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Heartstring & Hellfire (Male!Huntrix x Reader x Saja Boys)

Prologue, Chapter 01, Chapter 02,

Note: will be uploading a female version of huntrix x reader x saja boys of this story.

Sweet Desire (Genshin Impact x Reader smut)

Prologue,

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Chapter 02: Heartstrings & Hellfire (Male Huntrix x Reader x Saja Boys)

In the underworld, all demons had gathered, making way for the trembling, lone surviving female demon flight attendant. Her legs shook beneath her as she walked toward a towering platform, throne of the King of Demons. Whimpers escaped her lips, echoing in the eerie silence, as thousands of demonic eyes followed her.

She halted at the base of the stairs leading up to the throne. Frozen in fear, she hesitated.

A deafening growl erupted.

Her demonic markings flared red. An invisible force seized her, lifting her off the ground and slamming her down before the throne of Gwi-Ma-the King of Demons. Weakened from lack of soul consumption, he appeared as a massive inferno, only his gaping, flaming mouth visible.

"Let me guess. They got away again?" he asked, eerily calm.

"The Hunters... they're too strong," she whimpered.

"I understand."

"You... you do?" she blinked, surprised by his compassion.

"I understand you're WEAK!" Gwi-Ma roared, launching hellfire at her. Her screams pierced the air as she burned alive.

"Pathetic! Useless! All of you!" he bellowed. The demons trembled, terrified of becoming his next victim.

"Don't you idiots understand? Once the Hunters turn the Honmoon gold, it's over for us!" he snapped. Above them, the Honmoon, a celestial phenomenon had pulsed, glowing gold, expanding steadily.

A soft, melodic pluck of a bipa echoed.

"There once was a mighty demon king," a lyrical voice chimed. The demons turned toward the sound. A male demon in a black hanbok stood on top of a hongsalmun gate. "Stop me if you've heard this one."

"He was in total control. He feasted on souls. The world trembled when he roared."

The demon floated down, a massive demon tiger trailing behind him. The crowd parted, not in reverence, but in fear.

"But then some Hunters sang a song. Now he just starves all day long. Can't touch a soul, his fire's gone cold. Just a whisper in the dark."

~"Will he let the fire go out?"

"Is this the end of him now?"

"Dying king with a crumbling crown?"

"Will he let the fire go out?"~

The singer reached the foot of the throne. Gwi-Ma's mouth smoldered. "I let you keep that voice, Jinu. And you dare mock me with it?" Four more demons materialized behind Jinu.

"I'm not mocking you. I'm here to help," Jinu said. "It's time for a new strategy. We fight the Hunters where they least expect it."

He gestured dramatically. The five of them hovered up to the throne platform.

"Go after the source of their power. The fans."

The five struck a pose.

"A demon boy band?" Gwi-Ma blinked. Then laughed, a massive roar of flame and noise. The crowd forced laughter. "What makes you think that will work?"

With a snap, Jinu transformed his crew into stunning, charismatic idols. The demons gasped in awe.

"Yeah. That's totally gonna work." "Yeah. 100%." All other demons below agree with the transformation, others are even astonished with their new look.

"Okay. I know you, Jinu. In 400 years, you've never done anything that didn't serve yourself. What do you want?" Jinu's smirk faded. A flash of painful memory, a woman and a child. Gone in an instant. "The memories. I want them erased."

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The concert ended. Fans exited the arena, buzzing about the gold shimmer on the Honmoon. In the underground lift, the three Hunters and (Y/n) celebrated.

"Did we just see gold?!"

"Yeah, I can't believe we're doing it."

"It's so exciting!"

"Okay. You know what this means boys. It's time to release that song."

"Yes! It's finally time!"

"We're gonna turn it gold. Yay!"

"The moment we waited for."

"Yes!"

But Rumi coughed unexpectedly. (Y/n) swayed.

"Whoa. That was weird." Rumi had coughed unexpectedly in front of them.

"Whoa!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she suddenly felt woozy, as all the boys held her steady.

"Good thing we're taking a break."

"Yeah. Sounds like you both need the rest."

"Yeah. Just need a little water."

"Did someone say water?"

"Hi, Bobby."

The lift doors opened. Staff swarmed in, led by Bobby. Meeting the proud smiles of their manager, Bobby.

"Water! Now! What a show! That guy in the demon suit exploding into confetti? Amazing!"

"Yeah... 'special effects,'" Miro said, sharing a look with (Y/n).

"Social numbers are off the charts! (Y/n), since your manager's on vacation, I'll cover you," Bobby said.

(Y/N) walks beside the boys and has someone adjust her robes and take off some of her accessories.

(Y/n) smiled kindly. "Thanks, Bobby, but you don't have to-"

"You really are an angel, (Y/N). But I promise you that everything is fine and I can manage it well. As long as you are with the boys." Bobby said, reassuring the worried girl of his capabilities.

"So, to celebrate, I booked you all a week-long staycation at the fanciest, most exclusive relaxation resort in Korea." As a reward for the success and topping the charts yet again, Bobby organised a staycation at a fancy resort for them. But they promptly denied it.

The boys exchanged glances.

"Sorry, Bobby. We've already got the hottest ticket in town."

"What?"

"To our couch! Couch! Couch!"

"Bobby, you should go enjoy the resort. This tour has been grueling for everyone." Rumi said to their manager.

"Yeah. You deserve it." (Y/N) Continues as she agrees with what Rumi said to Bobby.

"Me? Ah, no. I couldn't possibly." He tried to deny it at first but accepted it in the end. "Just kidding. Robe me. I'm a 34 short. See you in a couple weeks, boys and (Y/N)!" Since the resort is now available, Rumi states that he should go to the resort instead. Bobby promptly got a robe and face mask on.

"Bye, Bobby!" All four of them greet the manager with farewells.

As he left, he paused. "(Y/n), you okay? You look pale." Bobby questions, pausing her exit to follow the boys. Granted she didn't feel all that fine the past few days but since she didn't want any to worry about it due to it may have been over work and the stress for the concert.

"Yeah, I feel fine, it may have just been the over workload and the stress. But I promise to get some rest." (Y/N) smiled brightly in order to assure Bobby and the other staff members behind him. (Y/N) then caught up with the boys on their way out.

The group left, excited for two weeks off. "All right. Two weeks of vacation."

"Yes. Vacations." Rumi said while smiling deceptively like he was up to something the others didn't know about.

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In the middle of Seoul Korea is a building owned by Hunrix themselves. If it was not obvious to the giant Huntrix logo brightly lit on top of the tower. This was the home of the members of the Huntrix but what the public doesn't know is that this was also the home of (Y/n), who just lived below the top penthouse.

The elevator opened to show all three boys still in their robes arriving home. While (Y/n) went home first to change clothing.

"Mmm! I can't wait to eat kimbap and stare at the ceiling." Miro said dreamily at the prospects of rest and food.

"I already picked a movie for us. It's actually a list of 700 two-second videos to watch, all about turtles." Zane said fast, while in the background Rumi can be seen hyperfocusing on his phone about something. "Mm-hm."

"Sounds super boring. But (Y/n) loves turtles, I'm so down to watch with her here."

"Let's do this." Rumi said gleefully as he pressed the button that said 'launch' on his phone screen, where a new album cover of all three members of the Huntrix wearing black armor with golden chain accessories. While (Y/n) was positioned besides Rumi on the cover was dressed in an all white tube top and high waisted skirt with a gold jacket that resembles the jacket worn by the boys but only it was cropped and it also features her signature wings behind her ears and the tips of the wings were colored blue, purple, and pink to represent the three boys in her life. A new single by Huntrix featuring (Y/n) was released to the public, a new song entitled 'Golden'.

Rumi then went to their vast giant walk-in closet where all their previous concert and hunting outfits were all stored. He stops in front of four specific outfits that were worn by the four in the cover of the song. "It's time." He said, smirking to himself.

"Couch! Couch! Couch!" Chanted by both Miro and Zane while holding various foods towards their couch in front of a floor to ceiling window overlooking the city. As they plop down on the most comfortable couch they have. Both sighed in relief as the tiresome weight already had been lifted from their shoulders. "Couch!"

"Ah, yeah. That's the stuff."

"So relaxing."

"Yeah."

Rumi's head was then seen lifting behind the couch with a giant smile on his face. "Hey. Have a good break?"

"Huh?" Both boys relaxing on the couch were baffled by what Rumi just asked them.

"What? No. We literally just sat down!" Miro declared.

As Rumi then further stood up on his two feet making his costume more visible to the other two boys and even smiled wider. "Why are you in your new costume?"

"Rumi, you didn't." The two tried to convince Rumi but in reality they were convincing themselves that their rest was not interrupted.

"Did you announce the new single?" Miro had this annoyed look on his face.

"The promo starts tomorrow - - tonight?" While Zane looked like he was about to cry.

"Tonight?"

As Rumi showed the boys their own costumes to wear, both tried to convince Rumi to let them have their break.

"Rumi, no!"

"No!"

"But the pajamas! Time alone with (Y/n). But no! No!."

Both boys were now sobbing and crying out 'No' but knowing their leader it was already too late and they could kiss their vacation time bye bye. The elevator doors open only for (Y/n) to come in her white nightgown as she was looking at her phone, her angel wings on the sides of her head were visible since it indicates comfortability with the boys.

"Hey! Ugh, guys did you know someone had leaked the promotion and the song for Golden on social media?" She query the boys only to meet all three dressed in their 'Golden' outfits, with both Miro and Zane slumped down and crying behind a smiling Rumi, who was also holding up (Y/n)'s own 'Golden' jacket, tube top and skirt.

"(Y/n) help us."

"(Y/n) save yourself."

"Well, I'm out. I seem to forget that I left the stove on. I should probably go home." (Y/n) tried to run out back to the elevator, but a hand on her left shoulder stopped her. She slowly turns her head left to see Rumi's face as chills run down her spine by his unnerving smile towards her.

"Where do you think you're going, (Y/n)?" Rumi demanded from her while he kept on smiling. The silence that followed was frightening to both (Y/n) and the other two boys.

The elevator doors opened once again showing Bobby walking towards the group. Both Miro and Zane were still sobbing while (Y/n) was hugging herself beside Rumi looking traumatized as her wings were still visible, making it so that Bobby will assume it's part of the look.

"Boys, oh! and (Y/n), you won't believe this!"

"Bobby!" Miro uttered dejectedly.

"No more relaxy time!" Zane voiced out down heartedly. While Rumi was standing confidently and smiling, as (Y/n) was quietly standing beside him, traumatized by what just happened.

"Your new single is on fire! Everyone's listening to it." Bobby said frantically happily to the four in front of him. Which caught the attention of the three.

"Yay!" All four of them cheered together.

"So let's go promo!" Bobby then changed into his own version of the 'Golden' outfit consisting of a black blazer with gold design with black slacks.

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HUNTRIX: GOLDEN

C O M I N G S O O N

A countdown is promoted in every phone of fans waiting for it to reach zero. In the background of the countdown was a gold light surrounding the upper bodies of both Rumi and (Y/n).

"New single?"

"New single?" Everyone in the streets can be seen excited for the new single to be released.

"New Huntrix with (Y/n)?"

In a giant screen in the middle of the street the music video starts to play. The lyrics song of redemption, friendship, and rising from the dark. All four ran into the light together.

Rumi, laying down on a bed with a golden streak from a semi opened door hitting his face. Miro, seated in a window seal as golden light comes from the sky. Zane, leaning against school lockers as golden light shines from the windows.

(Y/n), curled up in a corner in a room filled with nothing but darkness, with her head hiding in her lap hugging her knees, as a golden light comes from above.

All four of them, with the golden light from the sun shines on them as they freely drive, with Miro as the driver, Zane in the passenger seat, and both Rumi and (Y/n) seated in the back seat.

As fans eagerly wait for the start of the music video, the whole crowd counts down in Korean from 5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

~"I was a ghost, I was alone (hah). 어두워진 (Eoduwojin) (hah), 압길 속에 (apgil soge) (ah)"~

~"Given the throne, I didn't know how to believe. I was the queen that I'm meant to be (oh)"~

~"I lived two lives, tried to play both sides. But I couldn't find my own place (oh, oh)"~

"~Called a problem child, 'cause I got too wild. But now that's how I'm gettin' paid, 끝없이 (kkeuteopsi) on stage"~

~"I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin'. Like I'm born to be"~

~"We dreamin' hard, we came so far. Now I believe"~

As the video shows each of the boys having a door opened to them as they are guided by the golden light. While (Y/n) was shown that golden light fills the empty space but then the light was blocked by three figures, she lifts her head up to see all the boys with their hands reaching out to her. Blinded by the golden light behind the boys, she could still see them smiling down at her, renewed by this she took the hand in the middle while the other two helped her stand. As all four of them ran into the light Together as one.

~"We're goin' up, up, up, it's our moment. You know together we're glowin'. Gonna be, gonna be golden"~

Multiple tweets are then shown talking about how amazing the new single, how amazing Huntriz is, how unbelievable it is to feature (Y/n) in a different light with her angel wings looking more realistic on her, and then fans debating whose hand (Y/n) took. "You see my head bobbing?"

