I Finally Found Someone Who Write For Pgr :D And This Is So Good Sgsjshwhwhw

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.

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3 years ago

So true

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xevrq

3 years ago

baji is pretty but gross IK that man has a million icks

i’m finna get disrespectful.

tw: milo getting in baji’s ass.

baji keisuke is one dirty ass person. first of all, i have a feeling he sniffs his boxers to rewear them.. even after a fucking fight.

second, you know when guys get mad to the point they’re swinging at the air? him. ik he’s slipped and busted his ass in the shower and tried to grab onto the water, something, cheeks clenched with a growl leaving his lips bruh

third, he picks at his toenails. sorry not sorry. he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, scrolling through whatever while his other hand is picking at his toes.

finally, his pillow smells. he doesn’t wash his pillowcase and he drools all fucking night long so now he’s sleeping on a germ infested pillow that smells like morning breath.

i love baji though that’s my bae fr

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xevrq

3 years ago

Art Block Kicked My Ass So I Pumped These Out In Spite

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xevrq

3 years ago

having a significant other that is taller than them | ran, sanzu, hakkai

warnings: kissing, hugging, fluff or whatever, cussing, suggestive af because sanzu and ran are freaks, minors dni, hakkai being baby, gender neutral reader, brief mention of a gun.

anon said: “i love ur writing omg, can you do ran, sanzu, hakkai (and whoever else you want) with a s/o who’s taller than them? like 6’4 or sum”

Having A Significant Other That Is Taller Than Them | Ran, Sanzu, Hakkai

— likes it.

— something about you being tall triggers a competitive spirit in him.

— he’s used to being the tallest.

— he doesn’t want that title taken from him but he doesn’t have a choice because you’re taller than him.

— he may or may not purposefully step on your foot from time to time in order to forcefully bring you down to his height.

— low-key envious.

— if you ever crouch down or bend over, he is bound to say something about how he’s taller than you now.

— most likely to pin you down just to get the feeling that he’s above you.

— never EVER lets you bend down to kiss him (it makes him feel like you’re making fun of him or teasing him or something), he insists that you sit down before he kisses you. most likely has you sit and then straddles your lap and only then does he plant one on you.

— he is actually really attracted to the fact that you’re taller than him.

— it’s something about being able to dominate someone taller than him, if you let him dominate you that is.

— if you don’t, he’d pout about it fr.

— let him be the big spoon please.

— please :(

— would probably play it off like he doesn’t care but he most definitely does.

— he just has this strong urge to put you in your place and I guarantee that it’s solely because of your height.

— gets flustered when he has to ask you to reach something for him.

— he’ll only succumb after he has tried him hardest to get whatever it is that he’s reaching for himself.

— sometimes would rather give up than ask you for help.

— gets chills when your hand brushes his hip or waist as you reach over him to get what he needs.

— sooner or later he’s going to make you get everything for him whenever it’s on a higher shelf so that he feels like he has control over you.

— he kind of evolves into a brat when it comes to you.

— wants you to help him with things but also doesn’t want your help because “he can do it himself.”

— be careful about teasing him about how much taller you are than him, it puts him in a mood, if you know what I’m saying. 👀

— keep playing around and he really will put you in your place regardless of height. 👀👀

— he just likes it.

— a slut for those taller than him.

— he kind of likes it when you get things for him too, because he is fairly short or average, I guess?

— (I actually did my calculations and he should be around 5'6" because Muto is 5'9" - 5'10" ish and Sanzu is shorter than him.)

— he finds it extremely attractive that you’re taller.

— especially if the two of you have ever like, play fought. he really likes it when you pin him down.

— once you tackled him out of the way so that he wouldn’t get hurt. he felt so loved and was in such awe.

— he deadass said that he owes you his life even though he most likely could’ve handled the danger himself.

— he is always talking about how hot it is that you’re taller than him, he finds it “sexy.”

— probably says some slick shit about how he’s tired of taking orders from a “shrimp like mikey” and would much rather take orders from you. 😏

— he’s just a freak, honestly.

— especially for you.

— he likes your height very much and he thinks you’re the cutest tbh.

— in public though, he sometimes act as though he isn’t a complete simp for you and your height.

