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hi ! you can call me messy nest, or just nest for short! this is going to be my writing account mostly, but i may or may not also post drawings here if i ever get the courage to. i'm still very new to posting on tumblr, so apologies in advance if there's inconsistencies with things ! plz be patient with me ^-^
-> my writing is very inconsistent because i frequently go through writer's block, but i am going to try and let requests help me as well once i get them :]
-> speaking of requests: they will be OPEN unless stated otherwise !!
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-> fandoms i will write for: honkai star rail, genshin impact, WuWa (wuthering waves), love and deepspace, jjk, and possibly more if i find another interest or know enough about the character one requests :]
-> I WILL DO READERS AND CHARACTERS OF ALL KINDS!! fem!reader, masc!reader, GN!reader, trans!reader (to the best of my abilities), trans!character(s), dom!reader, sub!reader, etc. (the only one i will stay away from is WLW works, that is not my place to write for <3)
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sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.
tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.
some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.
reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.
some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.
it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.
fandom has sadly become less about connecting with people who enjoy the same work/art/media and more of a culture of content farming and instant gratification. it became more about chasing clout and notes and āinternet fameā and less about enjoying and loving the media with likeminded people ā¦
I hope that we can go back to that someday, back to just loving and raving about our favourite things and sharing it with people.
wip for a future post, trying to get back into the swing of things after taking a huge hiatus, not gonna post it until i'm done writing the stuff i've been working on while gone :3
gooooood uni and life really decided to screw me over last month-
so, i'm making my comfort series be October and November instead because midterms are kicking my ass and my creative writing teacher is finally giving us free writing for the next two weeks, so I'm going to make up for everything that i can (might not be ask much as i initially wanted, but fingers crossed)
ALSO, I PROMISE THYME I DIDN'T FORGET YOU /GEN I WAS GOING TO POST THE REQ, BUT ENDED UP HATING IT LAST MINUTE AND FORGOT TO EDIT WHAT I RE-DID. i will post it first thing tomorrow when i wake up, i PROMISE you /srs
blade comfort (pt. 2)
jing yuan x GN!reader
sal fisher x GN!reader
dancae/argenthill
is my list of what i know i can write and get done for this week since i have a friend/classmate who can beta read for me and give me good ideas. these will all be out by the end of the week, i'm giving myself a day to write all of them then edit until friday
okay so, first off: completely didn't notice it was september already š but second, i'm moving some of the list around bc i'm stuck on jing yuan's fic and can't connect it at all (but i will get it out eventually /g)
on that note, welcome to september everybody ! who's ready for spooky season? anyone have fall weather yet? (it's been like a late summer here the last couple of days, it feels amazing)
cw: not entirely anything except fluff, trans!m!reader, mentions of needles, mentions and descriptions of dysphoria (based on my own personal experiences), blade will be slightly ooc bc of this not being lore accurate, blade is called "ren" like once, modern AU, both reader and blade are in college (around 23-24) reader implied to be the younger of the two (not an age gap post.), biker blade implied, reader referred to as [name] again and uses he/they pronouns (for my trans brothers who don't entirely use just he/him), reader and blade have a disabled 4-month-old black cat named "cerberus" together (personal headcanon, you'll see), lowercase intentional, starts off in blade's p.o.v but switches after you see the moon/star divider! loooooong post bc this is a little self-indulgent, no beta we die like men (not beta read)
word count: 3.03k
song recommendation: scary love - the neighbourhood
the second he woke up this morning, blade should've known something was off with his boyfriend... their "good morning" messages between each other as he was getting ready for class didn't hold their usual warmth like every other day. maybe it was just [name] still trying to wake up? then, there weren't any surprise selfies or pictures sent to his phone to show what his boyfriend worked on in english, psychology, or drawing classes. that has a simple explanation: the teachers were cracking down on phones and they couldn't do it today. but what really put the final nail in the coffin was when it took [name] longer than ten minutes to meet up for lunch, looking like he was crying or on the verge of doing it.
did it make blade feel guilty for not asking sooner what was wrong? of fucking course it did, this is the man who acts like a beacon for him every day and made him happier every time the older man saw him. if it were physically possible to grab every single negative aspect hurting [name] mentally, emotionally, and physically and chuck them into the ocean where neither of them would ever see it again, blade would do it in a goddamn heartbeat. he knows his boyfriend can't help having bad days where [name] shuts down a bit to not burden anyone else with the mental workload, but that doesn't mean that blade is necessarily going to let it slide either; however, he's not going to force the other to talk to him. the best thing for both of them right now is to let [name] open up when he's ready, and if that's at almost midnight when they're about to fall asleep, that's more than enough for him.
once the last class of the day is over, blade texts [name] a quick "have a good day at work" before heading home to his dorm, still silently worrying about his partner's well-being and about going to work when something is bothering them. he tries to take his mind off by taking a shower to get all of the grime, sweat, and oil out of his skin and hair because of his auto shop class. it was the first time in almost six months that he had to work under a car, but he was fine with it because it was a car he was familiar with, [name]'s. it took longer than he was expecting it to since he had to drain the oil, take out and replace the filter, then put everything back together (twice), but it was fine by him since he was helping his partner out and saving them over a hundred dollars or more compared to if a big-shot mechanic did it and tried to get more money out of him for crap that doesn't need to be done.
but what's most important is at the end of the day, this is one of blade's ways to show one of his most prominent love languages, acts of service; if a little bit of grease is what it takes to show that, it's not going to kill him. there's plenty more that he can do today that is less dirty and more on the creative side.
after he gets out of the shower and dressed in his "comfy" attire of a baggy hoodie and sweats, he starts packing an overnight bag to prepare for the weekend of staying at [name]'s place in hopes that their plans weren't canceled last minute. silently checking off his list as he packs three days' worth of clothes, his chargers, and his tablet and laptop, blade is about to leave before hearing a small jingle and a curious meow from down the hallway; he looks over and sees the black cat he and [name] had adopted earlier in the year, cerberus, strutting over lazily like he owns the entire apartment while also being half asleep. an amused look crosses blade's face as he shakes his head before kneeling to scoop the three-legged cat up into his arms, scratching behind his ears and mumbling a soft "hey, buddy" ā feeling a little bad since he didn't get to love on the little guy this morning before leaving.
before getting the chance to put cerberus down to feed him quickly, the feline wriggles out of his arms and climbs his shoulder to get to the bag filled with blade's clothes and other belongings. being the little menace he is, the kitten lays down in a curled-up loaf position full of enough sass and silent retaliation to tell blade with nearly 100% accuracy that that cat isn't moving any time soon, no matter how hard he tried. all blade does is let out a reserved sigh while walking to the kitchen to grab six cans of cat food, not thinking it would hurt to bring cerberus with him to [name]'s place tonight since the other man hasn't gotten to see him for a few days. who knows, maybe it'll even bring them out of whatever funk has been affecting him over the last couple of hours since animals have always been [name]'s weak point.
