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𓆩 ☆ 𓆪 . . 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚 !

𓆩 ★ 𓆪 . . xiao x reader ⁝ wc. 1.2k ⁝ fluff to angst

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔, orders given by the geo archon himself.

zhongli saw how his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, when you smile too hard and your eyes crease and crinkle, when you laugh a little too hard at his bluntness and you lean against his chest for support.

it will only end in disaster, zhongli once warned. believe me, i am simply looking out for you.

but what did he know?

xiao wasn't a good person, he was quite aware of that. he was like the moon, he only brought light upon the darkness situations. but you, he thought, you were definitely the sun.

"yeah, that sounds about right," you hummed when he brought it up, earning a tilt of the head and squinted eyes from xiao. 

"what do you mean?" his eyes fluttered when you started to kiss the now visible part of his jaw, before he scrunched his eyebrows and forced them open.

"people can't stand to look at the sun. it's too bright, annoying. the moon is quiet and beautiful," you kissed him on the lips, once, twice, thrice. i love you. you pressed your lips against his gemstone before pulling back to look into his crystalline amber eyes. "do you know how many pray to the moon each and every night, thanking it for it's light and beauty?"

"the moon," he questioned, bringing a hand to not-so subtly cover up his fiery cheeks. "but why not a god?"

you chuckled and cupped his cheek, gently swiping across his freckle as if it were dirt that could be wiped away. "the gods are nothing compared to your beauty, my moon."

"if... if i am your moon, that would make you my sun, no?" xiao swallow a lump in his throat, his heart beating all too quick from him to focus on anything other than your eyes, or hands, or how close you were. unable to focus on anything other than you.

"indeed it does."

xiao kissed his teeth and tore his gaze from you, albeit reluctantly. the glaze lilies suddenly became of interest to him.

if you were his sun, that would mean you were just a measly little star, right? just a burning ball of gas. and he, apparently to you, was the moon. a natural satellite that shined a light upon billions, something people pray to. 

and you're just a star. 

you're so much more than that.

you're so compassionate towards him, not to mention how devoted you are. you're amorous in his eyes, dreamy and unreal. you were an angel, but you weren't. because angels and heaven and a holy cloud space was all fictionalised story to xiao. his life was this, an adeptus. his life was you.

he would say you're perfect, but you aren't. he has seen you lash out, and bark meaningless and empty insults at him only to apologize right after. he has seen you sob and sniffle and bleed. perfection is so quick to bore, he thinks. especially when your imperfections are more beautiful when you show them to him as a whole, when you trust him with all it. all of you.

"you're more than a star." xiao admits on a cloudy night, hands laced together while the scent of rain and qingxin flowers poisons his senses.

"hm?"

"a couple months ago," he coughed into his hand, golden band fading into a mere rusty yellow in the dark of the night. "you said i was your moon and you were my sun. but what is the sun but a star?"

you blinked at him, before creasing your eyes and giggling, your smile widening with every second he looked at you. "you're right. the sun is just a star." 

you sit up and dangle your legs off of qingyun peak, instantly alerting xiao to straighten up next to you. "stars are most beautiful when they explode. they reach the end of their lifetime and burst into this magnificent shockwave of light. it's breathtaking."

"a supernova." xiao recognises. you nod, squeezing his hand a little bit tighter.

"one day i'm gonna explode. and then, it's gonna be absolutely enthralling. fucking angelic, i tell you." you laugh, a sound xiao could and would die happily listening to. "i will be angelic when i die."

mortals die, xiao is more then aware than that. he has had dozens die in his hands, more often than he can count. he isn't always there on time. it's never your fault, you would tell him, and he would agree. he cannot be there for every beck and need liyue has. you taught him that he has concerns and needs, too.

this time, however, was definitely his fault.

just a moment too late, he was. time had slipped through fingers. you had slipped through his fingers.

he could've been quicker. he could've been there. he could've taken the hit. you couldn't. 

a low blow has been taken on you, a harbinger's blade had sliced straight through your stomach. and he was too late. he was to blame.

