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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.”
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.”
Broken Memories
Genre: angst
A/N: More older stuff to post, hope you all enjoy. I did a quick proofread but knowing me I'll just say that there still may be some grammar mistakes :p
Lofty clouds sail over the Xianzhou Lofu, welcoming some distant warmth to befall the people after what felt like years and years worth of rain. Fresh air brings in the freshness which the rain left behind, feeling like a new slate of paper ready to be written on, but Blade just watches on in solemn silence. Tendrils of pain and ache make its way through his body in steady, continuous waves, not letting him relax, but not letting him move either. For him, only the present moment exists, and in a twisted way he is forced to accept it. His life knows no end, so he makes scarce peace with the present.
Remembrance of days already long and gone make their way to his head, when white locks fell down his back instead of raven black, and when he had friends to speak off, company to talk to, and dreams to dream about. In the long faded and broken memories he sees himself, Yingxing, strike a hot piece of metal over and over again until he gets it to the desired dimensions. Deft hands grab onto the pincers and tools and a bucket of cold water to mend the metal, and the process flows on effortlessly under his watchful gaze. Yingxing feels even more anxiety pool in his chest unlike he usually feels, his gaze fixated on carving the blade to have a more intricate design - this was no ordinary blade in the end, made to be given to some soldier or some higher up as compensation, no - it was a gift. It had to be perfect. Beyond perfect.
The dagger was curved and elegant, and in his hands it demonstrated to perfect balance between the point and hilt, and many little details were put into it in colors of gold and rose gold, your favorite gemstones, your favorite color in the leather grip, your favorite shapes, and about anything else he could incorporate into the dagger without overthrowing its aesthetic and its practical use. It shines beautifully under the pale sunlight, the rain clouds drifting away after days worth of rain. Yingxing smiles at his work, lifting it up above his head until he sees the reflection of his own eyes in the blade, full of mirth and under one eye there’s a smudge of charcoal. He can’t help the pride that makes his chest swell, and neither can he afford to wait for the following day to give it to you. So he makes quick work of packaging the blade and following the narrow roads, searching the entire city until he finds you and just gives the gift to you right then and there, in broad daylight with little introduction. Red paper is wrapped around the wooden box, not in the most skilled way, but in a caring way, and he relishes in the compliments you rain down upon him when he explains what it is, or even why he gave it to you. For once he feels really seen. His life-long mission is for once cast aside in favor of admiring this little side quest he ventured upon. And he feels like he could throw everything away if it meant seeing your joy every day. That evening you have invited him back to your home, served him tea and shared your events of the day, along with more passionate comments about the gifted dagger.
Blade sighs, remembering your smile, your face, and he remembers how different it now looks in his distorted memories. He is forgetting.. He knows the face he sees in his memories is not the one he knew, he feels it in his bones and in his blackened heart. There is just something missing. The visage of his eyes can’t focus on your face nor the details of your clothes or your hands when they gripped his.
The broken dagger in his lap is unfixable - Yingxing is no longer here to mend it as before. Blade can only hold onto the essence of its memories until the whole world goes dark, and that says plenty of his grief and regret. His chin tilts down to look at the dagger, his finger jabbing at the broken blade as if it was a foreign object to him, something extra terrestrial, as if he didn’t pour his heart into it decades before. Perhaps he did pour his all into it, maybe that’s why the dagger followed the same fate as he did, as the smith poured a piece of his soul into his art. He can only hope the dagger does not represent you.. he hopes you’re out there, somewhere, happy, healthy, alive..
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Hello! I wanna send a req if u don't mind! Separate hcs/headcanons for Blade & Jing Yuan with gn!reader where the reader is being dense when another man tries to flirt with them. That's all & thx!
Contents: fluff, gn reader, hope you enjoy! Sorry for the long wait
Jing Yuan:
-The General of the Luofu and his lover are what people see as an example of a stable relationship, considering just how long you’ve been together, and not just as romantic partners either. Jing Yuan trusts you without a doubt, and you trust him all the same in equal measure, if not even more.
-Trust is not something either of you debate, and you are both happy to know of one another’s ability to trust and rely on the other, but that same trust can, in no way, be applied to the people outside of the relationship - strangers especially.
-From this, there were a few instances where a stranger might have tried to approach the General, even if you were nearby, sputtering flowery words or playing with the locks of their hair. Jing Yuan never entertained such actions, brushing them aside and making clear mention how he “had to return to his beloved” before leaving the person aside. He knows how many people swoon over him and makes it a point to give you even more love to reassure you that he’d never look at any of them as fondly as he looks at you. You’re the only one that has a place in his heart.
-But what Jing Yuan is not exactly fond of experiencing is you going through the same thing. Even from afar he can see how your lips press into a thin uncomfortable line, your eyes gazing at this stranger in caution, unblinking with unease. He sees you try, and vaguely hears as he approaches, how you try and get out of the conversation without making much of a fuss, and although you are firm too - the other is way too stubborn to back off
-The large hands of Jing Yuan find their way onto your sides, and he’s now peering at the person over your shoulder with that coy smile on his face. He doesn’t look threatening per se, but one would have to be a fool to not understand the mistake of their doings now
-He greets the person just as amiably, asking you what is going on, a curious little cat he is, he wants to know. But he doesn’t linger, he knows you want to get away, just as much as he wants to remove you from this situation. He tells the person something rather cryptic, rather poisoned honey for words, and the person understands - that much he makes sure off before he politely excuses you both away
-The General isn’t someone people fear and he doesn’t ever feel the need to present himself as a figure that needs to herald any unease of fear. He only dislikes his partner being put in such an unfavorable position and he will use his vast vocabulary to hide little threats for such behavior skillfully. His partner’s comfort is up on his priority list and he doesn’t play around with that
Blade:
-Blade is not one to beat around the bush or pray for forgiveness from anyone he might offend with his bluntness, and he certainly keeps this demeanor even after forgetting certain things due to Mara or Kafka’s Spirit Whisper
-As a lover he is rather distant and although he cares somewhere deep down in his old, scarred heart, a stranger wouldn’t be able to guess you’re even friends out in the open world. He doesn’t like standing in one place for too long, and if there’s intel that needs to be gathered or something that needs to be done, he puts a reasonable distance between the two of you as well, safety reasons mainly come to mind, but a part of him doesn’t want you to be involved in this business anyway so subconsciously he is trying to distance you from the operations as a whole. He tries and he fails, but he tries again next time and fails again.