— likes it when you bend a lil’ so that he can reach you.

— might jump into your arms and hook his legs around your hips to get a kiss from time to time.

— and when he does, you better catch him or he’ll complain about it for weeks.

— he’d say, “I don’t understand why you didn’t catch me, (y/n). it couldn’t been that hard,” while pouting.

— might even ask you to pick him up.

— will deadass open his arms at the most random times and ask you to pick him up.

— do it quickly, he can get a bit bratty sometimes.

— loves, loves, LOVES when you’re the big spoon.

— or when you let him sit in your lap, he eats that shit UP.

— he will do anything you ask as long as you pick him up or let him sit in your lap.

— will still act like a badass when sitting in your lap, loading his gun and counting his cash while he leans back into your chest.

— he absolutely loves being in presence.

— loves being in your presence more than he loves poppin’ pills, I mean—😬 nah, I meant what I said lmao.

— likes it a bit too much and won’t admit it.

— mf’er likes to be babied.

— baby him, be the big spoon, let him sit in your lap; he’s too embarrassed to admit it but he loves all that shit.

— absolutely adores your hugs.

— sometimes, he gets quiet and just walks into your arms and buries his face into your chest.

— he is such a kid.

— especially if he’s having a bad day, he comes to you asap and just tackles you into a hug.

— you’d just be chilling like, “hey, hakkai. what’s up?” and then next thing you know, he’s in your arms and just sighing with content because he loves you so much.

— acts like he doesn’t like you babying him, but he most definitely does. baby him more, he just loves it way too much.

— sometimes insists on being the big spoon, or having you sit in his lap instead. he just wants to make sure you’re getting the same love he is.

— doesn’t care if you’re taller, if he says you’re sitting in his lap, then you’re sitting in his lap. period.

— will randomly insist that he’s taller than you, then have both of you stand up and compare heights.

— he just has to make sure sometimes, he kind of wants to be taller than you but really doesn’t mind.

— likes it when you bend down to kiss him but pretends he hates it.

— sometimes steps on your feet to feel a bit taller.

— most definitely asks for piggyback rides every now and then.

— you make him feel safe. he likes you a lot and your height is just another contributing factor.

— mans is in love.

— sometimes wraps his arms around your neck when you lean down to kiss him.

— asks you to kiss him fairly often, but he is practically a blushing mess the entire time.

— please don’t tease him, it takes him a lot of courage to ask.

— “ugh,” his face is bright red. “you already heard what I said! I said... I said I want you to kiss me.”

— he is so embarrassed for no reason lmao. you just make him feel small, in a way. he’s never really felt that before since he’s usually the tallest.

— super tsundere, probably begrudgingly calls you, “stupid” under his breath after getting the kiss he practically begged for.

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xevrq

3 years ago

CHAPTER 223 SPOILERS

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Draken

🕯 Will 🕯

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xevrq

3 years ago

A/N: I’m so mentally ill about him. 80 pulls and his lim hasn’t come home yet pls akito I love you your dinner is getting cold. Once again, this is very self indulgent I just love Akito

*ೃ༄ Waking up with Akito

You could only register two audible sounds as you slowly blinked your eyes open—the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, and the gentle breeze of Akito’s quiet breaths against the nape of your neck.

This was a rare occurrence. On the weekdays, Akito got up early for school, and on the weekends, he got up early to practice for whatever event was upcoming. For these two reasons, whenever he slept over, he’d always leave as soon as he woke up—not without giving you a wordless kiss on the forehead, and pulling the covers up to rest snuggly beneath your chin, of course.

Somehow, by the will of some god, Toya had convinced Akito to take the Saturday off, telling him that even the hardest of workers needed to take rest days every so often. He’d had an event the night prior, and a particularly taxing school day—so to say he was spent would be an understatement. Your poor, exhausted, sleepy boy.

You were roped back into reality as Akito nuzzled himself further into the nape of your neck, strands of whispy ginger hairs tickling your jaw and cheek. You took a deep breath, gently bringing a hand to scratch lightly at his scalp, and bringing the other to rest on the small of his back.

Typically, Akito preferred that you were the one laying on him, but somehow, you woke up like this quite often. You found it amusing—how he always tried his hardest to be cool and stoic, when in actuality, he really was a big baby. It was endearing, as much as it embarrassed him whenever you brought it up.