"no, no no no no no." this couldn't be. his spouse was not leaving him. you could get through this. he'll take you to that one pharmacist, what was his name again? baihua, baizhong? whatever the hell it was.

he was doing everything in his power to save you. he was ripping off articles of clothing from both himself and you, attempting to soak up the blood. your dainty hand grabbed his wrist, shaking. 

"it's okay," no it wasn't. "i'm okay with dying like this. with you." but he was not. he wanted you. he needed you.

he shook his head and drew blood from his lip until iron filled his mouth, choking on his sobs. you nodded in contrast, allowing tears to fall. "it is. because xiao, when you live for somebody, you are prepared to die."

your words were hushed, like a child's secret. like a teenagers first kiss with their highschool sweetheart, vowing to not tell a soul only to gush about it to your friends later.

he was afraid. he didn't want to lose you. he pulled you into a tighter embrace, hugging what was left of you and squeezing the remaining oxygen in your lungs.

"please. i can't. not without you. please, please, please." he sobbed. tears mixed in with the harsh rain that punched at his skull. he was the saddest little baby in all of liyue.

he kept kissing you, savouring your taste even if all he got was blood and salt. you kissed back, light and almost unconscious, like how used to kiss him during early mornings. he watched your eyelids grow heavy and he felt how your body went limp. he squeezed you harder and begged, pleaded, prayed. barbatos, rex lapis, raiden shogun, tsarsita, anybody. not my darling. not my love. not yet.

"i told you so." a disembodied voice spoke,  thick of pity, yet so low and flat. 

the glass broke. xiao sobbed, and screamed into your shoulder. he couldn't breathe. he didn't want to, if it meant he would have to live without you. 

you said it would be fucking angelic when you died. you lied to him, looking straight into his eyes and said it would be enthralling. yet, when he looks at you now, all he can see is the devil's work.

zhongli approached him and hugged him gently, a father's embrace. he was so cold compared to you. you were so warm and welcoming.

you were his sun, but now all you were is a supernova. 

everyone wants to date the traveler…’s parent (hcs)

~5.6k words; fluff, humor

ft. diluc, zhongli, yae, al-haitham, tighnari; aether is the traveler

this contains: themes of family, parenthood, solitude; reader is the only parent of the twins, reader is unnaturally tall (around 8ft tall) like a tolkien elf

apologies for reposting this, i managed to get past the block limit

Many are shocked that the famous Traveler has a parent, especially when they see you in person. Rumors run wild about a serene celestial being that has descended from the stars, with infinite wisdom and compassion. Some even say that you are a lost Archon, come to reclaim your throne – a misconception that Aether quickly dispels, else you become a target of the Fatui.

Indeed, the Fatui are his biggest concern, to the point that Aether even delays introducing you to Tartaglia. Little does he know that his true concern should have been his allies liking you… perhaps a little too much.

One day, as Aether watches you socialize with one of his friends, he notices the subtle blushes and shy glances that you receive – and he suddenly remembers all the other times he’s noticed the same thing. The gifts delivered to the Serenitea Pot, the sudden interest in his parent’s whereabouts, the skittishness…

‘Wait, is everyone flirting with my parent?!’

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misbehaving — chapter two.

<- chapter one | chapter two | chapter three ->

chapter 02: barking up the wrong zenin tree [ series masterlist ] + gojo x f!reader / sukuna x f!reader ; wc 9.9k

summary: you and your accomplice are happy to spite gojo satoru, but unknowingly, you’re not the only ones playing the game. (or — in which you’re happy to parade sukuna around as your boyfriend and go with the flow, but someone else is thinking of the long game.)

+ content warnings: fake dating, modern au, alcohol consumption, i may have gone a little soft here, mention of drugs. smut: oral (fem receiving).

notes: sobbing someone should really tell me not to get carried away write so much :’) gah I’ve been sick this week so I’m a bit out of it but slow burn for the first few chapters so hehe enjoy <3

Be careful that he breaks your heart.

I hear he’s super dangerous, if you need help just let me know, okay?

He’s not keeping you against your will, is he?

There’s many more things people have told you about Sukuna. Whether it’s from the Zenin office or from the staff working at the many resorts he takes you to, they all come to one conclusion.

Sukuna is bad news.