-He always has an eye out for you, like a sixth sense ingrained into his mind.
-Along the lines of his work he vaguely does remember a few bold individuals that have tried to “hit on him”, but they were either not completely sober or were easily ignored. He wasn’t the person to entertain any flirtatious remarks and he isn’t the easiest person to approach. He scares people easily, so he doesn’t have much of a problem with people getting in his way just to say his eyes are pretty or something else.
-You, on the other hand, are not nearly as blunt or scary as he is, everyone’s aware of that.
-He doesn’t waste time either. Once he senses you may be uncomfortable by another person’s approach to you, he’s already stepping in and making the person scurry off with a few rash choice of words that definitely sting at best.
-Similarly to Jing Yuan, he values the peace your own peace of mind brings, and he doesn’t play around when it comes to your comfort. If someone disturbs you, he will make sure they stop and never do so again.
-He’s rather protective of you, even in those moments where he seems to forget the connection you two share.
-Just imagine: You’re talking to this unpleasant stranger, alcohol is clinging to them like perfume and they’re talking about how they’d love to invite you over for dinner, but suddenly they look over your shoulder where Blade is now taking a step towards you. He seemingly appeared out of thin air, merged from the crowd and he’s wearing the darkest of expressions, but he is unbothered truly. You don’t have to look behind you to know it is him either, he radiates that certain atmosphere that is hard to mistake. “Is there something wrong here?” he asks plainly, stiffly even, the question more pointed to you as he glares the stranger down. The stranger, unsure if this was alcohol's doing or reality is quick to scurry away with plenty of excuses bubbling up to their lips and farewells.
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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
incorrect hsr quotes #2
[name], visibly exhausted, downing more shots than usual: so eventually, i’m like, being nice doesn’t work. being nice gets me stalkers
dan heng, sitting in the nearest table, watching [name]: i kinda feel called out
[name], continuing on: being mean gets me crazy men who are attracted to crazy person
blade, sitting in the same table as dan heng, nodding proudly: yep. i asked them to crush my skull in the other day
[name]: and so, i’m just gonna ignore y’all now
dan heng and blade: sulks after hearing that
jing yuan, who’s been at the same table as dan heng and blade, with a smug grin: aww but pookie🥺
[name], done with their shit: and they liKE THAT TOO! LEAVE ME ALONE❗️❗️
kafka, [name]’s gossip bestie: aww but pookie, you’re living the life
One.last.time.
Late writing Blade x you,long writing
Warning: death,blood,angst,no comfort,crying,regret,desperate,losing it,bittersweet
P.s: I just tought "what would be Blade reaction if he lost someone who helped him rehabilitate into living and feeling but is dying in his arms?" >:3
I'm writing this at 3:48 am so sorry for some errors
@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia
"Blade..." you mumbled shaking,you were afraid to die,to leave him alone.
Blade shakes his head, fingers trembling as they press into your wound. “No…no…please…” he pleads. He keeps repeating it, like a mantra, over and over again. He looks down at you, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare” he manages to get out. “Don’t do this to me…”
"I'm scared" you whimpered choking in your own blood "I'm scared Blade"
He feels sick. This can’t be happening. “Shut up” he hisses weakly. “Stop talking like that…” He pulls you closer to him, desperate to keep you close. “You’ll be fine, just stop talking like that…”
You smiled weakly as blood dripped down your mouth as you cupped his cheeks in your cold hands,your eyes were looking past him devoid of life "k..kiss...me.." you managed to say as tears fell down your cheek.
He can barely keep himself together. But he can’t refuse you this one request. Your cold hands against his skin bring him back to reality, albeit briefly. He leans down and crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is desperate, frantic, as if it’s for the last time.
Your eyes were half lidded as you slowly passed away during the kiss looking at Blade for one last time before you went limp in his arms,arms falling on the ground with a soft 'thud'
Blade feels his heart shatter. His hands tighten around your body, refusing to let go. “No…” he whispers hoarsely. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “No…” He repeats it over and over again, tears spilling down his face.
He shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes as the reality sinks in. “Please…come back…” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, as if that would make you wake up. “Please…” He knows he’s being pathetic. He doesn’t care.
He pulls you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder. “Please…” he whispers again, voice completely broken. “Don’t leave me…don’t leave me…” He’s lost. Completely shattered. He’s been through a lot in his life, but losing you destroys him like nothing ever has before.
He cradles your body in his arms, refusing to let go even though he knows it’s pointless. He doesn’t even notice the blood staining his clothes, as if your life is the only thing that matters. “Damn it…” he growls weakly. “Damn it…come back…”
He just holds your body against him, rocking gently as if you'd wake any second. “Please” he begs again, voice hoarse. He’s beyond caring if anyone is watching. He doesn’t feel anyone’s eyes on him. He only sees your.