"let's go take care of [nickname], 'Rus."
after almost two months without any problems, today was the day that just was not on [name]'s side. the first sign thing he should've realized was a "symptom" was waking up with a migraine that felt like someone was stepping on his forehead, paired with nausea so bad that he couldn't even get out of bed for the first five minutes he was awake. when he went to take a shower to get rid of the sweat clinging to his skin, he didn't even realize how he subconsciously avoided looking in the mirror whenever possible ā choosing to stare at the blank walls that he's never decorated because he didn't care to personalize the bathroom at all except for what's on the counter by the sink.
the entire time he stood under the showerhead, his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, hoping that maybe the hot water would wash away the grossness he felt in every sense of the word. mentally, he felt disgusting; emotionally, there wasn't anything except numbness; physically?.. he didn't even want to describe it. he couldn't even get himself to dry off with a towel before silent tears bubbled up in his lash line and choked sobs bounced off the bathroom walls as his hands wiped away the beads of water from his scarred chest and ran down his thighs...
this is far from being the first morning where [name] woke up without blade by his side to contradict the voice in the back of his mind, but it is the first time he tries to hide it from his love since they've been together. whether or not he was doing a good job, [name] didn't have it in himself to care because of how suffocated he felt in the clothes he picked out for classes that day. a pair of baggy cargo jeans and one of blade's massive hoodies that hid his body shape from view should've made it easier through the day, but instead, it made it worse. rather than having the same confidence he always had with feeling and looking masculine enough to pass, [name] feels like he's back in high school where he was pre-testosterone and constantly was told he was a confused kid who was a tomboy in friends' clothes. not a single moment gave him peace without it feeling like everyone in the class was quietly calling him his dead name (even though nobody knew it), that he hadn't transitioned at all and he was some sort of target.
he was so distracted that he forgot to text blade during and in between classes if his boyfriend hadn't texted first, and it made him feel bad because that's always been in their routine for the last three years. what truly filled him with a sense of dread was when his boyfriend texted him right before lunch to remind him about their plans to go to a new sandwich shop with jing yuan so they could possibly find a closer spot to eat. let's say that lunch was nothing but draining mentally and emotionally for [name] due to how much he had to mask like nothing was wrong, and that alone was almost enough for him to call out of work; but, of course, the universe just had to be against him like everything else today, and someone called out when the cafe was already short-staffed as is.
by the time [name] was driving home, he was exhausted and wanted to do absolutely nothing except lie down on the couch with a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer and fall asleep. the plan to have Blade stay the night and over the weekend is completely out of mind and forgotten, and it stayed that way the entire drive back to his apartment; blade's motorcycle wasn't parked on the street anywhere or hidden in the garage where [name]'s car can keep it out of sight from the other tenants in the complex. however, when he went to his door and turned his key in the lock to turn it, the locks didn't disengage.
that's weird... didn't i lock the door before i left? or was that another thing i forgot to do this morning? [name] thinks to himself, slowly twisting the doorknob and pushing up so the door wouldn't make a loud noise from the humid weather causing it to stick to the doorframe. his apartment is dimly lit with the fairy lights hanging along the back wall and the window next to the door has the curtains drawn open, which definitely all wasn't left on and done this morning. he shuts the door behind him while taking off his shoes, noticing how the living room and kitchen were practically spotless. the coffee table is cleared of last night's mess from [name]'s last-minute studying session, his notebooks neatly piled in order of which class comes first every week while his pens and highlighters were put back in his pencil bag on the very top; the kitchen counters were wiped down and cleared of any trace that there was any fast food bags or pizza boxes, all of the dishes that have been sitting in the drying rack for the last two days put away in the cupboards and drawers.
[name] pretty much already had it figured out who was responsible for the cleanliness, but what sealed it in stone was his favorite (and only) fur baby excitedly running up to him with small stumbles that almost reminded him of a toddler learning how to walk for the first time. he pets his hips as a silent beckon and scoops cerberus into his arms once the feline starts to climb up his pant leg with his front paws, [name]'s ears being flooded with purrs that soothed his soul like a warm balm. he barely takes two steps past the living room before hearing a familiar voice say his name in the bedroom, the owner soon popping his head out with warm clothes in his arms: blade.
"hi, you..." [name] hums quietly with a weak smile, too exhausted to keep up the mask he's been wearing all day ā yearning for cuddles and kisses galore before he goes insane. the voice in the back of his mind fails time and time again to convince him that blade is sick and tired of dealing with him, [name] knowing better than anyone that his boyfriend does enjoy taking care of people, even if he doesn't explicitly say so. why else would his apartment be cleaned and have a set of pjs already brought out to him almost first thing when he came home?
he lets cerberus go roam about freely as he's offered a hug by the taller man, gladly accepting it and allowing blade to pick him up like he weighed absolutely nothing. there weren't any kisses anywhere other than his forehead and temple, blade's hands staying in one place against [name]'s lower back as a means of comfort, silence settling between them as today's weight comes barrelling down on top of the younger. he doesn't complain as he's carried into the bathroom and placed on the floor next to the bathtub, barely keeping his eyes open while he watches blade kneel by the sink to grab [name]'s "self-care kit"; the first thing brought out of the old makeup box is makeup remover to remove the tiny amounts of foundation, concealer, and contour that sculpt his face to have a more masculine structure until his testosterone does it for him.
neither of them says a word for a few minutes while blade's scarred yet delicate hands massage the remover into the other's skin, taking extra time and care to really make sure that all of the product is out of [name]'s pores and help the muscles in his face relax before he gets a tension headache. it isn't until it's time to wash everything off that blade carefully tilts his boyfriend's head back over the edge of the tub with a quiet "close your eyes" before grabbing the detachable showerhead from the wall, making sure the water is on the warmer side to keep [name] relaxed.
