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Moonlight Epiphany

Vampire!Yandere!Arle x GN!Reader

Only sort of inspired by this. I may have gotten carried away and taken it another direction, though.

Summary: After getting stranded in terrible weather, you seek what you first think to be an abandoned manor. It's not, and you're sure there's more to what it first seems. You take it upon yourself to save the others.

Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, implied kidnapping, mentions of blood and biting, someone's hand is 'burnt', not proofread oops

Word Count: 2,500

Comments: This is my first fic so the pacing isn't too great. I wanted to add more arle dialogue but :(

There's a red and black ensemble draped on 'your' bed when you finally exit the bath.

You don't remember hearing anyone come in while you were washing up, and recall repeatedly checking that the door was in fact locked. For your sake, you try not to think too much about it, and just accept it as it is.

It's expensive, you can tell that much, and unlike anything you've ever worn. You almost consider leaving it there and wearing the same thing you first came in for fear of destroying it. You dare to run the back of your hand against the fabric, its material durable and tailor ship fine. You wonder how much something like this would cost, how many hours of your life it would take to pay for something so valuable. There's an itch to wear it regardless, though you can't help but feel as if you're losing a battle you were never going to win.

You settle for wearing it anyway, and tell yourself it's the best possible option. You're going to have dinner with the Lord of the house, someone who was kind enough to let you stay through the bad weather regardless of the fact that you were the one that invited yourself in. In a sense, you suppose whoever laid this garment out wasn't breaking in anymore than you did.

You aren't necessarily thrilled with the turn of events, however, and after fully dressing yourself, you find there isn't much to look forward to. The thought of dinner makes you nervous. You think there's something terribly wrong with the Lord of the house.

She's deathly pale, for one, which only serves as a grim reminder of plagued villagers a mere knock away from death's door. You could easily determine that such a complexion was the result of staying inside far too much. It would make the most sense, you suppose, as a Lord ought to have an abundance of work to attend to in order to live a life so luxurious.

But your brain tells you otherwise. And you're not one to ignore the feeling that something is beyond wrong.

-

You remember growing up with tales of the undead, stories where creatures crawled out of their graves after dark to leech on the poor and defenseless with no guilt of their sin, only to creep back into their coffins before daybreak. They had few weaknesses, most of which were unachievable to you, but all seemingly worthy enough to appear in your dreams during more miserable nights. You could try luring your captor into the sunlight—watch as the holy light purifies them of their sins leaving nothing but ashes in its place.

Or, you could try water blessed by a priest—though you doubt you'd be able to find one so far away from civilization. Then again, who are you to destroy your own dreams? A wooden stake to the heart, decapitation, even garlic or silver could work—if only just to hurt her.

The problem: You don't think you'd survive a single attempt.

"Something on your mind?" Arlecchino's voice breaks through your thoughts.

You think about not answering, but decide against it. Better to keep your enemies close if you want to survive.

"Just that the weather hasn't seemed to have calmed down," you decide. "I feel awful imposing your schedule on such short notice. The life of a noblewoman must be busy, I assume."

The cup she brings towards her lips stops before reaching its mark. It's filled with something deep and red. You're not sure it's wine.

"I wouldn't worry," she starts as she gently sways her glass, watching the liquid swirl. "I have more than plenty of time to attend to our guests."

"Is that so?" you say quietly, more to yourself than to anyone else. To your displeasure, she answers with more than a nod. It seems she's not keen on keeping the conversation curt.

"The House of the Hearth prides itself in its ability to attend our guests."

You pick at your food. Hers remains untouched. Clearing your throat, you take a risk.

"May I please be excused? The weather has a way of making me feel rather weary."

She stares at you for a second too long. The intensity almost makes you shiver.

"Do as you wish," she says as she places the 'wine' down in front of her. "I understand poor weather can play a role in making some fatigued. I won't keep you any longer."

You give her a quick thank you before leaving the room, trying your best to not make your haste anymore obvious than you're sure it already is.

You walk down the manor's halls determined. If you're going to get out of here, so will they.

Since the very moment you realized the Lord of the house was dangerous, there had been no doubt in your mind that her servants were seen as livestock waiting to be eaten. The thought of such young children being forced to work until that monster decided it was their time to be eaten… you couldn't bear it.

Now, you roam the halls looking for someone to approach.

There, just at the end of the hall, you see two servants whispering about something you're not quite close enough to hear. Seeing they're the only ones around at the moment, you decide to approach them

You hesitate at first, but reach out anyway. You have to be the bigger person, after all.

"Are… you alright?" you say with a slight tremble in your voice. He looks at you with blank eyes and tilts his head before your question hits him and his demeanor changes into something more lively, but also slightly professional.

"[Surname]!" he gives you a quick bow. It's dramatic, and it reminds you of the performers that would occasionally stop by your village. If the situation weren't so dire, maybe you'd laugh. "Of course! Why wouldn't we be when you're here?"

His sister, you assume, quickly elbows him with a nonchalant aura and he spurts out a simple ow! before continuing the conversation for him.

"What he means to say is, we don't get visitors often."

They don't? That can't be right. Maybe they're too scared to admit whats been happening. You almost consider being more obvious, but instead decide to humor them. Maybe it's not that they don't want to admit it, and more so that they can't. Better off playing it safe so no one gets hurt.

"Oh," you say, finally humoring them. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. This place seems pretty hard to find. I mean, the only reason I'm here is because I stumbled in."

"Right!" the boy chimes in again. "That's why your arrival must be fate. Father's been so—" a hand interrupts him as the girl covers his mouth with a small smack. You can't hear much through his mumbles, but you catch something along the lines of 'since your arrival' towards the end. The young boy eventually relents and instead, leans against his sister as she begins to drag him away.

"We'll be on our way now."

The girls bows as she exits, pouty brother in tow.

Just within a matter of seconds you're alone, and more concerned than you were before.

That was weird, did I say something wrong?

You sigh, and run a hand over your face. This is getting you no where. If you want to leave before Arlecchino tries for your blood, you're going to have to find a way to save them soon. Your feet start taking you to a another section of the manor. You're not sure where you're going, just that you're looking for something.

Your feet carry you to a dimly lit corner away from everything else. There, you spot a boy.

He's hunched over a small table, his face far away and his brows furrowed. The sound of metal clinking echos the hall, and despite yourself, you find yourself curious. Slowly with as little noise as possible, you make your way towards the boy, trying you best to silently creep over his shoulder.