His grip tightens around you as his shoulders tremor with silent sobs. “Damn you…” He has never felt so weak before in his entire life. “Damn you…” He buries his face in your shoulder again, tears staining your skin. “Damn you for leaving me…”
“Why?” he spits out. “Why?” He looks down at your face wet and tear stained, grip tight on you. “You promised you wouldn’t leave…”
Why did you have to break that promise today of all days?
He pulls your limp body closer, burying his face in your hair. He can’t stop the tears from falling now. He doesn’t care how he looks. He’s too far gone. “You…promised…” he whispers, voice breaking. “You…promised…”
If someone had told him he’d be crying over your dead body, begging you to come back, he would’ve laughed in their face. Blade never showed this kind of weakness. But here he was, crying over you like a child, like he had lost everything.
And worst of all,he had.
Blade’s gaze falls on the necklace around your neck, still intact. He’d given you that necklace on your birthday. He can’t help but feel a lump forming in his throat as his fingers reach out to touch the charm. It feels like a taunt.
He can’t help but feel a pang of anger, that you had the audacity to die while still wearing his necklace. As if you had betrayed him by going against your promise, and now this necklace was just another reminder that he couldn’t have you anymore. He closes his eyes, trying to push the thought away.
Then his eyes go wide as he sees you smiling. It’s the same smile. The smile you used to give him whenever he was upset or angry. He can’t help it — he laughs. It’s a broken, shaky laugh, like he’s on the verge of sobbing again. “Idiot…” he mumbles, shaking his head incredulously. He had half a mind to pinch your cheek for smiling like that. “Stupid…idiot…”
He takes in your face, memorizing every inch of it like it’s the last thing he’ll ever see. His fingers reach out again, gently tracing the outline of your cheek and your smile. “You’re still smiling…” he mutters, his hand trembling as it caresses your skin.
He tries to speak, but the words lodge in his throat. It takes him several tries before he can manage to speak again. “You’re still…smiling…” He laughs again, a bitter, broken sound. “Even now…” He doesn’t know if he should find it comforting or not.
Part of him wants to laugh again, to tell you how foolish you are for dying while still smiling. But the other part of him — the part that he tries so hard to ignore — just wants you to wake up. To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your eyes open and look at him again…
He’s torn. Unable to decide if he should be angry at you for dying, or just grateful that you died with a smile on your face. “Idiot…” he mutters again, voice shaking as he continues to trace your face with his fingers.
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He also keeps your necklace with him all the time, always within reach. He’ll hold it sometimes, fingers gently tracing the charm as his thoughts drift to you. Other times he’ll press it to his lips, like he’s hoping he might feel your touch again if he just wishes hard enough. He’ll even bring the necklace close to his face, inhaling deeply as if he could still smell your scent on it.
It’s stupid, he knows. But he can’t help it. This necklace — "this one, stupid necklace" — is the only thing he has left of you. And he’ll cling to it like a lifeline, even if it’s a weak substitute for the real thing. He knows he’ll never have you back. But he could almost pretend — almost.
He can almost feel your presence when he holds it, and it both comforts and tortures him.
He’ll sometimes talk to the necklace, like he’s talking to you. He’ll berate you for dying and leaving him alone, one minute. And the next, he’ll be begging you to come back, to hold him again, and that he forgives you. He’ll apologize for every harsh word he ever said, for being so cruel to you, for taking you for granted. He’ll promise anything if only he could have you back.
Sometimes he’ll swear and curse at the sky, asking whoever is listening why they took you away from him. Why they didn’t take him instead. Other times he’ll be completely silent, just sitting there and staring at your grave. He’ll sometimes reach out and brush his hand over the headstone, like he’s hoping he might feel your hand instead of cold, hard marble.
Blade visits your grave almost daily. His heart clenches every time he sees the flowers on your grave, mockingly cheerful and bright. He hates it. He hates how the flowers look so alive in comparison to you, who was lying cold and motionless underneath the earth.
The worst moments are the ones when he thinks he sees you out of the corner of his eye. He’ll turn, heart filled with hope, only to be met with crushing disappointment when he sees it’s just a trick of the light. It tears him apart every time it happens.
The worst moments are the ones when he thinks he sees you out of the corner of his eye. He’ll turn, heart filled with hope, only to be met with crushing disappointment when he sees it’s just a trick of the light. It tears him apart every time it happens.
He knows it’s meaningless. He knows you’re gone and you’re never coming back. But he can’t help but cling to the memory of you. The memory of your smile, your touch, your voice… He doesn’t want to forget. But as the days go by, the memories start to fade, and it scares him.
He’s afraid he’ll forget what you sounded like, what you looked like, the feeling of your touch. He’s afraid he’ll forget your smile. That’s the thing that scares him the most. He has to look at the necklace, to hear your voice in his memories, to stare at your grave, just to keep your image alive in his mind.
Blade is sitting by your grave when he sees it. It’s a small thing, a single crimson flower, and it’s so vibrant against the dull grays and browns of the surrounding area that it almost seems to glow.
He’d almost forgotten about that conversation you’d had about the red flower. How it reminded you of him and his name. He almost laughs, a hollow, bitter sound. Leave it to you to still be finding ways to tie yourself to him, even in death. He feels a pang in his chest as he stares at it, a mix of longing and bittersweet sorrow.
He reaches out and touches the flower with the tips of his fingers. The petals are soft and velvety, and for a moment, he can almost imagine that it’s your skin he’s touching. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling his throat tighten as he grips the flower's stalk almost desperately.
"Blade?" A voice echoed in the garden grave
Blade’s eyes go wide as he hears your voice. For a moment, he thinks he’s hallucinating. He slowly turns his head, half expecting to see you standing there.