"did you do your shot this morning?.." blade questions softly as he moves the showerhead away from his boyfriend's face to wash [name]'s hair now instead, mostly just running his fingers through the strands to untangle any knots.
instead of answering immediately, [name] takes a moment or two to enjoy the calming massage on his scalp, only opening his eyes once the water shuts off. he shakes his head subtly as blade begins to dry off his face and wring out his hair with a fluffy towel, his body moving on its own to hover closer to the other because he just wants to be held right now rather than hyped up. thankfully, his boyfriend realizes it instantly and doesn't try to stop him from sitting back in blade's lap, hiding in the other's neck so it's easier for blade to dry his hair. another wave of silence surrounds them, peacefully disturbed by cerberus's collar jingling in the hallway before the feline brings one of his cat toys up to [name] and blade; a small smile tugs at [name]'s face because he knows it's the cat's way of trying to make him feel better by bringing a "hunt", and he scratches between the kitten's ears as a silent "thank you" ā even though cerberus most likely doesn't even realize that's what it's for.
he puts his attention back on blade when the other pokes his stomach twice, silently asking for permission to take his shirt off so he can get changed and do his shot. as much as [name] doesn't want to be looked at or look at himself, he lets his boyfriend do so and cooperates by lifting his arms above his head when he needed to, holding back a shiver from the loss of warmth in his clothes. soft clinks and other noises of blade rummaging around in [name]'s self-care box echo off the walls, the older's hands carefully grabbing the bottle of testosterone and two syringes; one to get the testosterone out, the other to inject it. [name] watches his boyfriend's movements carefully to make sure blade does everything correctly, mostly getting the right dose and knowing where his injection site is.
blade wipes the section of skin down with an alcohol wipe before tossing it into the trashcan, angling the testosterone-filled syringe to hover over where [name] normally does his injections. the older counts down from three and slowly pushes the needle into the muscle of [name]'s stomach, muttering soft words of comfort when he notices how tense his boyfriend's arm is from the prick. after about a minute, blade carefully and slowly pulls the needle back out with a steady hand to make sure it doesn't accidentally break off, putting a cap over the needle before tossing it into the trashcan that is specifically for [name]'s syringes to get sent off to get disposed of by someone else. [name] doesn't wait for much longer to change into the baggy shirt that his boyfriend brought into the bathroom with them, wanting to be covered up and hidden as soon as possible because the voice in the back of his head was starting to come back.
he doesn't bother with putting on his sweatpants yet, just wanting to cuddle with his two favorite boys ever and sleep for a little bit until he feels better mentally. physically and emotionally, he feels better just from having his boyfriend's support after a long day without anyone else around to bother them or tease [name] for being clingier than he lets on in public. he looks up at blade with bleary eyes, silently thanking whichever god or goddess gave him a man who loves him dearly no matter what; [name] doesn't even care that he gets caught with the lovey-dovey expression on his face when his boyfriend pulls him up onto his feet and into a tight hug, blade's way of checking in to see if [name] needs anything else. the shorter just shakes his head and sinks further into the other's arms, breathing in the faint traces of cigarette smoke and spice-scented cologne stuck in the threads of blade's shirt before mumbling the three words he's been wanting to say all day but didn't have the chance to, "i love you, ren..."
"i love you too, handsome..." the aloof man responds with an unusually soft tone, kissing the top of [name]'s head softly before dragging them both off to the living room so they can cuddle and watch a movie in the meantime.
ending notes: end is kinda rushed, but i felt like i was dragging this way out, so i just left the rest up to everyone's imagination ^-^ hope everyone enjoys ! (i have 4 more uploads coming out tonight / into tomorrow morning all queued up)
with all the love in the world, if you view a writer you like getting into a ship or fandom you dislike as a betrayal, you need to take several long steps back, like maybe all the way out of fandom, at least until you can stop treating random strangers on the internet writing fanfic for free as your personal contracted servants
okay, so this is going to be my first prompt list i will follow and attempt to complete, but there are no promises ! as much as i want to try and post these every single day of september, i doubt I'll be able to do all thirty days, so they will most likely trickle over into october as well :]
i'm going to mix all of the fandoms that i am currently a part of into this list, BUT if you see a prompt that you enjoy and want something similar written for someone else, i can try my best to make that happen as long as it's a character I'm familiar with and know i can write for :]
this will be character x reader and character x character ships. fandoms include the following:
-> genshin
-> wuwa
-> hsr
-> sally face (is this fandom even still alive?)
-> jujutsu kaisen
... and others !
(redacted means i'm taking the day off to edit and write !) [banners by cafekitsune & k1ssyoursister]
WEEK 1:
jing yuan x reader
blade x trans!m!reader
blade x male reader
beelzebub & belphegor x gn!reader
kazuha x reader
WEEK 2:
dancae
guns & roses (argenthill)
renheng modern au
jingren songfic
sally face x gn!reader
itto x gn!reader
WEEK 3:
jingheng
diluc x m!reader/gn!reader
satosugu (if not, it will be a different fic)
itafushi
baizhu x gn!reader
WEEK 4:
yingxing x m!reader
xiao x reader
klee & gn!reader (familial)
boothill x gn!reader
haikaveh x gn!reader (days 21 and 22 are gonna be mixed)
WEEK 5:
jiyan x reader (most likely m!reader)
mortefi x reader (also most likely m!reader)
dan feng x gn!reader
high cloud quintet in another universe
astral express trio
aether x m!reader
i really hope i can finish this entire series because I've been wanting to do something like this for the longest time, but i never knew how or when to do it. i think i'm gonna cross-post (is that a word) my character x character fics to AO3 if i feel confident enough in my writing to? just depends.
might be days where i accidentally miss posting, so i'll probably double post to make up for it ^-^ i am going to keep requests open still so i can keep my brain juices flowing, but please keep in mind that it might take me a minute to get to them :]
PSA: MY ORIGINAL PLAN TO POST EVERY DAY HAS CHANGED.
I WILL DO "BATCH POSTING" WHERE I WILL QUEUE THINGS TO GO UP AND POST ON EITHER FRIDAYS AND/OR SATURDAYS ! i don't feel like i'm writing good enough content from what i have, so i'm giving myself the time to sit down and edit as i go.