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feeling your pulse (ft. tighnari, gn!reader) 1.3k words

notes from tori: kinda shitty and has a bad ending. i love him so much though, and i’m currently writing an extremely long fic with him in it for halloween!! sorry for being so absent, hopefully this makes up for it!

His hand wound around your wrist like a bracelet, holding your twitching fingers still as he prodded at the wound on your forearm, frowning at the jagged gash that bled down your flesh. 

Tighnari was gentle, but there was something harsh in the way he smeared a personally engineered disinfectant across the injury, the pads of his fingers calloused. The breeze blew against your sweat dabbled neck, and you shivered. 

“Don’t move, please.” He commanded, “You’ve caused enough harm as it is. How many times do I have to tell you to be more careful?” An exasperation soaked his words in a way that sank guilt into the pits of your stomach. 

“It’s not like I did anything crazy.” You murmured bashfully, training your eyes on the way he rolled out a string of taupe bandages, the contrast striking against his copper skin. Tighnari sighed, looping the fabric around your arm a few times before speaking once more. 

“There’s a reason why it’s a common mistake and a reason why we have rules in place to prevent things like this from happening.” He scolded, ripping the bandage from the roll, tightening the vice grip it had around your limb. “A quick side-trip to an area where rishboland tigers are known to nest — unaccompanied, mind you — may seem unassuming, but if Collei hadn’t managed to find you, you’d no doubt be a carcass by now.” You winced as he tucked the frayed edges of the wrapping in with the rest, dragging his eyes from your hand to your face. You couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. “Must I remind you that you don’t have a vision? Not only that, but you’re still a trainee! The rule is—”

“I know, I know. Trainees can only patrol with an expedition team or a master forest ranger, but Tighnari, you were busy, and—” 

Your explanation held no weight, and you could practically feel the chagrin rolling off of the man in waves. Bearing the brunt of his frustration was almost worse than becoming tiger food (Tighnari would insist that you weren’t going to be food, it would’ve been a territorial attack—), and you wished more than anything that you could push his perpetual look of disdain into that quaint smile he always seemed to wear around you.

A weighted silence humidified the air, and each breath you took seemed to get heavier and heavier before it crushed you, and you finally mumbled an apology, staring holes into his patiently resting hands.

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ᵔᴗᵔ . . taking care of him when he’s sick !

ᴖ.ᴖ . . gen!reader ⁝ wc. 1.3k ⁝ reblog

lance mcclain

“lance, wait—”

“sick snuggles!” is what you had last remember hearing him whoop before your dumb boyfriend plops on top of you.

his cheek settles on your chest, a lopsided grin stretched on his lips. he lets out a big content sigh. no pillow in space nor on earth can compare to your body, it felt right, perfect even, to cuddle with you. he bemoans your attempt to leave his grasp.

it isn’t completely out of the ordinary for him to pull a stunt like that on you. a flair for the theatrics must be encoded in the mcclain dna. still, a part of you presumed his ill state to tone it down but it didn’t, it appears to intensify.

and it left you feeling disoriented, to say the least.

the blanket he carried from his room drapes over your body and his. it nearly slaps you in the face if it were not for his quick reflexes saving you. while the moment felt heavenly to him, you sadly couldn’t say the same. you were reading a novel allura had recommended when he came waltzing into your room, demanding your attention.

he can be a lovable headache at times. knowing the ins and outs of his personality for years now, you sigh, there was no way of fleeing this. and as easy as that, you’ve come to terms and accept you were wedge into this position for god knows however long he wants.

"too late, gorgeous." lance winks, flashing you a sleazy grin. not a second later, you watch his face contort then let out the most egregious sneeze.

you cringe.

observing him, you notice he looks worse for wear. he really should be resting in his room, not here braving the chances of infecting you. hunk and coran will have a field if that ever happens, you thought, snickering to yourself as you picture butting heads over earth versus altean remedies.

your expression soon changes when you hear the man atop of you whining over his current state and how ‘un-pretty’ he feels because of it.

what.

lance didn’t actually expect a reply since he did have a habit of talking to himself out loud and yet it didn’t stop him from doing what he did next. suddenly, he stares up at you, the frown and puppy eyes combo, silently questioning you if he does appear as bad as he believes.

