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alis volat propiis / / blade . . .

having someone be promised to you through fate always felt like a joke to blade, what changes when his head keeps flashing images of you?

warnings: f!reader, soulmate au, little ooc blade and black swan? hurt no comfort, lowk spicy……. , reader is a memokeeper, spoilers for blade’s backstory, spoilers for luofu/penacony storyline, spoilers for kafka’s quest? (if you call modifying canon scenes to fit your story spoilers..)

w/c: 3.63k

a/n: comeback?!?!?!?!?! i took a break bc of skl and today is the first day again hurrayyyyyyy (im gna kms) art cred: mybloodynails on twt

reblogs appreciated!!

the first time blade met you was under the dark cover of night within the xianzhou.

kafka had finished her business in luring the trailblazers into the luofu, leaving blade alone with his pacing thoughts about his revenge. the full moon was up that night, the gentle breeze swaying through his hair. 

during nights like these, all he could do was try and relieve the aching pain through means of other matters. however, without the presence of kafka (subsequently, her spirit whisper), the mara slowly crawls its way back into the back of his mind. and it was nights like these where he would be reminded of that damned mark ingrained into his skin.

soulmates. the concept of having another half to oneself, a connection so deep the universe takes it upon itself to remind you of it every waking second of your life. as a result of this foreseen deep-rooted connection, two intertwined stars sat on top of the veins of his wrist. he hopes whichever aeon who cursed him with this cruel hope is enjoying themself.

and with impeccable timing, you appeared in the corner of his eye. he camouflaged with the wall behind him and observed you. in front of you was a glowing blue orb in the shape of a bubble. you seemed to be deep in thought, mumbling words and tampering with the orb in ways in which he couldn’t comprehend. he’d ask silverwolf about it later, this seemed to be her area of expertise.

“how irrelevant.” these were the last words he had about you as he turned to leave. however,  his movement seemed to have alerted you, as you suddenly appeared in front of him, a dagger now being held at his throat.

“who are you, how much have you seen?” your words are now cut-throat, and he can see your face clearly now. your eyes had a depth and burn he’d never seen before, but other than that, nothing about you appeared to be anything of interest.

“even if i had seen anything, it wouldn’t be of use to me.” his hoarse voice was louder in the silence. this did not affect you, as you then tightened your grip on the dagger and threatened to push it further into his skin.

“nice try. who do you work for?”

he rolls his eyes inwardly in annoyance, and without saying a word, he grabs the arm in which you held the weapon and aimed to unarm you. keyword: aimed.

the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, a burning sensation crept up his arm from his wrist. he then let your hand go hastily, looking at you with a newfound rage.

“what did you d-” the words he meant to say couldn’t escape his mouth, as his question was answered. the cursed mark of his glowed bright white, a blinding source of light in the dark. 

ah. this was his other half.

with a soft gasp, you looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, the incriminating look now gone. the dagger now lay forgotten at your feet, you studied him for a few seconds longer. he did not know what to do under your gaze. he hopes that same aeon is now content with the fruits of its pathetic labors. 

after your quick survey of him, you appeared to almost say something, before a feminine voice reached both your ears.

“(y/n), come, our work here is done.” a woman in purple attire stood at the end of the alley, looking at the two of you with curiosity.

and without a word, you gave him one last look, then turned to leave. he looked down and locked eyes with your left-behind dagger, then picked it up. he looked up again, and you and that strange woman were gone. not a single trace indicating that either one of the two of you were here this night—almost.

he turned the weapon in his hands, his fingers roaming the intricate etchings of the handle. Just a second ago, this was at his throat, the two of you meaning nothing to each other. now, it seemed that destiny placed its card down for the both of you. he had no idea if he should be relieved or not.

looking up at the bright moon, he’s already engraved your name to his mind.

(y/n).

—

through the next few weeks, the encounter between the two of you was shoved to the back of his head. kafka had joked about how he seemed more on edge as of late, he, however, paid her no mind. after that night, he’d “reunited” with his old friends. if he could call them that. 

bitter thoughts clouded his mind once more at the memory of them. he’d had his battle with jingliu, the mentioned fulfilling her promise of granting him a short-lived death. the peaceful and final silence of the scalegorge waterscape felt like music to his ears. for a moment, he’d thought that she’d fulfilled her vow. 

then he was greeted by the sight of kafka.

the mission was over. he was to return to hiding within the shadows of the cosmos. elio would present him with another mission and he would oblige. such is the fate of destiny’s slave.

he thought that this would mean the end of his trip to the luofu, the everlasting ties with the once high cloud quintet now severed. his mara seemed to have something else to say.

kafka led him to a secluded position in the xianzhou, claiming to be able to calm his illness through a different means than usual. he had no choice but to oblige. she said she’d brought in a few friends to help her in this effort, as retaining and sealing memories required a more complicated and experienced skillset.

he’d never imagined that you would appear through the small window of the abode next to kafka and the trailblazer, astute and serious.

and yet, his eyes were not deceiving him. he would be within your presence once more. was this a hidden yearning in his heart? no, it would be foolish of him to plant such feeble desires. the mara must be getting to him quicker than usual at this rate.

a few minutes later, you, kafka, and the trailblazer seemingly split ways. the wine-haired woman stepping in first, before stepping to the side and introducing you.

“bladie, this is (y/n). do you remember the aid i mentioned earlier? this is them. all i ask of you is to trust them, as well as myself.” kafka carefully selected her words before gesturing to you, nodding.

you and blade looked at each other again after what felt like just a few days. your eyes glanced over his disheveled appearance. he couldn’t read you at all. you walked towards him, until you were just a foot away, “hello, bladie was it? i’ll need you to close your eyes and relax, this may feel… unusual.” your voice was soft yet stern—as if you’d done this before.

just as you tilted his head to the side and up again, he muttered something, causing you to lift a brow. “hm?”

“blade. it’s blade.” 

“oh,” you looked surprised at the fact he even said anything, this was the one thing he could read off of you.  “of course, my apologies.” and you went back to checking his pulse and finally rested your index and middle finger on the left side of his frontal bone, your thumb extending down to his jaw to tilt it. 

“okay, i will begin now. you will be put in a state where you feel as if you’re in a trance, and then kafka will use her power to subdue your mara. do you understand?” you looked at him expectantly, and all he could give you was a blank stare. he doesn’t know why you’re doing all this, why you’re being so calm and nice to a mere stranger. nonetheless, he gives you a small nod.

thus, the trance you mentioned reigning over all of his senses. his head droops, he sees different shapes and particles clouding his vision, before everything comes to a pause. the pain was subdued, just as you said.

he felt like sighing out of relief, a relief he hadn’t felt in a long time. then, a figure stepped out of the darkness in front of him.

you.

you looked exactly the same as before, except in new clothes, clothes that were native to one world— the xianzhou luofu. and this time, you bore a soft smile on your face, your eyes lighting up with an unfamiliar sparkle.

“▜█▍▆▛█▍▆! there you are, ▉█▍▆▜▀▍ and I had been looking for you for ages. are you still forging those new weapons for the cloud knights? don’t even bother… come home… missed… go…”

the words that were spilling out of your mouth went in one ear and out of the other. throughout the midst of this, he was still stuck on you, and what this meant. you two must have known each other in his past life. the one he just severed his ties to.

 even while knowing this, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of your form. he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. but he doesn’t question it much. not when you motioned your hand towards his still one. not when you grabbed it, your warmth spreading through his cold hand, even if for a split second. he didn’t even question it when he watched his… old self, white hair flowing down his back, be taken away by your sweet voice.

he felt oddly at peace. watching the two of you quietly walk away now in a field of lilies, your smile clearly infectious to himself. this was until he felt webs crawling their way up from his feet, slowly inching towards his head. his vision grew blurry again, and he quickly realized his fleeting dream has come to its end. he accepted without fuss.

soon, he was done. kafka was talking to him about the procedure or something along those lines. he didn’t really recall what she exactly said, something about the trailblazer fending off monsters while she worked her technique.

kafka realized this, and quietly looked over to where he was looking. across from them in front of the small house was you, conversing with the trailblazer with a gentle smile. he doesn’t know how long he was staring for until he watches you bid the trailblazer goodbye and signal kafka that you were off. 

your eyes locked with blade’s for longer than just a second, a small look of pity in your eyes. you then smiled at him. the same soft smile he saw just moments ago.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels an urge to go with you. to follow you until there was nowhere else to go.

it seemed like he keeps getting rendered clueless when it comes to you.