~"Oh, up, up, up with our voices. 영원히 깨질 수 없는 (Yeongwonhi kkaejil su eomneun). Gonna be, gonna be golden"~

"Tell us about that new single?" A live interview set up in public where both the Huntrix and (Y/n) talks about their new collaboration song.

"Golden. It's the story of us." Miro started

"It's a song about who we are, and where we're going next." "As well as how our friendship will continue to stay strong." Both Rumi and (Y/n) continued.

"And the first live performance is tonight!" Zane said excitedly as a presentation behind them emphasized the first live performance of Golden.

"It's the beginning of a new chapter for us."

~"Oh, I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin'. Like I'm born to be. Oh, our time, no fears, no lies. That's who we're born to be"~

Thousands of fans chanted and cheered in front of the building of World Cable News for the upcoming performance.

"For the whole world. We're so excited to show you what's next."

Bobby double checked everything with the staff so that the live performance will be perfect.

Miro and Zane in their shared dressing room can be seen laughing and taking selfies with each other.

But with (Y/n) and Rumi in two seperate dressing rooms. Can be seen upset about something.

~"Waited so long to break these walls down. To wake up and feel like me"~

(Y/n) hunched over the table sadly looking into the mirror in front of her and lifting one her feathers to see some already turned black, as Rumi leaned against the wall between him and the other boys wearing a robe looking dejected. As he walked towards the mirror letting go of the robe his demonic purple patterns showed around his arms and chest, (Y/n) slowly pulling down her skirt to show her lower neval a different kind of red demonic patterns can be shown.

~"Put these patterns all in the past now. And finally live like the boy they all see"~

~"No more hidin', I'll be shinin'. Like I'm born to be"~

With a deep breath from the both of them and renewed strength, fixing their appearances. Both went out of their dressing room to see each other and (Y/n) holding her hand out to Rumi. Which he took and faced her while lovinly looking her in the eye, silently communicating to one another and smiling together.

~"'Cause we are hunters, voices strong. And I know I believe"~

~"We're goin' up, up, up, it's our moment. You know together we're glowin'. Gonna be, gonna be golden. Oh, up, up, up with our voices. 영원히 깨질 수 없는 (Yeongwonhi kkaejil su eomneun). Gonna be, gonna be golden"~

All four of them can be seen practising their live performance as fans continue to cheer from outside the station.

"(Y/n) and Rumi's voice!"

"I can't wait to hear them both live!"

Bobby with the camera crew and the other staff can be seen also dancing to the new song. Because of that he also accidentally hit a nearby camera man. "Ah, sorry."

~"Oh, I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin'. Like I'm born to be -"

Rumi was surprised to choke during his singing so he tried to clear his throat. As for (Y/n), she suddenly felt a burst of pain in her abdominal area and put an arm around it but stopped as she covered her pain, so that no one from the boys would be worried.

"Huh?"

"You okay?" Miro asked in concern for Rumi, as Zane looked worried also with Rumi none of them saw (Y/n) quickly holding abdomen in pain.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Let's take it again. From the top." Rumi tried to convince everyone that he was okay.

~"Oh, I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin'. Like I'm born to be -"

All four of them started the practice from the top to perfect the performance for the fans with Bobby still dancing in front of them. Rumi once again coughed out of nowhere as the music stopped.

"Um, Rumi, are you okay? Do you need some water?" Bobby asked out of concern to one of the boys he considers as one of his own.

Rumi, still shocked about his voice choking, can't accept it until he remembers about his patterns. "I just need five. I'm gonna take five." He said before walking out of the stage.

"Five minutes? We go live in ten!" A concerned female station staff said.

"Um..."

Both Miro and Zane looked at one another in worry but (Y/n) was already looking in worry to the direction Rumi went.

"I'll go with him, Bobby, just to check on him." (Y/n) announced as she ran after Rumi before anyone could say something, she was already gone.

"Okay, I can handle this. I'm not having a nervous breakdown. Visualized there's not 10,000 fans at the door screaming and sounding scary." Bobby trying to convince himself while smiling nervously.

"Mayday! There's 10,000 fans at the door screaming and sounding scary!" Two security guards, afraid for their lives, said into their walkie talkies as fans surrounding them kept on screaming and wanting to go inside of the station. Both guards were hugging each other for protection against the fans, one of them even took a picture for evidence for hazard pay.

Rumi ran back to his dressing room removing the harness between his jacket, as he slowly walked to the mirror pulling down the zipper in his tight white shirt. Rumi was shocked to see that the patterns increased, growing towards his throat.

"My voice? Ah, no. No." Breathing heavily he couldn't accept with what's happening.

A knock was heard from his door. "Rumi, is everything okay? Is it about that?" (Y/n) asked genuinely concerned since she knew about his patterns.

Rumi looked back at himself in the mirror and hastily fixed his outfit back. "I'm okay, (Y/n). I promise, I just need time for myself."

"Oh, okay. I'll tell Bobby and the others then." She said hesitantly, putting her hands and forehead on the door that separates her and Rumi. "Rumi, you know that I'm always here for you about anything. I'll always be here for you." She said before walking away to inform the others that the live performance needs to be cancelled and rescheduled.

Unknown to (Y/n) and the others, Rumi had left the station by the emergency exit, conveniently avoiding the eyes of the crowd of fans. As Rumi began to run away from everyone, from the pain, from the loneliness, and from everything.

He began to remember a memory from his childhood that he tried to repress. A song he was thought to sing whenever he felt like he was letting everyone down and that his fears and weaknesses are showing. He could hear his younger self sing echoing in his ear.

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~"We are Hunters, voices strong."~

~"Slaying demons with our song."~

A young Rumi singing in front of a grave while Celine made braids around his hair.

~"Fix the world and make it right."~

~"When darkness finally meets the light."~

"Celine, do Hunters kill all demons?" A young Rumi asked as his little mind contemplated the meaning and words of the song.

"Yes."

"So everything that has patterns?" He asked as he lifted up his sleeve to show two purple patterns on his right arm.

"Cover those up. You only have those because-" She said while fixing young Rumi's sleeve to hide the patterns.

"My dad was a demon?"

"You're not one of them, Rumi. You're a Hunter, like your mother was." Both of them looked to the grave stone in front of them. "When the Honmoon is sealed, all demons will be gone from this world. And so will your patterns."

"So these will be gone?"

"Yes. Those will be gone. Rumi... tomorrow there's someone I want you to meet, my daughter. She will be living with us starting tomorrow and I want you to be kind to her."

A young Rumi naively believed in what she said, now is more determined to seal up the Honmoon. While excited to meet someone that can be potentially a friend.

THE NEXT DAY...

"Rumi, this is (Y/n). She's an angel, protector of the Hunters and the world. Angels have existed even before Hunters were known. She will be living with us from now on." Celine explained as she had her hands on the shoulder of a 10 year old (Y/n).

Rumi was in aw when he saw (Y/n) with wings on her head while dressed in a cute floral white dress. "Hi, I'm (Y/n). It's very nice to meet you Rumi. I... I hope we can be the best of friends." She said while holding her little hands out to Rumi for a handshake which he was hesitant to take since he was flustered with how cute (Y/n) was.

"Me... Me too. Let's be best friends." He said as (Y/n) smiled and giggled at him.

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Rumi kept on running and running even passing by the arena where their last concert was held.

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Rumi as a teenage boy leaning against his bedroom door covering his growing patterns. Behind the door was Miro and Zane asking him to accompany them to the bath house.

"You always say no, Rumi." Zane complained

"You're so modest. It's just the bathhouse. (Y/n), I can understand since she's a girl but..." Miro was his usual sarcastic self.

"Maybe some other time. You guys go ahead."

"Everytime." "Mm-hm." Both Miro and Zane sighed but went to the bath house anyway.

Celine was seated on the kitchen island reading the newspaper in the Huntrix home. Rumi, knowing that the boys were now gone, wanted to ask her something that was weighing on his mind.

"Maybe they'll understand. Like (Y/n) did." He inquired about telling the boys.

"No, Rumi. Nothing can change until your patterns are gone. And (Y/n) she's different from the boys." She firmly said looking him in the eyes.

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As Rumi reached the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in korea. Breathing heavily and feeling restrictive by his jacket, taking it off and dropping it behind him. As he walked towards the edge of the building overlooking the city of Seoul. He tried to sing again.

~"No more hiding, I'll be shining."~

~"Like I'm born to be!"~

He was trying so hard to sing out his heart.

~"Cause we are Hunters, voices strong."~

~"And I know I believe!"~

But try as he may, his voice just kept on breaking into coughs. He couldn't help but cry out his heart. As he dropped into his knees triggering the Honmoon to shine.

"How am i supposed to fix the world, fix me, protect (Y/n), when I don't have my voice?" He tried to ask someone for an answer to his questions.

"Why now, when (Y/n) and me are so close?" As the Honmoon continue to shine in it's bright blue hue. Rumi can feel the rising frustrations building inside of him.

"Why?" He asks, feeling helpless. Which didn't feel right for him.

"WHY?!" Rumi's voice turned for the first time demonic as he punched into the ground in anger as a red streak began to flow around the Honmoon. Shocked by what he saw he couldn't breathe normally afraid of what may come as the Honmoon returned back to its normal colors. But the hunting voice of his child self began to sing reminding him of his duty.

~"We are Hunters, voices strong."~

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Rumi covered himself back with his jacket due to the cold temperature as the elevator doors to their home opened. Where he was greeted with Miro and Zane waiting for him. Words didn't need to be said as the both of them comforted Rumi, who let out a sigh of relief. But then, noticed someone was missing.

"Where's (Y/n)?" He asked the other two.

"She's not with you?" Miro asked Rumi in concern.

"She went after you, after she informed everyone that the live performance needed to be rescheduled." Zane informed Rumi as the familiar ding from the elevator doors shows a concerned (Y/n) hugging herself.

"Guys, did Rumi come hom- Rumi!" (Y/n) sighed in relief and hugged Rumi. As he hugged back, Rumi couldn't help but hugged her tighter and inhaled her comforting scent, which caused the other two boys feeling left out and jealous joined in the hugging session. But what the boys didn't notice was how uncomfortable and in pain she was.

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Previously back to the station...

As (Y/n) walked back to the stage area and went towards where Bobby was.

"Bobby, we need to reschedule the live performance. Rumi isn't feeling well and I don't think it's best for him to push himself right now." She said firmly to Bobby and to nearby station staff.

"But... But. No. You are right (Y/n). My boy's health comes first." Bobby was surprised at first at what she said but knowing that the boys and (Y/n) are his top priority agreed with her. But then one of the male staff came running in and stopped in front of Bobby and (Y/n), as he took a deep breath and spoke.

"Rumi is gone. It seems like he went out of the emergency exit."

"What?" Both Zane and Miro said as they walked near to Bobby and (Y/n) as they heard what the male staff said.

"Rumi is gone? Then what about the live performance?" Zane asked.

"It's going to be rescheduled. Bobby, I trust that you can handle things here? Miro and Zane, both of you go back to the tower and wait for Rumi there if he comes home." (Y/n) gave them tasks as she tried to walk towards a different exit only to be stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist, and it was Miro.

"Wait. What about you (Y/n)? What are you going to do?" He asked in concern for her well being.

"I'm going to look for him. I have been with him since we were kids, I know him better than anyone else." She said to Miro as she put her hands on his to let him know that she will be fine on her own.

"I promise that if I don't find him within the hour. I'll come back home." She assured him and her smile. As Miro let her go he couldn't help but felt something would go wrong but trusted her too much to stop her.

As (Y/n) ran around nearby places where Rumi could have gone. Minutes had already passed as she stopped to rest in a deserted park and sat on a bench. She couldn't help but think back to her and Celine have a serious talk about Rumi's patterns.

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Years before...

As Rumi walked back to his room and locked himself there for the rest of the evening until the boys returned back from their trip to the bathhouse. (Y/n) showed herself to Celine who was still reading the newspaper.

"You know Celine, if you could give the boys a chance. I believe they would still accept Rumi for who he is."

"We already discussed this (Y/n). When Rumi was born with the patterns I made a promise to her that I would love and protect Rumi. You would know that since you were there." A memory flashed of Celine holding the hands of Rumi's mother, the woman she loved and took her last breath. While an older (Y/n) who silently cried over the loss of one of her friends, was sitting at the side of the bed lovingly holding a baby Rumi in her arms.

"I know that very well. But you could never know how deep a friendship like theirs could overcome."

"Then what about you? When are you going to open up that an Angel like yourself has lived for over a thousand years. And when one Hunter die's it's time for you to be reborn as an infant." Celine countered back to what (Y/n) just said. As silence fills the place, Celine already knows the answer to her question.

"Rumi's patterns must be hidden from the boys and your secret must be kept only between us for your safety. You and I both know the value of your soul." Celine said as she left the Hunrix tower to go back home.

And (Y/n) couldn't help but lay down on the couch, thinking about what Celine just said and she rested her right hand on her navel.

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As (Y/n) stood up from the bench thinking of going back to the tower and waiting for Rumi there with the others. A sudden burst of pain made her kneel to the ground and wrap her right arm around her abdomen and her left hand dig into the ground. Suddenly the pain vanished but with shaky hands (Y/n) reached into the left pocket of her skirt to retrieve her compact mirror, only to see some of her feathers from her wings were turning black.

"No. No. No. No" (Y/n) was starting to panic as she tried to block out the noise.