In an attempt to get more comfortable, you tried your hardest to wriggle your body into a better position without scooting Akito off of you—quickly prompting a huff and a groan.

“Stop moving...”

“You’re awake?”

“I am now.”

You craned your neck to kiss his forehead, mumbling an apology for waking him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, noticing the sun had still yet to rise, as your eyes flickered towards the window. It must’ve been 5 am or earlier.

“Nah, it’s fine.” The ginger sighed, “Why are you even awake this early, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I just randomly woke up.” You yawned, nuzzling your cheek into the crown of his head. “It’s weird that you’re still here, huh?”

He huffed against your skin. “Do you want me to leave?” The boy deadpanned.

You sucked your teeth, your hand stroking his hair slowly. He could be such a shithead when he wanted to be. “Of course not, I’m just saying. I don’t usually get to cuddle you like this in the mornings…”

He chuckled breathily, lazily pecking at the juncture of your neck. “Lucky you, then.”

Akito had a tendency to be more tender than usual in the early morning and late night, his affection at an all time high from 10pm-6am. Perhaps being tired made him clingy—not that you minded whatsoever. It was a welcome habit.

The boy pulled the covers tighter around you both, sighing with content. “I’m goin’ back to sleep,” He muttered against your skin, “It’s not everyday I get a full eight hours.”

“Okay then,” you answered, “Guess I will too.”

Akito leaned upwards to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, scooting closer to you as he rested his head back down once more.

You smiled, embracing his warmth as your arms squeezed him tightly. “I love you.”

Akito shut his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly leaving him. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

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xevrq

3 years ago

childhood best friends to lovers with xiao

ingredients: you have been friends with xiao almost your whole life... but it's the little things that make you realize there's something more.

calories: xiao + gender neutral reader

serving size: modern/highschool au・fluff・hurt/comfort・headcanons・too lazy to do word count rn

how did you guys meet in the first place? it was quite simple, really. it was when you guys were both first graders and the both of your parents were friends! all in all, they brought you over to his place and somehow xiao ended up accidentally throwing a cupcake at your face.

you thought he hated you until he popped up on your doorstep the next day, a single cupcake in his hand. to this day you think it's a pretty funny story and tease xiao for it (he always flicks your forehead and says he wouldn't mind throwing a cupcake at you again)

growing up, everyone usually knew xiao as the quiet boy in class and didn't pay attention to him. you knew him as your best friend with the great spotify playlists and the king of having no sleep. and now you were both in the middle of high school, he still barely got any sleep despite your protests.

it was surprising on how xiao was the one waking you up each day for school, climbing the tree beside your house and knocking loudly on your window. you decided to just leave it unlocked most nights (although once, he woke you up by pouring water on you and you arrived to school with a towel on your head)

days would go by normally. hanging out with xiao, studying with xiao, even having a sleepover with xiao! so when did your heart start to flutter at the sight of him?

was it when he climbed through your window, not in the morning but in the middle of the night? it was when he nudged you awake, telling you about a nightmare he had and apologizing that he woke you up. but you both ended up playing games until sunrise, eventually passing out on the bed with your head on xiao's lap.

or was it when he suddenly stopped walking, delaying the time you would reach some random destination? xiao turned around without a word, bending down and tying your shoelaces for you because it had gotten untied. you definitely remembered him ruffling your hair, telling you to check before you leave the house next time.

or maybe it was when he won that volleyball game! his whole team was cheering but he only smiled when he met you in the school parking lot, a bright expression on your face and you insisting that it was time to celebrate.

but what about that time you were both randomly hanging out at a park playground? a shady guy was around the area and you definitely noticed xiao's hand reaching for yours, pulling you close and convincing you that the other side of the park was much more interesting.

you appreciated xiao. you cared about xiao. you wanted him to be happy. and of course you loved him! you didn't realize that you loved him in a romantic way until your heart dropped at a statement xiao said.

