warmer passes your tones as you take a cherry from the pouch on your sash. "But, the Mu Qing I know, possesses principals and a sense of duty..."
With that, you open your palm to show him a very engorged sour cherry within your grasp. Mu Qing was deeply confused as to where the cherry could come from, as the blossoms close after the month of April...
(But memories of a childhood 800 years too far gone came to his mind, and when the cherries had been important to him within your previous relationship. It was sour, but not unkind to him.)
With the showing of the swollen fruit, the fruit burst within your palm and out came a stench of rotten fruit and obvious magical herbs. A cherry bomb! A literal cherry bomb! Drawing his sword, he darted past the mist of pink and red smoke to close the distance between you... and found nothing where you once were standing.
With a kick at the remnants of the cherry bomb, he takes off into the city with his arm ready for a swing at any moment. He follows the screams of passerby witnesses or people finding loved ones deceased into the night.
Please, please just come back to him. Explain yourself fully to him! Anything!
Blood was something that never bothered Wednesday, in fact.. she’s become quite accustomed to the taste after having been dating you for almost a year now.
You who drinks blood for lunch, and maybe as a treat after dinner.
You, a vampire.
Or, well, more accurately a ‘hybrid.’ Blood and human food, you required both to live.
Of course, it’s only pigs blood. As if Nevermore would allow it’s more fang-y occupants to consume human blood on a day-to-day basis, it’s far too expensive.
Besides, Nevermore is already on rocky terms with Jericho, no need to worsen it with the knowledge that donated blood would go to them and their blood thirsty residents.
Fake blood and pigs blood are the only options, of course they bring out the real deal for parents weekend but alas, thats once a year.
And so here you are, stuck consuming pigs blood as it doesn’t contain that artificial tang you’ve grown to hate.
Normally other kids stay away from the vampire table during lunch because of the nauseating scent of iron, but not Wednesday. No, sometimes she’d even sit with you. That, or she’d give you a look from across the quad or cafeteria that screams “come sit with me.”
How could you refuse?
She’s basically got you on a leash at this point, not that you minded.
Your lips could be stained a deep red and yet still.. she’d take your breath away with her own plump ones.
It was hard to tell if she liked the kiss or the taste of blood on your tongue more.
You discovered her lack of care for the crimson liquid a few months ago. You had been teasing her when she requested a kiss, taking a big swig of your drink before showing her the redness of your tongue and teeth, thinking it’d freak her out or cause her to rethink herself.
It’s not like you didn’t want a kiss, you just wanted her to know it’d be bloody.
And boy, did she not care.
She didn’t care for that bratty attitude of yours nor the implication that youd think she’d give a damn about something so insignificant. As if blood could deter her when she knew exactly what she wanted.
So, she grabbed you by the back of your head, instantly wiping that cocky smile from your face and replacing it with shock as she crashed her lips against yours. It was almost as if she was trying to prove a point with the way she practically licked all traces of blood from your mouth.
You would’ve been grossed out had you been a normal person. But as a vampire.. she was intoxicating.
You were even more wrapped around her finger from then on.
Her kisses always made you dizzy, but there’s something different in those specific ones. Passion burned like hot embers behind them, you always felt as though you could pass out either from them or the look in her eyes you’d see if you were to open your own during the kiss.
She doesn’t even mind kissing you with human blood on your tongue.. or more specifically, her own.
Wednesday was never one to back away from morbid curiosity, and with a vampire as a lover and her own twisted enjoyment of pain, you knew full well she’d eventually ask you to bite her.
However, she knew just how intimate of an act that was.
Vampires may be ancient, but there was always passion behind a bite. Even if that passion lead to someone’s demise, it was seen as taboo in communities to bite someone without that flare.
So, you’d never bitten someone before. You were a fang virgin, as weird of a term that was.
The night she decided you would taste her own blood was a moonless one, the stars in the sky being the only things to light up the inky black abyss.
Candles lit up her dark and empty dorm room, prepared and ready for you to sink your teeth into her flesh, the atmosphere beyond romantic.
She whispered poems of devotion against your skin as she pressed gentle kisses against you, relaxing you as she slowly guided your mouth down to her neck.
The second your sharp fangs sank into her pale skin.. she knew she’d be addicted to the feeling for the rest of her life.
The sharp sting, the feeling of blood gushing into your awaiting mouth, the bubbling pleasure and passion from the venom that burned her skin, Wednesday couldn’t help but cradle you against her.
The second you pulled away, gazing hazily into her clouded black eyes, her lips were once again on yours.
Human blood tasted very different from pigs.
Wednesday Addams would never let romance die if it meant she could continue having you just like this.
You’d do anything for her, and the devil himself knows just all the sins she’d commit for you.
