Baji Is Pretty But Gross IK That Man Has A Million Icks

Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister

(some of) Lee and Chrome route pics from BOE(Ballad of Eden)!!

I finally found someone who write for pgr :D and this is so good sgsjshwhwhw

Hi. :) Your writing is divine and I would be honored if you fulfilled even one of my requests. Please bestow upon me an emotionally broken, male PGR MC being comforted by Kamui and/or Lee after a long, hard day. Also Kamui and/or Lee going to male Skk needing comfort after anti-Construct discrimination. Or male Skk worrying about his gender while being in love with Kamui, Lee or Chrome.

Courtney! Thank you for the ask! (And for your kind words ❤️)

So, this is actually part 1 of your ask, because I have so many ideas and no time to write them all haha. It's Lee being confronted with anti-Construct discrimination and having an emotionally charged exchange with the Commandant after. I know you requested a male SKK, but I couldn't find a way to bring it up organically so the SKK is written as gender-neutral (I hope that's okay 😣). I wanted the focus of this piece to be a dance between Lee and SKK, a tension that goes unresolved and the comfort that can be found in that liminal space. It ended up being quite long (2.1k), which is why it took a while for me to finish.

Part 2 will feature an emotionally fragile male SKK getting anxious about their gender and feelings towards Kamui when getting comforted physically. I'm not sure when it'll be out since I write best when inspiration strikes, but I hope you'll bear with me until it does!

Okay, enough blabbering that nobody cares about. Go Lee!

Liminal Space   //     LEE

All done. Lee stood and stretched. The workshop was empty at this hour, nobody to keep him company but white lights and crystalline silence. He liked it. There was a certain sense of clarity in this kind of solitude, like the universe was revealing her tender secrets just for him. The night breathed while the world slept, and Lee loved the quiet of his own thoughts.

He’d just finished developing an inver-device for his robots. The complexity of such technology had been beyond his understanding for a long time, but he’d studied it and he’d figured it out. There was pride to take in such human things, he thought. The simplicity of learning.

He put the little bot in his pocket and made his way down the brightly lit corridors. Even at this hour, Babylonia dreamt in working colours. Offices blazed with golden light. Labs leaked blues and greens as Constructs underwent maintenance or emergency surgery. There was no true rest here, not in this place cradled by starlight.

He’d almost arrived at his room when a harsh voice tore through the veiled silence. “Hey. You.”

Lee stopped, but didn’t turn around. A midnight confrontation usually went one of two ways. He highly doubted it was going to be the pleasant one. “Something to say?” he asked coolly.

“Yeah, in fact, I do.” The vitriol in the man’s voice was clear. His footsteps drew close. “We don’t need you filthy things. Humanity can fight its own war. You bloody robots can eat shit.” A hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Once we reclaim the earth, there’ll be no place for things like you.”

“If you say so,” Lee said, reaching up to brush the man’s clammy fingers from his shirt. “Now if you’ll excuse me--” An arm shoved him roughly against the wall. The man was stocky, with bloodshot eyes sunk deep in his lined face. His breath stank of alcohol. “No,” he slurred in Lee’s face. “I don’t think I will. What’re you gonna do about it, filth?”

Lee wanted very much to put his knee between the man’s legs. How easy it would be to overpower this pathetic drunk, to give him a dangerous awareness of the fragility of human flesh. But the consequences of such behaviour were simply unacceptable. He schooled his features into neutrality, blue eyes like chips of ice. “I’m not going to do anything,” he said. “You’re not worth my time.”

The man’s face twisted with rage. He slammed Lee’s head against the wall with enough force to rattle his teeth. His vision glitched. “Fuck you,” the man hissed, spittle flying like bullets. “You’re an abomination.”

“Maybe,” Lee admitted. “But I’m still better than you.”