“i’m off. see you, kafka.”

he grunts, exiting the abode now with something else to haunt his mind. he can’t figure out if he minds it or not.

—

“finally done. black swan, you think they got the rest of the bombs?”

she looked at you smiling, “i don’t think they have, but we’ve made significant progress. the rest is up to them now.”

you hummed, looking out at the night sky on the ship. “do you think it’s an actual bomb?”

she chuckles, “of course not. that masked fool might be dangerous but i’m sure she wouldn’t pull off a stunt as… arduous as this for an actual tragedy. she simply wants to make a fool of everyone.”

you snort. “that does seem like her, doesn't it?”

you both sit in silence under the stars, commotion ringing in your ears. it seems that they’ve only got a few bombs left. you look over at black swan one more time, signaling her that you were gonna go somewhere more secluded. she gives you that small smile again, before leaving you with a message.

“it appears that there's a visitor on one of the top floors of this ship. i think the only reason of his appearance was to see someone in particular. you should go see him. he’s getting restless.”

you picked up on who it was immediately. you gave her a  sigh, giving her a grateful smile. “thanks swan. i’ll deal with it and be right back.”

she looks at you, her brows slightly furrowed as you begin to turn.

“(y/n). you should stop avoiding him, for your own sake. you both are soulmates for a reason. you can never really escape each other.”

you turn around again, about to speak. she beats you to it.

“ah ah. you heard me. i know you. feelings like this make you nervous, but with how everything has been going for you lately, i’m positive you need some stimulation from time to time. embrace it. you are one of the few to be so lucky as to have something as special as a soul tied to your own. accept it.”

you could’ve sworn you heard a little bitterness in her strict yet gentle tone, but she then gives you a pat on your head motioning for you to go up. you say nothing as you watch her go towards where the commotion is.

that woman seemed to always know how to read you like an open book.

—

you try to find the dark-blue haired man throughout 3 different floors, to no avail. if it was not clear before, this was clearly the skills of a stellaron hunter. you make your way to the top floor of the ship, empty and barren. from the top and from behind the railings, you see people still scrambling around.

you figured sooner or later the dark haired man would show himself, and you would be in for a… conversation to say the least. you shake the thought away and observe down to where the trailblazer and firefly are, making their way towards the pool at the front.

you don’t realize, but you hold your breath. black swan told you it was nothing to be fussing over, yet you can’t help yourself. and slowly, you back away, choosing not to look at what might as well be a tragic spectacle. 

you end up hitting your back on something firm.

hands shoot out to grab at your waist, steadying you. you look up, finally meeting the gaze of the man you were avoiding right up until now.

“blade.” your breath hitches in your throat. 

he acknowledges you with a low hum before releasing you. he makes his way to the railing watching his fellow stellaron hunter, and you take this as an invitation to observe along with him.

you decide to break the silence.

“i thought you weren’t included in that script of yours. i heard as much at least from firefly.” you try to carefully choose your words, not knowing what to say from here.

“let’s just say… a certain birdie gave me a clue as to where i could go next.”

black swan.

you sigh, that memokeeper has meddled far too much in your life already.

“calm yourself. that woman has her own agenda to be sure, but she doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.” he’s quiet before he adds on to his statement. “i cannot say the same for another.”

with this, you look back at him with a puzzled expression. “is this about our first encounter? well i did not mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did, but-”

he turns to you with anger, quickly pinning you against the railings.

“i am not talking about that.”

“i meant the last time we saw one another. when you put me in that… trance.”

you look at him with shock as he spits out that last word. does he hate you? what did he even see?

you collect yourself, now glaring up at him the same way as you did the first time. “what did you expect me to do? rock you against my chest with a nice lullaby to go with it? i did what was necessary, i’m sure you understand. i wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for-”

“do you remember?”

his gruff voice cuts you off yet again. and by this point you’ve grown fed up with his antics.

“remember what exactly?”

“my past. your past. our past.”

he grabs your wrist and lifts it to your eye level. it’s glowing, not as bright as before but still prominent enough to where it looks like a dim star regaining its energy. his wrist seems to be doing the same.

“the very… reason… as to why we are even connected yet again in this life is because of something else that took place in the past. and with you being a memokeeper, i’m sure you know more than a thing or two.”

he said the rest through his teeth, his grip unwavering on your wrist. and, for the first time in your life, you felt fear. not just because of the man before you, but of what consequences that could be in store for you because of your past actions.

blade chuckles darkly at your ‘realization’. “do you need a reminder?”

you hear fireworks being set off in the background but you don’t make a single move to see what was happening. the man in front of you bares his teeth a little, and before he could beat you to it, you grab ahold of the back of his head and lean in spontaneously.

the kiss was not slow, sensational or soft. rather it was exactly the opposite. it was all teeth and tongue, your emotions colliding aggressively as you both battle them out. he tastes like nothing you note, until you taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue. suddenly, he takes control, hands sliding and setting themselves firmly on your hips. 

blade was not a forgiving man, you know that now. so why are you hoping for more outbursts like this again? why are you imagining waking up to kisses like these, knowing your lives couldn’t be anymore different?

your vision was growing hazy and your eyes half lidded, threatening to shut. your soft whines against him fuel him even more, his eyes glowing a vibrant red with the light of the fireworks reflecting off of him. your lips detach from his with a delicious ‘pop!’, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before he goes in and starts kissing your throat.

you prided yourself on being a smart woman, able to handle difficult situations with ease. you suppose nothing could have prepared you for this moment in your life, you’ve never met someone filled with as much rage and passion as blade. he was destiny’s slave. and you can’t resist his desperation as much as you’d have liked, instead yours just as much matched his own.

you now realize how close your bodies are. his unusually cold hands are starting to feel warmer now, and a few sweat beads make it down your forehead. you throw your head back, eyes closed shut in pleasure, the wind cooling you off — and at the tip of your tongue, his name. 

“blade…”

he pays you no mind, groaning against your throat as his hands roam around, one sitting on the side of your head and the other on the plush of your ass. he smiles against your skin as you pant out soft gasps, your hands gripping hard in his hair.

blade winces slightly as you pull his hair back, your face flushed and your neck covered in love bites. he looks at you with an unreadable expression before letting his hands fall down to his sides. it appears his old stoic self is back.

you look at him wistfully through your lashes, the fireworks now having subsided and sounds of cheers and drinks clinking making their way inside the vast rooms of the ship. 

you took this as a sign that your time was over with him.

just as you were about to say your farewell and hurriedly make up some excuse that black swan was expecting you, blade takes something out of his pocket slowly and toys with it in his hands. 

it was your dagger.

with a soft exclamation, you reach out towards it. however, it seemed that he had different plans, for he swiftly pulls it away — giving you an annoyingly taunting look with just his brows. he dangles it with his finger through the hole at the base, the metal shimmering.

“are you done?” you prod, crossing your hands.

he looks at you for a little longer, almost as if he’s deciding on whether or not to give it to you. and with careful consideration it seems, he turns to leave.

you supposed this was the stellaron hunter’s way of saying that you two will have to meet again for you to be able to finally take your dagger back, so you let it go. his long dark teal and red hair flow behind him against the wind before he jumps and disappears into the darkness beyond your reach.

“alis volat propiis…” you hum as you yourself turn around as well, staring down at the dying crowd and dimming lights. the promise etched into your wrist always felt like a burden to carry around, with countless theories and what-ifs clouding your thoughts every day. 

actually meeting him changed the way you felt, and you felt yourself already looking forward to your next encounter. maybe you would be able to work with such a childish want.