(reminder that i myself am LGBTQIA+, so you're going to see a lot of queer and male x male things on my profile ! do not rewrite my m!reader fics to be fem reader or gender neutral.)
i'm going to get to posting tomorrow (9/6) once i have the week's worth of fics done. changing and re-organizing the list again and splitting things into weeks rather than days so it doesn't feel like such a stressful/heavy deadline for me to post. (also, gonna post 2 comfort blade fics instead of just the one because of a req i got, and i really wanna post both, so that'll be an extra :]
hope everyone's enjoying the first week of september
hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling š
tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.
i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.
please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.
also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please š we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)
reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.
first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.
as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.
for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.
and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.
notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.
honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???
and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.
these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..
now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).
and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.
so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.
but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.
plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?
again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.
not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.
also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her šš and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.
anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3
idk why people are like this. if you want to have a writing blog so bad write your own crap instead of stealing it. it's not that hard to think up a scenario and then run with it. or, idk, if you like someone's works so much, then say so by commenting or reblogging it???
plagiarism ain't cute and it ain't quirky, don't do it.
okay, so this is going to be my first prompt list i will follow and attempt to complete, but there are no promises ! as much as i want to try and post these every single day of september november, i doubt I'll be able to do all thirty days, so they will most likely trickle over into october december as well :]
i'm going to mix all of the fandoms that i am currently a part of into this list, BUT if you see a prompt that you enjoy and want something similar written for someone else, i can try my best to make that happen as long as it's a character i'm familiar with and know i can write for :]
this will be character x reader and character x character ships. fandoms include the following:
-> genshin
-> wuwa
-> hsr
-> sally face (is this fandom even still alive?)
... and others !
(bold + italicized means new work replacing ones i got stuck on!) [banners by cafekitsune & k1ssyoursister]
WEEK 1:
wise x male!reader (zzz)
blade x trans!m!reader
blade x male reader (request)
beelzebub & belphegor x gn!reader
catalyst x male!trans!oc
WEEK 2:
dancae
physical family (boothill, argenti, luca, clara)
renheng modern au
jingren songfic
sally face x gn!reader
itto x gn!reader
WEEK 3:
jingheng
diluc x m!reader/gn!reader
zhongli x gn!reader
xiangli yao x cyborg!reader
baizhu x gn!reader
WEEK 4:
yingxing x m!reader
xiao x reader
klee & gn!reader (familial)
seer x gn!reader
haikaveh x gn!reader
WEEK 5:
jiyan x reader (most likely m!reader)
mortefi x reader (also most likely m!reader)
dan feng x gn!reader
high cloud quintet in another universe
astral express trio
aether x m!reader
i really hope i can finish this entire series because I've been wanting to do something like this for the longest time, but i never knew how or when to do it. i think i'm gonna cross-post (is that a word) my character x character fics to AO3 if i feel confident enough in my writing to? just depends.
might be days where i accidentally miss posting, so i'll probably double post to make up for it ^-^ i am going to keep requests open still so i can keep my brain juices flowing, but please keep in mind that it might take me a minute to get to them :]
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heyyyy i think ur requests are open ? if not feel free to ignore lmao but came to the realization that blade in a suit got me feelin kinda weak in the knees... can i request smth with blade (in the suit ofc) in penacony with a male reader :o i would be much appreciative ^w^
:0 ayyy, first req, let's go ! i will always write blade, so your wish is my command š (also, yes ! my requests are almost always going to be open, so go nuts with requests /srs it helps get me motivated to write and actually post my stuff)
notes: i have wanted to write for blade in penacony so bad, but had no motivation to do so, but now i do !! tried my best, sorry if this isn't what you wanted ! (i am so sorry that it took so long T-T)
p.s. i MIGHT write the so-called "mission/script" they were doing that's mentioned in the beginning, but it depends because holy shit, writing a casino scenario with poker in it? nah, my brain needs to learn the basics of all that first
cw: none really other than this is strictly m!reader (no, i will not rewrite for there to be a gn/fem version /lh /nm), fluff, reader implied to be shorter than blade, miiiiight get some parts of penacony wrong because i am bad at setting and basing this after the events of the story somewhat, first time using [name] for reader because it's a little easier on my brain to swap this back and forth between talking about us (reader) and blade, mention of cigarettes & alcohol, blade smokes like once, reader is part of the stellaron hunters & is in a relationship with blade :)), blade's gonna be a little ooc near the end for the hell of it because i want to have softie bladie
word count: 1.8k
(what's this? something new!) song recommendation for this work specifically: reflections - the neighborhood
after another successful script completion of taking down a target, [name] and Blade decided to spend their extra few days in Penacony since they didnāt exactly get to visit after the whole crisis was happening ā and there wasnāt anyone exactly telling them that said invitation was revoked since the Charmony Festival was still waiting to happen. it was a surprise that they were being put into one of the VIP rooms because of said invitation, but it was more than welcomed because of the view in their room within the Dreamscapeās side of the Reverie. the room itself is spacious with a king-sized bed tucked away behind the archway with beautiful tinted glass doors offering separation from the main room thatās decorated with a deep red-colored sectional along the back wall with an oval coffee table adorned with a phonograph and complimentary sweets; directly across that wall is a built-in bar fully stocked with different liquors and mixers, brand names that [name] isnāt completely familiar with other than the signature SoulGlad that is slapped on every single billboard within the Golden Hour. perhaps the most stunning aspect about this entire place though has to be the balcony that overlooks the entirety of the Blue Hour: a beautiful ocean bay with different boats and vessels sailing across it, a long dock lined with market stalls and flooded with people, and a glistening cityscape along the horizon that makes up the casinos and clubs and amusement parks from the Moment of Stars. this place almost feels more like a lavish apartment in a penthouse suite rather than a VIP room for a simple visit.
[name] wanted to unwind before going out and doing anything, taking advantage of the bathroom with a rain shower to relax and get all of the sweat off his skin after a long day. Penacony is a lot warmer than he thought itād be for being a prison-turned-hotel planet, and since heās used to the coolness of being on the Stellaron Huntersā ship, heās been working up a sweat from just walking to their room alone. as heās working on drying his hair with one of the softest towels known to man, [name] spots Blade sitting on the balconyās railing with a glass filled with a brown liquid in one hand and a cigarette in the other, seeming lost in thought. [name] keeps an eye on him for a bit while he changes into a pair of slacks that look like jeans and a simple, black undershirt since neither of them has said they wanted to walk along the dock yet. he grabs himself a glass from the bar and a few different bottles to make a mixed drink since heās feeling adventurous, following a recipe on the pamphlet to make something called āCosmic Cloudā ā a drink thatās meant to be nostalgic with a beautiful shade of purple made with redsunset sauce and soothing soda for the bottom layer with puffergoat milk and stellar champagne layered on top.
at first glance, it sounds downright revolting since itās on the slightly thicker side for an alcoholic beverage, but once you start sipping on it and get a little mix of everything in there, itās probably one of the best things that [name] has ever had. if it were possible, he would sneak these bottles out in his luggage and take them home with him so he could remake any drink he wanted; but since these are in the Dreamscape rather than in reality, thereās no chance of that happening anytime soon. maybe he can find similar liquors to buy for the bar on base, but thatās a task for another day.