A wad of spit landed on his cheek, wet and sour and foul. “Fuck you,” the stranger said again. Then the anger seemed to drain from him, replaced by an intense disdain Lee reciprocated. He spat once more in Lee’s face before releasing him. “If the earth is going to be populated by freaks like you,” he said. “Then we might as well let the bloody Punishing have it.” He sauntered down the hall, swaying as though he walked on invisible waves.

Prick, Lee thought. He watched the man disappear around a corner before scrubbing a sleeve across his cheek. The wetness smeared across his face, like an oil slick across water. He cringed. Disgusting.

Straightening his jacket, he made his way down the corridor. His mood had soured considerably, all the more because the man had something vaguely resembling a point. He’d never permitted himself to dwell on it, and there had never really been the time nor space, but the truth was that Earth was for humanity. It always had been, and it always would be. People like him were needed now, but one day, under blue skies and birdsong, they would no longer be necessary. Just remnants of a time rather forgotten.

He paused outside your room. Soft golden light peeked out from under the door, like an invitation he didn’t know how to accept. What am I doing here?

The door slid open soundlessly. “Lee?”

Suddenly, you stood before him, all messy hair and tired eyes. You looked exhausted, but somehow still radiant, like a fire blazed just out of sight. No matter how dim, it never went out. Lee stuttered. “H-How did you know I was here?”

“I sensed fluctuations in your M.I.N.D,” you said, flashing a small smile. “And I recognise your footsteps.” Lee flushed, but said nothing. He couldn’t seem to meet your eyes.

“I should--”

You cut him off with a sweeping gesture. “Come in. I need some distraction from all this paperwork, anyway.” You didn’t wait for him to accept. Stepping aside, you poured yourself another cup of coffee and took a sip. “Can’t live without this stuff,” you said, grimacing at the bitter taste. “Though I really wish I could.”

Lee sighed. The door clicked shut softly behind him. He looked different in the warm glow of your lamp, all his hard edges blurred into something tender and vulnerable. “You really should take better care of your health, Commandant,” he said, snatching the cup neatly from your fingers. “Starting with going to bed at a reasonable time.”

You laughed. “You’re one to talk, Lee. Constructs need sleep too, you know?”

“Not as much as you.” He sniffed the confiscated coffee. “This smells terrible.”

“It’s not that bad. Does the job.”

“A job that shouldn’t need doing,” he scoffed, tipping the brown liquid down the drain. You studied him, noting the way he seemed to move just a little too stiffly, a little too absently. Lee was meticulous about everything, living his life with the precision of a needle. His M.I.N.D. was like a lake, a glassy mirror to the sky and stars, the world’s beauty reflected back to her heavenly eyes. Quiet and calm, tranquil. Two fluctuations within half an hour certainly wasn’t the norm.

“What happened?” you asked after a time, when the silence between you had grown heavy. He bristled. “Nothing.”

“Lee.”

His words came slowly, like they were dug from some secret grave where they’d been left to die. You waited patiently. His words were rare. To know his thoughts was a treasure beyond worth. “I ran into someone unpleasant outside the workshop,” he said finally. “They attacked me.”

Anger flared to life within you. “Who?” you growled, trying to calm the animal urge to fight, to protect. Lee didn’t look at you. “It doesn’t matter,” he said firmly. “I diffused the situation.”

“Then why are you so upset,” you demanded. “Nobody can hurt you, so what did they say?” He fell silent once more. You forced yourself to still, to be a confidant instead of a bully. There was no forcing Lee; he would tell you or he wouldn’t. When he spoke again, there was a bitterness in his voice that was heartbreaking.

“The Earth isn’t meant for people like me, Commandant,” he said. “We’re fighting to return it to its rightful owners. People like you.”

“Is that what they told you?” you asked, fighting to keep the emotion from your tone. “The Earth belongs to all of us. Including you.”

He smiled ruefully. “Always an optimist. But you’re wrong. Us Constructs know nothing but war. We were built for it, after all. When Earth comes back to us, it’ll need kinder hands to guide it. To heal it.”