"high school love is a waste of time," xiao scowled, getting annoyed at the amount of people relentlessly pinning for him and suddenly calling him "the hottest in the grade." why were they wasting his time? and being so frustrating?

your heart crushed as you tried to calm him down, telling him to ignore them and that he was right.

was he?

so you kept your feelings to yourself. even when summer came around and it was a hot day, refusing xiao's offer to have his cold drink. you knew he already took a sip and didn't want to seem annoying but he seemed tired of your complaining, eventually shoving (gently!) the straw in your mouth.

the only thing you could think about was that you just shared an indirect kiss with xiao.

despite wanting to confess already, you knew xiao wouldn't waste time on such things and you didn't want to be unfair towards him. even as some girl kept insisting for xiao's number and you instinctively told her that you were his partner, shooing her off and getting a thank you from xiao.

if only it was real.

but it felt real. it felt incredibly real that one day you cried in the rain, the day being extremely overwhelming and you hating it. you let yourself believe that it was real as xiao dropped the umbrella he had in his hand, choosing to hold you in his arms instead and deal with a cold later. you still remember him rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and ignoring anyone who walked by.

and then the final straw happened.

this time, you were the one who crawled through his window late at night. the one who received the 3 AM text saying "i got another one." the one who held xiao in their arms as he broke down in front of you the first time, just so tired of his stupid nightmares that almost felt like reality.

you were upset, just as xiao was when he saw you break down before. most importantly, you felt like the both of you didn't deserve this. xiao didn't deserve getting such horrid nightmares while you didn't deserve him. was it even right for you to be his friend in the first place? were you even worth it? you felt like such a waste of time.

it was ironic of you telling xiao to ignore the voices in his head when you listened to yours. and he knew.

so he cradled your face in his hands, even as tears rolled down his face and made you cry too. you finally listened, not speaking a single word as xiao placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer.

"i love you. so so, much. don't ever forget that."

and you didn't. to this day as you peppered kisses all over xiao's face and he slow danced with you in his room. although you could hardly believe that he confessed first and he liked you as well, you were thankful.

here's to many more days with your beloved. cherish them, all the way to the end.

i think you can tell the message is to appreciate people when you can (unless they suck). ilysm and you are worth it, stay strong and hold on!! idc how cringe i sound right now you deserve beautiful, happy things.

ANYWAYS

tags: @noirkkat, @tiny-aroace, @ben6ett, @abyssheart, @starglitterz, @blisschi, @heavensbeloved, @mystic-helena, @kachuuha, @xmellows, @rim0na, @velionqs, @glazelilyy, @yanbub, @urujiako, @adeptusjade, @zaultar @seerie, @blossomiich, @xiaozuha

bold: i can’t tag you for some reason!

i just KNOW i'm gonna regret posting this tomorrow morning but i need something to post so i hope you enjoyed!!

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3 years ago

Day 1: Broken Promises - Childe

Warnings: Character death ig?

"You--" His eyes were full of hurt and betrayal, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

How had it come to this?

You and Childe had been planning an anniversary for the two years you've been together, and you had to laugh at his childish excitement. But he had just kissed you lightly on the cheek and skipped off. You could almost see the flowers and sparkles he left in his wake.

The both of you had made plans to go to Xinyue Kiosk after he picked you up from work.

Today's commissions were nothing new, just a couple of balloon sabotages, a few requests, and-- oh. There was an emergency, and it required you to defeat a ruin hunter.

You bit your lip, worrying it between your teeth. Was it worth it? You could try and see if Childe had any debts near there... No. You shook your head, slapping your cheeks gently. It wasn't worth it to pull Childe away from his work.

So you set off, leaving that commission for last. The rest of the commissions were easy enough, and you found yourself standing before the ruin hunter's alleged location soon enough.

The place was suspiciously empty, and you walked in slowly, readying your weapon. You just had to paralyze it and rip its core out. A quiet, mechanical whirring reached your ears, and you spun around...

And immediately jumped to the side.

The ruin hunter didn't wait around, launching a series of attacks that you barely deflected or dodged. You were getting fatigued, and the ruin hunter... well, it could hardly get tired, could it?

"Y/N!"

You turned, the voice catching you off guard. The rusty blade cut through your side, igniting an explosion of pain and startling wetness.

"Y/N! Oh shit--"

Dimly, you were aware of Childe falling to his knees beside you. He pulled off his scarf and wadded it up, pressing it against your side.

"Stay with me, Y/N."