“he flies by his own wings.”

alis volat propiis / / blade . . .

having someone be promised to you through fate always felt like a joke to blade, what changes when his head keeps flashing images of you?

warnings: f!reader, soulmate au, little ooc blade and black swan? hurt no comfort, lowk spicy……. , reader is a memokeeper, spoilers for blade’s backstory, spoilers for luofu/penacony storyline, spoilers for kafka’s quest? (if you call modifying canon scenes to fit your story spoilers..)

w/c: 3.63k

a/n: comeback?!?!?!?!?! i took a break bc of skl and today is the first day again hurrayyyyyyy (im gna kms) art cred: mybloodynails on twt

reblogs appreciated!!

the first time blade met you was under the dark cover of night within the xianzhou.

kafka had finished her business in luring the trailblazers into the luofu, leaving blade alone with his pacing thoughts about his revenge. the full moon was up that night, the gentle breeze swaying through his hair. 

during nights like these, all he could do was try and relieve the aching pain through means of other matters. however, without the presence of kafka (subsequently, her spirit whisper), the mara slowly crawls its way back into the back of his mind. and it was nights like these where he would be reminded of that damned mark ingrained into his skin.

soulmates. the concept of having another half to oneself, a connection so deep the universe takes it upon itself to remind you of it every waking second of your life. as a result of this foreseen deep-rooted connection, two intertwined stars sat on top of the veins of his wrist. he hopes whichever aeon who cursed him with this cruel hope is enjoying themself.

and with impeccable timing, you appeared in the corner of his eye. he camouflaged with the wall behind him and observed you. in front of you was a glowing blue orb in the shape of a bubble. you seemed to be deep in thought, mumbling words and tampering with the orb in ways in which he couldn’t comprehend. he’d ask silverwolf about it later, this seemed to be her area of expertise.

“how irrelevant.” these were the last words he had about you as he turned to leave. however,  his movement seemed to have alerted you, as you suddenly appeared in front of him, a dagger now being held at his throat.

“who are you, how much have you seen?” your words are now cut-throat, and he can see your face clearly now. your eyes had a depth and burn he’d never seen before, but other than that, nothing about you appeared to be anything of interest.

“even if i had seen anything, it wouldn’t be of use to me.” his hoarse voice was louder in the silence. this did not affect you, as you then tightened your grip on the dagger and threatened to push it further into his skin.

“nice try. who do you work for?”

he rolls his eyes inwardly in annoyance, and without saying a word, he grabs the arm in which you held the weapon and aimed to unarm you. keyword: aimed.

the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, a burning sensation crept up his arm from his wrist. he then let your hand go hastily, looking at you with a newfound rage.

“what did you d-” the words he meant to say couldn’t escape his mouth, as his question was answered. the cursed mark of his glowed bright white, a blinding source of light in the dark. 

ah. this was his other half.

with a soft gasp, you looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, the incriminating look now gone. the dagger now lay forgotten at your feet, you studied him for a few seconds longer. he did not know what to do under your gaze. he hopes that same aeon is now content with the fruits of its pathetic labors. 

after your quick survey of him, you appeared to almost say something, before a feminine voice reached both your ears.

“(y/n), come, our work here is done.” a woman in purple attire stood at the end of the alley, looking at the two of you with curiosity.

and without a word, you gave him one last look, then turned to leave. he looked down and locked eyes with your left-behind dagger, then picked it up. he looked up again, and you and that strange woman were gone. not a single trace indicating that either one of the two of you were here this night—almost.

he turned the weapon in his hands, his fingers roaming the intricate etchings of the handle. Just a second ago, this was at his throat, the two of you meaning nothing to each other. now, it seemed that destiny placed its card down for the both of you. he had no idea if he should be relieved or not.

looking up at the bright moon, he’s already engraved your name to his mind.

(y/n).

—

through the next few weeks, the encounter between the two of you was shoved to the back of his head. kafka had joked about how he seemed more on edge as of late, he, however, paid her no mind. after that night, he’d “reunited” with his old friends. if he could call them that. 

bitter thoughts clouded his mind once more at the memory of them. he’d had his battle with jingliu, the mentioned fulfilling her promise of granting him a short-lived death. the peaceful and final silence of the scalegorge waterscape felt like music to his ears. for a moment, he’d thought that she’d fulfilled her vow. 

then he was greeted by the sight of kafka.

the mission was over. he was to return to hiding within the shadows of the cosmos. elio would present him with another mission and he would oblige. such is the fate of destiny’s slave.

he thought that this would mean the end of his trip to the luofu, the everlasting ties with the once high cloud quintet now severed. his mara seemed to have something else to say.

kafka led him to a secluded position in the xianzhou, claiming to be able to calm his illness through a different means than usual. he had no choice but to oblige. she said she’d brought in a few friends to help her in this effort, as retaining and sealing memories required a more complicated and experienced skillset.

he’d never imagined that you would appear through the small window of the abode next to kafka and the trailblazer, astute and serious.

and yet, his eyes were not deceiving him. he would be within your presence once more. was this a hidden yearning in his heart? no, it would be foolish of him to plant such feeble desires. the mara must be getting to him quicker than usual at this rate.

a few minutes later, you, kafka, and the trailblazer seemingly split ways. the wine-haired woman stepping in first, before stepping to the side and introducing you.

“bladie, this is (y/n). do you remember the aid i mentioned earlier? this is them. all i ask of you is to trust them, as well as myself.” kafka carefully selected her words before gesturing to you, nodding.

you and blade looked at each other again after what felt like just a few days. your eyes glanced over his disheveled appearance. he couldn’t read you at all. you walked towards him, until you were just a foot away, “hello, bladie was it? i’ll need you to close your eyes and relax, this may feel… unusual.” your voice was soft yet stern—as if you’d done this before.

just as you tilted his head to the side and up again, he muttered something, causing you to lift a brow. “hm?”

“blade. it’s blade.” 

“oh,” you looked surprised at the fact he even said anything, this was the one thing he could read off of you.  “of course, my apologies.” and you went back to checking his pulse and finally rested your index and middle finger on the left side of his frontal bone, your thumb extending down to his jaw to tilt it. 

“okay, i will begin now. you will be put in a state where you feel as if you’re in a trance, and then kafka will use her power to subdue your mara. do you understand?” you looked at him expectantly, and all he could give you was a blank stare. he doesn’t know why you’re doing all this, why you’re being so calm and nice to a mere stranger. nonetheless, he gives you a small nod.

thus, the trance you mentioned reigning over all of his senses. his head droops, he sees different shapes and particles clouding his vision, before everything comes to a pause. the pain was subdued, just as you said.

he felt like sighing out of relief, a relief he hadn’t felt in a long time. then, a figure stepped out of the darkness in front of him.

you.

you looked exactly the same as before, except in new clothes, clothes that were native to one world— the xianzhou luofu. and this time, you bore a soft smile on your face, your eyes lighting up with an unfamiliar sparkle.

“▜█▍▆▛█▍▆! there you are, ▉█▍▆▜▀▍ and I had been looking for you for ages. are you still forging those new weapons for the cloud knights? don’t even bother… come home… missed… go…”

the words that were spilling out of your mouth went in one ear and out of the other. throughout the midst of this, he was still stuck on you, and what this meant. you two must have known each other in his past life. the one he just severed his ties to.

 even while knowing this, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of your form. he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. but he doesn’t question it much. not when you motioned your hand towards his still one. not when you grabbed it, your warmth spreading through his cold hand, even if for a split second. he didn’t even question it when he watched his… old self, white hair flowing down his back, be taken away by your sweet voice.

he felt oddly at peace. watching the two of you quietly walk away now in a field of lilies, your smile clearly infectious to himself. this was until he felt webs crawling their way up from his feet, slowly inching towards his head. his vision grew blurry again, and he quickly realized his fleeting dream has come to its end. he accepted without fuss.

soon, he was done. kafka was talking to him about the procedure or something along those lines. he didn’t really recall what she exactly said, something about the trailblazer fending off monsters while she worked her technique.

kafka realized this, and quietly looked over to where he was looking. across from them in front of the small house was you, conversing with the trailblazer with a gentle smile. he doesn’t know how long he was staring for until he watches you bid the trailblazer goodbye and signal kafka that you were off. 

your eyes locked with blade’s for longer than just a second, a small look of pity in your eyes. you then smiled at him. the same soft smile he saw just moments ago.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels an urge to go with you. to follow you until there was nowhere else to go.

it seemed like he keeps getting rendered clueless when it comes to you.

“i’m off. see you, kafka.”

he grunts, exiting the abode now with something else to haunt his mind. he can’t figure out if he minds it or not.

—

“finally done. black swan, you think they got the rest of the bombs?”

she looked at you smiling, “i don’t think they have, but we’ve made significant progress. the rest is up to them now.”

you hummed, looking out at the night sky on the ship. “do you think it’s an actual bomb?”

she chuckles, “of course not. that masked fool might be dangerous but i’m sure she wouldn’t pull off a stunt as… arduous as this for an actual tragedy. she simply wants to make a fool of everyone.”

you snort. “that does seem like her, doesn't it?”

you both sit in silence under the stars, commotion ringing in your ears. it seems that they’ve only got a few bombs left. you look over at black swan one more time, signaling her that you were gonna go somewhere more secluded. she gives you that small smile again, before leaving you with a message.