But of course, no one is there. The voice was probably just his imagination. A cruel, trick of the mind. He lets out a shaky breath, fingers still gripping the flower stalk.
"It is you! Oh my God I'm so happy" the voice repeated
Blade’s eyes go wide again. That voice…it sounded so real. Like you were really there.
He stands up slowly, head whipping around frantically as he tries to find the source of the voice. But again, there’s no one there. He starts to doubt his own sanity.
"Blade over here look" The flower glimmed whenever it spoked
Blade is completely bewildered now. He looks down at the flower, stunned. Could it really be…?
He leans down to get a closer look. And sure enough, the flower is *glowing*. And as if that isn’t unbelievable enough, it starts to *speak*.
"Oh my God Blade! What happened? Why are you so big?" You asked
Blade’s heart skips a beat as he hears *your* voice coming from…the flower. “Y-You…?” he stammers, barely believing his own eyes and ears.
He reaches out a trembling hand to touch the glowing flower, half expecting it to burst to pieces at any moment. “Is…is that really you?” he asks hoarsely.
"Of course its me you bone head,who else do u think it is?" You chuckled
Blade can’t believe what he’s hearing. It’s like a dream come true. To hear your voice again, to see you again…
But as happy as he is, a wave of anger washes over him too. He feels tears stinging his eyes as he remembers the pain he’s gone through these past few months without you. “What took you so long?” he snaps harshly.
"Excuse me? What do you mean? I don't talk to you for one day and you act like this? You told me to leave" You crossed your arms well your leaf arms
Blade feels his irritation rise as you cross your leaf arms at him. “One day!?” he snaps. “You’ve been gone for months!” He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. “And I didn’t tell you to leave *forever*” he grumbles.
"W..what doyou mean for months?" You asked confused
Blade can’t help but scoff at your obliviousness. “I mean months” he repeats, the anger in his voice slowly giving way to frustration. “You’ve been gone for *months*” he repeats, each word laced with hurt and loneliness.
"Gone? But I was out with a friend and ...and.." you folded your petals shaking "Why.. I can't remember what happened,why are you so big and why.." you eyed at your grave "why I can't feel my legs and why there's my grave?"
He watches as you start to falter, realization slowly starting to dawn on you. His frustration gives way to sympathy as he sees your confusion and distress.
He kneels down next to your grave and reaches out a hand to touch your petal. “You don’t remember anything?” he asks quietly.
Your hands leaf wrapped around his finger "N.. no..just ...pain and...black.."
Blade winces as he hears the way your voice trembles. He hates hearing the fear in your tone. The sight of your leaf wrapped around his finger stabs at his chest.
He clenches his jaw, trying to keep his own emotions in check. “That’s because…you died” he finally whispers, the words like a physical blow.
"I died? But I was...I was and then you were...I mean" the flower started hyperventilating in a cute way before you cried your tears dew
Blade’s heart clenches as he watches you hyperventilating, tears streaming down your flower petal. It’s the most ridiculous and most adorable thing he’s ever seen.
He wants to comfort you, to hold you and tell you everything will be alright. But he can’t do that when you’re just a flower. So he does the only thing he can think of. He brushes his thumb gently over your petal, trying to soothe you.
“Hey…” he says, voice softer than usual. “Hey, shh…it’s okay…”
He tries to calm you, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as he watches you cry. It’s so hard to believe that just a few minutes ago, he was just talking to a flower. But now, with your petals trembling under his fingers…he can’t deny that it’s really you.
"Is that my necklace?" You asked as you looked at Blade hands
Blade looks down at his hands. He had been gripping your necklace without even realizing it. He had subconsciously reached for it as soon as you started crying. He hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding his head.
“Yeah, it is…” he replies quietly. “I…I’ve been holding onto it, ever since…” he trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
"You need to let go Blade"
Blade’s eyes go wide as the world suddenly returns to normal. The birds chirping, the wind whistling, and the flower…just a regular flower once again.
He stares at it for a moment, stunned. It was like you had never been there in the first place. Like it was all just a hallucination. But the feeling of your petal against his hand still lingered.
"Let go...?" he murmured, still staring at the flower.
He felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. He had just had a conversation with you — or what he thought was you. But now it’s like you had never even been there. He clenched his jaw, feeling a mixture of confusion and anguish.
He reached out and touched the flower, his fingers trembling. It feels solid, tangible. Not at all like the fragile, ephemeral being that had just spoken to him moments ago.
"Let go...how can I let go...?" he whispered, his voice raw and shaky.
He feels like he’s going insane. He had just heard your voice, felt your petal under his fingers. He had been so sure it was you. But now…he can’t help but wonder if it really was all just wishful thinking.
He runs a hand through his hair, his breathing ragged. He can feel a lump forming in his throat as he stares at the flower, as if he could somehow will it to talk again.
"Am I losing my mind...?" he whispered to himself, his voice shaking.
Blade grits his teeth, frustration and pain welling up inside him. How can he just let go? How can he just forget about you, when he can still feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, when he can still hear your voice in his head?
"How can I let go...when I still love you?" he mutters hoarsely.
The words sound so pathetic, even to his own ears. He knows he’s pathetic, holding on to a flower like a lifeline, like it could bring you back to him.
He reaches out and touches the flower again, his fingers tracing the delicate petals.
“How can I let go, when I still love you so damn much?” he repeats, his voice breaking.
Blade feels like he’s on the verge of breaking. The thought of letting you go, the thought of forgetting about you, is almost too much to bear.
He clutches the flower in his hand, his grip so tight that it nearly crushes the delicate petals.