“no matter what you look like, or how you feel, i will love you the same.” twirling the strands of hair on his nape, your little ministration affords as a great distraction from his irrational thoughts.

“you mean it?”

“more than ever.” you firmly nod, earning a prolonged “aw!” from him topped off with a messy kiss on the cheek.

the moment was ruined after he pulls back from your touch and scowls at you. “hey… wait a minute… you didn’t answer my question! that mean i do look ugly.”

your boyfriend babbles on and on, playfully scolding you for ‘lying’ to him. you puff your cheeks; surely, he’ll tire himself out sooner or later, you note. any time now, his voice begins to slur until it becomes incoherent mumbles then emerging into low snores.

facing down your chest, you find lance already knocked out. the tiniest of smiles paints across your lips. this was the most peaceful you’ve seen him in a long while. you recently notice how the current turn of events started to take a large toll on his state of mind.

he loves to play it off, pretending it didn’t hurt him. he never takes it to heart, making light of grim situations for the sake of preserving the team’s spirit. it warms your heart to finally see him at peace; even though it might be at the expense of getting sick or a stiff neck later, he deserves it.

keith kogane

whether keith liked it or not, he had to reveal his vulnerable state if he wants to get better. his ailment wasn’t too major to place him back in the healing pod, it wasn’t too minor to brush off and leave him to his devices either. coran already gave him medicine to combat the flu he caught for pushing his body too far on the last mission.

even though it worked, the effects left him feeling loopy and speaking out of turn. thankfully, it didn’t spark up a fight, or an argument, despite he and lance getting into a short back and forth.

when asked, the other paladins were incline to help in these situations. it was only right since they are a team and it was expected they look after their own. nonetheless, keith’s stubbornness made it more grueling than it should’ve been. they would’ve plead shiro to try and change his mind but he was preoccupied recovering from his own injuries.

you were the last resort.

hunk, pidge, and lance know he has a soft spot for you. the chances of him saying no to you were low regardless of his adamant refusal to let anyone see him.

“are you still with me? …hello? keith?” using your free hand, you wave across his face to get his attention. ever since you return to his room from the kitchen area with the soup hunk prepared for him, he’s been acting out of sorts.

“i’m fine, i’m fine! you don’t need to fuss over me.” his voice sounds gruff. to his dismay, he falls into a short coughing fit a beat after he finished his sentence. your eyes bore into his unimpressed, as the tips of his ears turn pink.

he was grateful you didn’t comment on it.

you place the bowl in his hands. “here, eat this then go take your medicine; i’ll be changing your wound dressings when you’re done.”

one… two… three… you grab the spoon and press it against his lips. he was taking too long to move and the soup was getting cold. you manage to feed him a couple scoops until he takes the bowl from your hands and ate on his own. you snicker. you’ve never seen the red paladin so self-conscious before.

keith lowers his head further to avoid your watchful eyes. he didn’t want you to see the color on his cheeks.

once he was done eating, you hand him his medicine. he makes a face. you ask him if he wants you to help him with that too and your remark forces him to take it without another word. reaching for the first aid kit, you find him on the verge of dozing off. the side effects must be kicking in, you’ve got to make this quick.

“you’re pretty,” he mumbles, focusing on the feeling of your touch while you apply a slather of ointment on his arm then wrap it with fresh gauze.

were you always been this gentle? he wonders if you behave this way around the others too when they were sick or hurt. an heavy sensation weighs on his chest over the thought of you treating someone who isn’t him.

“you’re only saying that ‘cuz you’re delirious,” you argue, as you pack away the supplies.

keith shakes his head like a child persistent to prove he was telling you the truth. “no, i’m not! i’m being honest. you’re… you’re beautiful.”

silence dominates the room.

not knowing what else to say, you stand up to give him time to rest but his hand extends out to hold your wrist. you look down and find him staring at you, pleading for you to listen to what he has to say. “stay with me… please? …or until i fall asleep at least.”

you couldn’t say no to him, not when he looks at you fondly like that. with a sigh, you nod then take a seat on the side of his bed. his hand not so subtly trails down and intertwine with yours. his thumb rubs lazy circles on your skin until you felt him stop and hear light snores behind you.

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