“it appears that there's a visitor on one of the top floors of this ship. i think the only reason of his appearance was to see someone in particular. you should go see him. he’s getting restless.”

you picked up on who it was immediately. you gave her a  sigh, giving her a grateful smile. “thanks swan. i’ll deal with it and be right back.”

she looks at you, her brows slightly furrowed as you begin to turn.

“(y/n). you should stop avoiding him, for your own sake. you both are soulmates for a reason. you can never really escape each other.”

you turn around again, about to speak. she beats you to it.

“ah ah. you heard me. i know you. feelings like this make you nervous, but with how everything has been going for you lately, i’m positive you need some stimulation from time to time. embrace it. you are one of the few to be so lucky as to have something as special as a soul tied to your own. accept it.”

you could’ve sworn you heard a little bitterness in her strict yet gentle tone, but she then gives you a pat on your head motioning for you to go up. you say nothing as you watch her go towards where the commotion is.

that woman seemed to always know how to read you like an open book.

—

you try to find the dark-blue haired man throughout 3 different floors, to no avail. if it was not clear before, this was clearly the skills of a stellaron hunter. you make your way to the top floor of the ship, empty and barren. from the top and from behind the railings, you see people still scrambling around.

you figured sooner or later the dark haired man would show himself, and you would be in for a… conversation to say the least. you shake the thought away and observe down to where the trailblazer and firefly are, making their way towards the pool at the front.

you don’t realize, but you hold your breath. black swan told you it was nothing to be fussing over, yet you can’t help yourself. and slowly, you back away, choosing not to look at what might as well be a tragic spectacle. 

you end up hitting your back on something firm.

hands shoot out to grab at your waist, steadying you. you look up, finally meeting the gaze of the man you were avoiding right up until now.

“blade.” your breath hitches in your throat. 

he acknowledges you with a low hum before releasing you. he makes his way to the railing watching his fellow stellaron hunter, and you take this as an invitation to observe along with him.

you decide to break the silence.

“i thought you weren’t included in that script of yours. i heard as much at least from firefly.” you try to carefully choose your words, not knowing what to say from here.

“let’s just say… a certain birdie gave me a clue as to where i could go next.”

black swan.

you sigh, that memokeeper has meddled far too much in your life already.

“calm yourself. that woman has her own agenda to be sure, but she doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.” he’s quiet before he adds on to his statement. “i cannot say the same for another.”

with this, you look back at him with a puzzled expression. “is this about our first encounter? well i did not mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did, but-”

he turns to you with anger, quickly pinning you against the railings.

“i am not talking about that.”

“i meant the last time we saw one another. when you put me in that… trance.”

you look at him with shock as he spits out that last word. does he hate you? what did he even see?

you collect yourself, now glaring up at him the same way as you did the first time. “what did you expect me to do? rock you against my chest with a nice lullaby to go with it? i did what was necessary, i’m sure you understand. i wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for-”

“do you remember?”

his gruff voice cuts you off yet again. and by this point you’ve grown fed up with his antics.

“remember what exactly?”

“my past. your past. our past.”

he grabs your wrist and lifts it to your eye level. it’s glowing, not as bright as before but still prominent enough to where it looks like a dim star regaining its energy. his wrist seems to be doing the same.

“the very… reason… as to why we are even connected yet again in this life is because of something else that took place in the past. and with you being a memokeeper, i’m sure you know more than a thing or two.”

he said the rest through his teeth, his grip unwavering on your wrist. and, for the first time in your life, you felt fear. not just because of the man before you, but of what consequences that could be in store for you because of your past actions.

blade chuckles darkly at your ‘realization’. “do you need a reminder?”

you hear fireworks being set off in the background but you don’t make a single move to see what was happening. the man in front of you bares his teeth a little, and before he could beat you to it, you grab ahold of the back of his head and lean in spontaneously.

the kiss was not slow, sensational or soft. rather it was exactly the opposite. it was all teeth and tongue, your emotions colliding aggressively as you both battle them out. he tastes like nothing you note, until you taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue. suddenly, he takes control, hands sliding and setting themselves firmly on your hips. 

blade was not a forgiving man, you know that now. so why are you hoping for more outbursts like this again? why are you imagining waking up to kisses like these, knowing your lives couldn’t be anymore different?

your vision was growing hazy and your eyes half lidded, threatening to shut. your soft whines against him fuel him even more, his eyes glowing a vibrant red with the light of the fireworks reflecting off of him. your lips detach from his with a delicious ‘pop!’, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before he goes in and starts kissing your throat.

you prided yourself on being a smart woman, able to handle difficult situations with ease. you suppose nothing could have prepared you for this moment in your life, you’ve never met someone filled with as much rage and passion as blade. he was destiny’s slave. and you can’t resist his desperation as much as you’d have liked, instead yours just as much matched his own.

you now realize how close your bodies are. his unusually cold hands are starting to feel warmer now, and a few sweat beads make it down your forehead. you throw your head back, eyes closed shut in pleasure, the wind cooling you off — and at the tip of your tongue, his name. 

“blade…”

he pays you no mind, groaning against your throat as his hands roam around, one sitting on the side of your head and the other on the plush of your ass. he smiles against your skin as you pant out soft gasps, your hands gripping hard in his hair.

blade winces slightly as you pull his hair back, your face flushed and your neck covered in love bites. he looks at you with an unreadable expression before letting his hands fall down to his sides. it appears his old stoic self is back.

you look at him wistfully through your lashes, the fireworks now having subsided and sounds of cheers and drinks clinking making their way inside the vast rooms of the ship. 

you took this as a sign that your time was over with him.

just as you were about to say your farewell and hurriedly make up some excuse that black swan was expecting you, blade takes something out of his pocket slowly and toys with it in his hands. 

it was your dagger.

with a soft exclamation, you reach out towards it. however, it seemed that he had different plans, for he swiftly pulls it away — giving you an annoyingly taunting look with just his brows. he dangles it with his finger through the hole at the base, the metal shimmering.

“are you done?” you prod, crossing your hands.

he looks at you for a little longer, almost as if he’s deciding on whether or not to give it to you. and with careful consideration it seems, he turns to leave.

you supposed this was the stellaron hunter’s way of saying that you two will have to meet again for you to be able to finally take your dagger back, so you let it go. his long dark teal and red hair flow behind him against the wind before he jumps and disappears into the darkness beyond your reach.

“alis volat propiis…” you hum as you yourself turn around as well, staring down at the dying crowd and dimming lights. the promise etched into your wrist always felt like a burden to carry around, with countless theories and what-ifs clouding your thoughts every day. 

actually meeting him changed the way you felt, and you felt yourself already looking forward to your next encounter. maybe you would be able to work with such a childish want.

“he flies by his own wings.”

i saw jing yuan moodboard, and now im carving blade moodboard 😭 (you are my favorite moodboard account <3)

Dating Blade <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I would actually do for this man- and thank youuu for the loveeee!!!! <333

omg congrats on pulling bladie!!! big brother blade lives on my mind ngl ik he loves to spoil his lil sister’s pussy the second his parents r outta the houseee ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 . blade x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. brief anal. creampie. a litl bit of possessive bladie. he says some dubious things. just a smidge of jealousy. “little girl” usage. breeding mention. unedited ofkurs ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.4k ﾉ 18+ ﾉ if uncomfy pls scroll or block ^_^

muhehe tysm ! ! still trying to build him ! he’s far from perfect but at least he’s at home with me. yk I had 2 pull through nd write smthn icky for him but I did go in a tad bit different direction :<<

you feel it, regret pooling in the pit of your stomach like rocks settling at the bottom of a shallow lake. the beating of your heart stutters out of tandem with the batter of blades hips.

his firm hands anchor themselves on the softness of your lower back, dull nails digging into your skin like thorns.

he fucks you with such depravity, and your obnoxiously noisy cunt salivated in response to the familiar bump of his cock. 

it was far too late for regrets, you knew it well, even as he’s buried himself to the hilt. your parents were a thing of the past, but there’s always the potential of subjecting an innocent passerby to the sight of your brother rubbing your tender insides with his cock. 

despite your roused state, you're still capable of reason, though your brother seemed to have a complete disregard for it.