āwhatās that?..ā a gravelly voice asks from behind [name]ās ear, causing him to almost drop his drink mid-sip because of how sudden it was. thankfully, itās just Blade being his usual sneaky self, having the footsteps of a prowling tiger instead of heavy steps for a man of his stature. even after all this time of working together and learning his tells, [name] still gets jumpscared now and again ā especially in moments when he thinks heās still flying under the otherās radar and is being somewhat sneaky.
[name] licks his lips to get the tiny drips that spilled over the corner of his mouth before lifting the glass in his hand as a silent offering, the top two layers beginning to swirl into the deep purple and create a wispy effect that almost looks like swirling clouds being partially disturbed by the wind. surprisingly, Blade takes the glass from him and stares at it for a few minutes before putting the glass to his lips and taking a test sip, his eyes squinting in distrust because he doesnāt trust many people to make him a drink anymore after a stupid prank that Kafka played on everyone. it was supposed to be harmless and have a spicy kick to it, but nobody was expecting the said spicy thing to be ghost pepper hot sauce; that was the day that everyone found out that Blade absolutely cannot handle spice above a certain point, as well as the day that Kafka genuinely almost died because Fireflyās fight or flight mode kicked in, made her activate S.A.M, and damn near burn down the entire base to the chassis.
letās just say all of them stopped talking to each other for a few days after that.
a brief flicker of interest flashes through Bladeās eyes as he hands the glass back to [name], acting like heās neutral about the drink coating his taste buds; however, much to his dismay at times, [name] can read him like a book and already knows that the swordsman has a preference for the taste itself due to his sweet tooth. unlike the other Hunters, [name] keeps his mouth shut and doesnāt mention a thing to Blade about enjoying it, more focused on the fact that his partner has changed out of his beanie and trench coat into a familiar black suit as if he's planning to go out somewhere. itās enough curiosity for [name] to tilt his head and raise one of his brows, his hand instinctively reaching out to fix the red tie thatās slightly messed up after putting his glass down, most likely due to Bladeās hands being shaky and stiff from the muscles and tendons still needing to heal from todayās mission. zs he silently recounts the melody one of his parents taught him long ago to remember how to tie a tie, [name] glances up to look at the taller man in front of him and asks in a gentle but teasing tone, āwhoās the lucky date, hm?ā
Bladeās slightly annoyed look did not go unnoticed by him whatsoever, the swordsmanās eyes rolling with the most sass he could muster. itās always a toss-up whether or not Blade will play along with [name]ās antics, and the last few times have been met with an eye roll initially but turns into silent playfulness on his side whenever heās in a particularly good mood. [name] finishes fixing his boyfriendās tie after a few more seconds, leaving the knot hanging low the way that Blade likes so itās not such a struggle to get off later and leans up to kiss the otherās cheek with a gentle smile. before he can get the chance to turn around and grab his drink back, his wrist is caught by a bandaged hand with a sense of gentleness that heās not all that familiar with; nonetheless, he doesnāt try getting away from it, turning toward Blade with a subtle look of confusion on his face. instead of being met with silence, heās given a verbal response after a light tug on his arm, āweāre not going out yetā¦ I wanna do something first.ā
this is surprising since Blade is usually a man of few words who doesnāt explain anything heās planning ā most of the time, he just goes for it and leaves everyone else in the dark. for once, [name] gets a chance to see what the other is doing and allows Blade to drag him into the middle of the room where thereās not much furniture, only now noticing the slow song thatās playing on the phonograph since theyāre close enough to hear it over the buzzing atmosphere outside on the balcony. Blade doesnāt say much as he pulls [name] in closer to him, wrapping his arms around the otherās waist and resting his head on [name]ās shoulder instead of standing up straight; after two days of constantly being under the maraās influence, the former craftsman was worn down and exhausted, but he wanted to do something to bring something from the Blue Hour into their little space for at least a little while. whatās the point of going out to a random ball to dance when they have their music already and donāt want an audience? besides, Bladeās not sure how long he has left before his legs give out on him completely, and he doesnāt feel like having [name] struggle to carry him back to their hotel room in the worst-case scenario. he might as well make the most of a romantic night with what heās got for the first night here.
no words are spoken between the two for a while, allowing the music softly playing in the background to do all of the talking for them as they sway from side to side slowly in one anotherās arms. [name] fights back a smile as he feels his boyfriend sigh against his neck with a sudden tightening of his arms, but doesnāt stop from sneaking his hands under Bladeās blazer and rubbing the tired and weary muscles hidden underneath the layers of clothes. with just the vibe alone, [name] already knows that they arenāt going anywhere tonight, and he is more than happy with that arrangement because that means cuddling in masses of comfy pillows and blankets for the next couple of hours without a single complaint. his eyes open halfway and land on the doors separating the bedroom and main room, hearing the plush king-sized bed with black sheets and linens calling his name to lure him away from their intimate moment. he slowly runs his hands up to Bladeās shoulders before pulling away from the otherās embrace just enough for them to see one another, [name]ās voice just as tender as his gaze as he turns them both around and begins to take baby steps back, āyāknow what, I changed my mindā¦ spending the night inside doesnāt sound half bad either.ā
that is all the confirmation Blade needed to slump into his boyfriend's arms the minute they lie down, losing the usual aloofness and turning into the biggest cuddler known to man with a sleepy grumble, "it better..."
this is what i was trying to describe with the "cosmic cloud" drink :)) i figured why not use a function within the game to showcase a special drink that i wanted to use? anyways, hope you enjoyed and have a great day/night ! <3
i don't wanna @ anyone in particular, but to the person who requested a blade fic, I'm working on it right now !! it'll be up tonight once i finish editing it :]
ahaha, this totally wasn't going to be the first thing i wrote for blade, but uh- i changed my mind because of fic's indulgence and one of their anons (DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU TURN ME INTO, FIC? DO YOU SEE?!) all jokes aside, i *might* make another version of this where blade is uh... afab (if you know you know, i will not explain further)
notes: this is fueled by nothing but pure horknee because i need this man carnally and i have absolutely no regrets writing this (this is also going to be my first published "smut" so please bear with me bc i get social anxiety posting shit like this T-T) and my timeline might be so far off for how long it's been since blade's been "reborn" or whatever you wanna call it, so oops (got a little inspired by this as well !) a few headcanons are sprinkled in here (banners by cafekitsune, rookthornsartistry, & enchanthings !)