"Please, no. I thought I was free from him. Please." (Y/n) couldn't take it anymore.

"NO!" Just like Rumi, (Y/n) pounded both her hands onto the ground. A powerful surge of red streak flowed throughout the Honmoon before it returned back to its normal color.

(Y/n) Still shocked by what happened just let it go and dusted herself off and went to the direction of the Huntrix tower to go back home.

As the elevator zoomed up to the highest floor, (Y/n) couldn't help but felt cold and hugged herself. When the doors opened she was surprised to see Rumi already there. (Y/n) sighed in relief and hugged Rumi, as the other two boys joined in for the hug she suddenly felt the pain resurfaced once again but hid it from the boys.

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After the hugging session between the boys and (Y/n), Miro and Zane had let Rumi and (Y/n) change their Golden outfit to comfort wear, where Miro lent her one of his shirts since the boys didn't want to part yet with (Y/n). All of them are now seated in the dining room eating homemade garak-guksu, a thick noodle soup made by (Y/n) herself.

"I... I'm sorry about the show." Rumi didn't have any appetite despite his favorite being anything that (Y/n) cooks for him.

"Rumi, it's okay. I'm sure everything will be fine. Bobby can handle it" Zane being the ever positive one in the group, comforted Rumi knowing that they all put each other first before anything else. Until his phone rang with Bobby calling him.

"Hi, Bobby!"

"Boys, I can't handle this!" Bobby expressed his concerns and stress in a very unfortunate time.

"There's thousands of disappointed fans, and the network is losing their minds." Because of what Bobby just said to the phone, it made Rumi even more guilty for causing unnecessary trouble for their manager. (Y/n) seeing this reached out and held his left hand to show him comfort.

"Okay, this is why you pay me 3% and I got commissions for representing (Y/n). Okay, back off! My boys and (Y/n) will sing when they're ready." Bobby finds courage to fight back at what is presumed to be staff from the network. Miro having enough of it ended the call seeing that it only hurts Rumi more.

"It's okay. We can reschedule another live show within days."

"I... I don't know if that's going to be possible. My voice, it's in trouble." Rumi hated having to say that knowing that Hunters are supposed to never show their weakness.

"Wait, in trouble? Then why did you push the 'Golden' release?" Miro genuinely asked Rumi for the reason for their vacation to be cancelled.

"Because we're so close, and it's so important." Giving out his reason for releasing it early despite promising the boys their well deserved break.

"But not as important as your health, Rumi. You... All three of you are important to me... To each other. So we shouldn't prioritise our duty over wellbeing." (Y/n) Said firmly to each boy but mostly especially to Rumi as she squeezed the hand she was holding.

"Okay, how do we handle this?" Zane wanted eagerly to help Rumi both out of care but also of concern that without Rumi's voice the Honmoon could be in danger and how it is important to Rumi as well.

"What do we tell the fans? Maybe we should call Celine?" Zane suggested.

"We know what she'd say, Zane." Miro rolling his eyes at the memory.

"Oh, right." Clearing his throat.

"We are hunters. Voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen." Both boys imitated the way Celine repeatedly said to them during their training days. Laughing at the absurdity of how many times they heard that line.

"Whoa. You sound exactly like her." Miro complemented Zane for his imitations.

"Yeah, that's how she says it."

"No. We gotta hide it and fix it." Miro suddenly said to Rumi in seriousness.

"For sure. We have to hide it. Mm-hm." Zane totally agreed with what Miro said. Rumi thinks about what they can do as he looked at (Y/n) eating peacefully and was there as a calming presence for each of them.

"Rumi, why don't we take a break? We'll skip the Idol Awards this year and-" Zane suggested knowing that the stress and over work is maybe getting to Rumi. Who then cut him off. "No. No way."

"It's our most important show. It's when we strengthen the Honmoon for the entire year. And where (Y/n) will be able to ward off all demons with her light. We can't skip it. we just can't." Rumi is resolute and will not waver on it. Due to the significance of the Idol Awards to the Honmoon.

"Not when I'm so close." Miro and Zane shared a look then looked at (Y/n) who was looking at Rumi with sadness in her eyes, also looked at both boys and gave them a nod with a small smile.

"Hey, we'll get through this. We can get through anything. Together." Zane said, putting a comforting hand on Rumi's right shoulder.

"Okay. We have two weeks to fix Rumi's voice. Any ideas?" Miro voiced out while looking at Zane knowing that the youngest male had already thought of something.

"I do have one idea."

"Just one?"

"Actually, 57, but let's start with my favorite. Don't worry. It's totally legit." With that final declaration of Zane. Dinner turned lighter, filled with laughter and warm conversation. Afterward, they cleaned up and parted ways for bed.

As each of them departed towards their respective rooms, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder how to talk with Rumi about his patterns and maybe it was time for her to open up to the boy's but before (Y/n) would even think of it more.

But before she could dwell on it, a ripple of energy pulsed through the Honmoon. The elevator dinged. She ran to the window. No visible cracks or rifts.

"Must be fatigue," she whispered and went to bed, knowing she'd be joining the boys trip tomorrow before her scheduled variety show that Bobby reminded her.

Unbeknownst to the sleeping Hunters and the lone Angel, red cracks silently formed in the Honmoon and through the gap stepped five demons, cloaked in black hanbok and wide-brimmed gat, resembling ancient jeoseung saja, grim reapers of legend.

For them to enter into the human world to fulfill their evil plan to dominate the world.

But perhaps the world wasn't their true target...

[asimpledreamerwrites]

Take-off, Bake-off

Chapter II

Tags: @rizecia17

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The day carried on as normally as it could for someone who had fallen into a different universe and adopted a bakery, you supposed.

You kept on baking some new treats, tended to some (thankfully) more regular-looking customers with quite pleasant dispositions, and managed to tidy up a bit in what seemed to be a positively slow but calm day.

But of course, luck hasn't been quite on your side lately.

Within the Red Line, in Mary Geoise, Sengoku moved with calculated steps, trying to ignore Garp's blabbering about the treats he had gotten for himself. In a way, he was glad he had. If Garp was busy eating, he couldn't stir anything during the warlord meeting. It wasn't that his friend did it on purpose (although, sometimes he found it amusing so he did), it was that Garp, which Sengoku had found seemed to be a trait that stretched across his bloodline, did not have a filter or know when to shut up half of the time.

Both men walked into the meeting, Sengoku with the treats on hand, Garp with his own bag and sitting down as Sengoku placed the packed baked goods in the middle of the large table Doflamingo was sitting on already. They were surprised to find all the warlords had attended today, but Sengoku guessed that it was better not to have to repeat things twice.

As he sat down to sort through his documents, the warlords boredly awaited the dreaded, long meeting in silence, eyeing each other with nothing short of contempt every now and again, before the smell of homemade goods began overtaking the air.

Their faces slowly shifted towards the Vice-Admiral, who had opened his own bag and was now gladly devouring the contents inside.

It earned nothing but slightly curious glances; a tilt of the head from Mihawk, a lifted eyebrow from Crocodile, and Moria slowly inching closer almost by reflex at the smell, before Jinbe, ever the observant man, spoke up "It smells good...I thought you didn't like the sweets you brought into these meetings, but the seal and paper belong to the same bakery you always purchase them from..." He mused, sharp as he always was.

"And we don't like them either" Moria interrupted with a huff "They're miniature-sized and the flavours fall flat" He complained, resting his cheek on his closed fist with a slight scowl at what usually was a jab and proof of dislike from the marines to the contracted pirates. The argument would have continued, if it weren't for The Hero Of The Marines waving it off while still eating "Yeah, well, the bakery changed owners now, so the treats changed too. Take it or leave it, and if you do leave it, I'll eat it" He stated flatly thought a slight mouthful, more interested in continuing to indulge in his meal than being roped into a conversation with them, making Sengoku's eye twitch a bit as he laid the documents down.

The discussion was cut off, if only because Admiral Kizaru made a clean slash through the paper of the package covering the baked goods Sengoku had left on the table prior. Once again, the sweet smell began wafting through the room, and wasting no more time, Moria immediately grabbed one of the baked goods, and bit into it. His eyes lit up, and he tried to change his expression to a neutral one when he realized, albeit too late; the other warlords had taken notice of the satisfaction and slowly turned to stare at the package, too.

Unusually for Crocodile, who did not tend to be trusting, especially of marines, he snatched one of them, too, if only because Moria had already eaten one, and the Vice-Admiral was still gobbling down his own bag. Taking advantage of the others being much too distracted grabbing some of the treats themselves, the warlord bit down, and almost immediately found his taste buds overwhelmed by flavour. The texture was good, the presentation was wonky, nothing like he was used to, with his fine dining, his private chefs, his rich lifestyle...But there was something about the flavour. He had eaten at high-end restaurants so much he could almost grow bored of them, had hired the best chefs amongst every single Blue to cook all sorts of meals for him, so it was almost frustrating how different the flavour was. It wasn't about it being grand, or exploding on the tongue, or having a strange mixture of different ingredients that paired together just right. It was something he couldn't put his finger on, something that slowly took over his tongue, then slowly seemed to make its way around his body, like a pool of warmth irradiating from every bite.

Sir Crocodile hated being out of the loop, he hated not knowing things, especially if those things affected him, and whatever this was, was having a reaction on his body. Pleasant or not, it was something he could not control, and The King Of The Desert loathed surrendering control to anything and anyone. But the most infuriating part, was he liked the feeling. It was oddly comforting in a way he was unsure whether he had simply never felt before or he had simply forgotten because it had been too long to remember. It felt soothing in a way he was too scared to dwell on for too long, less he be reminded of why he needed to be soothed in the first place. Sir Crocodile did not fear, nowadays. But the idea of remembering losses, betrayals, hurt, brough an uncomfortable feeling to his stomach that left him antsy. He found it infuriating, he found it confusing, he found it...nice, to an almost addictive level. And looking around again, the sentiment seemed to be shared.

Doflamingo's fingers, even under the power of the seastone cuffs, were flexing slowly, almost as if a nervous twitch. He was unsure whether he wanted to invoke for his strings, or if he needed some sort of motion to try to get a grip, something, anything to try and wade through the sudden barrage of emotions that had suddenly struck him upon biting down. Donquixote Doflamingo was not a man known for dwelling in sweet emotions. He seeked only that which served him; pleasure, power, praise. He was someone who wished for the world itself in a perfect cage in the palm of his hand, and to have its inhabitants dancing like puppets at the mercy of his strings. He cared only for the family he created, and even said family could become disposable should he be pushed enough. 'Joker' liked thrills, and riches, and status symbols. The treats were nothing like what he usually would gravitate towards, and, had he been able to read Crocodile's thoughts, he would have agreed on one thing; they looked plain. Wonky, clearly handmade, nothing you'd find at a shop belonging to an important brand. And yet, much as he loathed to admit it, something stirred within him in an uncomfortable, unfamiliar way as he swallowed the first bite. It reminded him of a past that now felt hazy, one he only remembered with the burning hatred of a child who had been promised everything and then been stepped on by those he deemed beneath him...but the taste brought up different memories, a persisitent little spark he could not drown out no matter how hard he tried, because he didn't truly want to let go of it as he kept biting down, something soft, a sweet smell, a sweet voice of someone who had caressed and loved him once, when he was just an infant, and who had been taken from him by the idiocy of the father he took the life of in retaliation. He furrowed his brows, trying to push his glasses closer, for a second, for just one, preposterous second, afraid a tear might slip.

Boa Hancock was not particularly known for kindness. The Empress of Amazon Lily treated everyone like they were beneath her, and her star phrase was that, no matter what she did, she would be forgiven, for she was beautiful. Boa Hancock was afraid. Terrified. Her entire life was built on terror and pretending. She kept her people in the shadows about her past because she was terrified they'd despise her. She kept people at arm's length and hid behind her mighty walls, because she was terrified they'd use and then discard her, she kept herself up on a pedestal from which she was too terrified to look down, the way only someone who had known horrors too young for too long knew how to be. The little sweet was nothing special. It was a simple fruit pastry, the cuts on the little fruits clearly not professional. Some were too thick, some were too thin, others still had some of the skin on. She was almost bitter, in contrast with the sweetness of the pastry, that she found herself slowing her bite to savour it. The Most Beautiful Woman in the world, who ruled an entire island and could have feasts whenever she desired, found herself taken by such a simple pastry that it was almost pitiful to her. But the sweet was stubbornly overtaking her senses with each bite, reminding her of something she couldn't quite put her finger on, a feeling that now felt foreign, but she had felt once before, when she had seen the shackles broken and she had run with her sisters without looking back. When she first breathed in the air of Amazon Lily once they made it to its shores. She wanted to say it was hope, but that sounded entirely too silly to her...and somehow, she felt it was deeper, too.