“b-bladie.”

it’s soft on his ears, polite, although honeyed with a subtle warning accompanied by the slow pulse of your cunt. 

his cock twitches from your quiet plea. he’s close, and at this point, he knows better than to cross the line any further, but you were elusive to your own charms. how could he bury his urges when your round and soft butt continued to smack against his pelvis ? your cunt drooled each time he pulled out.

 its such a sight for sore eyes, and somehow his gaze kept wandering to the tight rim above, making his breathing ragged— almost animalistic.

 he’s seen all of you, sights no older brother should witness, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more.

it should terrify you, the lengths he goes to stake his claim over you. coming as close as threatening to breed you and keep you bound to him like a pet. predators would be wise to never cross the hunter, even they could sense the extent of his prowess. 

blade purposefully keeps you out of his affairs, but you know he’s a fearsome warrior. he’s tall and slender and with each movement, his hulk of muscle flexes. he’s strong enough to drag your body up and down his member, serving as a stark reminder of the gap in strength.

blade's palms, rough from wielding his ancient sword, settled on both sides of your waist, steels its grip. his thumb presses against your back, and the tips of his fingers meet at your belly button.

he bounces you on his cock, using you like a doll factored for fucking. he lifted you repeatedly like you weighed nothing and all you could do was submit to his brutal pace. 

blade bites his lip to prevent curses from escaping.

he feels . . . good, better than usual. your swollen pussy tugs on his length, drawing out the remnants of his willpower. the desire to cum and bury it in your womb causes blood to rush.

like you can sense the danger, you peer over your shoulder cautiously. 

“you h-have to pull out . . y’can’t just cum inside, okay ?”

such a redundant conversation, and he pays it no mind. 

what good would it be to do something so risky—so wrong, but for blade, it would be worth the peril. 

he doesn’t acknowledge your admonition, instead pressing you further into the sheets, elongating the arch in your back.

“stay still.” 

his hand collides with your backside and a startled gasp echoes. the apple of your ass cheek stings, while the damp release between your thighs becomes stickier. 

the weight on the bed dips when your big brother lowers himself. his chest presses to your back when he fucks you again.

roaring slaps of moist flesh lie thick in the air. you’re soft, so fragile in his embrace that he could crush you like a dainty flower trampled from being hidden between shards of grass.

when blade feels that familiar tender pulse of your cunt signaling your finish, he painfully pulls out as per your whiny request. he utterly despised having to separate himself from you, but nonetheless, he obeys your wishes. sort of.

his cock stands tall and thick, cream dripping from the edge of his tip. your pussy is agape in front of him, but his eyes linger on the tight coil of your ass.

rough palms enclose in a tight fist around his shaft. he pumps his cock, staring daggers at the rim until his balls hang heavier.

he wanted to empty them, he wanted nothing more than to milk his cock using your sweet cunt, but the hunger that normally consumed him wanted something else for a change. 

he slaps his tip against your puckered hole, humping the pretty flesh. his leaking head increasingly swells as the seconds pass by, turning bright pink. the hunter groans, and heaves, his sickening thoughts running rampant while he envisions himself filling up his little sister. 

he’s no longer computing, his body moves on autopilot, and he’s wiping his glossy tip over your ass. 

“hnn-! n-no more. not there bladie !”

you squeal. the sensation is new and foreign, and you find yourself torn between begging for more or scrambling away.

a growing smirk settles on his face, and you see a slither of his sharp teeth.

“you're mouthy today. maybe i should put my cock somewhere else instead.”

you tense when his tip probes your tight muscle again, rubbing it in circles. he was stimulating your ass, forcing your pussy to twitch out of neglect. 

he mumbles to himself. 

“such a brainless girl. i thought i made it clear that i take what i want.”

his orbital pools mimicking the color of blood narrow. he’s almost there, sloppily fucking the skin of your ass until the slippery head of his member breaches the tight ring. and then he snaps. 

with a single, calculated thrust, relief rains down in waves. he buries his cock in all the way as streams of his cum spurt out, dressing your walls in milky webs.

it’s warm as it fills your insides and your mind becomes a foggy maze. instead of your big brother cumming inside your cunt, he emptied his load in your ass, and nothing but burgeoning heat swallows you up. 

“thats it . . take what i give you.”

it’s hard to retain anything when his breath tickles the sides of your cheek and his pulsing sack mushes against your clit. 

“no part of you is off limits, little girl.” 

by now, you're writhing, and you can’t think about how full you felt. not when his words had you mewling out of shame and excitement.

blade makes sure to deliver a few more thrusts, just to be certain that he’s been thoroughly drained. his heart thrums against his chest, reminding him that he's real—you’re real, and that his cock is stretching his little sister’s ass.

his breathing becomes uneven, the exhales of air caressing the plains of your damp skin.

he lowers his head, his lips settling by the shell of your  ear. 

“soon . .”

long strands of his hair fall into place , resting on your own skin.

“i'll cum inside this tiny cunt and there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.”

a shiver runs down your spine. equal parts of fear and eagerness for that fateful day of promise.

when he pulls out, his seed drips from your opening down the length of your slit. both of his hands grab your ass cheeks to watch the cum nestle between your lower lips and spill on the already soiled sheets. 

carefully he watches your cunt push out the remnants, watching it cascade in thick dollops. 

“such greedy holes.” 

you puff out your cheeks and move the stringy hairs from your face. 

“stop it . . it’s so embarrassing when you say that .” 

you attempt to kick him off, and of course it’s thwarted by his iron hold on you.

he presses a sloppy kiss on your asshole, uncaring of the mess coating your sensitive parts. 

“eeeeeeeek -! you’re sooooooo gross, bladie ! get away from me !”

he spanks your ass to hush your outburst.

“shut up.”

he kisses you to silence more of your complaints. the faint taste of cum on his soft lips mingling against your spit - slicked ones. 

 he pulls away audibly, taking a calm breath. 

“you're seeing jing yuan tomorrow.”

you raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of the general.

your brother is nothing less of a maverick, only keeping you close and others at a less than reasonable distance.

jing yuan however complicated things. while they weren't as close, anymore you still made an effort to see him despite their soured relationship.

in his scarce free time when he wasn't resting, he taught you all sorts of things. he helped time escape you when boredom struck in blade's absence. 

you nod stiffly, still skeptical at the hunter before you. you're wary of his intentions, but too stimulated to care. 

blade's face betrays no emotion and so, you’re suddenly startled.

you gasp when his teeth nicks at your neck.

he sucks the skin for a few seconds and then kisses the spot he bruised. proud of his handiwork he pulls away to speak up once more. you can nearly hear his smugness.

“. . . send my regards to the general.”

   ׅ ౨ৎ 𝓶𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: in which you prepare a little surprise for your precious bladie on valentines day.

blade x fem!reader , mdni, nsfw, soft + mean blade , kisses , p → v , unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of lingerie, praises, creampie, blade just adores you !! w.c: 1.5k

blade's eyes widened in surprise as he entered the room and caught sight of you in your alluring lingerie. the adrenaline from the mission still coursing through his veins, his usual facade cracked for a moment, revealing a flicker of raw desire. his gaze roamed over your form, taking in every delicate detail of the pink lingerie that adorned your body. "angel," he breathed, "what's all this?" his eyes remained locked on you, unable to tear his gaze away.

"happy valentines day? d . . do you like it?" you nervously chuckled, fidgeting the lace of your lingerie, the one you picked earlier that day to surprise him. seems like you've made him speechless so you ticked that box inside of your head as you carefully watch his expression.

blade's gaze remained fixed on you, his desire evident in his eyes. he slowly approached you, his movements purposeful and controlled. then he slowly reached out, his fingers gently tracing along the delicate lace of your lingerie.

"like it? no, angel," he replied, his voice low and filled with conviction. "i don't just like it. i love it. you look absolutely stunning in that lingerie." he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin.

"this was supposed to be a surprise you know. . but i think i was the one who got surprised by your early return from your mission. . how was it?" you were stalling. he noticed. you always do this whenever you seemed nervous, and it only made the boiling desires within him heightened. he was going to devour you, right here, right now, in that little cute lingerie of yours.

