Your Anniversary With Long Distance Boyfriend Jongho

y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive. 

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit. 

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side. 

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

➳ an: wow look at all those tags! also i literally have no idea why childe's banner thingy is so fkn blurry compared to the others... akhdkahsd

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— MEMORY ( AS YOU SLIP AWAY )

↷ zhongli x reader ( minific ) . . . coming soon

❝ just remember, the storm doesn't last forever. it can scare you; it can shake you to your core. but it never lasts. the rain subsides, the thunder dies, and the winds calm to a soft whisper. and that moment after the storm clouds pass, when all is silent and still, you find peace. quiet, gentle peace. ❞

S. L JENNINGS , THE FEAR OF FALLING

DISCLAIMERS + NOTES

i. THIS WORK CONTAINS MENTIONS and some depictions of violence and gore, death and mass murdering *looks at the reader*, angst just lots of angst with a bittersweet ending, sad vibes all around, some humor, reader just trying to vibe and survive but also being a hot emotional mess.

ii. THE READER IS A GOD INSPIRED by the gods from noragami and uses feminine terms as a descriptor. the use of y/n is minimal at best and they are usually referred to by their godly name 'foras'. this work also contains smut, said chapter will be tagged appropriately.

iii. I DO NOT OWN THE characters mentioned save for any mentioned original characters. the above image was taken from picsart and the manga / anime ‘noragami’ belongs to adachitoka. however, i will not tolerate plagiarism of any kind of this work. please do not steal / repost / copy my work onto this or other websites and if you find it anywhere else ( save tumblr or ao3 ) then kindly let me know. thanks for choosing to read this book!

SUMMARY

EVEN THE DIVINE WERE NOT exempt from the misfortunes of fate. those who rule teyvat bear their burdens of loss and blood, of the times of peace they once lived sullied by the ugly scars of war. even the gods look upon their lands and wish for their respite away from their bleak reality and loneliness.

YOU WERE A YOUNG GOD, born in an age of a peace that stood upon foundations yet to be reinforced and solidified. the whispers of the dead long past meet your ears and the longing of humanity beats within your heart. but fate, as it is, dispassionate against the divine and the mortal lets your ascension be marred by three cruel curses.

PERHAPS YOU WERE DOOMED to be forgotten from the start, to be glanced over by the heavens till you fade away from history and it's writings. but you still keep walking, keep wandering, despite your fears and heartache, bearing the scars of a war upon your back and the wish of humanity in your heart. a promise that you hope to keep for a friend and lover till the very memory of you slips away.

INDEX

masterlist || playlist || quotev ( sfw version. ) || author rambles

✧ CH. 00 — conception ; a story goes unspoken.

✧ CH. 01 — vernal equinox ; with the blooming flowers, comes you.

✧ CH. 02 — summer solstice ; the letters between friends remain uninked.

✧ CH. 03 — autumnal equinox ; trust not the words of an apsara.

✧ CH. 04 — winter solstice ; the flower fades but your breath stays warm.

✧ CH. 05 — interlude ; in this dream, the scent of jasmine persists.

✧ CH. 06 — afterword ; your memory, as you slip away.

PLAYLIST

little talks ( of monsters and men ) — a soulmate who wasn't meant to be ( jess benko ) — je te laisserai des mots ( patrick watson ) — dream a little dream of me ( ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong ) — the night we met ( lord huron ) — wasteland, baby ( hozier ) — evermore ( dan stevens ) — merry go round of life ( joe hisaishi ) — lovers' oath ( yu-peng cheng ) — mountain sound ( of monsters and men ) — in this shirt ( the irrepressibles ) — hearing ( sleeping at last ) — saturn ( sleeping at last ) — my heart is buried in venice ( rick montgomery ) — happiness is a butterfly ( lana del ray ) — love like ghosts ( lord huron ) — sayonaragokko ( amazarashi ) — yamiyo ( eve ) — yumemiteta no atashi ( daoko )

AINE © 2022. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

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It Feels a Little Real Now

Dabi x Fem!Reader part 6

Warnings: Mention on Pregnancy, minor mention of childhood trauma (nothing specific)

Summary: As you both come to terms with the situation at hand, Dabi shares a little bit of himself with you. While somethings just make everything a little more real for him.