Gecko Moria was still gobbling down on the sweets he could get his hands on while the other warlords snatched the ones they could manage to beat him to. He could not help himself, and he did not care to. Usually, Moria enjoyed luxury, enjoyed lazily lounging around and indulging in anything he felt like, effortlessly enjoying his meals and pleasures. He would have agreed, had they said it outloud, that the sweets looked plain, but he was far too enraptured with the taste to pay that any mind at all. He was much too busy focusing on the taste. Because, unlike the others, he remembered the feeling, even if it was now laced with pain. He knew this taste well, because he had been able to enjoy it before, back when he still had his crew. Whenever the chef would make something, anything, it'd be laced with it, No matter if sweet or savoury. It was a taste one could only obtain one way, and that was cooking from the heart. It felt so stupid to know it, now. Gecko Moria, for all his grandiose, power and size, was in pain. He had loved them, his crew. Had loved them so much, but they didn't resist Kaido back in the day. He didn't like to dwell on it, because every time he did, a persistent voice in the back of his head insisted that he was still mourning. That perhaps he would never stop mourning. Sometimes he felt like he'd forget them, then there'd be a flash of a memory, of a nightmare, and they'd be present again. He wanted to stop eating, but he couldn't. Because, unlike the memories he had to endure, the pastries he was consuming felt like a slow balm over the soul. Not like mourning, but like remembrance. He would have wondered if any of the others had been able to pinpoint it as well, but he was much too selfish to care, because for the first time, he was thinking about his crew's best memories instead of their last screams.

Dracule Mihawk was more legend than man. Sometimes he barely felt like a man at all. He couldn't discern if it was the legend around him trying to swallow him whole, or the whispers of him being a monster that wished to confirm his lack of humanity to himself. He didn't care. Perhaps that was the problem. Ever after being betrayed, the now Ex-Marine-Hunter had found comfort in his goal...but once he reached the peak, there was nothing else to accomplish. Boredom was his natural state now, unmoved, undisturbed, like his own blade. His biggest excitement lately had been the young, overconfident swordsman, Roronoa Zoro, and that had come from a fleeting spark of curiosity at his declaration that he'd kill Miahwk and take his position. For a moment, Hawkeye had felt the possibility of a challenge, of a purpose, but the kid had dropped like a little rabbit. He had let him live, partly because he saw potential, and partly because, somewhere, he hoped he'd go through with his vow. Mihawk spent his life in boredom and shut away from others. He found his solace in Kuraigana Island, with nothing but the gloomy hills and the Humandrills, who were too scared of him to approach, as company. That's how he liked it. That's how he told himself he liked it. But Mihawk was no fool. Just because he was not inclined to show emotions didn't mean he was ignorant to them. He knew he napped so much because he couldn't find proper, peaceful rest. That he hoped days would drift by and something would happen. He just didn't wish to admit it to himself... but the taste of the pastry was awakening...something. It felt foreign, it felt new, it felt exciting to be so disconcerted by something. Confusion felt fresh, because it meant that he had something new to learn, and as he slowly took another bite, Dracule Mihawk felt a tremor of excitement pool from the depths of his soul, for the first time in a very long time.

Batholomew Kuma was more statue than man, most would say. He showed hardly any emotion, clutching his Bible to him wherever he went. People didn't bother to learn any further than that, because his power was known, his presence terrifying, and the title he held now exempted him of punishment should the situation arise where he decided to start a conflict. His only rival in being as steely as he was, could be Hawkeye himself, and yet, even Hawkeye showed more emotion than Kuma. It had not always been like so. The memories were a haze now, tweaked and worked out of him, of a different life, a different version of him, people he held dear. There had been a time when it was easy to see him smile, even through hardship. There had been a time when he had had and lost and known it all, pain, pleasure, happiness, sorrow, mourning, celebration...Love. He had known love with no bounds, in all the forms one could learn to love. It felt far away now. Like someone had wiped the slate clean. He wasn't sure who was supposed to recognize him, only that it was unlikely they'd be able to with what he was now. Batholomew Kuma was unfamiliar with indulgence, now...but something drove him to keep eating the pastry he had selected, and for very brief moments within the bites, he saw blurry memories of figures eating to their hearts' content beside him, and something akin to longing and a bittersweet feeling swirled in him, flickering on and off like fighting against nature itself.

Jinbe wasn't known as First Son Of The Sea for nothing. He held the title with pride. His heritage, his training, his history, his own story. He didn't find any pleasure in working for the marines, but it kept his people relatively safe. Jinbe knew protection from the system, because he had experienced its brunt when he did not have it. He, his brethren, and the ones they freed. The little girl he remembered still, back in his days with the Sun Pirates. Everything was different now. The world was changing but it wasn't bringing those who suffered along for the ride of a better future, so Jinbe resigned to being the one to try and bring some peace between the humans and the fish men. He was unsure how much longer he could hold the burden on his back when the 'peace' in question was as delicate as a spiderweb threatening to be blasted with fire, and yet, he persevered. He owed that to the memory of Fisher Tiger. To the ones who placed his hopes on him. To Fishman Island. It was a heavy burden to carry but he kept going regardless, because the hope of a better future was the end goal and hope could only become reality through actions. Perhaps that's why he found the sweets so strange, in a good way. Much like Moria, Jinbe knew the flavour of love poured into a dish, although this one felt different, in a pleasant way. Without any real way of deciphering the feeling, he kept eating slowly, savouring the flavours and sensations, before Crocodile finally spoke up, breaking the ever-present daze in the room.

"This bakery, where is it?" He demanded, a question none had cared to know the answer to before today, and, just as predicted, and much to Sengoku's chagrin, Garp spoke up jovially, much too taken by his own bag of delights to think about the consequences. Even if he didn't have the bag, Sengoku told himself, he would have spoken up regardless.

You felt a slight shiver up your spine as you dusted the bakery's counter, looking around for a moment, before shrugging to yourself and going back to cleaning.

"This lil' island on the way here" Garp waved off, motioning to the big map and tapping at the location, and just like that, the tension in the room snapped, all eyes slowly falling on Sengoku so he'd begin the meeting, if only to rid themselves of the seastone cuffs.

Surely it had been nothing.

[rizecia17]

Sweet Delirium (Genshin Impact x Reader)

Childe x Traveler! Reader x Zhongli Smut

Note: In this scenario the reader is the youngest triplet of Aether and Lumine.

Mature Content! Warning!

One day, (Y/n) and her teammates encounter a strange abyss mage while exploring Liyue.

The wind carried a strange sweetness through the air that didn't belong in Liyue's rocky wilderness.

(Y/n) and her companions, Childe, Barbara, and Jean had been clearing a group of hilichurls when a flash of pink light bloomed before them. Out from the haze stepped a strange Abyss Mage, its mask painted with tiny hearts, its staff tipped with a crystal pulsing like a heartbeat.

"Ah... what a lucky day," it giggled, voice lilting like a song. "A perfect chance for a group of people to test my new spell."

Barbara's catalyst spun in her hands, light swirling but her attacks passed through the mage's shield like ripples on water.

"I can't break its shield." Barabara told the group, panic tightening in her voice but then got distracted by flipping through her catalyst trying with all her power in breaking the shield.

"Barbara, focus!" (Y/n) shouted... too late. The Abyss Mage raised its heart-tipped staff and unleashed a wave of rose-colored energy.

"Barbara!" (Y/n) screamed in distress for her travel companion as the abyssal mage suddenly launched an attack aimed at Barbara.

"I don't have time to play with you anymore. Let's just finish this." The pink abyss mage then used his heart shaped staff and sent a powerful wave of spell towards Barbara, who was distracted to avoid the attack.

"Kyaaaaaa!" Barbara screamed in fright as she tried to shield herself but then (Y/n) stood in front of Barbara and took the hit of the spell instead.

(Y/n) moved before she thought, throwing herself between Barbara and the attack. The spell hit her squarely in the chest, its warmth sinking through her armor like a pulse of molten light.

"Be careful, Barbara!" she cried before the world tilted sideways.

The impact didn't burn. It didn't hurt. It's simply... stayed.

When Childe and Jean turned at Barbara's scream, the mage was already gone, laughter echoing faintly in the air like bells.

"Barbara, Honorary Knight. Are you alright?" Jean asks both in worry to her friend and younger sister. Childe was too speechless to say anything but he did look at (Y/n) all over to see if she had any injuries to which he didn't see any.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Barbara, the dedicated healer asked in worry from behind (Y/n) who was still dizzy from being hit but didn't feel any pain from the hit of the spell.

"I'm not hurt anywhere." (Y/n) Answered touching parts of her body to see if anywhere hurts which was none.

"I see." Jean lowered her head in disappointment and relief, since she almost blamed herself for not defeating the mage from casting the spell but was glad that no one was hurt. Childe lowered his head as well when Jean spoke because he too was disappointed in himself for letting (Y/n) almost get hurt when she trusted him to be part of her team exploration.

"Miss Gunnhilde, it may take slow, but can you manage to break its shield?" Childe asks Jean for confirmation in order to avoid the repeat of this encounter in the future.

"You can count on me." Jean proudly states so that she could better protect her sister and travel companions.

While the team gathered themself to rest at the nearby Wangshu Inn after that eventful encounter, when the group didn't notice, the pink abyss mage suddenly appeared in the distance watching them.

"The spell usually works immediately, why this time..." It asks as it watches the group disappear from its sight.

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However, several hours later, (Y/n) suffers from a fever and develops a strange symbol on her lower belly. Even Barbara and Jean can't do anything.

Hours later, at Wangshu Inn, (Y/n) lay pale and feverish. The group had settled her into bed, yet her skin shimmered faintly with traces of the pink magic, as if the spell still breathed beneath her veins.

While Childe was standing in the corner of the room. Watching over (Y/n) to see if she would wake up from her fever but also to watch over the symbol on her belly that was slowly dimly lit.

"The symbol has become worse. She's suffering from the pain." Childe watches the exposed symbol from (Y/n) lower belly that was left exposed when Barbara lifted (Y/n)'s crop top to show the symbol more, from where he stood.

"Hope Jean will come back soon. Maybe tomorrow afternoon I guess." A flashback suddenly appeared where Barbara, who was slightly teary and Jean, who was worried for her friend, headed out to seek for more help about (Y/n)'s condition.

Childe paced restlessly by the window, his usual smirk gone. "Her temperature's rising," he muttered. "This isn't normal elemental corruption."

Barbara wrung her hands beside the bed, voice trembling. "I-I can't purify it. The symbol on her... it's not like any curse I've seen before."

Jean placed a hand on her shoulder. "We'll find help. I'll go to Mondstadt and ask Albedo. He might recognize the Abyss formula."

Childe nodded. "Go. I'll stay with her."

As Jean and Barbara hurried out into the night, the room fell silent except for (Y/n)'s shallow breathing. The faint pink glow of the symbol on her skin flickered again, like a heart trying to beat in two rhythms at once.

Childe clenched his fists, frustration burning in his eyes. "Hang in there, Traveler. Whatever that mage did to you... we'll undo it. I promise."

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"Thirsty..." While Childe was dozing off suddenly (Y/n) woke up and asked for something.

"Here you go comrade." Childe, thinking that she was asking for water, handed a mug full of water but was surprised when he suddenly felt that his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled down to lay on the bed.

"I'm thirsty." (Y/n) was suddenly on top of him with her hands caging him. She was breathing heavily on top of him with blush decorating her face that was looking at him with hunger.

"C'mon comrade I got you water. Can't you just drink it probably???" Childe explains trying to escape from underneath her. But suddenly (Y/n) went down on Childe towards his intimate parts.

"Hey!" Childe was surprised by (Y/n)'s but was more surprised when she suddenly sniffed his crotch area and licked it over his pants. (Y/n) continued to lick that area like a lollipop wanting to get to the filling in the middle, she used her hands to open his zipper and was shocked at the size of his dick that slightly slap her face (Y/n) licked her lips, eyes wide with excitement. She gripped his thick cock in her hand and gave it a few strokes, feeling it twitch in her grasp before taking him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and sucking him deep.

"Hey, stop it comrade, we'll do it when you feel better, okay?" Childe tries to make (Y/n) snap out of it since he cares for her well being but in all honesty he really didn't want to stop. 'Shit, I'm hard.'

(Y/n) was too out of it because of the spell making her baser instincts consume all of her. She continued to lick Childe's dick from the base to the tip before taking all of it into her mouth, which she continued to cycle around from licking to slurping his dick. But then suddenly Childe grabbed (Y/n) face and made her swallow him whole until her face touched the hairs around his dick.

"Since you are the one who started this, help me till the end." Childe groaned, blush covering his face watching her as he felt (Y/n)'s throat tighten around his cock. He held her head in place, thrusting his hips up to fuck her mouth. "Fuck, you're such a good little slut for me," he growled, watching as tears streamed down her face from the force of his thrusts. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and with one final thrust, he came hard down her throat, filling her mouth with his hot cum.

'Did she swallow my cum???" Childe watched as (Y/n) drinked every single drop of his cum.

"More." (Y/n) said before licking it clean of every single drop of his cum from his phallic dick.

"Hey, it's already down. Don't suck it, now go back to sleep comrade, you need to rest." Childe screamed in shock as he just continued to watch (Y/n) without even making any effort in stopping her.

"So full~how good."(Y/n) then sat up and sensually licked her fingers to clean off his cum in front of him while seductively caressing the glowing symbol on her belly, for a second (Y/n)'s pupils turned into hearts while looking down on him.

"You are so bizarre today, comrade" Childe spoke up while still watching (Y/n)'s every move and thought how lewd she had gotten. "Are you usually like this when you are sick? My cum is not some kind of food to be eaten like that." His nose started to bleed with how intense Childe was feeling from the blow job to the sensual show that she displayed.