"let's not talk about the mission right now angel," he didn't even let you reply when he suddenly leaned in to finally capture your lips in a heated kiss, his actions clearly speaking louder than words.

blade's kiss deepened, his passion igniting as he explored your mouth with a hunger that matched his touch. his hand roamed your body, tracing the curves of your figure with possessive intent. the soft fabric of the lingerie felt exquisite against his fingertips, only adding to the intensity of his desire. he broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he peppered light kisses and nips along your sensitive skin. "you're so beautiful, angel," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of desire and reverence.

"only for y- you. ." you murmured under batted breaths, already shuddering under the touch of his lips on your skin.

his lips curled into a dark smirk as he noticed your reaction to his touch. he didn't waste his time as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently. he continued to trail kisses along your skin, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. his fingers dipped beneath the lace of your thong, teasing your soaked slit with feather-light touches. "you're already so wet for me, angel," he husked, his voice dripping with desire. "you're always ready for me, aren't you?" he increased the pressure of his touch, sliding a finger between your slick folds, relishing in the way you trembled beneath him.

"nhnn. . t- touched myself for you.. before you arrived. . . thought about you. . mhmm!" you writhed when he added another finger inside, hitting that spot.

his fingers continued to explore your wetness, finding that spot that made you quiver with pleasure. "you thought about me, mhmm?" he growled, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. "did you imagine my fingers inside you, angel?" he curled his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to that sweet spot, his thumb expertly rubbing against your sensitive clit. "i'll make those fantasies come true," he whispered.

"b- bladie !! p - please. . !" you felt like he was doing this for his own enjoyment, you knew that he liked it when you were like this.

blade's lips curled into a smug grin as he felt your body quivering with pleasure beneath his touch. He could hear the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in the room, only fueling his desire further. he continued to finger you relentlessly, his movements skilled and precise. "please what, angel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure. "do you want to come? beg for it. beg me to make you come."

"can I please come? pleaseeee bladieee p- p lease let me come!" you whimpered, toes already curling as you felt like you were going to see stars as you felt yourself nearly over the edge.

your desperation only fueled his own desire. he could feel the pulsating walls of your core tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that you were on the brink of climax. with a final curl of his fingers and a swift flick of his thumb against your clit, he granted your plea. "come for me, angel," he commanded, his voice husky with dominance. "let go and give in to your pleasure." he continued to stimulate you, prolonging your orgasm as he reveled in the sight and sound of your release.

when he saw your shuddering form under him, it didn't take a while for him to unzip his pants off, eyes burning with hunger as he watched you experience the waves of pleasure washing over you. he relished in the sight of your body quivering, your moans filling the room. but he wasn't done with you yet. without giving you a moment to catch your breath, he positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly tracing the tip of his cock along your abdomen before sliding it down to your slick slit.

you couldn't wait, even as you were still sensitive, you couldn't help but to nudge your hips to let his tip pop inside.

"impatient, aren't you, angel?" he taunted, his hot breath grazing your ear. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing his cock against your slick folds, but not yet entering you. "patience, my dear. good things come to those who wait," he murmured, his voice filled with a sadistic pleasure. blade continued to tease you, his cock teasingly grazing your entrance, but intentionally denying you the satisfaction of his full penetration.

"p - please 's not enough bladie. . w-want you fully inside. ."

he couldn't deny the desperation and longing in your voice, the way your body craved his fullness. With a low growl, he gave in to your request. he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he finally thrust himself deep inside you. yhe feeling of your tightness engulfing him sent a surge of pleasure through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. he held you close, his grip firm yet gentle as he began to move, each thrust filling you completely.

"f-fuckkk s-so good. . so good !" you were trying your best to kiss him back in that position. how utterly cute, he thought.

blade's thrusts grew more relentless, his hips meeting yours with a primal rhythm. the sounds of your moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of your bodies filled the room, creating a symphony of desire. he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he claimed your skin with marks of his own. "you feel so fucking good, angel," he groaned against your skin, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. "you're mine, all mine."

"m- might not be a safe day for me i- if you come inside . ." you softly whisper against his ear, legs already locking into place around the curve of his as he continued fucking you relentlessly, not minding your words one bit.

his obsession and intoxication with you clouded his judgment, causing him to disregard your concerns. he continued to thrust into you with unwavering intensity, his need to claim you overriding any sense of caution. "i don't care, angel," his voice filled with a primal hunger. "i'll fucking . . nghh. .! take responsibility for whatever comes next." his thrusts became even more fervent, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"nhnn! r- really? a- aah! bladie !"

his finger now onto your sensitive nipple through the lace fabric of your lingerie, eliciting gasps and moans from you. "yes angel, fuck, i don't mind it." he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and possessiveness. "all I want is to feel you unravel beneath me." his ministrations on your nipple became more intense, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pinches, heightening your pleasure even more.

when you couldn't bare it anymore, he was there to come with you, he watched you succumb to the pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. the sound of your moans and the clenching walls of your core around him pushed him to the edge as well. with one final thrust, he followed you over the edge, his own release coursing through his body. he let out a low growl of pleasure, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you. he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure, his body pressed against yours, as he relished in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

"my valentine, thank you for making this day special. for making every single day special for me. for us." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close.

blade himself still couldn't believe that he has someone like you now. to call someone as his, his lover, his everything.

ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡

would you still love me with blood on my hands? ft. blade

nsfw. blade is very soft and in love with you, mentions of blood and violence, he is called “ren” in this fic, illusions to reader being reincarnated, hes a groaner #sorrynotsorry

the thing blade loves about you is how unconditional your love for him is. no matter how many times he comes home, his palms and chest oozing with blood from his cuts, you still collect him into your arms and wrap a gauze over his bleeding wounds. as soft and gentle as your touches are, blade can’t help but want to push you away, tell you to not bother with him because your soft, pure hands don’t deserve to touch his tainted skin.

yet you push past all his walls, you push past the gauze he wraps around his chest and heart and tear through it and force him to accept your love. no matter how ridged his body may go every time you run your fingers through his hair or slide them over his bare waist in the mornings, he will continue to melt into your warmth.

his head rests against your chest, reminding himself he must live for as long as your heartbeats. once you are gone he can live however he pleases, be as reckless as he wishes to be. he can truly be a weapon of destruction, be a true pawn for nanook.

until then though, blade will allow you to warm his freezing body and heart, allow you to slip your hands into his and calm down the turmoil in his mind.

when you gently slot your lips onto his for the first time in months, blade can’t help but want to sob. you’re so soft, so loving. a tear does slip down his cheek, sliding itself into your tongues. the salty-sweet taste of your combined tears making your desperation for one another even stronger.

“ren,” you call out to him as his chapped lips kiss down your jawbone. he doesn’t respond, he never does. but his hands grip at your hips, pulling you further onto his lap. your knees dig into the sofa cushions, lips agape. you make quick work of his jacket, unbuttoning the front and allowing it to slip off of him.

his hands glide under your tanktop, freeing your chest from the cloth. he pulls away from your skin to take a look at you. your cheeks are flushed the same color as the bites on your neck and collarbone.

blade stares at you, deep into your eyes. he stares so intensely that you have to look away and hide your face from him. he sighs, taking your two smaller hands into his, placing them onto his heart. his beating heart. you gasp slightly at the feeling, eyes welling with tears.

that’s right— he’s your ren. he will live for you. he has lived hundreds of years by your side. he has watched you come back to him in every lifetime. he always kisses the 刃 symbol on your nape, allowing to be a seal of his love for you.

no matter how many times you have died in his arms, how many lifetimes you have loved him, blade always knows it is your because of this mark. he does not believe in any specific god, but he thanks al the aeons out there for always leading you back to him.

you love him despite his heart and hands being tainted with blood— with violence and anger. you are able to calm him.

you were his muse when he once lived as yingxing, you are his reason as he now lives as blade.

blade’s hands find their way to your chest and waist, tugging your body even closer to him. his free hand groaps at your chest, gently swirling the sensitive nipple between his fingers. your face is pressed into his neck, whimpering and whining at the feeling of his rough fingertips. he hums against your skin as his other hand slides under your skirt, thumbing at your panties.