You’d heard enough. You strode up to him and unwound his crossed arms. His eyes widened, those beautiful eyes bluer than the ocean and just as deep. “These hands are kind,” you said, turning his palms up to the sky. “These hands build robots. These hands protect me.” You brushed a thumb over his skin. “These hands protected Murray. So tell me, how are you not fit to heal the Earth?”

His breath caught, just slightly. Your name drifted from his lips like forbidden fruit, caught somewhere between meaning and insignificance. “It’s not the container, but what’s in it,” you continued, staring at his metallic right hand. The black steel was dull in the gloom, chipped paint and scuff marks marred the smooth surface. Proof of a life lived in danger, of a selfless devotion to the terrible war. You laced your fingers through his. “A body built for war isn’t the same as a soul made for one. A hand that kills isn’t the same as a heart that’s cruel. I don’t care what anybody says, if reclaiming the Earth means abandoning the people who fought for it, then let the Punishing have that damned rock.” You were painfully aware of the space between you, a distance that seemed to shrink but never close. “The future I fight for,” you finished quietly. “Is one with you in it.”

Lee was silent. Your fingers between his were like a brand upon his soul. He didn’t know what to say. All his words felt awkward, like the clumsy tatters of a dream. They stuck in his throat, choking him, but there was so much he wanted to say. So much he wanted to show you.

You moved to pull away. Don’t leave. Without thought, he tugged with his robotic hand, pulling you into an embrace that was at once desperate and tender. He held you against him, strong arms wrapped around your shoulders as though he couldn’t bear to let you go. “I was more upset than I realised,” he said softly, breath warm against the shell of your ear. “Thank you, Commandant.”

“Of course,” you said, pressing yourself just a little closer to him. “Anything for you, Lee.”

You stayed like that a while, and it was like the whole world paused. Just you and Lee suspended in a moment protected by the very night itself. You breathed in his scent, clean air on an ocean breeze, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. The warmth of another body, the press of skin on skin. You hadn’t realised how much you’d needed it.

When the moment broke, Lee’s cheeks were flushed. He pulled away. “S-Sorry,” he said awkwardly, as if all the embarrassment of the past few minutes was hitting him all at once.

You laughed, perhaps a little too sharply. A little too breathlessly. “Nothing to apologise for,” you said. “I think we both needed that.”

You cleared your throat. Something had happened, something that lingered in the air still. You could almost reach out and touch it, if only you dared. But you let it fade, felt it disappear from the air as if it had never been there at all.

Because you weren’t ready. And neither was Lee. Perhaps one day, you thought with some regret. But not today.

Sighing, you moved back to your desk and leaned against it. Picking up a file, you scanned it absently before tossing it back down. You quirked a smile at Lee. “Do you want to stay awhile?” you asked, gesturing to the pile of reports on your desk. “Plenty of riveting work to be done.”

Lee snorted. “As if I don’t have better things to do.”

“Do you?” You sat down. Here you both were again, back in familiar waters. A push, a pull, a constant tug-of-war. Never a winner, just the eternal game. It was both a comfort and a curse.

Lee grabbed a stack of papers and settled on the couch. “No,” he said. “Not tonight.”

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You rubbed a hand over your face. Some hours had passed since you’d invited Lee to stay. Though he didn’t look any worse for wear, you were quickly losing steam. Your mind had long lost its focus for reports. Instead, you studied Lee’s face in the gloom, admiring the perfect symmetry of his features. He was so beautiful.

You shifted on the couch. You’d migrated here a while ago with a blanket thrown over your outstretched legs. Your bare foot rested against Lee’s thigh, though neither of you acknowledged it. Sighing, you tossed the report to the ground. Your vision was so bleary you could barely make out the words anymore. Only one question drifted in your mind, still coherent after the delirium of six cups of coffee and no sleep.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” you whispered in the semi-darkness. “Why did you let some asshole attack you?”