Then the symbol glowed intensely, catching his attention. 'Has the symbol just glowed up and lost its details?' He asked himself before realizing something.

"I understand it now, comrade." Childe then sat up and pushed (Y/n) down to the bed, as it was his turn to cage her.

"The mage, the symbol, your fever and everything." Childe pushes her crop top up to her chin making her large breast bounce from the sudden push of the top before taking it off of her. "Your body needs my semen to recover."

Further looking at the symbol, studying it before his eyes caught on to the pillowy soft firm breast of hers and grabbed it, feeling it as he was fascinated with how soft and bouncy it was. "I wonder how many times I need to cum into you to ease this~" Childe wondered while playing and twisting (Y/n)'s nipples in his fingers.

"But before that, will you give me permission to help you?" Childe asked for her consent before continuing on what he was planning on doing to her. To which (Y/n) nodded as her mind was clouded with nothing but wanting a dick inside of her, Childe then stripped her of all her clothing before he went down on her and slurp up all that her pussy was giving him even daring to insert his tongue into her.

"You seem to enjoy it, comrade. But can you let my hair go? At this rate I'm gonna go bald." (Y/n) was shaking from the intense pleasure she's feeling from Childe's mouth on her pussy gripping his hair tight.

"I've always wanted to do this for God knows how long. Yet you ignored me no matter how many love signs I sent you. You are so bad comrade." Childe confessed to (Y/n) his own desire for her while stripping all his own clothing. "To see you craving for my semen like this. I don't know if i should say thanks to that mage or not."

"As you are so sincere, comrade." Childe took (Y/n)'s left breast into his mouth while His left fingers circled around her clit.

"I'll make sure to help you and also feel good." His two fingers then circled around her pussy before inserting it into her wet pussy making a squelching sound. This sent a shock throughout (Y/n)'s body as this was her first time experiencing anything being inserted inside of her pussy.

"Nice reaction." Childe was amused by her expression as he fingered her intensely and the sounds that came out of her made his dick harder.

Childe moved his fingers inside of her from stretching her pussy until he found that special spot that made her eyes roll and her sounds louder, with her eyes closed and hands clutching the bedding around her. "So this is your sweet spot. Does it feel good that much?" But then Childe stopped and removed the fingers from her pussy.

"Well, there's something even better than my hand you know." (Y/n) opened her eyes to see him stroking his cock before rubbing it on her clit and letting it sit on top of her belly letting (Y/n) how long and girthy it was and where it will reach inside of her.

Childe then took his dick again and rubbed it around her pussy to lube it up before slowly pressing it against her opening. "Ugh" (Y/n) felt both pleasure and pain as Childe slowly inserted his tip into her virgin pussy until he could push half of his dick into her.

"Let go. Hurt, it hurts." (Y/n) was trembling from the pain and pleasure as she tried to push Childe from further inserting the rest of his dick in.

"I'm hurt too, comrade~ but I promise it will soon become so good that you may cry from pleasure." Childe took both of (Y/n)'s wrist that was stopping from thrusting inside of her and held it in his hands as a lever in pulling her to him.

"Shall we go?" Childe may have asked (Y/n) but he didn't care to listen as slowly pulled his dick out before thrusting all of his dick inside of her tight pussy.

"Hahh... You are now used to it, comrade." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him as an anchor from his powerful thrust and kissed intensely as they separated a string of spit connected them both.

"She's in bad condition. What are you doing to her?" A voice suddenly asked that caught Childe's attention. A hand then grasped and pulled Childe's wrist causing his upper body to separate from (Y/n) but his dick was still inside of her.

"Zhongli-sensei?" It was Zhongli, the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and the former Geo Archon.

"Uhmm... Where should I say..." Childe didn't know where to start as he was still feeling (Y/n)'s tight pussy around his dick that was still inside of her. "Comrade is suffering from a fever made by a strange pink abyss mage. I'm just helping her to ease the pain." He started to explain everything to Zhongli while showing him the glowing symbol on (Y/n)'s belly. "This may sound stupid but he needs semen to get over it."

"Hey. Don't stop, I'm hurt. Please continue what you are doing to me. Give me more." (Y/n) Still feeling feverish and the itching inside of her, finally spoke up not taking it anymore that the dick inside of her is not moving the way she wants it to be.

"See." Childe pointed out how desperate (Y/n) was, wanting to be dicked down.

"Well, I'm just being a nice person by helping him." Childe being the shameless person he is, continues to thrust inside of (Y/n) while speaking with Zhongli but then he got a bright idea. "Since You are here. Do you wanna give me a hand?" Zhongli's eyes darken for a while in silence as he contemplates the idea while watched Childe fucked the woman he loves before he agrees and joined in since Zhongli wouldn't know when the next opportunity to make love with (Y/n) will come again.

Zhongli took off his coat and positioned himself behind (Y/n) and squished her nipples in his fingers as Childe continued to thrust into (Y/n)'s pussy. "I love how your pussy turns from pink to red. It's so cute, comrade."

"Ugh~ it feels so good. Faster give me more." (Y/n) panted as Zhongli used his hands on her, from pinching her breast to rubbing her clit while Childe thrust in and out of her pussy with such intensity. Zhongli licked the side of her neck and nibbled on to leave his mark on her, trying his best not to let his dragon instinct take over him.

"More? You are so greedy, comrade." Childe mocked (Y/n) before his speed increased, showcasing his stamina as a battle crazed fatui harbinger.

"I'll give it all to you." He pulled out where only the tip remained in her before forcibly thrusting into her and repeated that same act causing (Y/n) to arch her back in pleasure.

"I'm gonna be torn apart, please slow it down." (Y/n) begged Childe as she watched his dick entering her pussy with such fast pacing. "Ah... It hurts. I don't want it." (Y/n) sobbed in pleasure with her tongue hanging out from the intensity.

"She asked you to stop." Childe was stopped by Zhongli putting his fist on his chest to stop him from continuing to ruin (Y/n)'s pussy. "Can't you hear that?" Zhonli asked as he took (Y/n) face in his hand to show Childe how fucked out she was.

"I'm sorry sensei. I was just lost in my thoughts..." Childe apologies to Zhongli as he lovingly looked at (Y/n), and leaned down to lick her lips before inserting his tongue inside of her mouth to make out. "of how beautiful (Y/n)'s crying face is."

"Will you give me another chance? This time you will only cry with pleasure." Childe pleaded to (Y/n), who then nodded at him with half lidded eyes full of desire.

(Y/n) was turned to her side with Childe holding one of her legs up for a better angle to thrust his dick in her then was moved into another position with Childe behind her and rubbing her clit before Childe repositioned her on her back to shove his dick again in her pussy. "This feels so weird, hahhhh... Ughh~ too deep... Hahhhh."

"Hahhh... This feels so good. Comrade, I'm cumming." Childe seeded up his thrusting until both him and (Y/n) came together, so much that his cum overflowed and leaked out of her pussy. "Haha~ your pussy looks so lewd. It's covered in my cum." As such intense love from Childe, what they didn't notice was how the symbol slowly disappeared causing (Y/n) to snap out of the aphrodisiac cloud that controlled her to see both Zhongli and Childe holding her naked body.

"What are you two doing???" (Y/n) Shocked from what she's seeing pushing Childe away from her but further pushing herself into Zhongli's arms. Childe then looked down to see that the symbol had disappeared, meaning to say that (Y/n) was free from the control of the lust spell, but Childe, ever the mischievous man, turned the situation to his favor.

"What are you saying comrade? We are helping you, you were sick and hurt by that mage." Childe explained while having an innocent blushing face and took (Y/n)'s hand that was pushing his face away from her in his hand. "And you were the one who attacked me first. Don't you remember?" This caused (Y/n) to suddenly remember everything that happened.

"Since you don't want it. I will stop, I don't enjoy laying hands on sick people either." Childe's honesty explains that he fully respects her wishes.

"What?" Which shocked (Y/n) with his honesty. "However"

'She does not want to stop. How cute.' Childe thought as he took (Y/n)'s chin in his hand. "I'm afraid the fever will come back. You may suffer from the pain again. I'm just worried about you."

"You are right... What if it comes again..." (Y/n) suddenly spoke thinking of how she loved being dick down and how the pleasure truly consumed all of her.

"Prevention is better than cure. Don't you think so?" Childe took both of her hands in his and kissed them with such care, all the while using his charismatic charm to convince (Y/n). Childe then pulled out his dick from her pussy causing her to twitch from the emptiness she feels.

"Back to our business. Zhongli-sensei is here to help you." Zhongli continued to be silent and observant in watching her from the sounds she made to the twitching of her body. (Y/n) was truly a wonder of a woman worthy of his devotion.

"I think you should let him give you a hand, comrade." Childe then turned (Y/n) to face Zhongli's stoic face but eyes burning with hunger and yearning for her. She positioned herself on all fours and took Zhongli's girthy slightly longer dick in her mouth and swallowed it until her nose was tickled by the hairs on his pelvis.

"You don't need to be loosened. It's wet enough." Childe opened her pussy as she felt cum still dripping and so she will use that as lube. (Y/n) Climbed on top of Zhongli, who continued to watch her align his dick on to her pussy before slowly inserting it herself, her slit widened to accommodate his dick in her. (Y/n) Kept on twitching until Childe pushed her down to take it all in, she signed in pleasure of how delicious it was having Zhongli inside of her.

As she jumped up and down on Zhongli's dick, she felt Childe's cum coming out of her, causing her to cover her mouth as she was suddenly shy by the sounds she's letting out. It feels so weird. The semen is coming out' but then Childe took her hand away from herputh and turned her face towards him. "Comrade, come here." He commanded and kissed her with intense tongue action.

"(Y/n), don't pay attention to other guys... when you are with me." Zhongli, having enough of not having her eyes on him, took matters into his own hands, planted his feet on the bed. He gripped her ass with such strength and used her as his own fleshlight by thrusting his hips against hers.

"Fwahhhhh. Don't suddenly move like that Zhongli." (Y/n) disconnected the kiss that the intensity of Zhongli's thrust caused her to lean forward and planted her hands on his chest to ground her.

"Hehh. That's just a kiss Zhongli-sensei. You are so mean." Childe's complaint was heard from the background but was ignored by the two. As one was too cock drunk and the other was overwhelmingly jealous as it was his turn to have her attention only on him.

"Open your mouth (Y/n)." Zhongli was fascinated with the sounds coupled with the facial expression of (Y/n) and pulled her to rest on him as he continued to slam into her cunt. He lifted a hand hesitant, reverent and brushed his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face upward. His touch was feather-light, as if he were afraid she might vanish with the next breath. Their gazes met, and something ancient and tender flickered between them, something neither of them dared to name. His tongue messaging her owns until he bit her lower lips, Zhongli's gripped on (Y/n)'s ass tighten as he used it to slam forcible thrust into her.

"Urgh... Zhongli." (Y/n) panted against Zhongli's lips as they disconnected. She leaned closer towards to whisper in his ear.

"Harder... Please thrust there harder, that is my sweet spot."

"Where did you learn those words???" Zhongli asked her before increasing his speed in slamming into (Y/n) whether cunt. "Fwahh"

"It feels so good. You are so good Zhongli." (Y/n) moaned as a drool escaped from her mouth while looking at Zhongli.

"You guys seem to really enjoy it. Huh? I feel like I'm being left behind." (Y/n) suddenly felt something rubbing her ass making her freeze, it was Childe rubbing himself on her second hole.

"I can be jealous too. You know what, comrade. I've always been attracted to you. I stare at you whenever I see you, I wanna catch every moment of yours." Childe suddenly confessed as he watched (Y/n)'s body tremble in pleasure while rubbing his hard cock on her ass before he slowly inserted it. "The way you hold your swords. The way your face is covered with sweat after defeating my subordinates."

"Hey Childe." (Y/n) panicked as she felt pain and discomfort as Childe was trying to bully his dick into her asshole. "What are you doing???"

"Even your triumphant smile when you defeat me every Monday turns me on." Childe continued to ignore (Y/n)'s panicking voice as he both confessed his feelings and rubbed his tip into her tight ass until he inserted in one forcible thrust his whole dick in her ass.

"Stop it. NO! Don't do it Childe. NO!" (Y/n)'s eyes widen in shock as if lighting struck her to scream in both pain and pleasure by having two big dicks in her, the aphrodisiac no longer numbing the pain of the intrusion in her holes.

"But you know what, comrade. I've just found out."

"Please. Don't stretch it." (Y/n) Pleaded and begged for Childe.

"You are gorgeous the most."

"No!"

"Is when you cry when being fucked. Don't worry, I'll fuck you hard enough to make it lose for me." Childe tried to hold himself back from pounding (Y/n) hard, waiting for her to adjust to his size inside of her ass before whispering in her ears how delicious it was being inside of her cute tight little ass. "Fwahhh, it's tighter than I thought it would be, hahaha."

"Childe." Zhongli sternly warned him in irritation from being interrupted with his love making to (Y/n), while holding (Y/n)'s trembling body in his arms. After giving her ass enough time to adjust to his size he abruptly slammed into her making his dick rub against the thin barrier that separates (Y/n)'s pussy and ass with Zhongli's.

"Be careful or you'll bite your tongue, comrade." Childe may have said that but he truly just wanted to hear her voice as he fucks her, so he inserted his fingers in her mouth before she could unknowingly bite herself.