A thick, cottony numbness was starting to spread, and you brushed your fingers against your side. It came away red, and you turned away from them, sickened by the sight.

"Y/N, talk to me," Childe pleaded. Water nudged at your side-- Childe's own brand of healing-- and a pleasant warmth spread through you. It poked and prodded and lacked none of the finesse that healers usually possessed, but it was Childe, and that was enough.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but Childe's face melted away, leaving you alone in the ruins.

The ruin hunter clicked methodically, and you swore it was laughing as it raised its blade for the final blow. You smiled sadly, closing your eyes.

Forgive me... Ajax.

---

"Lord Harbinger."

"What is it?" Childe wiped blood away from his face and sent a wave of water rushing down his arms and clothes, rinsing off the worst of the gore. His voice was colder than the snowstorms of Snezhnaya, and he took delight in how the recruit cringed.

"The new recruits are ready for your briefing, sir."

"Take me there."

The click of his boots was deafening against the wooden podium erected in the middle of the snowy forest, and Childe raked his eyes across the crowds of black clad agents, huddled into their winter coats.

"Today, you are inducted under my order. From this day forward, you will honor the oaths you have made to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and you will stop at nothing to bring Snezhnaya to victory." The memorized speech slipped easily from Childe, and he surveyed the visions glinting in the dull Snezhnayan winter light.

"You shall sweep through this land like the icy winds of the furthest north, as strong as the hoarfrost of Zapolyarny Palace. You will chill the very marrow in our enemies' bones." A glint of blue. Hydro? No, Cryo.

"Her Majesty expects of you loyalty, ruthlessness, and meticulousness, for the trials that we face are harsh, and our enemies are naught but obstacles in the Tsaritsa's path to her noble goals."

Childe paused for a moment. Yes... why not? You weren't here, after all. No one to temper his bloodlust. He summoned his blades, which hardened into ice in the winter air.

A crazed smile made its way onto his face. "Now, let's have a celebratory spar, shall we?"

---

Boring. Boring, boring, boring.

No one gave him a challenge. No one put up a fight. No one... No one came close to you. He was about to dismiss his blades, but he heard the creaking of a bow being pulled back. Slowly, he turned around.

Your determined face stared back at him. Those eyes, those frostbitten and chapped lips, and the steady pulse of your Cryo vision.

A sign.

He stumbled towards you, closing his hand around the arrow you had nocked in your bow. The cold was so extreme it snapped at his skin, and he heard your muted gasp as he drew close.

"Y/N?" He croaked.

You made a questioning noise, tilting your head to the side-- the way you always did when he asked you a question. "Lord Harbinger?"

"You--" His eyes stung with snow and tears, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

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xevrq

3 years ago

- Takemichi Hanagaki appreciation post:

“Hakkai…Fighting on isn´t painful. What hurts more than anything…is loneliness.”

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3 years ago

genshin characters being hot pt.3 ✦ ayato

📄 : just a new series about genshin characters and how they’re hot and you have a crush on them and they are hot, and also some cuteness and soft stuff, and also did i mention they’re hot? ✧.*.:｡ gn reader / modern!au ✧.*.:｡ warnings: slightly suggestive, making out, other than that expect lots of flustered fluff ✧.*.:｡ ✉️ : you must have seen this coming hehehe i can’t do this series without him involved. this one has some fluffy boyfriend!ayato as well, but yeah ayato is hot and imma go ham when he’s finally out :D (lowercase intentional)

yep. this man. whew.

okay for starters, he’s definitely the student council president/student representative, type of person. without a doubt.

when you joined the council though, you didn’t expect someone so stupidly hot to be in charge.

honestly, even aside from his outer beauty, you still couldn’t look away. his voice carried through the room, and his words would keep your attention glued to him. he was meant to lead, he’s elegant, poised, and carries himself with such charisma that it’s no wonder everyone follows him.

you somehow became the secretary, according to ayato your qualities you had written when you applied were perfect. another guy named thoma was the vice president and honestly both of them looked so hot, you understood why you heard such rumors and a few dirty “not-so-secret” secrets that other people would whisper around campus about them.

you couldn’t blame anyone, thoma was definitely hot, there’s no denying that, but ayato?!

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