Lee didn’t look at you. He was silent for so long you didn’t think he’d answer at all. “Because,” he said finally. “I didn’t want you to get into trouble, Commandant. Misconduct from me reflects poorly on you. I’m not going to disgrace you.”

You chuckled. “I think I would have been rather proud.”

“That’s because you’re reckless,” he said dryly.

“Guilty as charged.”

Several long moments passed. Your eyes drifted shut. “Sleep,” Lee said. “I’ll finish up.”

You were already half gone, free-falling towards an ocean as black as night.

You could have sworn something soft brushed against your temple.

But perhaps it was just a dream.

BRSOOH HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITINGNGGNNGNGNNGGN WAHHH NOT FAIRRRRR #sobbing and crying anywasy how have u been

ME GOOD AT WRITINF?! NO, SINCE WHEN WERE I GOOD IN WRITING ☹ but bro you did good at writing too so no crying here, no crying allowed 😊

(Anw yes im doing good, currently having my after exam holiday 😍, kind of worried abt my grade too sadly...)

Here are some of the animated gifs Santa Monica Studios have been putting out for God of War: Ragnarök

Sorry for the quality, tumblr only allows for 10MB gifs & these are quick & dirty rips straight from twitter which were already not great quality to start.

I'm assuming these are made to be used, so go right ahead & save & use however you like

Animator credits I could find:

Kratos making a heartshape & Kratos swearing about Valkyries by Dennis Pena, aka @/Boltfinger on twitter

Wolf paw slap by Grace Pan, one of the animators

Angrboda making faces by Jack Ebensteiner, aka @/AnimJack on twitter

Sweating Atreus by Kim Nguyen, aka @/KimbaWin on twitter

Thor sliding by Roberto Clemente, a senior combat animator

the scar you left behind

featuring — hanemiya kazutora

genre — hurt to comfort

author's note — this one had been screaming at me for attention for the past few weeks ever since @qtsickchiq mentioned the idea to me, and kazutora had been haunting my mind help-

kazutora thought that he could die from the pressure. outside of the pet shop he's working in with chifuyu who had called sick that day, the rain was pouring down like there's no tomorrow. the heater was working fine, he's sure, but he felt his hands freezing. as he worked in silent, desperately trying to focus on restocking the items in front of him, he cant deny the screaming need to talk to you.

unfortunately, he didnt have the courage. not enough at least. you used to be his best friend, you probably would have been more than that if kazutora didnt abandon you one day without any explanation. you've been through a lot together, being there when life left sickeningly unfair for him. to this day, he regretted for breaking his promise to be with your forever. through its a little too late for that.

a few months ago, you had reappeared in his life when chifuyu had asked him to pass a pre-ordered items to a customer for him, not knowing its you. when he first laid his eyes on you, the evening sunlight had given you such an ethereal glow that he cant help but be mesmerised by your beauty. though he couldnt miss your eyes that used to radiate so much love for him gone cold as the warmth diminished.

kazutora's heart broke to the memory. he must have opened up old wound for the both of you for not being thoughtful enough to actually check who the customer his friend was talking about was. he wished he had treated you better, in the past and present, but as he heard you winced when the thunder boomed outside, he hesitated. he didnt want to cross the boundary and make you feel uncomfortable when all you wished for was a temporary shelter from the weather before you could continue on your way home.

a particularly loud one exploded outside and you let out a muffled scream. before kazutora realised, his body had moved towards you. suddenly, he's kneeling in front of you, his face contoured with concern. 'it's fine, i'm here', he assured you, though regretted it as he saw you looked sadder than before. 'tor-', you covered your mouth before you could complete what you're saying.

kazutora was taken aback. not by the gesture, but by the fact that you almost called him with the nickname you had given him long ago when you were still together. 'yes?', he responded out of adrenaline before he could stop himself. the deafening silence that followed, along with the tension of finally confronting his past for closure was almost unbearable for him, but he brazened himself.