WC: 1.6K

Series Masterlist 🌙 Part 5

“You know you could help me, right?” Dabi asks from his spot on the floor.

“Nah, I like watching you struggle. Plus, you so don’t want me to help.” You giggle.

“You’re right - I really don’t want you to help but I really just wanna light this piece of shit up.”

“Please refrain from destroying my baby’s crib.”

He tosses the screw driver off to the side and lays back on the floor. “Our baby.”

“Our baby. Sorry, I’m still getting used to the whole you being here thing.”

His head tilts to the side so he can look over at you seated in your little glider. He offers you a small crooked smile as he watches your hand rest on your little bump. Groaning, he sits himself back up and looks over the instructions again. Taking a deep breath, he sets to work attempting to set the crib up and resist the urge to set it on fire. After almost an hour of grumbling and complaining, he finally pushes the finished crib into the spot you point to. Handing you the little mattress, he sits on the floor and watches you put the little elephant covered sheet over it before handing it over so he can drop it in the crib.

“And crib is done. What do you think, doll?” He questions, holding out a hand to help pull you up out of the glider.

“Perfect. Thank you for building it.” You hum and wrap an arm around his waist.

“Course, doll. The little monster’s gonna need a place to sleep.”

“Don’t call our baby a monster.”

“Nah, she’s gonna be my little monster.”

“Again, please don’t call our daughter a monster.”

“It’s that or crotch goblin.” He states with a teasing grin.

“Can’t she have a normal nickname?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, call her whatever you like. I need a snack.” You grumble, getting up and heading to the kitchen leaving him alone in the nursery.

Once you're out of the room, he turns around and looks around the room. Taking a deep breath, he settles in your glider and stares at the little crib that his baby will sleep in in a few months from now. The thought makes his stomach twist with an emotion somewhere between excitement and fear. The never ending thought that he could fuck this all up courses through his veins like fire. Pushing his feelings to the side, he pushes himself out of the chair and heads into the kitchen to find you coating a chocolate bar in peanut butter and marshmallow fluff.

“Cravin’ something sweet?” He snorts.

“Yeah, plus this is just good. Wanna bite?” You offer, holding the candy out to him.

Raising a brow, he takes the candy from you and takes a small bite. Handing it back, he chews thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Very good. I’m gonna eat this then make dinner. Sound good?”

Dabi nods and hops up onto an empty spot on the counter, making sure to leave you enough room to cook. He had to admit, something about your little baby bump made an odd sense of pride swell in his chest. He had already told you so many times you were his, but now it was obvious. Now you were happily having his baby and he was ok with that. He never thought he’d be the person to be happy about a baby, but the thought makes his heart skip a beat.

“So,” you finally break the silence as you chop vegetables. “You’re ok with this? The whole baby thing?”

“It’s not ideal, but, honestly, I’m not upset about it or anything. I just had to work through some shit. You okay with it?”

“Yeah, I am actually. I was really freaked out and scared at first, but, now, I actually kind of like the idea of having a baby and being a mom. So you really wanna stick around and do the dad thing, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I don’t want to be a shit dad who ditches his kid. I know what it’s like to have a dad that doesn’t care. I’m not doing that to my kid. I know I’m probably not going to be the best dad in the world but I’m gonna try.”

“That’s all I could ask for honestly, especially since I figured I was gonna be doing this alone.”

“Not gonna let you do it all alone, I promise. I care about you and the little monster growing inside of you.”

You can’t help the small smile that takes over your face as you slide all of the chopped vegetables into a pan and add some spices. “Good, I’m really happy you want to be a part of this.”