“ren, stop teasing,” you whine into his scarred skin, fingers digging into his bare shoulders. you suck at the soft skin of his neck, your teeth gently toying with it. he finally retracts his hand and slides off your skirt and lays you properly on the couch.

his hands slide up and down your thighs, parting the limbs around his waist. he gets a good look at your satin panties slicked and soiled. he kisses up and down your tummy, playfully biting at your skin. you yelp, giggling as he tickles you gently.

he chuckles softly and your heart melts. that’s a noise you haven’t heard in months. your hands cup his face, bringing it back up to yours for a kiss. your arms loop around his neck as the two of you indulge in this moment. his hands make quick work of your panties and his belt.

the metal jingles as it falls to the ground, and blade pops open the button of his pants. his fingers wrap around the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps as his other hand slides between your legs. the moment his finger sinks into your cunt, a squelching noise is heard.

your face flushes deeply as you melt back into his neck, puffing and whining. he chuckles again, kissing your ears as he enjoys your embarrassment.

“you’re awfully wet,” he says in that raspy voice of his. your head is swirling as his thumb comes up and toys with your clit. right then his fingers find your favorite spot and curls into it.

“oh ren!” you moan, head falling back against the arm rest of the sofa. he smiles into your neck, leaving marks and kisses. he slides another finger into your cunt, scissoring you open to fit him inside.

“you’re so pretty,” he says under his breath as he pulls out his fingers. he takes a hold of his cock, tapping the leaky head of it against your clit for good measure. it causes you to buck your hips up into him to which he gently smiles.

he lines himself up with your hole, watching as your face contorts when he pushes himself into you. blade can’t believe how beautiful you are. your hands search for his and he gives into you. his icy cold hand intertwines with yours, squeezing it gently as you squeeze around his cock.

he lets out a sort of whine when you wiggle your hips gently. you push him back against the sofa and allow yourself to be on top. your knees dig into the cushion again, as you sink yourself deeper onto him.

he looks at you with his lips agape and chest rising. his neck is littered with bites and lipstick stains from you. you giggle to yourself wishing you had a camera to commemorate this moment. blade pinches your waist, brows furrowing.

“what are you laughing at?” he suddenly feels a bit self conscious as tries to sit up, but you giggle again and push him back down.

“your eyes are beautiful, ren.” you say to him in a gingerly tone. blade’s hands that rested on your hips loop around your waist now, pressing his face into your chest. you kiss the top of his head and finally decide to move on his cock.

he unexpectedly groans, grabbing onto your hips. however, he doesn’t stop you as the pleasure shocks his body. he feels your throb whenever he makes any sort of noise, so he pushes himself closer to your ear and groans when you bounce on his cock.

the sound of your cunt mixing into his cock is like music to his ears. your whiney noises make blade’s cock leak even more and he swears he could cum to the sound of your voice. your lips find his again, greedily latching onto him.

the desperation and need to cum overtakes your body as you fasten your pace. blade aids you, moving your hips up and down his cock. his free hand finds its way between your bodies and flicks at your clit making you gush around him.

“you can come, love.” he says so softly, you almost don’t hear it. with a few more rubs at your clit and with his lips sucking at your nipples you fall apart onto his lap.

“oh my- ren im cumming, oh!” you let out a squeak, moaning shakily as you cum all over his cock. blade isnt to far behind you as he pushes you down onto the sofa, hooking your leg over his shoulder and fucking into your soaking heat. he dips his head down to the curve of your neck and groans as he cums. the both of you swear you came again hearing his noises.

blade looks down at you as you catch your breath. he gathered you back into his arms, allowing you to lay comfortably on his lap. he moves any hair out of your face, leaving a plethora of soft kisses along your cheeks and lips which make you giggle. you cup his jaw and watch the way he nuzzles his face into the warmth of your palm.

“ren,” you call out his name and he looks at you attentively. you lean up, leaving a kiss onto the scar on his heart and look back into his crimson eyes.

“i love you.” and for the first time in his life, blade believes he is worth being loved despite the scars and blood that stains his hands.

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warnings!! yingxing x female reader. he's a tease. cunnilingus. vry light pussy slapping. semi-public. you refer to him as 'gege'. petnames: darling, angel. not proofread i wrote this and go eep immediately jus smth short to make up for lack of updates!!! bye i'm embarrassed ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

glands of sweat roll down the skin of yingxing's neck, sticking to the shiny silver strands of his hair—though it does little to separate his mouth from your drooling cunt.

"yingxing—gege, not here...your friends might catch us—ah—" such a funny joke you uttered, to assume that he would be able to stop lapping up your juices when they taste just as sweet—perhaps even better—than the wine he delight in with the quintet.

he doesn't say it directly, opting to bury his head deeper into the crevice of your legs, bringing up two fingers to plant a light smack over your swollen pussy as a small warning and groaning in dissatisfaction when a dollop of your slick trickle down your skin before it falls to the wooden floor—such a waste, he thinks.

the craftsman pulls away for a moment, and oh how lewd he looks right now; threads of your essence webbing on his lips, drenching the tip of his nose and his chin. though not a trace of shame is found on his face—instead, he looks almost elated while drinking your blissful expression, pride buzzing through his entire body as he rubs circles across your thighs. (all littered and covered in teeth marks from your previous escapades)

"hmm? are you scared, darling?" he teases, wiping the wetness off his face only to lick it all clean off his digits, "rest easy, and be good for me, yeah? the door is locked, and the high elder is not a ghost who can step past a wall. you're safe with me, i promise,"

you nod, "j-jus'... make it quick, will you?"

yingxing chuckles, a rather sweet gentle smile spreading from ear to ear across his face, "of course, angel," he stands up, now towering over your smaller stature as the sound of his belt and trousers being undone reaches your ears, the fat head of his cock now inching dangerously close towards the center of your puffy folds, "though i can't promise you that i will be gentle,"

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fem reader. prone bone. biting. kai gave me a rock so i must provide more blade as thanks. i think he’s very heavy so like::: yum. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

“you’re squirming too much.” BLADE growls as his huge body curls over yours - you can feel the wet smear of his lips along the curve of your shoulder, accompanied by the slight tease of his teeth as he speaks and his chest presses tight against your back.

his grip is vice-tight as he squeezes at your waist to lift you into each heavy clap of his hips with yours, fucking you from behind and you can barely keep yourself steady with the power in which each one carries. its hard for you not to squirm when every deep kiss of his cock feels like it reaches through to your lungs, stealing your breath with every wet connection as you gasp- shake.

but blade’s next growl is even lower when you wiggle your hips against his once more, making him click his tongue like his patience is wearing thin, but that only seems to make him go harder, faster. which in turn makes it even harder for you to keep any sort of sanity when he’s mercilessly rutting into you like a wild animal in heat.

it’s too much; he’s thick and long, making you feel incredibly warm when his cock is effortlessly grinding against the swollen spots inside of you that he can’t help but shower in attention. your disobedience only seems to fuel the fire that’s burning a blaze in his gut - although he makes sure to make his mood known; when his next breath is followed by him sinking his teeth into the dip of your shoulder.

it’s obvious in blade’s movements that your squirming is knocking recklessly at his self control - having to deal with every wiggle of your hips along with every needy, warm twitch of your walls around him makes him feel like he’s slowly slipping into bliss. little by little, thrust by thrust as he watches the way your fist curls into the sheets beneath you - feeling you tense and twist, and only kept steady by his hands as they only seem to grip tighter with every movement, fighting against you to keep you still.

he’s had enough of you not listening, he gave you your chance.

“fine.” he grunts, followed by a particularly sharp thrust makes you jolt, shuddering as you push back into him and you can feel the way he’s breathing deep against you, his head nuzzling it’s way into the crook of your neck with his next long sigh. “have it your way then.”

you’re far too deep in your already blissed out state to realise what’s about to happen before it actually does, and it’s with little effort that blade manages to take you down, moving your body with such unbridled ease and strength as he uses his own to press you flat into the mattress beneath you, the sheets soft against your chest.

the first initial drop of the stellaron hunter’s body weight on top of you almost takes the air out of your lungs, but having his weight on you wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - he’d folded you in half more times than you could count with little strength.

this was an easy game for him.

but still, it’s different now when it’s accompanied by an even deeper kiss of blade’s cock, the new found position only allowing him to push even further into your slick walls as he groans - ragged and hungry as he presses into you unwaveringly.