"Got it—!" he squeals as the mechanism spurts to life. You watch as the penguin-like figure waddles. He leans in close, a small smile spreading, the look of someone proud of their hard work's outcome.

"That's incredible!" you pitch in, unable to hold your amazement any longer.

The boy jerks around at the sound of your voice, grip instinctively finding its way towards the animated penguin. He clenches it to his chest, and you feel a pang of guilt at his fear. "Sorry," you smile as best you can. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you."

A lie if you've ever told one, because you totally did, but he doesn't need to know that.

"H-How did you—" the boy stumbles over his words. It's cute, and you're surprised his face isn't red to match his awkwardness. He tries to gain his composure as he shakes his head. It doesn't really work, but he looks actively better than before. Then, so quietly you barely miss it, "Father has always said I tend to be inattentive whenever I'm occupied by my work…"

As he further retreats into himself, awfully embarrassed and possibly scared of you, you try and lighten the mood.

"What's its name?"

"…its name?"

"Your Penguin," you clarify. "Does it have one?"

"…Pers," he finally admits. "I made him myself. Well—I guess you probably knew that already."

"I did," you smile in hopes of comforting him. His skin is deathly pale, similar to a majority of the other captives. He's short, and still has a baby face to him. You assume he's only a few years younger than the two you ran into earlier. Imagining someone with so much potential and genius destined to a life of being nothing more than a leech's blood bag sends an ache to your heart. "I saw you fix it, that's no easy feat."

Blue eyes scan the floor, you feel a familiar pang of guilt. "But you knew that all ready, didn't you?" you added, parroting his earlier response. "Ever considered being a mechanic?"

He doesn't reply. You don't force him to. Instead, you pull a chair from nearby and sit by his desk. You get the feeling he's lonely.

"I've been feeling a little alone since I got here," you say with a slightly over exaggerated pout. "Is it okay if I stay here and watch you work? Just until the rain stops."

It takes a second of consideration, but to your surprise, he nods.

"…Okay."

After that, it falls quiet. You don't push him for anymore than what he's comfortable with. Instead, you settle on enjoying the sound of the rain and his company.

-

It's late when you pull Freminet into your room.

He's confused on why you're so alarmed, and your lungs are burning too much to be able to properly explain.

It's officially been a week since you first stumbled into your worst nightmare. A week since you've been stopped from leaving at every twist and turn. You'd wondered why she hadn't made her move earlier. A part of you suspects she enjoys the hunt. In an attempt to calm yourself down you try and settle your breath.

It had only been two hours past midnight when you were roused from sleep. Above you stood none other than the Lord of the house—Arlecchino. You were aware there was a monster underneath the proper facade she carried, but to see that need for blood firsthand…

You shudder. You can't recall a time you ever saw eyes as dark and inhumane as hers. You're still not sure why she let you escape, you think the idea of chasing you excites her.

Clutching your measly butter knife, you pull Freminet closer in a protective manner.

"Freminet, listen to me, we need to get out of here today. If she finds us—"

"[Name] please! You're not thinking straight."

His words go in one ear and out the other.

"I'm going to get the others. You stay here and keep yourself safe until then."

Without thinking, you shove the knife's silver handle into his hands.

He recoils the second the knife makes contact.

His screech pierces your ears, and your nose quickly floods with the stench of burnt flesh. His wrist instantly moves to encircle his other hand palm up — the same one you had forced to grip the silver utensil moments before.

Your heart sinks.

"You're…" you back up slowly.

"Wait— it's not what it looks like, please."

You shake your head, unwilling to give him any chance to explain himself.

"You're just like her."

You scramble to get the silver knife and aim it toward him. Tears are running down your face. You really liked Freminet, and the thought of him being a monster doesn't suit him.

"…You should go back to your room. Before Father finds you," His voice trembles, uncertain and injured from his burn, but you think he might be trying to command you. You make a break for the door, but he blocks you, unscathed hand gripping your arm with a force that should be impossible from such a young and fragile-looking boy. Then again with a deep breath and random surge of confidence, "I said, I think you should really head back to your room, Mother."

His eyes shrink into something feline adjacent. Yours dilate.

As your feet drag against their will, you find yourself thinking the same thing over and over again.

It really doesn't suit him.

-

Ever since Freminet's betryal, time has never felt less real.

You watch as the days blur by, never really sure of what time it is anymore. Freminet's wound is completely healed now, something a human body with the same degree of burn would be incapable of. He occasionally still tries talking to you, but you're rarely in the mood to indulge him when all you seem to remember is the fact that he was never your ally to begin with. He makes a habit of saying near you anyway.

"This is my home," he had told you with such fondness you're not sure why you never noticed before. "And now, its going to be yours too."

You sit on Arlecchino's lap as her tongue brushes against the wound on your neck. This has become a daily ritual, though she makes sure not to take too much. She's seen to taken a like to you. You're not sure if that's a good thing, or a bad thing.

"Out of all the blood I've ever tasted," she whispers into your ear. "Yours tastes the best. If I had known spoiling my prey made it this delectable, I would have done it sooner."

She chuckles, you don't.

She forces you to look at her by grabbing your jaw.

"You don't seem very pleased, Dear."

You try and break out of her grip, but her strength easily overpowers yours.

"I wouldn't resist so much if I were you," she leans in closer, breath brushing against your lips. "Time has a way of making all things cave. Soon, you'll understand you belong no where else."

Her kiss swallows you whole.

[tsururoach]

im doing, so well. please give my daughter back

[carlottamontelli]

[lirational-misc]

Aemeath teasing you while you take her strap, send tweet.

[lilparrot]

Zani family fluff

Still new to this, might be sloppy

Today was like any other day, overworked Zani and her tired eyes. She was looking forward to going back home to you, to bask in your presence and your love, and also someone else.

The moment Zani stepped inside, she was immediately taken aback by someone with snow white hair like her's and little growing horns, literally wreaking into her like a cannon ball and Zani picked up the little girl right away. And you were behind your daughter with a soft smile on your face as you watch Zani spinning your around while your daughter was laughing with her hands opened wide.

"Welcome back mom! We made your favorite pizza!". Your daughter was excited to enjoy having her mom eat the pizza that she made with her mommy, looking at her with puppy eyes that looks exactly like your's. "Oh? Then what are we waiting for, let's eat." Zani said as she held her little demon om her hips and walked towards the dining room, not before giving you a kiss and greeting you.