“Course I wanna be a part of it. You’re having my baby. Just because I’m an emotionally stunted asshole, doesn’t mean I can’t care about you and my kid.”

You offer him a soft smile before turning your attention back to your vegetable stir fry. Humming quietly, you add the finishing touches to the pan and grab two bowls to serve everything. Giving Dabi a small smile, you offer him his bowl before making your way to the couch. Taking the bowl from you, he grabs drinks from the fridge and follows you over, collapsing next to you. Setting the drinks on the table, he watches you take a bite of your food and moan at the taste.

“You enjoying the food, doll?” He snorts as you stuff another bite into your mouth.

“Mhmm, I’m starving and this is really good.”

He watches you carefully before digging into his own food with a happy groan at the taste. “Alright, it is really fucking good so I can’t even blame you.”

“Thank you - I’m a fantastic cook.”

“You’re ok.”

“I’m better than you.”

“Yeah, because the only time I’ve ever really cooked is when you’ve bitched at me until I stayed and helped.”

“Well, maybe you should learn to cook since you’re gonna be a dad soon.”

“Guess I could learn to cook a few actual things.”

You smile brightly at him and focus on eating your dinner in silence. The two of you fall into a perfect, comfortable silence while you clean up after dinner. To your surprise, Dabi appears behind you and takes the dried dishes and puts them away. Finally, the mess around you is cleared away and you find yourself curled against him on your bed.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You question finally breaking the silence.

“Course, doll.”

“Anytime you say something about your family or father, it’s always just how shitty it was. What happened?”

Dabi stiffens next to you but takes a deep breath and slowly relaxes as you trace little shapes on his chest. “You really wanna know about my shitty childhood?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. I know you don’t like to talk about the past and stuff, so you don’t have to tell me everything, but I’d like to know a little bit more about everything.”

“Fine, to make a long, shitty story short, my dad wanted a kid that could be a hero, something more amazing than he ever could be. He wanted me to be that but I wasn’t and, when he figured that out, he acted like I hardly existed. I no longer mattered in his world. So what do you do when you’re built up to be something amazing, then told you can’t be that? You crash and burn and that’s what I did. So, to end our super fun story, I am legally a dead man.”

You sit up and look down at him, attempting to take in everything he just said. “Touya, what do you mean by you’re legally dead?”

“I mean just that. I technically don’t exist in this world anymore. I disappeared when I was younger and that’s it.”

“Touya, I’m sorry. That’s horrible.”

“It is what it is.”

“But it's horrible and I always knew your story wasn’t going to actually be sunshine and rainbows but you’re legally dead? Your family has no idea you’re alive?”

“Nope. And, so far, I like it that way.” He looks up at you and sighs. “It’s fine, doll. I’ve got a whole thing planned out.”

“What kind of thing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Eh, it is what it is. I think it’ll be a lot of fun.” He grins.

You roll your eyes but still give him a slightly unsure look. Sighing, you relax against the headboard and look over him on the bed. Your hand unconsciously rubs over your belly. Sitting up, he leans against the headboard next to you and pulls you into a soft kiss. One of his hands joins yours on your belly. He sighs into the kiss and heats up his hand while cupping your cheek with the other one. Just as he moves to deepen the kiss, the baby shifts and kicks against the warmth of his hand causing him to pull away and freeze against you.

You immediately grin up at him. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah? What the hell was that?”

“What do you mean what the hell was that? That was your baby, stupid.”

“That was the baby?”

“Yeah. That was her kicking.” You laugh as she kicks against his hand again. “She can feel your warmth.”

“She’s kicking? That’s her?” He asks, voice filled with wonder.

“Yeah, that’s her. That’s our baby.”

He swallows and moves his hand over your bump, feeling the baby move and kick more. “She’s real. She’s a real little thing inside of you.”

“Yeah, she is. Our baby is a real little thing.”