'its nothing. i'm sorry to bother you with your work', you said after collecting your wit. without looking at him, you reluctantly stood up to leave. but kazutora held your wrist, not letting you go just yet, 'wait, please tell me what you wanted to say earlier'. he saw you balled your fist, your hand trembling in his grip. 'selfish, arent you now?', your voice was so low that he would have missed it if he didnt pay full attention towards you.

panicking, kazutora let go of your hand and apologised, 'i didnt mean it that way-', something snapped in you that you turned and faced him with the anger, sadness and regret you've bottled up for so long, cutting him off, 'why'd you care what i think now? you never care to know when you left before'. kazutora was speechless. he had never seen you this furious.

his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. he knew he's the cause of your pain, 'y/n, i know what i did was unforgiveable, and you deserve to feel all this, but please hear me out-', once again, you didnt allow him to finish because of your tangled up emotion. 'yes, i do! you left without even explaining yourself, expecting me to accept it. do you ever stop and consider how hopeless you made me feel? i waited for you for years. i thought you trusted me', your voice broke so much that it became hard to utter any more words at all.

instantly, you're a mess of tears. as you hide your crying face with the sleeves of your hoodie, you felt yourself being embraced. kazutora was hesitant at first, but seeing that you're not pushing him away, he tightened his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. 'confine in me, tora. you dont have to be alone,' you said in between hiccups, and his eyes became misty with emotion.

kazutora kept you close to him the whole time you cried your eyes out. he didnt even try to stop his own tears from spilling as he swayed you gently to calm you down while patting your head the way he knew you like it. when you've quieted down to a sniffle, he said to your ear with the most soothing voice he could muster in his own emotional state, 'i'm sorry. even after all this time, i still couldnt do anything right'.

he fell you shaking your head and buried your face deeper into his chest, 'dont leave again, please. i dont care if you mess up. i want to be there with you'. kazutora felt a familiar fuzzy feeling deep in him because of your heartfelt request. looking at your glassy eyes, he saw the love that he thought had lost returning. as his forehead touched yours, he let the three words he had always wanted to say to you leave his lips before yours met his halfway, 'i love you'.

The price of love

Pairing: Childe x reader(?)

CW: violence, blood, broken bones, unhealthy relationships and mental illness

Synopsis: Childe loves it when you’re angry. There’s nothing better than being beneath you and taking it.

Note: THIS CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. THIS IS DARK CONTENT. I just like this idea. Also not proof read bc I’m too impatient to post.

The deep crack that resonated in the empty room did not phase you. In fact, it didn’t phase Childe either, despite feeling how his nose had broken under your fist. Had it not been for his left eye being swollen shut, he might have been able to see how the blood spewed from his fresh wound. How beautiful it looked while it landed on your skin and seemed to make you even angrier. The simple image had him smiling, but maybe that was simply him going a bit delirious.

“The fuck are you smiling at?” You grumbled, ceasing your attacks, much to his displeasure. Childe felt the beginning of a whine build up in his throat. He was ready to complain and ask (read: beg) you to keep going, before he felt your hands wrap around his throat. “I asked you a fucking question, Tartaglia. Are you not gonna answer?”

You knew damn well how hard it would be for him to reply when you were currently cutting his air supply, and he loved it. His smile widened while his eyes closed (well, only the right one could open and close). In a state of euphoria, Childe could barely remember the fact that you’d possibly choke him to death if he didn’t answer. To be honest, it was the last of his problems.

Because what could possibly be more heavenly than watching you put him back into his place? Than to have you look down at him with those eyes; those eyes with burning fury. Any other man wouldn’t be able to stand it. Any other man would have tried to fight back (in vain). But not Childe. He was smart enough to know this was the epitome of emotion. The climax of your love for him, and his for you. Because time and time again, you’d choose him to bear witness to the feelings you usually bottle up until they explode. Nothing in this world could ever come close to the intimacy this moment held for him.