After all of you finished dinner, Zani took a bath while you busy yourself with getting your daughter ready for bed in your shared bedroom, as you were tucking your daughter in, Zani finished showering and joined you as you were kissing your daughter on her forehead, she giggled when Zani kissed her and tickled her. "Can you read me bedtime stories? Please." Your daughter asked, and you complied because how can you not when your little demon is looking at you so cutely.

After she fell asleep halfway through the book, you and Zani made sure she was properly tucked in and gave her another kiss on her head. "How was your day today my love?" You asked quietly as to not wake your daughter up, Zani was wearing her horn covers as she was answering you, "Just the normal stuff, escorting people here and there. How was your's? Did the teacher say anything about our little demon today?" You have since quit your job at the Averardo Bank after giving birth to your daughter, opting to focus on raising her instead since Zani's earning is enough to keep all of you stable. "Yes, actually" you chuckled as you remembered the teacher's message, "Miss Eve said she got the highest grades in her class, perhaps a celebration is in order". "Hmm, I'll free my schedule then" Zani responded as she was joining you under the covers.

Her hands immediately wrap around you and your daughter, pressing herself into you and took a deep breath, she missed her wife after a long day of dealing with brainless customers and fairly rich people who thinks they are on top of the world. You brush your hands in her hair, occasionally stroking her horns which will get her to melt into your arms. "Goodnight my love." You murmured into her hair and she kissed your neck in response, your daughter also turned to hold you around your waist, burying her head into your chest. You continue stroking Zani's hair and horns until you hear her steady breathing and hold both of them a bit tighter as you also start to drift off to the land of dreams, with your world in your arms.

[lirational-misc]

Lurking on Kae blog when I was active in fandom spaces is like mid tier mortification for me, but like, this is what I get for taking part in public spaces. At least it wasn't yandere HoT fic. Thank God that my most edgy, cringe works got lost in time.

Also funny that for years we share fandom spaces, I noticed u in so many of em I just fondly think of you as my very distant, silent oomf.

As a very, very proud former lurker of Kae, I believe this yan!HoT you’re referring to was the office/workplace sex one, a continuation from another’s drabble? That one’s one of my favorites, actually.

I also think you’re a distant oomf because I actually can recognize you whenever you appear :3 your name is really memorable and I remember yours in particular even after I stopped lurking on Kae blog when life finally catches up with me.

[lirational-misc]

You have dug up my dark past (cringe writing). I need to sacrifice you to ElyMobi gods/j

Is it bad that I used to be a lurker on the kae account xD

I was really missing the treat of a good elymobi x reader writing, and I found yours again when absentmindedly thinking about it. Really good treat tbh.

I would sacrifice you to ElyMobi gods, because it seems like you’d relish the chance :D

[kaerenebrainrot]

Elysia and/or Mobius completely wrecking you and pegging you until you break because you  dug a little too deep into the Elysian Realm though, this has been living free rent in my mind and I cannot escape it

[ykooh]

Curiosity killed the cat, people say.

Somewhere deep in the Elysian Relam, where no one dared to venture, you had been captured.

No, not by force. Mind you. But by gestures lingering on your skin long after and kisses too electrifying to be anything but monstrous in nature.

The end was predictable. When predator spots it’s prey there is only one way for the poor thing to end; on the ground, between two monsters that took so much joy in ruining you.

Behind you, the one you fear surprisingly less, petite frame clung onto you as if the second she would loss her grip you would disappear, never to return to her sickly embrace. Never ceasing her onslaught on your already beaten body. Her actions are desperate, small, yet too strong, hands gripped your hips (any more pressure and she will snap your bones, they’re already cracking under pressure). Even more bruises bloomed in myriad of colors where her claws dug deep, deep into your skin, blood seeping slowly from wounds inflicted by the snake.

Part of your body where her sharp fangs are buried in you is also bleeding—was, once, bleeding for long time. Her jaw unrelenting, holding your shoulder viciously, the second she sank her fangs into you, you knew she would not pull out till her prey is cold and still. Your blood stopped flowing out long time ago and the only thing that was left is her and her teeth ripping you apart just as well as her big, mean cock that grinded into you, rough and uneven, too animalistic to be called anything but fucking. Her hips aggressively bucked quickly but shallowly sending your senses into overdrive.

And everytime your attention drifted away from her, she wasn’t afraid to lash more pain onto you just so you could only think of her, her touch, pain and pleasure intertwined and brought to you, by her.

The sad thing is that you trust more the monster in your blind spot than the one you have in your plain sight.

While small hands mutilated your feverish skin there was other pair, slender and elegant, that ran through your locks. Gentle and fond, scratching your scalp in the best way possible.

Pink bathed your vision where green couldn’t, capturing your attention just as well as her deep ocean eyes. You drowned in soft kisses that traveled around your face, missing your lips just so they (she, only Elysia) could drunk in your moans and whines.

Elysia, the more considerate one, just holds you tenderly in place so Mobius wouldn’t throw you around like a doll (the sharp tugging is persistent but Elysia wouldn’t dream of you slipping away from her grasp), her strap resting comfortably in your folds, cockwarming her where the other one ravaged your already stretched cunt.

Both cocks were buried in your pussy. Stretching you out so hard that you are almost sure you will never be able to feel pleasure from fingers alone.

The only saving grace was that where Mobius dick was too fat for your body, too long to handle (in a shape that wasn’t human)–Elysia’s was average, pleasantly rubbing your walls every time Mobius pressed on it when she thrusted into you (all in all, Mobius did the all dirty work while Elysia laid back, reaping everything).

Something is wrong with the pink elf.

The second she kissed you too close to your lips, muffling your cries, the other one clenched her jaw harder, forcing you to black out for a second before Elysia roused you again. Growls echoing in your ear as well as giggling of a fairy that has her arms around you, keeping you close to her, in show of a strength that is shy of snapping your ribs into pieces.

Chuckles, smiles and laughter too eerie to be anything but sadistic were wrapped around appearance of a person that embodied softness. A trap that was hidden a little too well.

But the thing about her was that where Mobius intentions are clear as a day, her; ominous at best.

Beacuse if Mobius is jealous, then Elysia is almost paranoid.

Where Mobius can’t stand your attention drifting away, Elysia don’t even entertain idea of you to looking away from her.

