But, I Am A Fool

“But, I am a fool

with Wanderer”

Non-sexual removal of clothes

He works so hard to be the strong one out of the two of you, maintaining an appearance of strength and indifference for most topics. Sure, he gets upset and bothered by certain aspects of life, but he doesn’t let it affect him like it would you.

But even the previous harbinger, now Wanderer, has his moments of weakness. And they tend to make themselves known only in the deepest depths of your guys’ home.

When you take time and care to strip him of his clothes, all while kissing his shoulders or head while you shed the layers. He’d typically scoff at this. After all, it’s not like he’s of a high status anymore.

But he felt something inside of him ache as your lips were pressed against his porcelain skin. Failing to notice the way his lip quivered, he bit the insides of his left cheek.

“Why do you treat me like this?”

You looked up at him from your position, kneeling in front of him as you slid off his shorts.

“I am no longer a harbinger, and proven to be a failed attempt of a god. So why?” A tear fell onto his bare thigh in front of your soft gaze. “Why do you treat me as if I am special in any way?”

“You are correct, about not being a god or harbinger.”

His eyes narrowed at your harsh but honest statement, not that you intended for it to feel hurtful.

“But you are the one I love, and I intend to prove to you, that you are worthy of it. My affections and decisions will not be denied, simply because you fear you’re not enough.”

When he finally allowed your eyes to meet, he felt something foreign. Not indifference, or his idea of strength. But, maybe this was…the love you spoke of.

“Funky playlist

With Suna”

(Platonic to romantic!)

There you were, in your usual spot of his passenger seat. As you sat down to put on your seatbelt, you heard him snort.

“Might as well get ‘passenger royalty’ as a tattoo with how often you take up that spot.”

It’s not like you couldn’t drive. You very much could, although your confidence in comparison to the volleyball player was no match, which meant in his eyes, you weren’t ready to “handle him.” Whatever the hell that meant.

“Okay, smart guy, does that mean you want to be the passenger princess?”

His grin only widened at your reply. He loved this. He loved you. You weren’t afraid to be a smartass or joke with him.

Something in him, though, made him choose to hold his tongue in reply. Not because he was afraid of anything, but simply because this was a night drive to calm you two. Wouldn’t be too calming if it was full of bickering.

“Alright, alright, weirdo. Put on some music or something.” Looking at you in the corner of his eye, he could see how excited you were as he pulled out of the driveway to your place.

“If you don’t like this playlist, I may actually jump out the window at 50 miles per hour. Or throw you out.”

Beside you, your bestfriend just whistled

“I’d like to see you try to throw me, and on the flip side, I can just throw you in the back with child-locks.”

Even when you doubted if he could really lift you or hold you, he always proved able. The asshole would go as far as to say you were crushing his spine before carrying you with absolute ease.

“Whatever,” you sighed. You just hooked your phone up to the car and prepared the playlist. It was originally your plan to confess through this playlist. But with how teasing he was being, maybe you’d hold off. “What do you think?”

“Geez, it’s only the first song and you’re already asking? It’s like you’ve been waiting for this,” he responded.

You don’t let your act break, yet.

“Perhaps I have, but you’re a lot of effort,” earning a dramatic sigh from him.

He sped up a tiny bit, before going back to the normal speed limit, just to watch you squirm a little in your seat. The asshole.

After couple songs, you guys arrived at your destination. It was a small park with a swing set. Although you weren’t sure how high you could really go, Suna was always trying to see who could get to the top.

You both undid your seatbelts, but he didn’t move from the car. He was waiting for something. You just couldn’t tell what it was.

“Rin, what are you doing?”

“Waiting to see if I’m right.”

“Huh?”

He took a second to reply.

“I like you, and judging by these songs, you like me too. Or I’m being a complete idiot.”

“Maybe you’re correct in both.”

“I can live with that, if it’s with you.”

Beau

He/him

Trans

Poet

16

beau look at me look at me…i have an angsty idea for you…

genshin character x reader who is terminally ill with elezar (however you spell it-) and they’re in a toxic relationship with character and a song to go with it is two by the antlers (semi tw for the song some of the lyrics cover dark topics)

“His trickiest patient

with Baizhu”

AU where Elezar isn’t cured

“I told you, dear, you need to be more cautious when holding fragile objects,” he gently chided as he swept up the broken glass from a bottle.

He wasn’t upset at you. He could never be. But he knew you were, as always. Before you’d been diagnosed, you were such a kind soul, but with each failed treatment and medication refill, you’d grown resentful.

Neither of you were certain how the illness occurred. After all, you’d been born and raised in Liyue, where the possibility of it was slim to none. Maybe you were just that unfortunate.

“I’ll die anyway, so why does it matter?” His movements came to a halt. He looked up at you while you looked up at the ceiling. The soft lights, covered by a thin cloth to ensure it wasn’t too harsh on your eyes. “Why does it matter,” you softly repeated.

“I won’t let that—,” you interrupted his weak attempt at comfort, sitting up with a struggle. Swatting away his attempts at helping you after dropping his broom

“Baizhu, give up already! The meds aren’t doing anything, and I’m getting worse! So just quit with your silly delusions!”

His lips formed a thin line, unsure of how to approach it. You were not wrong. You never were when you yelled at him, with your shortening temper.

“You’re destroying yourself all while trying to fix me. I’d rather you just put me out of my misery.”

His heart sank terribly low. So much that he had to turn away from you. He could not face you when you brought this up. The idea of letting you die, or to do it himself. It never fot any easier to hear.

This sickness has made your body and heart bitter. In ways he cannot comprehend. Oh, how he despises it.

I adore angst, and this ask was so interesting to me. Thank you for sharing <3

“You’ve become my ceiling

with Yae Miko”

“You don’t even care, do you? You never do, and probably never have.”

The woman in front of you didn’t even appear hurt, simply maintaining a face of indifference. But inside, her mind was racing. When you’d invited her to this beautiful forest, she’d expected a grand gesture of a date, as you’d done in the past. Not your decision to end your relationship.

“I do care, quite a deal,” she moved her hand up, to cup your face. Perhaps to even talk you out of it, as foolish as it was. But you stepped away from her.

And spoke with tears brimming your eyes, “which is why you can’t even pretend to be affected.”

You humans were so conflicting. You were the one who broke up with her, and now you’re crying over her. Even as you faced the ground, she knew your face was puffy and red. As it usually had been when you broke down.

“Because, I learned how to maintain my composure, after so long of practice.” What you didn’t know, was how badly she wanted to hold you, teasingly comforting you as she’d done many times before. “If you’re simply trying to leave for my seemingly lack of care, then I cannot make you stay. But I do implore you to think.”

“If I didn’t care, why would I stay with you for so long, dear?”

I am attempting to branch out more in terms of characters I write

“Hey, lover, won’t you treat me right?

with Freminet”

Imagine being with Freminet, someone who’s never been well-versed in how or how not to be treated in relationships. He’s anxious, thanks to Lyney’s constant fussing and Lynette’s warnings.

And then, he has the luck of finding you. Someone who adores him and only wants to love and care for him. Helping him with his underwater adventures, or assisting him in social situations. Just being there without overstepping or forcing your way into his space.

Easing him out of his comfort zone without practically shoving him into overwhelming discomfort. You show him patience that he’s unfamiliar with. Even within his family, it feels foreign with the level of caution and care you take to ensure his safety.

And while he may not be the most sure of his judgment, he’s sure of one thing. You are one of the best things to happen to him.