“How can you just ask me to let go?” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. “You were my whole world.”
He feels tears stinging his eyes as he continues to grip the flower, like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.
“I don’t know how to let you go…” he whispers hoarsely, his chest feeling like it’s being squeezed in a vice. “You were everything to me…how can I just forget about you?”
Months passed, and slowly but surely, Blade found himself starting to let go. It was a painful, slow process filled with tears and heartache.
But he couldn't bring himself to get rid of your necklace. It was the only tangible reminder he had of you, something solid to hold onto when the memories got too painful.
He found himself touching the pendant frequently, tracing the familiar shape with his fingers. It was like a comfort, a small piece of you still with him.
He still loved you, of course. The thought of you still haunted him, and sometimes he would still dream of your voice, your touch, your smile. But he tried to keep moving forward, to live his life without you.
And he knew he would never forget you. Your memory was etched into his heart, like a tattoo he would never be able to erase.
Blade was sitting alone in his room, staring blankly out the window. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, haunted by memories of you and the life they had together.
Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blow through the room. He looked up, startled, and saw something that made his heart skip a beat.
It was you. Or rather, it was your ghost. You were standing just outside the window, your figure glowing faintly in the moonlight.
And then…you smiled at him.
Blade feels his breath catch in his throat as he hears your voice. His heart aches at the sight of you, even as a ghost.
And then you spoke, and he feels like he’s been punched in the chest. “I’m proud of you” you say, your voice echoing in his ears.
Tears prick at his eyes as he stares at the spot where you had just been standing. You were really here…or at least, part of you was.
"I’m trying…” he whispers hoarsely, even though he knows you’re already gone.
He sits in silence for a few moments, his heart heavy with emotion. He can still feel the ghost of your presence, lingering in the room.
But slowly, he starts to feel a sense of peace wash over him. You were proud of him. Even after everything, even from beyond the grave, you were still proud of him.
Blade lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumped. He knows he still has a long way to go, but for now, he feels like he can keep going.
For you.
He looks down at your necklace, still hanging around his neck. He grips it tightly, feeling the cold metal dig into his palm.
"I won’t forget you…” he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I won’t stop loving you…”
He sits there for a moment longer, letting the weight of his words sink in. He still misses you, more than anything in the world. But for the first time in months, he feels like he can face the future.
He takes a deep breath, standing up from his chair. He knows he can’t keep living in the past, but you will always have a piece of his heart, a piece that only you will ever touch.
He walks quietly to the window, resting his forehead against the cool glass. He closes his eyes, imagining that he can still feel your presence just outside the window.
For you…” he murmurs, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’ll keep living, for you.”
"I'm innocent" 🤪(warning:suggestive theme😇)
Blade c.ai by @luvchoo
𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂
Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, Robin, Jingliu
Warnings: Pre-plotline Jingliu (back in the quintet, spoilers for various quests, penacony spoilers (Robin), Pre-plotline & during plotline Robin, Small spoilers for Luofu questline(?) (Jingliu)
Part 2 Here: (w/Aventurine, Acheron & Boothill)
Part 3 Here: (w/Sunday & Black Swan)
- Main love languages is gift giving & acts of service
- Whenever he’s on a mission and sees something that reminds him of you he immediately buys it
- As for acts of service well he’ll help you out all the time, cooking, cleaning, opening the door for you etc.
- A quieter person also, but blade enjoys just sitting there and listening to you ramble on about life
- Most times you do a bunch of things and then blade follows you around like a little lost puppy… Its adorable
- Cuddles are not uncommon but not common either-it really depends on blades current mood for if he decides to cuddle with you (or if you ask him 100 times)
- Blade gets both Jealous & Possessive quite easily
- All it takes is one look from a man, not even suggestively, even if it’s looking at you for 0.5 of a second, blade is already on their throats
- It did depend on who you prefer to date, if you only like males he’s a little less jealous around women, although if you like both he’d ready to murder everyone in the world
- Blade doesn’t show much emotion, often you can’t figure out what he’s thinking
- His favourite date spots include picnic dates or small cafe dates
- Remember he’s a wanted criminal so he can’t go anywhere too public, that said he dislikes PDA a lof
- Blade would rather keep any affections between the two of you only, not even for the other stellaron hunters to see
- Some gifts Blade gives you include souvenirs from different worlds he goes to, a sword to protect yourself (if you need it) and some cute stuffed animals he saw that reminded him of you
- Hes the quiet type in the relationship most of the time
- Likes affection in private, but in public he loves kisses (on the cheek, or small kisses on his lips), hugs or even holding hands
- Cuddles are his favourite, he doesn’t care too much in who hugs who
- Especially loves physical touch & giving you gifts
- Its adorable seeing your face light up when he gives you something
- You both have a shared room in the express so most of the time you both just cuddle while you sleep
- Loves forehead kisses, especially when you give them-it makes him blush every single time
- During the trailblaze mission of the Luofu he tried avoiding you in his Imbibitor Lunae form (but he knows he can’t hide forever and you guys have to fight together so you end up seeing it)
- His tail gives away his emotions away whenever hes in that form (its adorable)
- Oh and March is your #1 shipper
- Shes gotten a lot of pictures of the two of you when you guys weren’t looking
- Robin is similar to the other two, fairly quiet in the relationship
- As a popular singer you attend all of her concerts and help give her some luck
- As well as calm her nerves when needed
- Loves cuddling! Its her favorite pastime (small spoon)
- Physical touch means a lot to her, cuddling, handholding, hugging, anything
- In public Robin loves holding your hand, keeping you close to her
- In private, she enjoys cuddling you, hugs again, but she adores when you touch her wings (watch her get all flustered from that)
- Also enjoys giving you gifts