Where Mobius is forcing you to look at her, Elysia is ready to choke you out so the last thing you saw was her super duper cute~ visage.

And everything that Elysia does, she does it in such nice way it almost appear loving (squeezing you in hug a little too strong that your breathing is slowly taken away).

Her kisses that playfully turn into bites (hard, too hard. If Elysia had a way she would eat you whole. Piece by piece. Ripped apart by her own teeth.) so your attention was on her (and only her. Her. Her. Herherherhe—).

It’s a matter of time one of them snaps and murder the other and fuck you on the rival’s corpse.

Being stretched, marked, beaten black and blue didn’t drive you away from them.

Actually opposite. You think it was true when satisfaction brought the damned cat back.

Beacuse after they had their fill, you are back and their sharp smiles are a little too knowing, too malicious.

Oh, the thirst for knowledge that is forbidden is too much enticing for you to not dig.

Even if the thing you are digging is your grave.

[sea-lanterns]

Fun fact: Angeysona absolutely loves sushi, so much so that when she was pregnant with Navia’s child, her craving for sushi was extremely potent. Unfortunately, pregnant women cannot eat raw fish as it poses health risks to the unborn baby, so Angeysona could not eat sushi for 9 whole months.

There would be nights where Angeysona would cry to her wife because her craving was so strong and it kept her awake yet she couldn’t satisfy it. So you just have Navia comforting her cranky and hormonal wife getting teary-eyed over the fact she could not eat sushi. When their baby is born though, oh man. Navia asks Angeysona what she’s craving and Angeysona immediately goes “I need sushi.” So Navia has all her men go out and get the biggest sushi boat ever for her wife. She deserved it after all for going through an entire labor.

Angeysona —with a newborn baby in one hand and chopsticks in the other— then proceeded to spend her first day as a mom stuffing sushi in her face in the hospital bed. Navia has never been more in love with a woman than ever before.

[lowaharts]

[celuere]

Galbrena paying you her annual visit every few months or so where she just blows out your back for a whole night before disappearing the next morning….

cw: fem!reader, transfem!Galbrena, situationships kinda sucks but she wants to be better fy aughhhh hopeless romantic Galbrena…

The bell rung late in the evening as you just finished putting away the cleaned dishes, wiping your wet hands dry on a cloth as you spare the clock on the wall a confused look.

10:23pm.

You didn’t order anything. Nor were you expecting a late night visitor especially not after having moved from Rinascita to the New Federation after Imperator‘s unavoidable defeat. A change of heart, you called it. Having lived by the ocean surrounding Ragunna your entire life and with the new Era under Primus Phoebe, a new chapter should be added to your own list as well.

On your way to the door you could faintly make out the familiar male voice of a rather… unpleasant companion. A voice that you were never really keen on hearing. But it was more about who that certain individual accompanied that made your heart jump fast than you‘d liked to admit.

„All that trouble just so you could see that woman again… We‘ve reached new lows.“

„If you don’t shut up once that door opens, I‘ll make sure to find a way to rip out your vocal cords.“

Your hand lingered on the door handle as you sighed at their usual banter but… hearing her voice brought nothing but comfort to your lonely heart which was more than enough for you to open up the door to her.

„And here I thought I could shake you off…“, you smiled weakly at the Discord-Slayer, the silence that came with your answer to her visit weighing heavy on the both of you as looked at each other like more than just short acquaintances. She still looked the same from her white-blue hair, the clothes, the guns put away in their receptive holders to her honed physical condition which consisted of more than visible abs with more scars strewn over the muscles than you could ever count.

„Degenerate.“, Chimera, the Tacet Discord residing within her, coughed at your shameless observation of his contractor, baring his teeth at you before he suddenly got yanked into the next void by his golden horn.

„Sorry about that, you know what he‘s like…“, Galbrena didn’t dare move closer to you, at least not yet. Still waiting for permission which you actually quickly granted to her by stepping aside and closing the door behind her, „How… did you know I moved away…?“.

„I will be honest.“, she said, taking off her heels and placing them next to your other shoes, „I tracked you down myself.“, she said with a certainty and a type of arrogance that could only ever come from her, as if she somehow felt insulted that you‘d thought she wouldn’t be able to find you. But saying you wouldn’t want to be found by her could not be farther from the truth, things get quite lonely in a new environment with no familiar face to turn to.

„What is so special about me that you need to follow me through the continent…?“, you couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip past as you entered your kitchen where you took out a cold bottle of apple juice from the fridge for her.

„What is not special about you, sweetie?“, Galbrena retaliated as she leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms, her biceps flexing visibly as she carefully watches you grow flustered at the nickname.

You chew on your inner cheek as your face flushes slowly with an all too familiar redness. You weren’t dating. Sentinel forbid. But if one person could take on the title of your partner it would be her. For various reasons. It‘s just too much of an inconvenience for the both of you that she can be barely around and with the dangerous tendencies of her Forte… she’d only endanger you, something she wants to avoid at all possible costs.

„Answering a question with a question…“, you turn away from her to grab a glass out of your cabinet when you feel the familiar warmth of her against your back, two hands placing themselves on the counter and therefore caging you in. You halt in your movements as you feel her warm breath hit your neck before her lips reach your skin and suddenly that evening gown of your felt incredibly translucent on your body.

„I was simply missing you… Isn‘t that enough of a reason to come looking for you?“, she mumbles behind your ear as her hands abandon their place on the kitchen counter, taking out the glass you were just holding before turning you around with a firm grip on your waist to let her have a look at this incredibly sweet face of yours with those flushed cheeks, yet you were still avoiding her eyes as you bit down on your lower lip.

The right reaction would be to shove her away. To tell her that there’s no use in trying to uphold whatever you got going on. You barely saw each other, go on for months without contact and any time she does come looking for the love you’re holding onto it only ever adds to the burning in your heart.

So why did you wordlessly start kissing her neck? Licking over her scarred skin, eager for a reaction as her hand grabbed your face to capture your lips with her own in an almost greedy kiss instead. She tasted a bit of a blueberry sorbet when you felt her tongue push past your teeth, exploring every single inch of your mouth as you clung to the leather of her jacket. Galbrena kissed like the hellfire burning deep within her. Uncontrolled and insatiable. As if she was somehow trying to pry your soul out of your mouth, to keep you to herself for all eternity until she decides to perish alongside the other countless Tacet Discords residing within her.