"Don't thrust it so fast like that, idiot." (Y/n) cutely whined looking back at Childe to go easy on her. But that didn't stop Childe and Zhongli from taking turns thrusting inside of her, Childe even grabbed her breast and pinched her perky nipples. "It feels so good, hahhh~ cumming. I wanna cum."

"Don't just cum yet." Suddenly Childe folded (Y/n) in his arms to take control of the pacing for him and Zhongli. "Hahhh. This feels so good, I should have fucked you sooner when I had a chance." With Childe renewed strength and stamina he fully controlled (Y/n) as he used her not only to pleasure himself but Zhongli as well, who due to the intensity was showing some of his draconic scales. "Don't you feel it too sensei? The pleasure."

'It feels so good. I feel like I'm gonna melt away.' (Y/n) thought as her mind slowly was melting from the pleasure but was also embarrassed with the sounds she was letting out that she tried to cover it only for Childe to grasp her wrist and used it to feel herself until he manoeuvre her finger to rub her clit.

"Hahaha, sorry comrade. I'm starting to lose my strength. Shall we change the position?" He asked her if she had the energy to deny him as (Y/n) was laid once again against Zhongli's chest. With Childe's body crushing (Y/n) against the former geo archon she wanted to kiss him to which she initiated as Zhongli put his hands on the back of her neck to further push her to him.

"Let's reach orgasm together, (Y/n)." Childe whispered into her ear, she didn't know whether hearing him call her name but somehow it was the trigger for her to cum and squirt some of it got on Zhongli's face. The tightening of both her holes also triggered both males to stuffed their cum inside of her.

"Hehh, you are so wild comrade, you squirted it all on sensei' face." Zhongli was surprised that something wet and sweet smelling landed on his face.

"So-... rry." (Y/n) dazed wanted to apologise to Zhongli but after that intense session with both males, it seems exhaustion got the better of her as she fainted on Zhongli's chest. Zhongli who was silent during the whole ordeal, cradled (Y/n)'s head while holding her other hand in his his, not wanting to let go of her.

"Did she pass out? Let's clean her up now. Maybe today we've gone too far, hahaha..." Childe pointed before pulling his dick from (Y/n)'s ass, only to see both holes brimming with their cum stuffed inside of her.

Silence covered the room. Neither male made any effort in moving, not wanting for the moment to end. The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of the oil lamp on the bedside table. (Y/n) lay asleep on top of Zhongli's chest, her breathing calm oblivious to the storm that gathered between the two men standing at her side.

"You know from the start that there's another way to cure it, right?" Childe questioned the former geo archon who has lived thousands of years as he twirled some of (Y/n)'s hair in his hand. As Zhongli continued to be silent and watch (Y/n) sleep in his arms. "Awww, so that's right. You are so adorable, Zhongli-sensei."

"You lied just to fuck her. That's so out of character of you." Childe said quietly, his usual smirk gone. His words cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and accusing. Zhongli did not answer. His golden eyes stayed fixed on (Y/n), calm but heavy, as if the weight of his guilt and longing anchored him in place.

"I let you join us since I like sensei so much. But don't forget that... She's Mine." Childe's tone dropped, colder now as Zhongli glared at him as a dragon protective of their treasure, the faint crackle of tension between them nearly tangible.

"Don't make such a face sensei~ Not cute at all." Zhongli knew that the long awaited treasure that he was searching was already in his arms. So his gaze finally lifted to meet Childe's unyielding, ancient, and steady as stone. "And don't mistake patience for surrender."

For a long moment, neither spoke. The air between them felt alive with the clash of two elements: water and stone, motion and stillness, both fighting for the same sun.

Finally, Zhongli's voice, deep and resolute, broke the silence.

"I won't lose... Her."

Childe's smirk returned, faint but defiant.

"Then I guess we'll see who she chooses."

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The lamp flickered, shadows stretching across the room as both men turned their gaze back to the sleeping traveler, each silently swearing to win her heart, no matter the cost.

A few quiet minutes passed. The tension in the room had cooled into silence, two rivals now standing near the sides of the same bed.

"Excuse me!" A soft knock came at the door with a worried voice.

"Come in," Zhongli said evenly.

The door creaked open, and Sucrose stepped in, clutching her bag maybe filled with various potions for recovery. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw both men composed and freshly changed into the formal robes they'd hastily put on after tending to (Y/n)'s condition. The faint scent of herbal tonic still lingered in the air.

"I'm so sorry for coming late. Is the honorary knight still okay?" she said quickly, adjusting her glasses. "The way from Monstadt to here rained heavily last night making it hard to move. However my sensei got the potion to help her, don't worry."

Zhongli nodded with calm composure. "Your timing is perfect, Miss Sucrose. Thank you."

Childe folded his arms, offering her a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Glad you're here. But you see..." Childe then explained how the symbol had disappeared without saying anything about the activities that were done to make it disappear.

"Ehhh. The symbol disappeared and the honorary knight recovered by herself?" Sucrose questioned and hesitated with such information, sensing the unspoken tension between the two men but saying nothing. She moved past them glancing at (Y/n)'s peaceful face and looked at her condition.

"Yes, it is. Don't be surprised, lady. Comrade is special, she is monstadt's honorary knight right? She can be immunized and recover very fast, you forget that?" Childe tried to convince the apprentice in front of him.

"Well... Yes, she is." Sucrose then thought about how great a person (Y/n) was. 'Sensei said that it can only be cured by this potion. Maybe the honorary knight is special as that fatui said.' Sucrose is still thinking about (Y/n)'s condition, who was fully covered by the comforter to avoid suspicions while holding the potion that Albedo made.

"Uhm, pardon me. But what was wrong with your clothes yesterday?" Until Sucrose's vision was obstructed as she heard Jean inquiring both males in the room why they were dressed like that.

"Oh, we went out for a walk last night and got wet by the rain. There's none available so we got these." Childe with his quick thinking used some of the information that was given by Sucrose as the perfect excuse.

"I see." Jean is convinced by their excuse since they were friends of (Y/n) and they aren't threats to her well being. But behind Jean was Verr Goldet, who was smiling awkwardly and ready to assist for the recovery of (Y/n) thought about the ginger haired male's explanation. 'There wasn't any rain last night though.'

"Well, she's in good condition now. I think we should leave and let her rest."

"But I want to check her to make sure..."

"We have already done that, don't worry haha... Let's just leave now."

Childe finally convinced everyone to leave the room for (Y/n) to rest, Zhongli may have lingered for a bit but needed to leave in order to not arouse suspicion of their previous deed to the women of Monstadt.

While everyone left, (Y/n) was semi awake from all the noise and was blushing while biting her lips remembering everything Childe and Zhongli did to her and she liked it, (Y/n) then drifted off to sleep once again.

A little while later, (Y/n) was feeling suffocated as she dreamed two giant octopus were hugging her a bit tightly and it got uncomfortable as it was getting hot.

"Zhongli-sensei, it's so hot here, can you stay away from us?" Childe asked, irritated having to share (Y/n) with the former geo archon.

"If you feel hot then why don't you just do it yourself?" To which Zhongli replied with irritation as well from his draconic instinct in being possessive.

Authors Note: Will be pretty busy the following days to early June due to acads. Will try to upload when I can and thank you for supporting and liking my stories.

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[rizecia17]

Heartstrings & Hellfire: Chapter 01

Huntrix: World Tour Final Show A giant electric billboard glows across the skyline, displaying the trio of Huntrix striking a fierce pose, promoting their final concert in one of Korea's largest arenas. Thousands of excited fans fill the plaza, the energy electric.

"Let's go, Huntrix!" The crowd chants, waving purple lightsticks and banners, dressed in official merch from head to toe.

"We love Huntrix!" Another set of fans shout into the camera interviewing them outside the arena.

The camera zooms in on the pink-haired male to the left, sporting a wolf-cut hairstyle.

"Miro's my favorite. He is the visual and lead dancer. Nobody can move like Miro. " A group of women squeal towards the camera while they proudly show off their pink-themed Miro merch and banners.

"Apparently, he's the black sheep of his family." A photo flashes on screen: a family portrait with the faces of the parents and older brother blurred, Miro the only clear one, scowling defiantly. Another image: Miro now older, oozing rebellion in both style and stance.

"I don't know why? But even though he's so cool." A male fan said to the camera.

"Who else could wear a sleeping bag to the Met Gala." Images flash again, Miro draped head-to-toe in a designer sleeping bag, striking poses on the iconic stairs.

"Yeah! He's our role model." Teen girls with calm, cool expressions mimic Miro's vibes. "He's the best. Love him." The teen girls said in unison in a monotone voice.

Now the camera pans to the right, navy-haired, bowl-cut styled Zane.

"We're here for Zane!" A group in green gear screams, waving their signs high.

"The rapper and lyricist." Flashback: Zane sitting at the bottom of a staircase, headphones on, scribbling lyrics in a notebook.

"He grew up in America. Somewhere called Burbank, USA." A male fan explains.

"He is the cutest maknae" Cut to Zane in a strawberry hat doing adorable poses on a variety show.

"But when he raps, he goes hard." Cue: Zane decimating challengers at an underground rap battle.

"He gets real scary. So scary, like, "You better watch out." A girl fan explains with her boyfriend beside her and agreeing to what she said.

Now the camera centers on the violet-haired Rumi in messy curtain bangs adorned with little braids.

"We love Rumi!" Two girls Jumps in excitement.

"His pop-star royalty." The girl said excitedly into the camera while her best friend beside her also agreed with her. "Uh-huh!"

"His mom, who was a Sunlight Sister, passed away when he was an infant." A fan girl explained while the camera show's the last album cover of the Sunlight Sisters.

"WAIT! You can't talk about Rumi without talking about (Y/n)!" A voice shouts from the back.

"Right, (y/n) is the adopted daughter of Celine, who was abandoned as a child under a willow tree and Celine was the one who found her and took her in as her own." The girl said to the camera.

"But Celine raised both of them together as best friends," A camera flashes back to show a picture of Celine in an International Idol Awards show with Rumi as a little boy and a little girl beside her.

"Huntrix was built around Rumi, while (Y/n) debuted solo but stayed close with the boys." The picture changed to show Celine with the boys and (y/n) accompanying them to the Idol Awards.

More photos: (Y/n) attending every Huntrix concert, always in her signature white.

"Rumi's voice is just incredible and (y/n)'s voice is like an angel. Like..." A trio of fan girls said dreamily to the camera.

"It brings us to tears!" A trio of fan boys cuts into the camera, each crying and holding cute little banners of both the name's of Rumi and (y/n).

"(Y/n) is such an icon of innocence. She is just the best, she has been friends with the Huntrix ever since their debut and she always supports them"

"(Y/N)!!! I LOVE YOU!!!" A man screams into the camera.

"She's the Angel of the Nation!" The crowd affirms.

"In every Huntrix album, there's always one song featuring her."

"You can truly notice the bond that they have with each other." A group of fan girl's wearing gold merchandise, mentioned. "Up until now there has been a huge debate about the shipping between Huntrix and (y/n)."

"I heard that (y/n) will be here as a special guest performer. Just to show that her friendship with Huntrix is that strong." A male fan said to the camera but then came closer to whisper something. "But between you and me, I totally ship (y/n) with any of the Huntrix members."

"I ship her with Rumi-(ship name) for life!"

"No! Zane!"

"Miro!"

"Huntrix!" The camera pans to the passionate debate as the arena buzzes for the show.

"They're taking a break after this concert with (y/n), and they need it, but we're gonna miss them so much!" A girl said while her friends in the background agreed with her.

Suddenly, the intro music booms. Neon lights flash, the crowd roars. Backstage, chaos ensues.

"Everyone look alive." Bobby, the manager of the group, said to the concert staff backstage making sure everything is perfect for the performance of Huntrix.

"All right. Looking good over there. Okay. Ready? Ready. But where are the boys?" Bobby, double checking everything around the arena and looked on his phone to see any updates from the boys.

"What? What? Where are they going?" Only to see on his phone that the plane of the Huntrix was going out of track on its destination.

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"Okay, this is our biggest show yet," Rumi said as the three of them huddled together inside their private plane.

"The most songs," Zane said

"The most moves." Miro reminded.

"Which means the most carb loading."

"FOR THE FANS!" All three shouted in unison as they dove into an enormous spread of food around the table.

"I need 10,000 calories to get through the choreo," Rumi said while stuffing his face with kimbap. "A thousand percent. A galillion percent." Miro agreed wholeheartedly with what Rumi just said, while Zane just kept on eating.

"Man, that's not even a real number."

"It is for our fans," Miro argued with food stuffed in his mouth.

Rumi then inhaled the scent of the kimbap in his hands. "Ah!" As Zane, suddenly in chibi mode, maniacally ripped open a chip bag and devoured it with speed.

"Our fans deserve the best." Rumi declared. But none of them noticed the flight attendants acting... strangely. One was watering a flower pot with coffee.

As Rumi stuffed down his throat a whole kimbap. "Okay, time for our pre-game ramyeon!" Each member holds a cup of noodle, each cup had their faces as the designs.

"Happy fans, happy Honmoon!" they all cheered, knocking their cups together.

"Wait, there's no water in these." They all noticed that the cup was not filled with hot water.