- Many of her fans adore you, some are very jealous though…
- Speaking of jealousy she doesn’t get too jealous-if you spend too long ignoring her though she’ll start sulking just a little bitbit
- Her fans are definitely jealous at you both, they wish they were in your place all of the time
- You’ve met Sunday plenty of times, the first time you both met he threatened you if anything happens to her
- But he understands how much his sister loves you and ends up accepting you
- When Robin “dies” in the Penacony dreamscape you and Sunday teamup to find the murderer as the ultimate duo
- Of course he makes you do most of the labor
- In the end, you end up like Sunday when you both confront Gallagher
- Jingliu adores her partner
- Naturally, the other 4 members of the quintet love you aswell-you often hangout with eachother
- Jing Yuan tells you stories about Jingliu on missions, Yinqing is quiet yet you both chat about smaller things like food or tea, Dan Feng is most likely the busiest out of the 4
- Around the Quintet Jingliu doesn’t mind if you hug her, hold her waist, hold hands or even kiss
- Most likely she’ll have her arm around your waist to keep you close
- Other than the quintet, she generally doesn’t do any actions of PDA except hand holding (+ an occasional kiss)
- She actually isn’t a jealous person, even if she is (which never happens), shes great at hiding how she truly feels
- With her, you’ll wake up to her arms around you, forcing you to sleep and stay with her longer
- One adorable thing she does is she always kisses you on the forehead before leaving for a mission
- As she returns from a mission, she is often tired and loves to cuddle you
- In those moments shes a small spoon-but usually Jingliu perfers being the big spoon
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When s/o is on their period
Characters: Blade, Aventurine, Sunday & Boothill
Warnings: Periods, cramps, gn!reader with the exception of fem for boothill
- Blade is somewhat like his usual self while you’re on your period
- In a way he just becomes more protective of you
- He knows that you’re strong enough to defend yourself, he knows that you’ll be okay but seeing you in such a weak state just sets in his mind that he needs to protect you
- He feels honored though that you’d show him such a vulnerable side of him (and finds you cute but doesn’t show it on the outside)
- Its adorable even, hes like a little black cat cuddling his owner to protect them
- Or even just standing behind you to protect you
- Because of this hes also extra jealous during this time
- No one else can see you like this or even talk to you or Blade will get mad
- A great helper too when it comes to cramps, Blade can help massage your stomach/back if needed
- When it comes to shopping for painkillers, pads, tampons, etc. he usually just asks Kafka to buy you stuff and then goes to your place to cuddle
- Not because he doesn’t want to, he just wants to stay with you because he knows you want to cuddle him (he wants to cuddle you) and also he thinks kafka knows way more about him and will get the right ones
- Don’t worry though! He makes sure to listen every product you like to the exact specifications (if Kafka is unavailable, he will buy them for you)
- And yes he buys you a bunch of snacks too
- Blade doesn’t actually understand why you enjoy having so many snacks but he just goes with it…
- On days you don’t have cramps he doesn’t treat you much differently, except for being more protective
- And again, more cuddles… beacuse “you” need it
- Aventurine treats you with whatever you wish
- Pads? Sure he’ll fetch someone to buy you some, Snacks? Hes already got you covered
- Summons some random female IPC agent to get whatever your heart desires
- Aventurine also definitely keeps track of your period with an app
- He doesn’t use it for everything, Aventurine isn’t the type of person to record your mood, feelings and basically everything into the app
- Occasionally whenever he thinks its been a while since your last period he just checks the app too check when it’s happening
- Oh but he also has the app synced with his personal calander, every week before it starts he also gets you done boxes of pads/tampons
- Before you were dating your period started at his place and he had to run out to get a pads. So ever since then he keeps a few in his bathroom drawer
- Aventurine was so nice about it too, told you not to worry and showed you where they’d be for next time
- On your actual period he spoils you a lot
- Of course most of the day he’s kept up in his office, either he can work from home or he invites you to come to his office from him
- While there you lay down on his lap while he finishes work on the sofa, annoying calls, booking appointments, going over monthy stuff
- Sometimes he tries to massage your stomach but fails and just ends up rubbing it
- Boothill is…just okay on your period
- He’s clueless at first, but trying
- Boothill is willing to buy you snacks or even period products, he does not care about walking straight to them
- Loves buying you snacks actually
- Willing to give you any cuddles or massage you for your cramps
- Feels bad for your pain actually
- Can he heat up his body somehow? If he can, he would do that and cuddle you so you’d get warm (like a heating pad but he wouldn’t complain if you need that too)
- Other than that he knows you’re a strong woman and he also loves seeing you continue to do your job throughout the pain
- He doesn’t try to protect you when he knows you can handle the job, even on your period
- Other than those hes not really much different
- Sunday can be the best and worst on your period
- As a kid he always helped Robin while she was on hers so he knows what types of things you need
- Often times he also might ask her to buy you some supplies (which she usually gets her bodyguard to do since the fans would go crazy)
- He will get you any of your necessary requirements for this time
- But he also is very busy with his job as the head of the family and won’t have much time to cuddle with you/be with you
- When he gets home from his job then he will cuddle you, but his job often takes the entire day
- He will hug you during your sleep though
- Great massager for your cramps too
- His angel wings hovering over your stomach to give you some warmth to help with any cramps
- Also gives you time off work/stuff so you can rest & relax during this time of pain
- Especially if you don’t work for him, he forces them to let you have the time off
- If you work for him well, you still work and get paid but your job is just to be near him/rest on the couch
Them as Vampires
Characters: Blade, Nikolai & Xiao
Event Masterlist Here: Short n’ Sweet
Warnings: Blood, cutt*ng yourself to give blood,
- Now, as a vampire he must consume blood especially a lot more often
- If he doesn’t, it won’t kill him but it’ll make him very sick and crave blood (he knows, hes tried and hated it)
- As for whos blood he drinks it varies, usually Kafka or Silver Wolf brings him blood, he also drinks blood of people before he kills them (fresh blood is better than dead blood)