But the she could only experience the next best option.

Which happened to be her throbbing dick pounding into your tight hole as she felt your cunt mold around her thick cockhead, every vein running along her shaft as her hands manhandled you back and forth on her with your hands somehow trying to hold onto the counter behind you. And if that wasn’t already enough, you had to moan her name out of all things.

Not Galbrena.

Not that cursed name.

Angel.

She knew she would never do that name justice in this lifetime. It fit as well to her as water to oil as fate has cast its glance upon her only twice in this lifetime.

The first time it was the Dark Tide consuming her.

The second time it was you entering her life.

It cursed her as much as it blessed her but how heavy can one’s shadow lay upon one’s light before it gets consumed? How much of her absence can you endure until you decide it’s enough?

The mere thought caused a painful ache in her sternum. One that only could be suppressed by a smash of her lips onto yours. She won’t be spending even the tiniest moment thinking about this horrible possibility. Not when your mouth falls open against hers as you cream and writhe around her, when your hands cling to her neck as you sob and whine her name with each time her hips meet yours in a nasty wet slap.

She is exactly where she needs to be right now.

[quantum-sea]

Okay now for hydro tentacles for genshin ladies, part one :)

CW: misuse of hydro vision, afab! Reader, tentacle s.ex, overst.imulat.ion, mast.urb.ation kinda, switch! Reader

Yelan who is very thorough in how she fucks you with her tentacles, overstimulating you as she has a tentacle inside your whole while her fingers are expertly playing with your clit. She's eyeing your expression like you're her prize for winning the biggest gamble ever. "Cumming again? Care to gamble how much more you can take? " She's only giving a few seconds of recovery before starting back up again.

Kokomi puts a lot of thought into it, definitely read a lot of books to study more on tentacle sex. She has her hands massaging your breasts while she's fucking you slowly to your second orgasm. She eventually picks up her pace once she's more confident, maybe even a little teasing. "I'm quite glad you like this, maybe would you like to try a position I read about next?"

Furina who was red in the face at such a prospect, of course she's masking your question to fuck each other with her vision with confidence that of course she can handle it... It's slimy and good, maybe too good. Trying to focus her vision on both of your pleasures but you're on top of her making out while hydro tentacles are moving out of both of your dripping cunts. "T-too much~! I can't-" she's moaning out her nth orgasm, holding onto you.

[spirit-lanterns]

I dont like sad stuff so I will imaged there some If line that Herta gaining some councious and protect Angey then Herta take over completely by power of love then she and Angey have sloppy sex 😔😔😔

The sloppy sex kills me because the size difference between Hertatomb and Puppetgey is already huge, but imagine Hertatomb x Regular Angeysona? Regular HUMAN Angeysona? Rip that pussy, it is getting destroyed by the new Emanator of Destruction.

I’m pretty sure regular Angeysona would break. She can’t handle allat, she can barely handle Herta when she was a human. Girl gets her back cracked by this old ass woman and she’s only in 20s 💀

[sea-lanterns]

I Don't Have A License But I Still Like To Be The Passenger Because I'm So Worried Anytime I Have To Be In Control Of A Moving Thing

I Need Beautiful Wife(Or Wives, I'm Chill Like That) To Drive Me Everywhere

Totally Not An Excuse To Have Them Put Their Hand On My Inner Thigh, What Are You Talking About

You’re so real anon, I also get worried when I’m driving because the lives of other people in the car literally depend on me. That’s too much pressure imo, so I’ll let Navia drive us around wherever we go 🙂‍↕️

Ouhhhh I want her hand on my thigh while she drives, squeezing it or holding my hand because I want her to be touching me at all times. I feel like a passenger princess is required whenever Navia drives, because who is there to listen to her ramble while she’s driving? She needs someone to talk to in the car, otherwise she gets so bored. OUGHSHHSHD I WANT MY WIFE SO BAD. My wife in a car is the hottest thing ever.

Funnily enough, Navia has been spotted in a car. She is a bit of a reckless driver, but I feel like when I am in the car she is more cautious <3

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That ask about female reader rejecting yan female genshin characters truly live rent free in my head. I was not the original requester, but really thank you for posting it!

Can I have femreader rejecting yan navia, mavulka, and ayaka? ^^ thank you in advance

Chains in Silk

Synopsis: You’ve always been polite, gentle, and careful not to hurt feelings. But this time, you had to stand your ground. Three powerful, obsessed women are driven by a yearning so intense it borders on possession. And you… you don’t love them. Not like that. You’re about to face declarations, pressure, even threats layered thinly under kindness. And you will reject them. Not out of cruelty, but because your heart belongs only to itself. Pairing: Yandere Navia, Mavuika, and Ayaka x Female Reader

Navia – The Shattered Smile

When you told her “I can’t be yours,” Navia laughed at first. That soft, girlish laugh she always used to cover up pain. She even squeezed your hand, as if humouring a silly joke. But when she realised you weren’t joking, her smile cracked.

“You…you mean that?” Her voice broke, her gun umbrella clattering against the cobblestones. For the first time, Navia looked small. Breakable. A child who had been left out in the cold.

You stepped back, whispering, “I just can’t return your feelings.”

Her breath hitched, but then her eyes darkened. “Then I’ll wait,” she said, almost to herself. “Even if you hate me. Even if you run. Because one day you’ll come back…and I’ll still be here.”

When you turned away, she didn’t chase you. She didn’t beg. But her men started shadowing you, quietly at first. And when you looked back at Navia across Fontaine’s streets, she was always there—smiling again, but never letting go.

Mavuika — The Fiery Leader Who Cannot Let Go

You were introduced to Mavuika in Natlan’s great hall, surrounded by tributes and roaring cheers. Beneath her radiant aura was a vulnerability few saw—one you gently poked at when she shared her nightly fears.

She leaned forward, eyes softer than you’d expected. “My heart burns for you,” she confided. “I’m not used to wanting… it’s unfamiliar.”

You looked up, voice calm. “I’m honoured, but I don’t share that feeling.”

The archon’s flame dimmed. For a heartbeat, she looked broken. Then she nodded, carefully. “Then let me guard you as a friend.”

Behind polished smiles, the fire still burned. She couldn’t let it go—not yet. But she swallowed her fury, leaving you with peace… for now.

Ayaka – The Snow Shattered by Silence

The Kamisato princess was quiet when you said it. Too quiet.