“A second chance”

A Scaramouche x GN!Reader fanfic

Spoilers for the 3.3 Archon Quest ahead!

Chapter 2: (Re)Introductions

You’re a scholar in Sumeru, plagued by the faintest memory of someone, someone you cared for deeply. But you couldn’t remember who. You soon meet a wandering eccentric, who seems vaguely familiar to you, but you just couldn’t figure out how.

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You glanced at your clock as the sun seeped through the blinds.

6:29 AM

Yet another sleepless night. You decided to try staying up late working so you would be more tired, but to no avail. You were beginning to think that you should talk to someone about it. You got up, changing into your clothes for the day. You quickly hooked your vision to your hip before heading to your kitchen to get breakfast. But unfortunately for you, you seemed to forgotten to get groceries. You decided to just get some breakfast from a restaurant near by. You put on your shoes and went out the door.

Once you entered the restaurant, your eyes landed on him. The man from yesterday. What were the chances that he’d be here? He looked up and noticed you staring again, but these time he smiled and gave a small wave. You quickly glanced away, before going to your seat and looking at the menu. You settled on ordering Pita Pockets. You gave the waiter your menu and took a sip of your water.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed the man making his way to your table. You assumed he was just heading for the door, until he sat directly infront of you. “You know, you’ve been having a hard time keeping your eyes off of me recently. Could I ask why?” He asked, a slight smirk on his face.

“Uh, it’s just that you seem so familiar. But I can’t figure out how I know you, have we met before?” You replied.

“Well, it’s possible we’ve meet. I’ve travelled across numerous nations, from Inazuma to Sumeru,” he answered, waving a confused waiter over.

He must have moved tables before telling the order responsible for his order.

“Hm, then yeah I guess that’s possible. I was in Inazuma for a time not too long ago,” you admitted.

Shortly before the Sakoku decree, you had taken a trip to Inazuma. Unfortunately for you, the decree and been implemented shortly after your arrival. This caused you to be stuck in the nation for a time. You only just got back half a year ago.

“So, do you have a name?” You asked.

The man paused for a moment, before answering, “Well, I’ve gone by many titles in the past. But none really matter anymore. I suppose you can call me Kuni,”.

“That’s a pretty name, it suits you,” you smiled.

“Is that you calling me pretty?”, he smirked, resting his face against his palm.

“I suppose so,” you shrugged.

He shook his head, “Well, now that I’ve introduced myself, I believe it’s only fair that you give me your name,”.

“It’s Y/N, sadly it’s really the only title I’ve ever had. Besides acting sage,”.

“Acting sage?”.

“Well once the Dendro Archon got rid of our old sages, she asked a few scholars to temporarily become sages until we found people who actually wanted the job. Which we since have found said people,” you explained, the waiter placing your order infront of you.

“Ah, so you’re a scholar,” he nodded.

“And what do you do for living?” You questioned, taking a bite into your Pita Pockets.

“Oh I’m just a wanderer, I’ve long forsaken any typical styles of life,” he answered, drinking some of his tea.

“So like an adventurer?”.

“Something like that, except I have no intentions on leaving Sumeru for the time being,”.

“And why’s that?”.

“You’re full of questions aren’t you,” Kuni shook his head, “Well since you’re so curious, I have some unfinished business here. I can’t leave before I get it resolved,”.

“That business is?”.

“I feel like I’m being interrogated right now,” he sighed.

You chuckled, “Sorry, sorry. Here, I’ll answer some questions from you to make things fair,”.

He paused for a moment, thinking of something to ask, “Your vision, how did you get it?”.

“When I was younger, my friend and I had wandered off too far. We eventually found ourselves in the Abyss. We probably would have died if I didn’t receive my vision at that moment. Thankfully we weren’t stuck there for long though, after about a day we had managed to get out,” you explained, fiddling with your vision.

“That story seems vaguely familiar to me,” he said.

“It does? Surely receiving your vision as a result of falling into the Abyss isn’t that common?” You asked.