“I love you.” It came out extremely strained. In fact, if you hadn’t been looking at his mouth when he said it, you probably wouldn’t have understood it at all. Childe’s smile was still spread on his lip, his right eye filled with mirth as he looked at you, practically begging you for more. Something twisted in your stomach; some vile version of affection for the man who would so easily cast his pride aside so that you could take your emotions out of him. And he usually took it so well, too. You almost felt proud of him. And maybe you’d have told him, had your anger not taken such a strong hold of you.

Your fist rose again and Childe’s stomach did flips when he noticed. His expression became a close-lipped smile when he braced himself for impact. This time, he swore you broke his cheekbone.

He loves you so much.

rating: suggestive cw: sexual tension, badly written includes: gn! reader, fatui harbinger! reader, like stated above- you and diluc have a lot of sexual tension, diluc definitely wears a mask while in his dark night hero persona, you have a geo vision, you're also kinda stronggg (you can imagine how strong), reader likes degrading people and by people i mean diluc summary: you encounter diluc one night, and a fight ensues. while you're fighting, you can't help but tease the dark night hero a bit... y'know, just to rile him up~

the sounds of metal clashing together filled the night air, mixed in with hurried footsteps and pants. you and diluc had been engaged in a fight for the past few minutes now, and neither of you showed signs of slowing down.

“give it up, fatui.” diluc growled. his dark night hero mask was long gone, which was a shame as you had found it rather charming. he swung his claymore at you, but you reacted quickly and dodged.

“now, why would i do something like that?” you readied your sword, taking up a stance that you hoped would provoke the young man. he was smart, however, knowing not to get any closer to you lest he risk his life. you began to walk to your left, and diluc followed after, causing you to begin walking in a large circle- something you had seen a fellow harbinger do in battle.

you swung your sword in your hand, admiring the expensive looking detailing before suddenly dashing forward. diluc’s eyes widened for a split second, as he was caught off guard by your sudden dash. swinging his claymore up, he managed to block your sword- just an inch shy from his pretty face.

your eyes scanned over him. you took note of the sweat rolling down his forehead, and his fiery red eyes bore into yours. your gaze began to wander over his weapon, which was a gorgeous black and red claymore which suited his attire perfectly. “why don’t you give up instead?”

diluc scoffed. he began to push into your weapon a bit more, but you stood your ground. “as if i’d submit to the likes of you.”

you let out a giggle, moving your sword away from him and ducking so you could avoid his claymore. backing up once again, you threw the sword to the side. diluc then took this time to analyze you. you were confident, and your fighting style showed that you were very experienced. 'as expected of a harbinger.' diluc thought.

as much as he hated to admit it, you were quite... attractive. your harbinger uniform and geo vision on your waist suited you perfectly, and your aura of confidence sent off the message that you knew exactly what you (and him, based on your smirk) were doing.

diluc averted his eyes. now wasn't the time to check people out. he had something to do. the dark night hero got into a defensive stance, holding his claymore in front of him as if it were a shield. "we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." diluc spoke calmly, hiding the tiredness in his voice from all the fighting.

he watched as you sighed softly, brushing your hands against each other. bits of dirt fell from your gloves, but diluc didn't think anything of it at the moment. "which shall i choose, hmm..." you looked up, staring at the stars from between the leaves of the cedar trees. from a distance, and if they didn't take a close look at your attire- one would assume that you were just an attractive traveler.