Her fan slipped from her hand, clattering against the polished floor. She didn’t bend to pick it up. She just stared at you, porcelain features stiff, unblinking.

“… I see,” she whispered, voice cracking like thin ice.

You expected anger. Instead, Ayaka bowed her head, tears falling silently onto her sleeves. Her pain was quiet, restrained, a storm hidden beneath layers of etiquette. But when she finally lifted her gaze, her eyes were red-rimmed and desperate.

“Then I’ll simply work harder,” she said, voice trembling. “You may reject me today, but tomorrow… I’ll find a way into your heart. I’ll prove myself. I’ll wait in the cold as long as it takes.”

Her words sounded like devotion. But her hands shook as she reached for yours, cold fingers clutching tight enough to bruise. “Please don’t ever say such cruel things again. I… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you did.”

And though you pulled away, the image of her broken eyes followed you. You knew Ayaka’s silence was more dangerous than any shouted threat.

[mihii-i]

tides.

Pairings: navia x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, siren au, pirate/sailor reader (whatever u want it to be lol), wlw, girls kissing obv, sesbian lex muahahaha, men can interact but uhm it might be awkward bc navia talks about how much she hates men (sorry :( ), officer the sex comes outta nowhere, who is this diva, no seriously I made navia extra sassy here, virgin reader, underwater sex idfk?, fingering, kinda vanilla, marking, breast play ig, written when I am VERY sleepy, not proofread.

A/N: I would no joke let navia- I mean who said that. this is part of @edgeray ‘s halloween event :3 🕯️

Splashes of ocean water ripped through the wavering currents in the cold dead of night, patterns of stars decorating the sky alongside the moon as the only faint light source in the clearing as she ship rocked from side to side. You stared down the ledge of the large ship, sail standing proud directly behind you as you inched closer to the edge to drown out the obnoxious hollers of your crewmates. The relentless voyage stretched out for an agonizingly extended period of time—months possibly. Before you, the endless stretch of the ocean consumed your sights altogether, becoming the only thing filling your sights as the consuming waves engulfed the previous body of water trailing behind you.

Your crewmates had never failed to remain a pain in the ass as well, constantly taunting you and disrupting your peace with an insolent remark hurled at you as their irritating laughter erupted throughout the ship. On top of the sloppy lifestyle the men on the ship had shared, it didn’t exactly help that you were one of the few women present on the ship. Or maybe you were the only one? You had lost track at this point.

Regardless, you always scoffed at the unkempt behaviors of your crewmates advancing toward you or spitting useless nonsense toward you in an attempt to mansplain something, disgust boiling up inside you. You merely attempted to drown out their presence as nothing more than white noise circling the clearing, cutting through the initially peaceful silence of the quiet waves and gentle air. Yet, it was still as if you had been cursed with remaining in a trashed wooden sail afloat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by people who would probably murder you if they had the chance to. That’s what they’d do to any crewmate who was the least bit civilized atleast.

Sighing, your eyes lowered shut, lashes briefly brushing onto your skin. You savored the cool air grazing your face, which out outstretched to gaze upward as if you had offered yourself to the unending void of a sky to come take you away. Sometimes, you pondered if it would be better for you to just escape your responsibility as a pirate. Leaving behind the life of plundering and theiving to carve a new path of what you wanted. Maybe then you atleast wouldn’t be awoken by the stinging smell of booze engulfing your room in the middle of your rest as some drunken crewmate would rummage through your belongings unprompted.

“(Name)! The hell you staring out for- for that long? You’re not tryna avoid us, yeah?”

You pursed your lips quietly, shoulders hunching up as you gripped the edge of the boat tightly, fingers dragging along the raw wood. His voice was nothing but a pestering vibration that rang in the air, only serving to gauge your annoyance further.

“Maybe I am? Leave me alone. I don’t want to join your cheap ship tavern with rum and puke.”

He rolled his eyes in response, clearing his throat as he brought a hand to his chest to surpress his own gulp of drinks bubbling up in his throat.

“Ugh. You’re no fun. But for once nah, we want everyone to come around since we saw something poking out of the water. Seemed like a huge catch for a fish maybe.”

Upon hearing his words, you couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow in mild skepticism. Perhaps those were the rushes of water thumping against the fervent currents, splashing a few pools of salty ocean water onto the edge of the ship occasionally. Curious, you made your way over to the large array of crewmates pinned up to the ledge, peering down at the ripples of water followed by strong currents grazing along the base of the ship.

A…fish? Had everyone drank too much? There weren’t much fish around this part of the sea visible to a sailor’s naked eye. They typically presided in the deep pressure of the ocean around here.

Maybe your crewmates never left behind their idiotic sense of fascination. That would be the most plausible answer as to why their eyes seemed to be tracing nothing. A disappointed groan left the crew members one by one as they detached themselves from the ledge, disappointed as they trudged back into their respective cabins at the lack of anything particularly eye catching. Morons.

“(Name)! Keep watch again for us, will you?”

You couldn’t do much to be fair, besides heave a disappointed groan and shoot your drunken crewmate a disdainful glare as he flashed you that shit eating grin, stumbling over to his room before slamming the door behind him. And so there you stood. Still in the middle of the rocking ship like an unmovable stone, weighing down on the creaking floorboards wavering beneath you as the violent thrusts of the ocean continued to slice through your ears.

It felt quite unnatural, as if something presiding in the growingly murky waters of the sea torrented the initially neutral water gently splashing along the sea. The moonlit sky reflected in the still clear ripples of the ocean, your eyes squinting as you caught the pale light shining along the edge of a curved obstacle protruding to the surface from below the naked eye. Furrowing your brows, you shielded the top of your eyes, focusing your vision on the intrusion abnormally poking out of the currents.

Mind clouded with confusion, the fog around the area only grew thicker as the clouds occasionally masked the darkened sky. Suddenly, your swirling thoughts began to subside as your tense muscles relaxed, grip on the wood ledge loosening as a serene melody hummed through the air, the effects it brought upon clearing your mind almost intoxicating. You breathed out calmly, hearing the beautiful voice of a woman float alongside the swishes of water as you felt yourself slowly leaning further and further along the ledge.