- Taking your blood? He isn’t completely against it but he rather wouldn’t hurt you
- The only way he actually would take it would be if there was no other option and you forcefully sliced your wrist to give it to him
- He hates hurting you by taking your blood though
- Other than that, obviously he can’t eat garlic but he isn’t too bothered by it
- Blade does get bothered if you wear any Silver jewelry though, he can’t enter jewelry stores because of that too
- Blade lets you take his card to purchase something, that or he buys something online for you
- Nikolai, actually loves tasting your blood
- He actually doesn't care that much about if it hurts you-well he knows its only a small prick to drink him
- Nikolai only stops after hes satisfied, or when you forcefully get him off your shoulder
- Don't worry though, he isn't so cruel-you both have a safeword when he knows to stop
- Other than you he doesn't feed on anyone
- Hes loyal to your and only your blood
- Similar to blade if you wear jewelry he won't let you wear any pure silver
- Cheap knockoffs are fine though-since they don't affect him
- Its a shame to you because he loves the color of silver
- But he loves the color of your blood more
Xiao is...more shy when taking your blood
He refuses to take blood from people so on many chances Xiao is left all alone, starving to death
Only when morax cuts himself and forces him to drink it is when he finally has blood
And then hes left again until the cycle repeats
So, only when your well into the relationship and pretty much force him to drink it, then he finally will
Not from your neck though, he only drinks blood from your wrist or arms, occasionally your thigh
Xiao is very gentle while taking your blood and never takes too much (but again, you both do have a safeword).
Other things don't trouble him too much
Except well, he can't use silver blades so he has to use other ore alternatives
If you got Kidnapped Characters: Blade, Chuuya & Arlecchino
- Would turn the universe upside down to find you
- Blade would find out from a coworker when they return from a mission without you-depending on who it is Blade might threaten to slash them on the spot
- After the threats hes off, none of the Stellaron Hunters could find him at the base-Kafka's confident he went to go fetch you though
- If need be, Silver wolf could get him information on the targets and such since its not exactly his strong suit
- Once he finds out who did this they're dead on sight
- He has such a soft spot for you-murdering all of those who dare cross him and then he rushes towards you, still covered in blood
- When you finally reunite you can tell that hes obviously worried-no matter how much he may deny it
- After that, he becomes incredibly clingy-not leaving you alone for a second
- Blade also gets more physical with you showing more affection, more cuddles
- Most likely a rival mafia or gang would be the one to kidnap you-threaten to scratch you up a bit in exchange for info, money, etc.
- But Chuuya has the resources to find you-Money and Power
- So, in less than 7 hours you are found
- He'll send in his subordinates to kill everyone in sight and then his priority is finding you
- Depending on who kidnapped you he would take their leader back to the base to torture and spill information out of him
- Meanwhile he'll spoil you with cuddles, kisses, snacks, anything to make it up to you after such a traumatic experience
- Now once again she does have the status to easily eliminate a target
- With how well known she is within the fatui, usually you aren't harmed
- Now if you were kidnapped it would be from someone who didn't know who you're dating and who Arlecchino was
- They probably wanted money but death was granted to them instead
- Arlecchino immediately searches out for you, she has help from some of the other Fatui harbingers as well as her team and the house of the hearth (though she tries to keep them out of trouble)
- After the event she would plan a small date night for you-nothing too big
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Short n' sweet event Masterlist
Main Masterlist
ׅ 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.
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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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the best relief.
nsfw (*´꒳`*) afab!reader. model!yingxing x bodyguard!reader. power play and dumbification (i think). fingering. you call him "sir"—reader is very polite lol. reader wears makeup. edging. mirror sex. overstimulation. breeding maybe? petnames used: darling, sweetheart. praises!!! :D forced eye contact 😵💫 he's a bit of a meanie :( but he's very in love w you hehe :33
it doesn't look good to me... hope yall like it though (_ _).｡o○ please have this to make up for the boothill smut i couldn't make a part two of 😔
the soft clinking of YINGXING's extravagant accessories cuts through the silence of the night, accompanied by the sound of your angelic voice moaning his name as if he was your god as he plunged another rough finger into your drooling hole—practically begging him for more, hungrily swallowing his digits that he thinks they'll snap if you were to clamp down any harder.
"so needy f'me, aren't you?" a throaty growl escapes his chest, tinged with desire as the model leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, muffling your voice as he frenziedly pushes you up against the sink, positioning your legs in between his to keep you from squirming away.
yingxing swears he was never the type to do something like this to relieve his stress, as he knows the potential risks of it turning into a cosmos-wide scandals that will end up ruining everything he's worked hard to achieve—on the other hand, he simply doesn't have the ability to reject you when you were the one who voluntarily offered yourself to him, whispering in his ear about how you'd help him out in any way he wanted—so here you are; your clothes in disarray and a clear thread of saliva trickling down your chin, a testament of the supermodel's ability to make an absolute mess out of you, his precious soon-to-be girlfriend bodyguard.
you've always been a great bodyguard for him—a kindhearted and caring individual who takes good care of him while also being a bold and tenacious guardian whenever the pesky paparazzis are getting out of hand with their disturbances; which makes it even more enjoyable to break you into putty in his hands—and just to remind you, he hasn't even gotten to the fun part yet.
your hand flew over your mouth, trying so hard to muffle the sinful noises that escaped your pretty lips; fearing that yingxing's manager or that mysterious vidyadhara friend of his would barge into his house and caught you in the act. seeing this, his frown deepens, his hand swatting yours as he sinks his fingers deeper into your drenched hole, creating a series of loud sloshing noise that only serves to mortify you further at how dirty they sound.