“You’d be surprised,” he shrugged, “Anyways, I’m curious, were you involved in the whole false god thing led by the akademiya?”.

“No, similar to the Scribe and General Mahamatra, I was kept in the dark about the whole thing. But I did help the Scribe with his whole plan to stop it,”.

He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, before pulling out some Mora, “Well, I can only assume we should both get going, here I’ll pay for you,”.

“You really don’t need to, I have plenty of Mora,” you sighed, a guilty expression on your face.

He chuckled, “No really, I can take care of it. It’s the least I could do for taking up your time,”.

You nodded, “Alright, thank you Kuni,”.

He handed the waiter the Mora, then you both exited the restaurant. “I’m planning on going for a walk to the Lokapala Jungle later, would you like to come with me? Unless of course, you’re too worried about going too far and falling into the Abyss again,” he offered.

You smiled, ignoring his comment about the Abyss, “I’d love to, that place really is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve been there in awhile,”.

“Alright, I’ll see you around,” he smiled, before waking around.

What a strange man

You decided to head back to your home, not feeling like stopping by the Akademiya today. You still felt like Kuni was eerily familiar. You just had a gut feeling that you two had met on multiple occasions in the past. Much to your dismay, actually meeting him seems to make this feeling even more intense.

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Authors notes:

•Don’t you guys worry, he might seem nice right now, but he’s just trying to seem friendly. His real personality will become more present as the story progresses.

•this chapter isn’t proofread either😭

•Scara remembers you, but you can’t remember him. This really sucks for Scara doesn’t it 💀

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Thing Of The Past |Ch.23|

⚠️Warnings: This story contains adult/sexual themes, graphic violence, and harsh language, please read with caution. Some of the plot from bnha/mha had been altered to better fit this story line.

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It was...odd. It always has been. Even after she had gotten use to it eventually, she still felt like this wasn't quite right. For obvious reason number one, she was "dating" one of Japan's most wanted villains. She knew it was wrong, but it wasn't like she was aiding him in his villainous activities. She didn't support it either.

But what was she suppose to do? Sit him down and try to talk him out of being a villain? Tell him what he was doing was wrong? Yeah right. That won't change anything. He knew what he was doing, he knew it was wrong, and he was well prepared to pay the price if it came down to it.

He would not change his ways, he didn't when he started out, and he won't now. And that's how it always has been. She never knew what went on in his head, as he never talked much about himself. No matter how many times she would try and get some answers out of him, it would either end up with him ignoring the questions or it would turn into an argument. So eventually she just gave up.

She told herself that he would open up to her when he was ready but...that never happened.

She was stupid for every thinking it would...

But this is getting of track. Back to how she felt about the entire situation was, again, odd. Deep down, she felt horrible for doing this. She felt horrible for letting herself be charmed by such a person. Because he was a villain, of course. But also, because she felt like she was betraying him...

Him, the one who she had given her heart to so many years ago. They had planned to be together forever, never leaving each others side. But the cruel hands of fate torn the two apart, never to reunite. His death was so sudden...it kept her awake at night, just thinking about how horribly wrong it was. His death never sat right with her, still to this very day, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was just not right about it all.

What exactly happened that night he disappeared will always be left a mystery to her. His own family kept his passing under tight wraps, the public eye was persistent. The Todoroki family only saw fit to keep his death as simple, and as private as possible. Even though, his death was far from simple...

Was he murdered? Perhaps kidnapped? Or was he still out there, hiding from...well, something. Of all possibilities, she hoped that he was still alive somewhere, but as the years went by, her hope slowly faded into nothingness.

Todoroki Touya...was dead...

His warmth died with him, and was replaced by a suffocating heat that she could no longer recognize. The heat that filled the emptiness left by Touya, belong to Dabi. His heat was too intense for her, and yet she kept clinging onto it. If this was the only way to keep her from falling deeper into that pit, then so be it...