Her sweet voice only entranced you further and further, drawing you in as it grew more prominent. Longing to push past the ledge to take in her velvety voice closer to you. However you couldn’t help but feel the unnerving sting faltering your longing thoughts, trying to fight back with a drop of rationality while you pushed against the edge closer, face nearly coming into contact with the circling waves. Who could possibly singing this late? And who would there even be to sing in the middle of nowhere?

You saw the object curve out of the surface of the ocean past the clearing, now nearing your line of sight and making itself more clear in the dim moonlight rolling along the waters to illuminate the bare minimum in a close proximity. Now getting a clearer look, the object nearly resembled that of a fish’s tail, a pretty shade of light blue spanning along each subtle scale along it. What an odd color for a fish, perhaps that’s what your crewmates saw earlier, as it was the only fish that could see so far. In fact— it happened to be as big as you recalled from what the others pointed out.

Your tongue flattened against the roof of your mouth in anticipation, feeling an uneasiness churning in your stomach as the scaled ridge rippled closer and closer to the side of the boat. However instead of backing away, you found yourself peering over the ledge, hands tightened at the rim of the ship as the splintering wood grazed your calloused hands. Leaping over, you thudded down onto the boat with a soft ‘oof,’ your thoughts screaming at you internally to question if you were insane. You knew your curiosity outmatched your rationality, yet you couldn’t help but be drawn to the sea blue tail peeking out from the waves, and complimented by the moonlight.

What met your eyes next was quite a sight to behold, your jaw nearly dropping from the radiance that blinded your eye. A stunning woman arched above the surface of the water in one swift motion, head tilted back as her near cinematic entrance sent droplets of water seeming to float in the air around her in slow motion. Her starry blue eyes locked onto your form, bottom lip glistening a gorgeous tint of pink to compliment her honey blonde hair spilling down her shoulders.

Her gaze snapped up to you in less than a single second, heavy eyes opening up a bit as she raised her eyebrows in slight surprise to take in your seated form on the dock. You didn’t expect The gorgeous lady to hoist herself up from the sea, hands planted at either side of your waist as she rose herself to the edge of the ship where you sat, face dangerously close. Instinctively, you hunched your shoulders back, leaning your head back to harbor more space between your faces—yet, the woman closed the gap each time, the tip of her nose brushing against yours as you felt her soaked skin graze against yours.

Raising an eyebrow, she kept that unmoving indifferent expression, sinking herself down into the sea once more as she rested her arms along the wood. The end of her tail briefly peeked out of the ocean’s bristling surface, her cheek pressed against her resting hands as her head tilted to the side, gaze immediately snapping back to you as you swore that the corner of her lip slightly curved up in a smile.

“Huh. I expected something I could drag down again.” She finally spoke, her expression growing more and more amused upon observing your confusion. She leaned back with a sigh, pink tinted lips gleaming under the light as the reflections of the water silhouetted her form. “I surely didn’t think to encounter someone so…gorgeous. Fully expected some middle aged drunkard.”

Your eyes remained fixed on the oddly shaped fin structures in place of her ears, not even registering her words completely out of the initial shock that stung you just now. Had you just encountered a live mermaid? You thought they were just tales employed by a bunch of sailors for their own laughs.

Now looking at her upfront…the draconic fins, frail body, those deadpan eyes tracing you, all the characteristics fit that of a siren instead.

Noticing your blank gaze staring at possibly nothing, she rose her hand to hover over your cheek carefully, puffing out a quick sigh at your absentmindedness. Quickly, you rushed back to your senses, blinking to ground yourself back into reality for a moment.

“Don’t be like that, dear sailor. A pretty girl like you isn’t nameless, correct?” She hummed, a subtle smirk crossing her features as she tilted her head to come face to face with you. The way her head had angled as if it were to intersect your lips, sky blue eyes flickering to your quivering lower lip being nothing short of gesturing a kiss, her stance as her arms elevated her up to level with you being oddly…intimate.

“Are you..a siren?”

Her eye twitched, brows knitted together in mild frustration in less than the blink of an eye as her fingers dug into the wood to maintain her composure. You clasped a hand over your mouth defensively, seeming to realize far too late that perhaps you shouldn’t have asked such a question so- upfront when she was the one who inquired your name in a playful manner first.

She reached up her hand to her forehead, bridge of her nose situated between her thumb and forefinger in annoyance as she pushed out a breath to calm herself. God, the one sailor she took interest in, she wanted to fucking murder in this moment.

“Are you serious? I asked you a question, clearly interested, and that’s what you ask me?”

“Sorry..”

“Fuck it. It’s fine. Not like you’re someone trying to hunt me down only to be killed.”

She paused, eyes narrowing as she took note of the expectant look remaining on your face, clearly still wanting the answer to your abruptly dumb question earlier. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, unamused by your clueless antics.

“Yes. I am. Happy? Name’s Navia, now if it isn’t so hard to tell me your name like I did to you?”

You flinched at her sudden aggression, tilting your head bashfully. Guess she really didn’t like the moment getting ruined.

“..(Name).”

Navia hummed softly in approval, velvety voice spurring against her throat in a gentle exhale of breath. Her hand dragged along yours, a spark flying through you upon feeling her soaked skin stick to yours so closely. Evidently so, you had piqued the sea creature’s interest quite a bit, your breathing shallowing out upon feeling a chill envelope your whole body, goosebumps blooming against your exposed skin along with the chilling winds.

“Gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. It suits someone as beautiful as you.”

You couldn’t help but allow the burning heat to creep up to your cheeks, blood rushing to your head as you felt your face grow hot from the faint red tint.

“So why aren’t you killing me, Navia?”

Tapping her chin thoughtfully for a moment, Navia flashed you a smile, pressing her chest to the edge of the dock to speak with you a bit closer.

“I dunno. Saw a sailor that wasn’t a drunk moron eating at anything that’s money, sailor happened to be a pretty girl, and everything happened from there I guess.” She answered in a lighthearted tone, nails digging into the wood of the ship to ground herself. Just so happened the sweet siren here had pretty sharp nails, pointed at the tips just at the right amount to cut open human flesh to the bone.

“So…I say..if you wanna live unlike what I think I wanna do to your crewmates..”

Her hands suddenly shifted over to your thighs draped over the edge, planting them down for support against you. By now, you had to choke back the rapid breaths catching in your throat, heart feeling it was going to beat right out of your chest as it thudded against your insides violently. Of course you couldn’t help it, you felt somewhat aroused by the sight of a gorgeous woman, who so happened to be an exotic sea creature looming over you with her palms planted onto your clothed thighs. You’d never let her outright know that though.