cw: THIS WILL CONTAIN NSFW AND 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI PLEASE <3, attempts at dirty talk, nipple stimulation, biting, lactation (don't look at me), possibly ooc!blade?, somewhat sub!blade? (more like dom!bottom!blade?), not entirely smutty because i am not confident in that at all, gn!reader, reader mentioned to have "plush thighs" once, mentions of blood (not made from or by reader), blade is called "ren" a few times bc i like that name for him, kind of a long build-up because i wanna set the tone and mood a bit
word count: 2.08k
ending is a little rushed, i'm so sorry T-T
Another day, another mission of coming home with stiff joints, blood-soaked clothes, and a headache that wonāt go away because of how much tension there is in Bladeās head from dealing with his mara on top of healing his wounds before he would bleed out. For once in the three hundred years heās been stuck in this body, this is one of the first days where Bladeās arthritic hands started to bother him ā memories of working in the forge with blurred voices occupying his mind for mere seconds as he shuffles down the hallways towards his room, only worsening the growing ache in his skull and blurring his vision. He lets out an annoyed groan while clutching his head in one hand, the other blindly reaching for the thumbprint scanner on the wall next to his door, barely having the energy to walk, let alone physically slide the door open and shut it afterward.
The sight waiting for him as he walks in somewhat soothes his headache: seeing you lying in bed with one of the t-shirts that he hardly ever wears, silently reading one of the books Kafka had bought you on her last shopping spree while sipping on what Blade can only assume is either tea or hot chocolate since you never drink coffee this late to wait up for him. He finishes stepping in through the doorway before jamming his thumb into the button thatāll shut the door, the hydraulics catching your attention this time and dragging your gaze towards the noise, your eyes softening a bit as the discomfort yet relief in Bladeās eyes becomes more obvious the closer he gets to the bed. The quiet *clang* of his Shard Sword slipping out of his hands onto the floor next to the bed echoes off the walls as he sits on the edge of the bed, stopping himself from collapsing into the mattress because the last thing he wanted to do was ātaintā you with his sins (aka the blood currently soaking his clothes). Itās the one weird thing about Blade: he always shows his love in odd ways, and the one thing he visibly shows his love for you is how heāll never sleep in the same bed as you until he cleans himself up and changes into fresh clothes; the only reason why heās not taking one already is because he wants you to hold him first, give him a sense of normality that isnāt Kafkaās Spirit Whisper to drag him out of his mara-induced state.
Thankfully, he doesnāt have to entirely ask for it, his dimly lit eyes watching as your book and mug of whatever your choice of drink was are put down on the nightstand on āyour sideā of the bed before you scoot over closer to him and hold your hands up in an inviting way. Not even a second passes by before your boyfriend is resting his face in your palms, finding solace and peace in your touch like it was a bonfire in the middle of winter ā his mind slowing enough for him to feel like he can breathe without feeling like heāll lash out at any little thing that feels like an inconvenience. Anyone else would receive the cold shoulder from Blade when heās like this; but with you? He doesnāt have the gall to, not after all of the attempts youāve made to give him a place to call home, a place where parts of his old self could appear again like he hadnāt become thisā¦ monster in the first place.
Noā¦ He wasnāt a monster or a weapon, he knew that. He knows heās not because there are still people who care for him like heās anyone else, you make sure to remind him of that when heās in a mood like this.
āRen, love? Are you listening?..ā Your voice calls out gently, tilting his head so heād look at you instead of seeming like heās staring into space. His mara is subsiding a lot quicker than it normally does once he looks at your face again, paying more attention to the softness of the skin on your hands brushing over the scars under his left eye and near his nose. Instead of responding verbally, he just tiredly nods before he leans his head forward to rest on your chest, wanting to listen to your heartbeat and feel your breathing after almost a week of being separated. That alone was enough to tell you that he wasnāt in the mood to talk yet, and that was perfectly fine with you because he didnāt need to talk while you worked on getting him out of his torn and bloodied clothes while taking care of any cuts and other wounds that didnāt heal on their own.
With a quick reassurance that it was okay for you to do so, you start to slip Blade out of his jacket first, undoing the button in the front first before unzipping the zipper thatās hidden underneath subtle pieces of fabric ā your boyfriendās shoulders visibly sagging as he sits up with sluggish movements, the pain in his hands now moving into his back and shoulders once your hands rub over his sore muscles in an attempt to distract him from the aches. By some miracle, he wasnāt covered in blood on his skin, most of it soaked into the bandages wrapped around his torso, your eyes shamelessly roaming over his chest because of the scarred muscle slightly spilling out between wide cracks between the cotton white wraps. Your hands make slow work of removing the splotched bandages, lips not saying a word as more of the otherās scarred skin was revealed to a loving gaze rather than a pitiful one like most would give him. Bladeās expression doesnāt exactly show it, but thereās a sense of relief that runs through him as you silently rub his shoulders and kiss his spine between his shoulder blades like he was a delicate flower you were scared to break off its stem too soon.
There was silence between both of you for a while, the scarred man letting you take care of him by massaging the soreness out of his shoulders and back, not entirely thinking twice about it as you reached around and ran the backs of your fingers along his ribs and stomach since itās something youāve always done. Heās used to your āweirdā little quirks where youāll absentmindedly trace different scars across his skin to ground both you and himself, giving both of you the chance to silently say āI love youās by the one thing that comes the easiest to you both. However, once your hands start wandering up towards his chest and begin to feel up all of the muscle and body mass heās built up over the years, he gives into it completely because heās missed feeling your hands on him ā and not even in just a sexual way. Itās the times youād play with his hair while he slept on your chest, when your fingers would be the ones responsible for wrapping him up or covering him in stickers to āhelp him feel betterā when it came to those nights of dysphoria and body dysmorphia, the nights youāll massage his hands with warm oils and lotions after a long mission so he wouldnāt have to deal with carpal tunnel and arthritisā¦
A groan rumbles in the back of his throat as his back hits the sheets after heās led to lie down gently by you, his eyes already hazy and clouded over as you take your place on top of him and straddle his waist between the pair of plush thighs he knows are scarred with indents of his teeth. You donāt give him much time to think about how badly he wants to freshen those marks again, his mind getting drawn to a sense of warmth surrounding one of his areolas before a small suckle brings his nipple into your mouth. Normally, Blade isnāt a guy who will get flustered and turn red, but this is the one thing that you can do that will immediately shut him up and make him lose that stoic attitude for at least five minutes; ever since his reincarnation with receiving the dragon heart from that cursed man who tried saving him after touching remnants of Shuhuās flesh, Bladeās chest (specifically on the left side) has been more sensitive than the rest of his body, something that the two of you discovered accidentally one night when you wanted to explore with shibari. Ever since then, Blade would do everything to keep his chest covered around you unless he really wanted you to mess with him and help him clear his head for a while.