"most would choose the easy way, but the hard way is much more entertaining!" suddenly, a gold like dust flew in front of his face, and diluc found himself spluttering and dropping his weapon as he struggled to brush the dirt off of his face. a pair of hands grabbed at his wrists, and before he knew it, he was pinned up against a tree with a dagger at his throat.

the two of you sat in silence for a few seconds. you could tell that diluc was trying to comprehend what had just happened, and you took the chance to tighten your grip on his hands that were now above his head. 'a rather compromising position,' you thought. 'imagine if someone were to stumble upon you two.'

as you were thinking, you began to notice a soft pink blush forming on diluc's cheeks. how cute...

he began to struggle against you, but you held the dagger tighter to his throat, causing him to inhale sharply and cease resistance. "looks like i win, dark night hero... or should i say, diluc?" the sight of his eyes widening was too much for you to handle, and you found yourself laughing out loud at his expression. "how- how did you?-"

"i have my ways." you smiled, removing the knife from his throat and sheathing it into its designated spot on your belt. once freed from the threat of his throat being cut, diluc began to struggle again- but he quickly found that he could barely move. he noticed that the heat on his face was increasing, and his efforts increased as well, but he still couldn't move his arms more than an inch away from the tree.

"oh diluc, sweet, strong diluc..." you sang slightly in a soft voice, leaning in close to his face. he found himself squeezing his eyes shut, turning his face away from yours. a strange, yet concerningly familiar feeling began to swirl in his chest, and that only caused him to struggle more. perhaps he could kick you, or collapse so that all of his weight was suddenly thrust onto you?

diluc tried pulling his wrists apart, but that was met with your arm squeezing tighter. he began to pant from his efforts, curses leaving his mouth as he was becoming very aware of the amused look on your face. "l-let me go!..." you laughed, and diluc felt his face getting hotter once more.

"you're a man who can swing a claymore with one arm, mister diluc." you teased, your fingers grazing his cheek and neck. your captive held back a groan. "i was sure that you'd easily be able to overpower me, but... it seems i overestimated you~"

you leaned in more, stopping at just the right spot so that your lips were next to his ear. "or perhaps you're enjoying this?" all of a sudden, diluc's struggling stopped, and he let out a strangled gasp. he- he couldn't be... enjoying it, right? he was trying his absolute hardest to get away... right?

"i saw you checking me out," you whispered, as it was only something meant for him to hear. "and i'll admit, i'm a bit interested in you as well." a hand dragged up his thigh, and diluc found himself biting his lip and struggling to keep his moan in. it was hot- too hot, and the thick jacket he wore definitely wasn't helping.

you slipped something into his pants pocket, but let your finger linger inside, resting against the thin inner material that made up the pocket of the pants. just so you could be a bit closer to him as you spoke. as if you weren't close enough.

"tell you what," you absentmindedly began to draw circles into the thin material, and to an extent, diluc's thigh. you listened in amusement as he began to pant softly, squirming against your light touches. strange how this was the man who, not even a few minutes ago, tried to kill you. "i left a card in your pocket. if you meet me at that place next week, i'll give you a little... present. how does that sound?"

diluc nodded quickly, still squirming against you. you breathed out a small noise of affirmation before finally letting go of the man, causing him to let out a small whimper that affected you a little more than you'd like to admit.

you gave diluc a genuine smile as he looked at you, and the look in his eyes reminded you of something you wanted to do the second you saw him for the first time. "here's something to look forward to." before diluc could question it, he felt a pair of lips press against his. and they were gone in a split second.

"see you around!" with a quick wave you ran into the forest, and diluc was left staring after you with a longing feeling in his chest. he let out a long sigh, covering his face with his hands as he slowly slid down the tree he was just pinned against.

the uncomfortable feeling of a thick card in his pocket and a tight feeling in his pants made him groan out loud, and his face became hotter once more.

goodness, this was going to be a long wait.

diluc autocorrected into silicone or folic sometimes from my mistypings when i was writing this on my phone

edit: i also could have sworn that i scheduled this for the 17th and not today but oh well

keep living

featuring — hanemiya kazutora

genre — fluff

author’s note — yes, i’m totally late for the party and its not even fashionable in any way. but i still want to celebrate it because hanemiya kazutora deserves the world. (@walhalla i’m gonna need a spare brain, mine is still fried)

there are times when you’d notice your boyfriend spacing out. considering how overwhelming his life has been, kazutora cant help but feel lost sometimes, in life and thought. so when he leaves your shared bed in the middle of the night for a long ride, you dont question his action at all. you’d wait for his return, fully aware of his search for a sense of peace you’re unable to provide.