Navia’s cool breath suddenly fanned against your cheek, pretty pink lips alarmingly close as she grazed them along the shell of your ear. Still held up impressively by her mere arm strength pushing her up to come face to face with you. Her bare body brushed against the loose fabric of your shirt puffed out, draped over you as the neckline formed a V shape over the opening of your chest.

Her sharp fragrance of saltwater clawed at the back of your throat as you took in her scent as she leaned against you chest to chest now, the strong tonicity being substituted with a much more pleasantly mellow aroma presenting itself for you to breathe in. Your head spun as your pupils flickered in Navia’s wake, her nails still dug into your thighs temptingly as she had probably torn parts of the cloth and poked holes into your pants. Clicking her tongue, her breath hitting your ear only served to further heighten your lust blinded haze, flinching as her pointed teeth grazed along your ear as she spoke once more to complete her dangling thought.

“Come underwater with me. I promise I won’t kill you or anything. It’ll feel…nice.”

“How am I supposed to do that? I’m human, I can’t just dunk myself underwater and be expected to breathe the whole time.”

Navia merely grumbled at your naive response, biting the inside of her cheek. You only cocked your head to the side, puzzled by her random changes in demeanor in this moment.

“(Name). I get that you live with your braindead crewmates, but surely acting like some virgin will get you nowhere around me.”

“Ah..”

You pursed your lips at her remark, dozing your gaze off to the side in embarrassment. Sweat patterned along your back as the tides began to assault your ankles now, the water refreshingly warm in contrast to Navia’s hypothermic body temperature adhering droplets of water along every inch of your own. She feigned an expression of shock at your bashful hesitation, bringing her hand to her lips in a gesture that made you huddle in a bit from embarrassment.

“Don’t tell me…you haven’t-?”

You shook your head, clearing your throat to distract yourself—and her—from the fact that your face was a scorching scarlet hue from the fairly lewd topic at hand.

“Well then…if you come with me I can fix that..? What do you say, (Name)?”

Her teasing voice only spurred you further to dart your sights down to her hands now subtly parting your thighs, the beautiful gradient of her nails sharpened along her skin quickening your breathing as you choked back a whine from her evidently seductive motions. A single nod was all that was needed as her hands shot up from between your legs to snake around your neck, grasping on as she clawed at your nape all of a sudden. An involuntary gasp left you upon feeling the sting of her nails along the back of your neck, breath held between your cheeks the moment she fell back into the sea, dragging you along with her.

Sinking deeper into the rushing blue waters circling you, Navia’s arms remained locked around your neck, tail shielding your leg for additional support as you descended down into the depths of the ocean. The minute you hit a strange sort of dome in which you could breathe underwater, you in fact—couldn’t exactly breathe properly. Your legs pressed together as jolts of pleasure enveloped your body, a high rush overtaking you as you noticed Navia wasting absolutely no time as she held you down into the sand.

Rasped out mewls began to endlessly spill from your lips as your hips mindlessly bucked forward into Navia’s touch, her middle and ring finger knuckles deep in your cunt as she parted your walls to accommodate her fingers splitting you open. Ecstasy clouded your mind at her intoxicating touch, nails brushing up against that one spot within you as her freehand was clasped around your wrists to hold you down.

Every worry you had embedded in your mind, every issue that had haunted you on your journey had faded away under her touch, your lips parted as a string of noises followed through with each relentless thrust of her fingers curling your warm, velvety walls. Her movements remained somewhat gentle, yet fervent as heat clouded the two of you in the intense moment, teeth pressed against the exposed skin of your throat to muffle a moan fighting against her lips.

Perhaps her mind had also been relieved in this moment while she fucked you underwater. The constant unprovoked attacks from wandering sailors, sudden encounters with people who had never caught her eye in the moment, Navia just needed to get away from it all. And you were perfect for her. It’s as if the gods had bestowed upon her a sailor with lips as sweet as saccharine. And the minute she raised her head from your throat to glance over at your face twisted in lust, her lips found their way to crash against yours, tongue brushing along your bottom lip any chance she got in that hungry kiss she captured you with.

Sure enough, you tasted sweet just like she theorized.

Your intoxicating scent, the sweetness of your lips, your moans vibrating against her mouth while her fingers drove in and out at a steady, yet roughened pace to slam against your cunt…

It was all so fucking perfect.

Bright red hickeys bloomed in a trail of fire against your exposed skin, your gasps increasing in pitch and frequency as her thumb brushed along your exposed nipple. A near scream boiled in your throat as Navia’s own noises reverberated against your lips, your breaths growing quicker as a third finger entered the heavenly mix. You frantically reached a hand up to grip onto her bare back tightly, nails raking down her pale skin as she threw her head back to choke out a little whimper.

“N-Navi- please…m’gonna-“

—

Breathing heavily, you lay fully clothed. Back flush against the edge of the ship once more, staring at the sky aimlessly as your now soaked clothing pooled out drains of seawater onto the dock. You craned your neck over, glancing at the siren who hoisted you back up as you seemed to be completely out of breath. A smile stretched her lips at your exhausted form, innocently waving as she fluttered her fingers. Huh. Acting like she didn’t just fuck the life out of you with those.

Navia’s chin rested along the edge of the boat once more, leaning over to plant a sweet kiss against your cheek. You were too spent to move at all, yet you still smiled weakly as you lay like starfish outstretched in water on the boat. She chuckled, eyes briefly flickering to the visible marks on your neck not covered by your clothes.

“Will I be seeing you again in this part of the sea, (Name)?”

“Without a doubt. Just make sure I can move next time.”

“Not my fault you have no experience.”

“Oh come on..I promise I’ll be the one on top next time, ‘kay?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You rasped out a strained laugh, smiling at Navia as she lowered herself back into the water before flashing you a quick wink.

“I’ll see you around, my sweet sailor.”

And just like that, she disappeared into the depths of the water. Leaving you on your back, all soaked and marked up as your clothes stuck to you body in a transparent fashion.

Hell, maybe you’ll bring her something next time.

A/N: PLEASE DONF HAVE HIGH EXPECTATIONS THIS CAME OUT SO BAD IM SO SLEEPI LEAB ME ALONEEEE WAAAAAA

okay jk yall are awesome but IM SLEEPY. GOODNIGHT.