“‘ts so deep, so much—“ you gasp as the damp, sweat slick press of his broad chest keeps you flat against the mattress, your words muffled against the comforter beneath you - almost lost entirely as he leaves you pliant and dizzy, lying beneath him to take everything he gives to you.

but even with you pressed beneath blade’s body, your own still jolts with the weight of each heavy thrust, driven by the hard, trained muscle in your lovers body that’s obvious from appearance alone - although it feels much different.. better when it’s used for other means outwith the battlefield, like to ease every collision of his body with yours.

“disobedience is a bad habit of yours.” he grits. his hips don’t stutter beneath the quick pace he’s set, he still has no trouble pushing against the sweet spots inside of your body that have your hands curling into the sheets beneath you to pull - like you’re trying to run from the pleasure despite the way you melt beneath him all the same.

and by your next ragged, struggled breath you feel blade’s teeth return to trail the path they’d left earlier, teasing along your skin until he’s sinking them into you again, and the searing sensation it leaves to warm across your shoulder makes you jolt, before you’re once again pressed even tighter beneath him to keep you still.

its like he’s deliberately causing you to disobey, to squirm against him - every ruthless thrust almost feels like a reward as much as a punishment when his cock only seems to press deeper into you each time.

“are you quite done yet?” blade grunts around your skin with the next languid roll of his hips, his tongue laving out a moment later to clean along the raised skin and you gasp, walls squeezing around him at the sensitivity as you shake and it makes him stutter mercifully, although to his own surprise, at how good you feel.

the crack in his own exterior only seems to ignite something within him as you watch his hands twist in the comforter beside your own - grasping at the fabric from what you can see from your own bleary gaze.

you almost feel blade’s next question twist in your gut with how close he is, like he buries it there with his next roll into you, “or must i go to other lengths to make you listen?” it feels like it warms you from the inside out as you moan into your sheets.

you can barely arch with how tight he has you caged beneath him, mouthing and suckling along the sensitive spots in your neck now as his dark bangs trace along your collarbones.

as much as blade may seem stoic - he’s ruthlessly chasing his pleasure; his blissful end, and with the new position he’s already fighting back the flames of his orgasm that lick at the base of his spine. it’s obvious in the way you can hear every ragged, wild breath he takes as he bites and suckles marks along your skin.

but he’s never been one to let you get off easily regardless of that, and you’re well aware that you’re nowhere near done when you feel him move you once more, although barely.

blade’s hands reach to squeeze at your hips as he pins you to the mattress and he feels closer now despite the way his body is already flush with yours. it makes your toes curl, legs struggling to kick out from beneath him at how good and deep he suddenly feels as you bury yourself into the mattress - squished beneath your lovers muscle and the room-spinning pleasure.

“will that do?” he breathes, although he knows you won’t manage a real answer, groaning a moment later when the next throb of his cock knocks the air from your lungs - making your cunt squeeze around him tight, and suddenly he’s melting even deeper into you and letting even more of his weight rest over you.

all you can do is take it - to bury yourself in the sheets beneath you, to drool over and soak them as you fight to even blink without your eyes rolling back, because even with how wound up blade is, he’s still so driven by the way you gasp and breathe out his name against the comforter, every syllable buried between the seams as he gives more to you in the hopes of hearing even more of that sound.

“no matter. you simply have to take it.”

It's 11pm and I can't stop thinking of ballroom dancing with Blade. Thinking of how he's a man of few emotions. He doesn't smile much, he doesn't talk much and he looks so annoyed as he was held hostage to attend this ballroom dance but when he sees you in the distance, standing at the base of the wide staircase, you swear you see his face change. It's subtle. The change in his expression is subtle, like the faint breeze that seems to blow past your face when you walk closer to him. There are several hundred people in this large banquet hall but all you see is him. There are so many men wearing elegant suits but they all look dull compared to this handsome man who dons the most exquisite four-piece suit you have seen in your life.

It doesn't matter what he is to you. A stranger, an enemy, a friend or a lover, you're mesmerised. Perhaps it is the soft lights of the hall that cause everything to be coated in a heavenly glow or perhaps it is the enchanting live music that's playing in the background; you don't know what it is, all you know is you're spellbound by this man.

You're speechless as you watch his figure come closer to you, his aura both scaring you and captivating you. You know he is a dangerous man and the way he walks and keeps his head high is a clear indication of that but you never feared danger and you most certainly didn't fear him. If he was a glass of poison and you were a parched prisoner, you would most happily drink it down with a smile on your face. This man was the epitome of risks and you were willing to hand yourself over to him.

He stands before you with a blank face but god you can tell that underneath his icy exterior, he's pleased to see you. Amidst the hundreds of strangers he's drawn to you and you only, like a moth that finds its way to the light no matter the obstacles in the path. You mentally trace his figure and with each passing second your heart is beating louder and louder as if confirming your want for him.

The way his large calloused hand extend outward to silently invite you to a dance, the way your small fragile hand perfectly fits into his like a missing puzzle piece; perhaps that's exactly what you were to him, the missing shard of his shattered heart. A silly little smile spreads on your face and you cannot stop yourself from doing so as you look into his crimson eyes. His eyes speak a thousand words to your soul and you just know he's going to be your Achilles heel. You forget how to breathe as your lungs collapse and the oxygen leaves your body when he gently wraps an arm around your waist. The grip he has on you surprises you, it is not a request but a statement of how he wants you. You swear you feel his fingers through the layers of your dress and by god do you feel weak under his touch.

He gently sways you at the first beat of the song, intertwining his free hand into yours as his gaze remains fixated on you. The candles in the room so beautifully mirror that crimson blaze of his eyes and you find yourself lost in his eyes, completely enthralled by how wonderful they look. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul and you could finally attest to this, for his eyes swirled with peril and terror. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you had no objections.

He continues to lead the dance, spinning you around as you both make your way through the ballroom in each other's arms. Neither of you says a word; the way you're holding each other with so much conviction and the silent long gazes in each other's eyes speak more than any word that comes out of your mouth will. Yet he finally says something.

"Stunning."

You tilt your head in confusion, wondering what he's talking about.

"You are stunning."

"Oh."

A blush spreads on your face and you look away from him, suddenly embarrassed by his compliment. He softly chuckles which makes you burn up even more.

"T-thank you."

You manage to say and continue to avert your gaze away from him. The ballroom music fills the silence between you both before he speaks again.

"Keep your eyes on me."

He brings your joint hand to your chin and gently lifts it to face him better. Chills run down your spine from his touch and you gulp. You feel bare under his sharp gaze as you watch his eyes trace your facial features before making eye contact. Subconsciously, you hold onto his hand letting the warmth of his skin diffuse into yours.

In the heat of the moment, you fail to realise that both of you are away from the public eyes, hidden away in the dark corners of the banquet hall where no man will see. It is only when you take notice of the quietness surrounding you does it dawn upon you. You look back at him and hurriedly speak, afraid someone might catch you both in such a position.

"We should head back."

"Not so fast."

"Blade-"

He tugs on your waist causing you to stumble forward and grip his suit coat. The proximity of you both makes your heart beat furiously and you know he can hear the pounding. The arm on your waist only tightens as he leans into your ear.

"When will I see you again?"

He whispers and that deep rumbling of his voice drives you crazy, causing your brain to short-circuit. You inhale his strong masculine scent and grip his coat harder.

"Ask for me at the gates of the estate."

"Asking for you is not enough, I desire you."

His words are shutting down every sensible nerve in you, like a poison taking over its victim, sweetly and slowly.

"You know better than anyone else I cannot hand myself over to you. Not like this."

"My mortal vessel desires you more than I need air for my lungs."

You say nothing more and inch closer to his face, planting a kiss near his lips. You know you are too deep in the water but at this point, you would rather drown in your desire than drag yourself out of his currents.

"I will see you when dusk approaches tomorrow. Ask for me."

You whisper back and smile, slowly pulling yourself away from his arms. The loss of contact already gives you severe withdrawals and you know you have signed up for trouble. He lets you go, watching you disappear from his line of sight as he clenches and unclenches his fist. Want was not a strong enough word to explain what he felt for you.

No, this was the very need of his existence. You being his, by his side was the sole reason his heart had to continue beating. His eyes never leave your body as he finally loses you from his vision and sighs. When will he see you, the one whose name he has etched into his heart, again?

On the other end of the banquet hall, you find yourself clasping the hand he held, breathing heavily as you replay everything in your head again.

If wanting him was going to destroy you, you would gladly be torn into pieces and put back together by him. If loving him was going to hurt, you were willing to let every fibre of your body beg for mercy. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.