"Um, excuse me, miss?"

"Yes, Ms. Hunter...ix?" The nearby flight attendant responded nervously, spilling more coffee onto the flower.

"Right away. You're welcome. Arrideverci. Goodbye." She said so fast and nervously while the other two attendants were also doing weird things in the background.

"Uh, okay." As Rumi was asking the attendant for water, her ringtone began to go off. Seeing the caller ID she hastily answered.

"Hi, Bobby!" They all said in unison in the video call.

"Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?" Bobby asked them.

"About to eat our pre-show ramyeon." Rumi said while showing off their half-eaten feast.

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?" Bobby said worriedly, flipping the camera to show fans in the arena going wild.

"Hey, that's my phone!" Bobby's phone was easily hijacked by some fans near them, and they saw the Huntrix.

"We love you!" A group of fans said to them.

"Aww, we love you too!" All three of the Huntrix said together.

Then a trio of fan boys took the phone and sobbed into the phone, touching the hearts of the Huntrix. "That's so sweet," All three said into the phone towards the fan boys.

Another male fan took the phone again. "Yo! I just got this!" Lifting his shirt to show a giant heart tattoo with Huntrix in the middle.

"Uh.." Rumi and Zane were a bit surprised at the revelation of the male fan. Miro had a different reaction. "Sick." He said, liking the tattoo.

"Gimme that! Why are you so late?" Bobby took back his phone and said worriedly to the boys.

"Late?" Rumi said confused.

"Fifty thousand fans are waiting for you." As Bobby mentions that predicament, the boys then looked outside the window of the plane. Only to see that brightly lit arena that they had passed by. "They made cute signs and everything." All three of them then looked and glared at the awkward and weird attendants.

"How can you be late? Even (y/n) got here early despite her busy schedule. She's already helping keep the crowd calm! I wish you were here." Bobby wined while the boys continued to glare at the flight attendants.

"Bobby? Is that the boys? Let me talk to them." A familiar voice sounded out which caused the boys to return back to looking at the phone.

"Oh! Uh, sure (y/n). Here you go." Bobby said, handing his phone to the girl dressed in a gorgeous white dress.

"Hi guys!" (Y/n) said happily into the phone.

"(Y/N)!" the boys shouted together, hearts practically bursting.

"I'm guessing that there's... bugs? You'll need some time to get here?" She asked them cryptically.

"Yes, please." Rumi begged.

"You're a lifesaver, (y/n)." Zane said added.

"The best girl ever," Miro said, clearly smitten.

(Y/n) giggled sweetly, that each boy has internally combust.

"Okay, okay. Pay me back by showing up after you handle the pests, okay?" she winked.

"(Y/n), are the boys getting here already?" Bobby asked in the background as (y/n) handed back his phone to him.

"You got it!" Rumi said as the boys then looked back at the flight attendants. "Keep your shirt on Bobby. We'll be there in three." Rumi said to Bobby as he ended the call, and all of them groaned in frustration while Zane just kept on stress eating his chips.

"I didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!" Miro complained

"Why do they always interrupt our snacking?" Rumi said frustratingly.

"THEY WILL FACE MY WRATH!" Zane said garbled due to the food in mouth while crushing the chips on his hands.

Rumi confronted the demons with a bored expression, obviously pointing out their strange behaviours and spotting patterns along their arms. Stepping on one's foot fully revealed their colourful and abnormal real forms.

"Oh, you got the patterns. Now you gotta die." Miro said smirking while cracking his knuckles.

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Back at the stadium, the fans were growing restless.

"So Bobby," (Y/n) said calmly, watching the rising chaos. "Since the boys are a little... delayed, I'll open."

"You'll what?" Bobby blinked.

"I'll perform the opening to keep the crowd hyped until Huntrix arrives," she smiled, raising her golden mic.

"Have the tech team cue my song," she said as she climbed the stairs to her lift. Staff secured her harness. The arena went black.

(Cue the music to the song Sway to My Beat in Cosmos.)

"What's that?" a fan asked.

"LOOK-it's (Y/n)!" another screamed as a spotlight hit the top of the arena.

~"Mend your pace, sway to the beat. Hands up, embrace who you wanna be. We're reaching heights unseen, ooh-whoa, whoa. Feel the fire deep within. You're the key to where my trust begins. Join my dream, it's just the right time, whoa"~

As the lights pulsed to the beat, (Y/n) descended from the heavens in her white dress, glowing in ethereal light.

~"Leave it all behind (all behind). Get ready now"~

"Hello, everyone," She said sweetly to the crowd of fans. As all of them cheered so loud to their Angel. The arena lights up with colors that dance to the colors of the cosmos. As (Y/n) starts to descend from the top of the arena which makes her look like an Angel descending from heaven in her white dress.

"You're my ANGEL" A male fan cried out to her.

~"Rise up into my world. Renew your definition. World so high, let me show. And hear my declaration, "No more ties""~

She landed gracefully, spinning across the stage. Fans raised their golden lightsticks in unison.

~"Off the ground and tap your feet. Look, stars are near when you feel the beat. We're bound for a greater height, ooh-whoa, whoa. Take a leap into the blaze. Don't lose yourself in mundanity. Join my dream, it is the right time, whoa"~

~"Leave it all behind. Get ready now"~

"Sing along with me, everyone." (Y/n) called out.

Thousands of voices joined in, her harmonies echoing through the dome. Backstage, even the crew sang along.

~"Welcome to my world, Renew your definition. World so high, let me show and hear my declaration, "No more ties.""~ As, (Y/n) danced around the stage triggering the Honmoon which glowed beautifully in her eyes and harmonized so hauntingly beautiful.

~"Welcome to my world, Renew your definition. World so high, let me show. Now hear my declaration, Welcome to my world. Renew your definition, World so high, we'll show, and go beyond horizon. Side by side"~

As the final note rang out, she pointed upward.

"Everyone, look to the skies. I present to you... HUNTRIX!"

She said as fans pointed out and looked to the skies, while she backed away safely from the target landing of the boys.

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Back on the jet, chaos.

The demons revealed themselves in their original forms. "The only ones dying tonight are your-" the big demons said but was interrupted by the burps of Miro.

"Uh, I said. The only ones dying tonight are your-" He tried again as the other demons looked astonished with what happend. But was cut off again by the stomach gurgles of both Rumi and Zane.

"I'm sorry, what?" Rumi asked as they were distracted by their stomachs.

"YOUR FANS! We're gonna eat your fans!" The big demon couldn't take it anymore screamed at the boys. As the other four demons around him snarled and licked their fangs.

"WHOA!" The boys exclaimed. "No. No, Thank you." As they all said. "No. No. No."

"Not our fans."

"When you mess with our fans..."

"We need to make it hurt." As Miro cracked his knuckles. The Honmoon ignited, lighting up the cabin in a supernatural glow.

~"Ugh, you came at a bad time"

"But you just crossed the line"

"You wanna get wild?"

"Okay, I'll show you wild!"~

The plane turned into a blur of motion: fists, glowing weapons, and intense choreo mid-air.

~"Better come right, better luck tryin', gettin' to our level

'Cause you might die, never the time, tryna start a battle

Bleeding isn't in my blood, 뼈속부터 달라서 (ppyeosokbuteo dallaseo)"~

Rumi poured hot water into their ramyeon cups mid-fight. Miro knocked a demon into a seat with the kettle. Zane poured sauce on a demon's head while eating chips.

~"Beating you is what I do-do-do, yeah"~

Miro then throws the kettle to Zane. Beating down the leaping demons while pouring hot water for himself, Miro, and Rumi with no sweat.

~"Body on body

I'm naughty, not even sorry

And when you pull up, I'll pull up

A little late to the party (Na-na-na-na)

Locked and loaded, I was born for this

There ain't no point in avoiding it

Annoyed? A bit

불을 비춰 다 비켜, 네 앞길을 뺏겨 (Bureul bichwo da bikyeo, ne apgireul ppaetgyeo)"~

Before digging into their ramyeon, Rumi stopped both boys to show that it takes 3 minutes for the noodles to cook. So, they had something to pass the time and finish off the demons.

~"Knocking you out like a lullaby~"

"Hear that sound ringing in your mind~"~

They each summoned glowing weapons, daggers for Zane, a spear for Miro, a sword for Rumi.

~"Better sit down for the show"

"'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done"~

They sliced down every demon with graceful, deadly flair, like it was part of their choreography.

~"(Hey) Huntrix don't miss

How it's done-done-done

(Hey) Huntrix don't quit

How it's done-done-done"~

Glancing around at the boys, adoration and fun filled their expressions. Moving like lightning speed and the highlighting colors of their blades faster than usual and bodies consumed by calmness and beauty.

~"Run, run, we run the town"

"Whole world playin' our sound"

"Turnin' up, it's goin' down"

"Huntrix show this, how it's done, done, done"~

Suddenly, the plane started falling apart.

"Yeah, this plane's trashed," Miro said bluntly.

The three slurped down their noodles as the wreckage tumbled around them. "Okay, let's do this."

~"Yeah, something about when you come for the crown

That's so humbling, huh?

갑자기 왜 그래? 먼저 건드려, 왜?

이제야 포기해, what? (Gapjagi wae geurae? meonjeo geondeuryeo, wae? Ijeya pogihae, what?)

Nothing to us

Run up, you're done up, we come up

From sunup to sundown, so come out to play"~

They dove out of the jet, crashing down toward the stadium like comets.

~"Won either way, we're one in a million"

"We killin', we bring it, you want it? Okay"~

Catching up with the escaped demons, landing on them as they fixed up some makeup, hair and appearances. Pulling out of her pocket gulped down a pill of sorts with a bottle of water she somehow managed to down while falling.

~"Hair, nails, blade, mascara"

"Fit check for my napalm era"

"Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage"

"Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? (Us, hello?)"~

Just as (Y/n) stepped back from center stage, glowing blue streaks lit up the sky. Fans gasped

~"Knocking you out like a lullaby

Hear that sound ringing in your mind

Better sit down for the show"~

"Everyone, look to the skies. I present to you. HUNTRIX!" The boys heard (Y/n) Introducing them into the microphone.

"It's them." A fan pointed out as two blue spotlights helped the fans see the three blue lights rocket to the stage. (Y/N) finding herself backstage with many stage crew members and staff running about.

"Everyone, get ready, the boys are here now." Nodding along with her instructions as they swiftly get to work. One worker hands her three other microphones as she runs towards the edge of the stage. Spotting the three demons in the centre and the large shadows of the boys in the smoke screen,

~"Cause I'm gonna show you (I'm gonna show you~)"

"(I'm gonna show you~) How it's done-done-done"~

As the boys landed, (Y/n) threw them their mics mid-spin. Miro smirked at her.

~"I don't talk, but I bite, full of venom (Uh)"

"Spittin' facts, you know that's"

"How it's done-done-done"~

A demon crashed into the crowd. "Cool costume!" a girl said, snapping a selfie right before Zane threw a blade straight through it.

~"Okay, like, I know I ramble"

"But when shootin' my words, I go Rambo"

"Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural (Uh)"

"That's how its done-done-done"~

A lone spotlight shines as (Y/n) and Rumi's duet echoed across the stadium in harmony, bringing the crowd to tears.

Then, the final chorus. All four took center stage, dancing with power and elegance.

~"Hear our voice unwavering"

"Til our song defeats the night"

"Makin' fear afraid to breathe"

"Til the dark meets the light~ (how its done-done-done)"~

Pushing their vocals to its highest high note in harmony. Continuing to belt and echo the chorus through towards the end. As the Honmoon starts to shine brightly.

~"Run, run, we run the town (done-done-done)

Whole world playin' our sound (done-done-done)

Turnin' up, it's going down (done-done-done)

Huntrix, show this how it's done-done-done"~

As the combination of both Huntrix and (Y/n) on stage dancing to the song, exhilarated the fans to the extreme.

~"We hunt you down (down)

(Done-done-done)

We got you now (Got you now)

(Done-done-done)

We show you how-how-how (Show you how)"~

The Honmoon glowed a bright golden that flowed through the arena. Which excites the four, making them dance more enthusiastically.

~"HUNTR/X don't miss, how its done-done-done~"

All four of them finished the song sticking together and striking a pose. Which end up having the crowd cheering and screaming. As the Honmoon then glowed stronger surrounding the country. As demons are now trapped in the underworld unable to break through the barrier.

[rizecia17]

Heartstrings & Hellfire (Male Huntrix x Reader x Saja Boys)

Note: Art not mine but is based on the story.

Two rival boy bands. Two very different battles.

On one side, the Huntrix-elite K-pop idols by day, demon hunters by night.

On the other, the Saja Boys-charismatic, dangerous, and hiding a dark, demonic secret.

But the real war? It's for you, the most beloved solo artist in Korea and the nation's top bachelorette.

What no one knows is that you're hiding something too… a secret even your closest friends in the Huntrix don't suspect.

With emotions running high and secrets unraveling, the Huntrix must fight not only the Saja Boys, but also the possibility of losing you to the very darkness they were sworn to destroy.

Prologue

A stage burst into life, awash with thousands of glowing light stick and roaring fans. Neon beams ripple across the arena, covering to form a brilliant sigil: letter H, blazing at the heart of it all.

The crowds chants in perfect rhythm, voices echoing like a war cry of devotion.