All it takes is one particularly hard suckle and a brief brush of your teeth skirting over his nipple before Bladeās pushing his chest up towards your mouth and reaching up to hold onto the back of your hair with an iron grip, fighting hard not to tug too hard on your head and hurt you accidentally. Quiet moans slowly start to fill up the room and bounce off the wall behind the headboard, broken *pops* following soon after because your lover canāt stay still long enough for you to have a good enough grip on him; his thighs wonāt stop twitching under yours, his hands twitching in your hair and in the sheets when you suckle a little too hard, his chest slowly starting to heave the longer you put him through this blissful torture that makes his limbs feel like jelly while his head is filled with cottonā¦ with a certain helping of silent, vile thoughts that he wouldnāt dare to speak out loud. Heād never be able to look you in the eyes again if he slipped too far into his desires of wanting his chest to be messed with enough for his body to force him to lactate as if he were in a womanās body, for you to get his chest so sensitive that he canāt wear a tight fitting shirt or his bandages for days because it just reminds him of you. The absolute shame would be obvious if his cheeks werenāt red with lust already, and his leaking cock thatās currently ruining yet another pair of jeans isnāt much more of a hint to you that heās drifting further and further away from the present into his perverted fantasies. You canāt blame the guy, just because heās immortal doesnāt mean he canāt have his moments.
āSettle, Renā¦ Weāre not the only ones on the ship right now,ā you remind him after a louder moan is pulled from the manās chest, the nipple you had in his mouth puffy and shiny with saliva. The coldness from said fluid sends Bladeās mind into a spiral as his mind confuses it with something else. He barely acknowledges your hand slipping down toward his jeans until his hot skin is suddenly cooled by your palm, his entire body going stiff from the difference in body temperature between you. Neither of you says a word about the amount of pre-cum coating the tip of his cock, either too engrossed with the feeling of being in one anotherās grasp again or too used to it to care. It does not matter how often or how many times youāre intimate with Blade, if heās aroused enough, you might as well change the sheets three times throughout the night because this man will not be able to control himself.
However, he finds the strength to do so this time to half-ass listen, but not to you ā to the thoughts running rampant in his head. He pulls your head back down towards his chest with a glare that holds absolutely no bite to it, silently commanding you to finish what you started because heāll be damned if heās left halfway dangling off the edge and suffering for the next twenty minutes that you try to get him to shower and wash up. The first words out of his mouth werenāt entirely surprising to hear given the situation, but the way his tone is somehow soft yet commanding, still having some form of a soft spot only for you after all of the teasing bullshit youāve done to him: āDo that again but donāt forget that I can still remind you to choose your next words and actions carefully.ā
i MIGHT make this into a whole ass smut and finish the rest of it if i get the courage to, but it might happen after the other smut I've been wanting to write for blade first. we'll see !
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alright part two to this fic :D (you don't necessarily need to read it to understand this one, but the beginning will make a little more sense if you do read it.)
notes: wanted to try an onomatopoeia in at least one of my writings to see if i liked the way it looked, any feedback on whether or not i should keep them every now and then would be appreciatedš
same cw's as last time: domestic life with jing yuan, snowmoon & yanqing (somewhat), tooth-rotting fluff (hopefully), gender neutral reader, yanqing is jing yuan's adoptive son & possibly written older than he actually is (referred to as a teen, around 14?), snowmoon referred to as "it" + jing yuan calls reader "qin'ai de", he's kind of a drama queen here this time, reader implied to be smaller than jy, probably one part that sounds suggestive but isn't
word count: 2.14k
while there are always the days when your husband is up bright and early to greet you with breakfast (sometimes even in bed), there are also jing yuan's bad days where you're not so lucky... it's not very often when your husband is cranky in the morning, but if the night before caused him to come home way later than the three of you are used to and he has to go in early that next morning; hell, you might as well be dealing with a second snowmoon that didn't get its second helping of meat for dinner and have the patience of a saint.
for once in almost two years, you're the first one to wake up within the entire household: curtains in your bedroom still shut, a somewhat stale scent from last night's dinner still hovering in the air instead of breakfast being made; no water running from the bathroom or clattering of pans in the kitchen to signal that your son is awake... even snowmoon is still curled up at the foot of your bed in its usual place during the night, rolled over onto its back with its paws bent like your everyday housecat asleep on your couch ā which it is far from. any other morning, it'd be a slight cause for concern to not have the house awake at this hour, but with the sight in front of you combined with the weight on your back and waist, it becomes crystal clear why the house is dead silent at nearly six in the morning.
your husband is passed out on his side of the bed, snoring up a storm as he lays face down on his stomach with his head buried in his pillow, not even out of the clothes he wore from the day prior, let alone under the covers period. his hair is somehow miraculously unscathed with the red ribbon you tied in his hair the morning before now. the rest of the man, however, is completely disheveled and hanging on by mere buttons and clasps. jing yuan barely made it halfway for taking his armor off, his vanguard still strapped around his wrists, keeping his undershirts from slipping off the rest of his shoulders; the thigh harnesses the only thing that's keeping his pants held up because of how tight they're strapped and buckled.
a sight that breaks your heart because of how many nights in the past when your significant other would come home dog-tired ā sometimes even needing help to get to bed ā and you, unfortunately, fell asleep way before he was even on the way home, the one night he absolutely would have needed your love and kindness.
in an attempt to make up for it now, you slowly and carefully wiggle yourself out from under jing yuan's arm and snowmoon's heavy body cutting off the circulation to your feet, stopping only once when you'd feel your husband's body stir from the loss of your warmth. once he finally settled down with a few whispers of reassurance, you start wrestling with his weight to roll him over on his back before struggling to get him at least partially undressed so his last few hours of sleep wouldn't be uncomfortable. everything was going fine and dandy until the time to get him out of his pants and harnesses came.
instead of reacting like he normally would be helping you lazily lift his hips and legs one at a time while he's half asleep, he decides to make things harder and starts to whine about wanting to sleep a little longer while weakly swatting his now bare hands at you. even after you try to explain to him that you're trying to get him comfortable and make it easier on his body to sleep, jing yuan continues to ignore you and rolls back over onto his stomach with a small grumble that's all bark and no bite, "it's too early... just let me sleep."