But she would soon come to regret that decision...

Dabi was not Touya. He had no warmth in his heart, but rather, an unforgiving fire that burned from the inside out. It consumed his very soul, until there was nothing left but hatred and rage. He was like a spider's web, she was unable to escape his flame. She hated it, and she loved it all the same. His fire, was welcoming as well as it was terrifying.

He had her right where he wanted her, but like herself, he soon came to regret it. His mind was so clouded with the idea of keeping her close to him, all to himself, that he ended up chasing her away.  But like the fire that burned within him, he would not let her go so easily.

She was his...and he was hers...

That is how it always has been...and always will be...

In darkness, it was hard to keep herself conscious. But if she listened carefully enough, she could hear what was around her. Yelling. It was faint, but it was yelling none the less. Then there was voices, she could tell who they belong to or what they were saying, but she could hear the muffled exchanges of words. The voices became more and more distant until she was met with the same silence as before.

Where was she? What had happened for her to suddenly become deaf and blind to the world? Wherever she was, she felt as if she were floating. Was she dying? Was this to be her last moments?

'No...that man...he did this...'

Struggling, she remembered the small blue marble that appeared in front of her before everything went black.

'He was...told to do this...to capture me...'

But where was she? That she still didn't know. With the last few moments of consciousness, she uttered the words:

"Help me...Touya..."

Dabi arrived on the scene just in time for Hakai's breakdown. He had lost the person that could heal him, and now, he was out for blood. "The fuck is going?" Dabi muttered before picking up his speed. Just ahead he could see Hakai giving chase to Mr. Compress, the league right behind him. Then he heard it.

"Give me back that woman!" Hakai yelled.

"Woman?...Y/n!?" Dabi exclaimed. Mr. Compress had Y/n? Why!? Whatever the reason, he was about to find out. He called out to the League, Toga was the first to hear him. "Dabi!" She cried out, making the others turn to him. Shigaraki, taking the breif moment to be releaved, turned to Spinner and Twice. "Go after him. We'll catch up." Spinner and Twice both nod before running ahead.

Toga ran to Dabi, hugging him tightly as tears fell from her cheeks. "You're alive!" Dabi couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Yeah." He placed a gentle hand on her head. "For the time being." His smile dropped when Shigaraki approached. "Would have really thought less of you, if you really were killed by that punk." He tells him.

"Shigaraki." Dabi began. "Hakai, he had a woman with him didn't he?" He asked. "It was her." Toga said before Shigaraki. "That woman you like so much." She grinned. "Apparently. She's the one who brought you back from the dead." Added Shigaraki. "Is that true?" Dabi nods. "I would have died if not for her. That's why...I have to save her. This isn't about her being my weakness or whatever. I can set that aside for right now. All I care about, is saving Y/n, and killing that bastard. Is that ok with you?" Whether it was or wasn't ok with Shigaraki, Dabi would have Y/n back in arms again.

"I could care less about the woman. But I do want Hakai dead. So do what you want, as long as I get his head on a stick after all this shits over with."

Dabi smirked. "Then let's get it done."

"What about him?" Toga points to an unconscious Hawks. Dabi glared at Hawks, silently cursing him for not getting Y/n out of here quicker. His face soften once an idea struck him.

Meanwhile, Twice was cloning himself over and over trying to catch up and stop Hakai from attacking Mr. Compress. And again after again, Hakai destroyed the clones. He was set on getting Y/n back before death caught him with him. And it would soon, if he didn't hurry. Mr. Compress, ignored the sting in his legs and chest from how hard he ran. Suddenly, Shigaraki's voice filled his ear where the earpiece set.

"Compress...drop the woman. She's of no importance over you."

"Are you certain?" Mr. Compress asks.

"Yes. Drop her and come back."

"Roger." Mr. Compress held up the marble that held Y/n and released it. Y/n flinched as the light of day returned to her. "There you are!" Y/n gasped as she saw Hakai reaching out for her. A shadow overhead the two, made Y/n look up.