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

The name reverberates, charged with energy. As the lights whirl and pulse, fans raise their signature light sticks, ornately shaped like clover blossoms with interwoven lines, echoing the elegance of traditional norigae. Bathed in soft lavender and violet hues, each stick glows with a radiant H in its centre, uniting the crowd in a magical, synchronised light.

"The world will know you as a pop stars." a calm, powerful voice narrates, Celine, their mentor.

"But you will be much more than that." She continued as a thick mist coiled across the stage, revealing three silhouettes of figures standing side by side. Their reflection shimmer as if caught between past and present.

"You will be Hunters."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Centuries earlier.....

Red lighting cracks the earth of a quiet nearby village during the Joseon-era. the ground glows ominously beneath terrified feet as villagers turn, too late. From fiery fractures in the soil, grotesque shapes rise.

Demons.

"Demons have always haunted our world,"

One by one demons began to terrorize the village and take the souls of the innocent.

"Stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma."

Streaks of light twisted upward, souls, torn and taken from the villager, pulled like comets into the void. In a shadowed realm, Gwi-Ma, the Demon King, devours them. Each soul that he feeds on bloats his form with power. With every feeding, he spawns new horrors.

"Until heros arose to defend us."

A mother shields her child, clutching only a rake for protection, as demons close in. But then a song is heard from the gate. A sudden glow.

The demons were about to attack the people, only to be stopped by the presence of three women standing atop on the gate. Clad in warrior's hanbok, each holding weapons that shimmer with unnatural brilliance. With a song powering them to defend the villagers and defeating the demons.

"Born with voices that could drive back the darkness."

As the three women conquer the demons, each woman sings with rich melodious grace while soaring and vanquishing all the demons within the village.

"Singing songs of courage and hope. But hunters are more than warriors. They also had the protection of an angelic warrior supporting them with their light magic."

As the final demon fades into dus, the warriors descend, with elegance and fierceness. Their harmony summons a wave of light, wrapping the country in safety. From above, a new glow.

A fourth figure descends, an angelic warrior, radiant in white hanbok. With hands outstretched, she channels the music into pure white magic.

"Our music ignites the soul and brings people together."

The angelic warrior went over to a little girl whose soul was ignited by the performance of the warrior's and held her hand to show compassion and hope while retrieving the little girl's sparkled soul in doing so, creating a glowing light show.

"With this connection, the first Hunters created a shield to protect our world, the Honmoon."

The warriors gather. With synchronized steps and radiant song, they form a circle at the village center.

"Every generation, a new angel is reborn with the new trio of hunters chosen to fulfill our ultimate duty."

The angel lifts her hands and a wave of golden light erupts outward, a protective shield was formed.As the demonic horde screams from the underworld, the light seals them away.

The Honmoon expands across the land, a barrier that no demon can breach.

"A barrier so strong it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and Gwi-Ma from our world forever."

Time shifts. Eras pass, each decade of music gives birth to a new trio of Hunters and the rebirth of the Angel was shown as they sang together in harmony.

"The Golden Honmoon."

The Sunlight Sisters' golden performance was the breaking point in creating the golden protective shield around the world.

"And now that duty falls to you."

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Celine stood with a giant scared willow tree behind her. Before her stand the new Hunters, the first male led generation.

At the center: a tall young man with violet hair, intensity in his eyes. To his left, a smirking dancer with flaming pink hair. To his right, a graceful and beautiful woman with long golden wavy locks, eyes full of fire and kindness. And beside her, a bright soul with dark navy hair, fists clenched in resolve and excitement.

Celine steps forward.

"That victory is within your reach. It is your voice, your song, that will create the Golden Honmoon."

The four of them looked at each other and clasping hands to show their loyalties to one another and their friendship.

"Yes, Celine," they all said in unison.

Their eyes shine. Not just with the thrill of the stage but with purpose and fire.

[rizecia17]

Sweet Desire (Genshin Impact x Reader smut)

In a world where gods reign over nations and visions burn like stars, (Y/n) travels across Teyvat in search of her missing siblings, Aether and Lumine, vanished without a trace after a divine unknown God separated them. Each land holds a fragment of their memory and a whisper of truth, drawing her deeper into a journey of danger, beauty, and temptation.

But as she ventures through the seven nations, she encounters men, each powerful, each haunted by her beauty, who are drawn to her light yet bound by her distance. Some offer love, others obsession, and a few… a reason to stay. Yet no matter how fiercely they chase her, she cannot afford to be caught, yet fate weaves another snare. An Abyssal mage curses her with a spell that magnifies desire itself, twisting her emotions and the hearts of those she meets.

Now every glance feels too deep, every heartbeat too loud. Men she encounters, knights, wanderers, scholars, lords, Gods, and even enemies, are drawn toward her as if under a hidden moonlight pull, unable to decide if it's her charm or the curse that truly binds them.

She must learn to master or defeat the spell before it consumes her sanity, or before those who love her lose themselves trying to claim what cannot be theirs.

For every step closer to her heart pulls her further from her goal.

And somewhere beyond the horizon, her siblings are still waiting.

Prologue

In a world where gods reign over nations and visions burn like stars, (Y/n) travels across Teyvat in search of her missing siblings, Aether and Lumine, vanished without a trace after a divine unknown God separated them. Each land holds a fragment of their memory and a whisper of truth, drawing her deeper into a journey of danger, beauty, and temptation.

But as she ventures through the seven nations, she encounters men, each powerful, each haunted by her beauty, who are drawn to her light yet bound by her distance. Some offer love, others obsession, and a few… a reason to stay. Yet no matter how fiercely they chase her, she cannot afford to be caught, yet fate weaves another snare. An Abyssal mage curses her with a spell that magnifies desire itself, twisting her emotions and the hearts of those she meets.

Now every glance feels too deep, every heartbeat too loud. Men she encounters, knights, wanderers, scholars, lords, Gods, and even enemies, are drawn toward her as if under a hidden moonlight pull, unable to decide if it’s her charm or the curse that truly binds them.

She must learn to master or defeat the spell before it consumes her sanity, or before those who love her lose themselves trying to claim what cannot be theirs.

For every step closer to her heart pulls her further from her goal.

And somewhere beyond the horizon, her siblings are still waiting.

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The wind of Mondstadt carried a melody that once felt like home. Standing on a hill beneath the drifting dandelions, (Y/n) closed her eyes and whispered the same vow she made the night the stars fell apart.

“I’ll find you. No matter how long it takes, I’ll cross the seven nations for you.”

That promise had kept her alive through storm and silence. Through the eyes of strangers and the hands that tried to hold her still.

She’d learned that love could bloom even on the road but love was a luxury she could not afford. There were letters left unsent, hearts left unspoken, and gazes she dared not return.

Because if she looked back, even once, she feared she’d never move forward again.

And so, with the rising sun painting her path in gold, (Y/n) tightened her grip on her worn travel bag and began her journey once more toward Mondstadt’s winds, Liyue’s stone, Inazuma’s thunder, Sumeru’s wisdom, Fontaine’s justice, Natlan’s fire, and Snezhnaya’s snow.

Seven nations.

Seven trials.

Various hearts she’ll never be able to keep.

A/N:

Hi 💜 I'm back so recently someone mistakenly reported my account because they thought something without double checking something or they scammed me by stealing my account. So this is my new account. Please support me and happy reading.

This genshin impact story is inspired by a fanart comic by an artist I found in Twt or X named PCrow or pnk_crow, so its going to be every dirty and rated 18+. And if you know then you know ahahaha. This writing is mostly for my own enjoyment but wanted to share it as well.

Enjoy 💜💜💜

[rizecia17]

Ocean's Blessed Child (One Piece Live Action x Reader)

A girl with no memories is found drifting in the ocean, cradled by seaweed and guarded by dolphins… untouched by the storm, as if the sea itself refused to let her go.

Raised in Foosha Village alongside Monkey D. Luffy, she grows up knowing only one thing: the ocean listens to her.

So when Luffy sets out to become King of the Pirates, she follows… carrying her own quiet dream of helping others reach theirs.

But the Grand Line is not kind to miracles, and whispers of an "ocean-blessed child" begin to surface.

And the deeper they sail, the more the sea starts to answer back.

Prologue

The sea was restless that night.

Waves rose and fell like a breathing thing, the moonlight splintering across its surface in fractured silver. The wind howled, not in rage, but in warning, as if the ocean itself was guarding a secret too precious to lose.

And in the middle of it all… she drifted.

A child.

Small. Fragile. Wrapped in a white blanket untouched by the salt or storm. Beneath her, a cradle of seaweed swayed gently with the current, as though unseen hands kept her afloat. Around her circled a pod of dolphins, their sleek bodies cutting through the waves with careful precision. Not once did they stray far. Not once did they leave her unguarded.

They were not hunting.

They were watching.

Protecting.

Waiting.

Until fate arrived on the horizon.

A ship cut through the tides, a pirate vessel, bold and unafraid of the sea's temper. Its sails billowed crimson against the night sky, and laughter echoed faintly across the wind. At its helm stood a man with hair as red as burning embers, his sharp eyes scanning the waters like he understood them… like he respected them.

And then he saw her.

"…Stop the ship."

The command was quiet, but it carried.

The crew still.

At first, they thought it a trick of the light, a ghost story born from too many nights at sea. But as they drew closer, even the most hardened among them fell silent.

A child… in the middle of the ocean.

Unharmed.

Untouched.

Guarded by the sea itself.

The dolphins did not flee when the ship approached. Instead, they circled tighter, as if judging the men before them. As if deciding.

The red-haired pirate stepped forward, crouching at the edge of the ship. His gaze softened-not with pity, but with something deeper.

Recognition.

"…So it's true," he murmured, barely audible over the waves.

The ocean shifted.

Not violently.

But knowingly.

As if it had been waiting for him.

Carefully, he reached down and lifted the child into his arms. She did not cry. Did not stir. Only breathed softly, as though she trusted him without question.

Around them, the dolphins slowed… then, one by one, disappeared beneath the waves.

Their duty was done.She grew beneath the laughter of pirates. Days filled with music, stories, and the scent of salt. Nights lit by stars and the warmth of a crew that came to love her as their own. She had no memories, no past to cling to but she had something else. A presence. Strange things happened around her. The sea calmed when she laughed. Storms softened when she cried. And sometimes... when she stood at the edge of the ship, the waves would reach toward her... not to pull her in, but to greet her. The crew whispered. Not in fear. In awe. "The ocean favors her," they said. But the red-haired man never spoke those words aloud.

He simply watched.

And waited.

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Until the day he had to let her go.

The village was small, quiet, tucked between the sea and the horizon, as though the world had forgotten it. A place safe enough for dreams to grow.

Safe enough for her.

The tavern smelled of wood and warmth, laughter spilling from its doors. Behind the counter stood a woman with sharp eyes and a kinder heart than she let on. Beside her was a boy, grinning, loud, and full of impossible dreams.

The pirate knelt before them, placing a steady hand on the boy's head.

"You're going to do great things one day," he said.

The boy beamed. "Of course I will!"

Then his gaze shifted, to the girl.

To the child the sea had given him.

For the first time, something unspoken passed through his expression. Not doubt.

Not regret.

Only certainty.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a treasure then took the hat he was wearing off.

To the boy, he gave a straw hat worn, familiar, carrying the weight of promises yet to be fulfilled.

"Take care of it," he said. "And bring it back to me when you've become a great pirate."

Then, to her…

A necklace.

A shell, smooth and pale, with a single purple pearl fused at its center. It shimmered faintly, like it held a piece of the ocean itself.

He placed it gently around her neck.

For a moment, the wind stilled.

The waves quieted.

And something deep beneath the sea… listened.

"…You'll be safe here," he whispered.

But his voice carried more than reassurance.

It carried faith.

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The day the ship left, the sky was clear.

Too clear.

As if the storm had already passed-or was waiting somewhere far beyond sight.

The two children stood at the shore, watching as the ship grew smaller against the endless blue.

"Hey!" the boy shouted, fists clenched. "I'm gonna become the King of the Pirates!"

His voice rang out across the sea, fearless and bright.

Beside him, she stood quietly, fingers curled around the shell at her chest. The ocean brushed against her feet, gentle… almost affectionate.

She didn't remember who she was.

Didn't know where she came from.

But she felt something.

A pull.

A purpose.

"…And I'll make sure," she said softly, her voice barely louder than the waves, "that everyone's dreams come true."

The wind carried her words.

Farther than she could ever know.

Out into the open sea.

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And somewhere beyond the horizon…

The ocean answered.

[rizecia17]

Hello, for anyone that looking up the name uniquecutie-puffs this is me.

My works were:

Heartstrings and Hellfire (kpop demon hunter x reader x male huntrix)

Sweet Desire (Genshin Impact x reader smut)

And Ocean's Blessed Child (One Piece Live Action x reader)

someone mistakenly reported my old account because they thought i was the scammer that scammed them without first verifying. I'm so mad and sad because of this since it resulted in the deletetion of my old account by tumblr themselves since I didn't have the funds to pay for the verification.

To the person that mistakenly reported my i hope you're happy with what you did. I had spent years quietly reading the best works posted here and yet now I have restart it. I finally had the courage to post my stories but now all that is gone.

And now im just sad. Well sad doesn't really cover it but... im done for now.