"well, i would if you weren't wearing your armor in bed, weirdo. you're basically asking for your back to be killing you by the time you get up and go to work, baobei." you, once again, try to explain to him in a gentler voice, quickly deciding to leave him alone for now because nobody wants to deal with a cranky jing yuan.
instead, you try to comfort him the one way you know how by lying down next to him and rubbing his back with the backs of your fingers ā which lands you into being pulled under your husband's arm to be used as a personal pillow, his head finding its place on your chest because your heartbeat helps calm him down more than anything else. although this makes it a little more difficult to reach where you were initially scratching his skin lovingly, you manage to reach his hair, pulling the red ribbon out of his hair slowly before reaching for one of the other's wrists to tie the hair accessory around his wrist so neither of you would lose it on the matching shade of sheets the two of you are currently laying on.
as much as your body wants to lose the fight to go back to sleep, the caring side of you was too worried about jing yuan being unable to do the same. it was no secret to you that once your husband wakes up after sleeping for longer than five hours, he will normally stay up for good. the only surefire way that you knew for sure would make things ten times easier on the other to get back to sleep is playing with his hair, specifically running your nails along the middle of his nape where his hairline is. it's something that jing yuan's mother would do as a kid suffering from nightmares, and it continued into his teen years whenever baiheng would take care of him when he was sick. now, it's something that's been "passed" onto you, another person in his life who knows every little tic and thing about him.
for the next hour, the two of you lay in one another's arms in silence, listening to each other's breathing while snowmoon continued to snore at your feet, jing yuan's breathing eventually evening out as he fell back asleep ā shamelessly using your body as his personal bed as if he wasn't nearly twice the size of you. it's close to seven a.m. before the first sound of life the the house, a quiet and subtle *krr-kck* of yanqing's bedroom door opening, followed by quiet patters of footsteps. the noises are enough to wake up your half-asleep mind, a silent curse filling your mind as you realize that all of you have to get ready within the next fifteen minutes if you all want to get to work on time. the only thing holding you back from doing so immediately like you normally would is because of jing yuan.
part of you didn't have the heart to move him, not when he's sleeping on your shoulder in the crook of your neck, cuddling with you like you'll leave him to suffer in a cold bed for the next thirty minutes. it doesn't take long for you to come to the decision to let jing yuan sleep for a little while longer, taking it upon yourself to deal with fu xuan and qingzu if they decide to bring up anything regarding the general's lateness. it's not like there's a crisis happening on the Luofu at the crack of dawn; somebody would've called by now if they were needed or sent a cloud knight to their house by now.
the shower shutting off from across the hallway is your signal to get jing yuan up, knowing that yanqing will be waiting for them for breakfast and won't eat anything without the two of you. there's a voice in the back of your mind telling you that you should get payback for all of the times your husband had woke you up by tickling you or kissing all over your face in the most (affectionately) annoying way he possibly could; but once again, you can't bring yourself to after the long night you know for a fact that he had. revenge can be saved for another time, this morning can be gentle and allow the general to wake up at his own pace... once he actually gets his foot in the door, of course.
being gentler and more careful this time around compared to a mere hour ago, you roll your husband over onto his back in the middle of the bed before slowly brushing his bangs out of his eyes, making a mental note that he desperately needs a haircut again already. putting that thought aside for now, you lean down to press a kiss to the other's beauty mark under his eye, the muscles in his cheek twitching from the sudden contact. one after the other, kisses are littered across your husband's face: one on each closed eyelid, a few across the bridge where a patch of his skin is darker than the rest of his face due to being out in the sun for hours at a time, and more from one ear to the other along his jaw until jing yuan finally starts to stir with a confused and sleepy groan, brows furrowed in confusion.
you barely get the chance to tell him "good morning" before his arms wrap around your shoulders and turn the tables on you, pinning you under his weight again, that stupid smug and cocky ":3" face he always makes towards you. he tries to reciprocate the affection you gave him, but snowmoon decides that now is a good time to act "protective" over you; it gets up from where it was lying and grabs your bicep between its jaws carefully to try and drag you away from jing yuan with a playful growl and huff. the two of you just start laughing, your husband joining in with the playful behaviors by cupping your face in his hands and kissing whatever skin he could on your face that wasn't being covered by the lion's mane ā which only pisses snowmoon off even more, its paws trying to swat at the general to get him to stop like a housecat trying to correct a younger cat's behavior.
everyone on the Luofu knows how possessive this lion gets over you, jing yuan, and yanqing; if itās not getting attention from the person it wants or canāt protect you or yanqing from jing yuanās affections, all youāre going to see if snowmoon either sulking or pouncing on top of jing yuan and play fighting with him. and unfortunately for your beloved general, it looks like the feline is choosing the latter.
neither of you gets the chance to process the small wiggle that snowmoon does before it full-on tackles jing yuan onto the floor, a mix of laughter and pained groans bouncing off the walls. it doesnāt take very long for the lion to get bored of wrestling the bigger man before it leaps right back up into bed and curls around your waist with a snort, basically saying āthis is my human now, go awayā. instead of laughing, jing yuan just pouts at the two of you as he sits up from the floor, the reaction mostly directed at you because youāre not even trying to fight back and just letting snowmoon steal you from him. he crosses his arms over his chest with a silent āhmphā, turning his head away from you with an overly sassy exaggeration, which does nothing except make you laugh harder (and you fail miserably trying to muffle it behind your hand). in turn, your husband just rolls his eyes again and mumbles under his breath, āyouāre cruel to me, qināai deā¦ā
unable to help yourself after seeing your beloved and seemingly childish general in such a ābadā mood, you slowly untangle yourself from the lionās grasp and kneel in front of your husband with your head tilted playfully, almost as if you were taunting him. before he can say anything, however, you quickly kiss him on the bitten and slightly bruised lips that youād fight tooth and nail for to keep engraved in your memory until your last dying breath. just like butter in a hot skillet, jing yuan melts and turns into the lovesick puppy you inadvertently turned him into and gets rid of that annoyed persona faster than either of you could recite the cloud knightās pledge. all he can do after you pull away is give you a warm smile once he hears your next choice of words, āyouāre way too in love with me to hold it against me.ā
# . . . . ā°āāā®finishing touches: i did not mean for this to get as long as it did, clearly i was really wanting to take care of sleepy jing yuan. just wanted to say a quick thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged my first fic :] very much appreciated !! š