Flying down at full speed, sword in hand, was Hawks. He sliced at Hakai, making a diagonal cut along his chest, he stumbled back clutching at the wound. Hawks turned to Y/n and lifts her up before taking off into the sky again. "Keigo! You're ok!" Y/n smiles brightly. "Where was I just now? It was dark." Hawks looked at her, with an unfamiliar grin. "Compress had you for a bit." Y/n blinked a few times. "Keigo?"

Hawks looked ahead. "Look at that. Someone's waiting for you." Y/n followed his gaze, she gasped at what she saw. Her eyes became blurry with tears, her heart thumped with excitement. She bit down on her lip to repress the name she wanted so desperately to yell out. Hawks flew down and set her down on her feet.

"Dabi..." She said breathlessly. Dabi turned to her with a grin. "Miss me?" Without missing a beat, she ran up to him and hugged him, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed. Dabi ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. "I know...I missed you too." He said softly. Oh how her wanted himself and her to leave, just so they could be alone. But there was something more important going on right now. Hakai was still on the loose. Y/n pulled back, looking up at him.

"You jerk...lying to me like that..." She whispered. ""How could you just...After all this time, you were alive..."" She trailed off, unable to find the words. Dabi brushed the side of her face. "Y/n. I promise you, when this is all over, I'll tell you everything you want to know. But for right now, Hakai is still after you." Y/n leaned into his touch. "I know..." Something out of the corner of her eye made her turn her head.

Hawks, was still on the ground. "But-" She turned back to the Hawks that was just carrying her. "What!?" She looked back to Dabi, who chuckled. "Ok Toga, you've had your fun." He tells her. "Hawks" from slowly began to melt into sludge, making Y/n flinch in disgust. It continued to melt before Toga's body was revealed from underneath. "The real one wasn't being too useful, so I decided to save you instead." She says, brushing off the sludge from her arms.

"You uh...You'll explain that too right?" Y/n glances at Dabi. "More importantly, is Keigo still alive?" She asks. "Yeah, unfortunately bird brain will live to see another day." Dabi muttered. "But, I guess I do have him to thank for saving you. Then I'm gonna kick his ass for letting you get captured again."

"Enough with the sappy reunion already." Shigaraki speaks up, making Y/n hold onto Dabi tighter than she previously was. "If you hadn't noticed. Hakai is still alive, no doubt on his way to take that woman back with him."

"He won't get the chance. I'll kill before that happens." Said Dabi sharply. "I wanna take a few good stabs at him too. Make him pay for trying killing you." Said Toga. The three all turned just in time to see Hakai approaching. Red sparks of lighting shot from him, blood still dripping from his lips. His figure was slumped over from exhaustion and pain.

He was at his limit, while the league had just began. They could win this fight, they weren't Japan's most dangerous villain group for nothing damn it. Hakai was going down, they would make sure of that.

"Y/n." Dabi turned to her. "Hurry and get out of here. Take birdbrain with you." Dabi kissed her forehead softly, he didn't want to let her go. Just like before, he wasn't sure he be able to recover from this fight. But he would fight until he was on the brink of death, all for Y/n. "I'll come back for you. I promise."

Y/n gave his hand a tight reassuring squeeze. "Ok. I'll be waiting." Y/n hurried to Hawk's side.

Dabi, Shigaraki, and Toga readied themselves for what would come next.

"Bring it on, motherfuckers." Hakai rasped.

And just like that, it began...

Kaedehara Kazuha ; Moonlight Breeze

— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.

⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢

┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.

◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇

The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior

◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇

Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇

This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.

◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.

Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.

There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).

◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.

◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇

This is a super casual project.

Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.

Novel format without narration (full dialogs).

There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.

There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.

Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.

Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.

Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.

I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇

No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.

I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!

◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇

hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace

⟐ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 🄸 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 🄸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⟐

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𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳

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