one of the times when his aimless wanders would go further than any others is the night before his birthday. you’ve been together for years, but on every morning of 16th july, you’d find his side of the bed cold, as if he’d never been there at all. he’d then come home with a fake smile plastered on his face, and your heart broke into pieces.

when the next 15th july rolled around, you prepared yourself yet again. except it didnt happen like you’ve expected. that night, kazutora held your hand in his slightly trembling one, eyes dancing with a mixture of emotion, ‘come with me?’. you didnt even bother to change out of your night dress.

and as the memory of the wind howling alongside blinding headlights, roads and sceneries gradually became unfamiliar and fast beating of your boyfriend’s heart underneath your embrace burned to your mind, you felt like you’ve entered a fragment of his world that he had kept hidden away.

'we’re here’, he said as you scanned the unknown land. the 'here’ in front of you presented itself in the form of a vast grassy field on a cliff overlooking the sea. the stars above accompanied your long, silent night of waiting. and if he didnt caress your fingers with his callous ones, you’d thought that he had forgotten that you’re there at all. before long, the world faded away as you drown in the sound of his heartbeat next to your ear.

morning greeted you with feathery kisses by the salty breeze and warmth of your boyfriend’s jacket that had shielded you from the chill of the previous night. 'good morning’, you sat up, expecting nothing in return. only to feel his lips connected to yours in a long, delicate kiss, it left you breathless.

'another year for me to live’, kazutora sighed softly, a familiar emptiness in his eyes. a silent 'another year i dont deserve’ left unuttered. caressing your fingers for a few moments, he continued, 'i’m sorry i made you wait for so long. i-’. you captured his lips in a desperate kiss, wanting him to stop thinking, needed him to.

'i’ll wait for you forever. as long as you need, i’ll be there for you’. your eyes met his in a pool of tears. 'so dont ever apologize!’, your voice broke, and his own tears that he had been holding back spilled down his cheeks in a steady, unstoppable flow.

'is it really okay for me to keep living?’. instantly, he’s in a tight embrace you’ve pulled him into, whispering, 'more than okay’. you kept holding him close as he wailed his heart out until he’s reduced to a delicate, sniffling mess.

on your laps, his eyes were puffy from crying for too long, dried tears on his red cheeks. but there’s a soft smile on his lips as he gazed up at you. 'you can say it now’.

his smile widened to the sound of your sweet laughter that makes his heart flutter every time. leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, you felt your own heart skipping a beat. 'happy birthday, my love. thank you for being in my life for another year’.

kazutora caressed your chin with his thumb, intertwining your fingers with his in another hand. 'no. thank you for being in my life at all’. connecting your lips with his once again, he’s finally found his peace.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞)

❝ s/o dying in characters arms

character: Childe and Xiao ❞

;  🍫🐶 strikes again, angst for all- I hope this is okay, I haven’t written pure angst in awhile! :D

; 3/27/22

; Angst/Hurt no Comfort

; CW: death (you), blood/injury (nothing too specific), mourning/grief

     𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲 ‘𝗧𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮’

✧ This isn’t actually happening, right? You’re strong, you can handle yourself, and there’s never been a time where he’s not by your side! Well…okay, there was one time…maybe more than one..oh no…No, even still, you can handle yourself, and he was only gone for a week! Just another mission given by the Tsaritsa, haha you’re definitely fine, this is just a prank. Why…aren’t you laughing? Shouldn’t you have gotten up by now, with that classic smile and grin as you declared victory at his stunned face? Come on, get up. (Y/n)? Come on…get up…GET UP!

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