"don't, i want to hear how good i made you feel," he whispered right beside your neck, tickling the sensitive skin on purpose.
you shake your head, unable to answer him properly without stuttering and making every words sound like a moan, "sir, what if—ah!" and with a simply curl of his fingers in the right direction, your complaints are silenced and replaced with high pitched cries—oh boy, at this rate, his tailored pants might just burst open with the way his bulge keeps growing bigger when he himself thought it couldn't anymore, all thanks to your beautiful voice.
"focus on me, don't think of anyone else," from the growl he struggled to suppress and the way he use his other hand to pinch your bud, you can tell that he's not very fond of the mentions of others during times like these—and you can't help your walls from twitching again at his demanding words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening further at his precise movements. more incoherent words left your throat, and he smirks in acknowledgment of your nearing climax, drawing his fingers out just right before you can experience that oh-so-blissful feeling of relief.
a soft, frustrated whine left your throat as you clench around nothing, your lips curling downwards in disappointment as you look at him, "sir, why did you stop...?"
he doesn't respond, his attention completely directed at the crystal-clear substance coating his glove—a clear evidence of the euphoric experience he puts you through. aren't you just so adorable? getting so excited just by his fingers alone?
"eager, aren't we?" he sneers, pressing your bottom lip to make way for his soiled fingers, giving you a taste of yourself and oh aeons, why do you have to be so cute? eyes wide with tears and drool dripping down your chin as you lap the remaining of your own juices off the fabric, making his cock twitch yet again.
he's not gonna hold back anymore, he thinks—no, he simply cannot—hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, he sighs in relief when his erection is finally freed, the blunt head already leaking precum—a shiver ran down your spine, words catching in your throat at the length and girth; will it even fit?
yingxing smiles at the terrified look on your face, inching closer to playfully slap your folds with his tip, earning another whimper from you, "aww, are you scared, sweetheart?"
"no... i-it's fine, i can take it, sir," you slowly shake your head, still trying to look brave—the slight waver in your voice did not go past his ears though; it boosted his ego, actually.
the man snickered, gaze locking with yours, slowly guiding himself into the warm embrace of your walls, "we'll see about that,"
he sighs in pleasure as he watches your cunt eagerly swallows and clench around his length, as if trying to pull him in—so he reciprocates; jerking his hips to meet your pelvis in a slow and steady motion—your comfort and pleasure comes first, even if he is the one who needs this. still, you cannot help but roll your eyes whenever he reach deep enough to press against your sensitive spots, like he's done this millions of times before.
when he heard your moans getting louder, the man starts to pick up his pace, moving rougher and more demanding as his arms reach for your waist, pulling you down and bending you over so you can face the mirror; watching him pour out all his stress into your abused cunt and the way your body is arching against the sink—a sight so lewd that you want to look away from it, but no, he won't allow it; he wants you to see just how good he's making you feel—and he savors every moment of it, carving the memories of this obscene scene into his brain.
"sir—!" a tiny mewl left your lips when he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming his hips back into yours, leaving not a single nook or cranny untouched—the intensity is enough to knock every single thought out of your pretty head. it feels too good, and before you could control yourself, your body lurched forward as you come undone on his cock, delicate fingers curling tightly onto the faucet as your poor body convulses in pleasure.
to stimulate you further, yingxing reach down to rub circles and patterns on your fluttering petals, "good girl—fuck, loosen up, will you? i won't be able to reward you if you don't let go of my cock," his voice is saccharine sweet, like a honeyed poison—so sweet yet so full of mirth, and you can't help but crave it more.
your gummy walls throb around him, trying so hard to not draw him in as he slowly drags his length across your overstimulated walls; yet you can't help yourself to not marvel at the sight of his silver hair cascading over your lower back, his eyes fluttering at how good it feels to nestle inside you—all reflected on the glass mirror for you to see.
but you were not able to gawk at him for long, for the haughty model always sought to catch you off guard—his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to ram his cock back inside, thrusting and rolling himself faster and harder than before, so much that you can hear the thwop thwop thwop sound, along with your soft wails harmonizing with his low grunts bouncing off the ceramic walls; you can only hope that his neighbors would not be suspicious of this totally-professional-relationship of yours.
as for the model himself, he couldn't care less, the only thing occupying his mind is that he has to lay his claim on you; to leave so many traces of his love on you that they will never fade no matter how many lives you have to go through—so he may always find you in every lifetime.
"keep your eyes on the mirror, darling," he clenches his jaw, guiding your chin up to face the fogged surface of the glass—yet it still cannot obstruct the sight of your lovely face; adorned with dark tears as a result of your smudged mascara, cheeks all warm and flushed, and trails of spit running down your chin. gosh, you really are the most gorgeous angel in this wretched world when you're fucked dumb on his dick.
"sir, i can't—"
"yes you can, and call me yingxing, please?" he coos, warm tongue prodding at your earlobe to coax you into obedience—not like he has to anyway.
"yingxing yingxing yingxing! please, i'm—hng!" because his name immediately leaves your agape mouth like a mantra, along with unidentified words that got lost in between mewls and screams of pleasure; and that's all it takes for the course of pleasure to run down his body, eyes tightly shut as he releases rope after rope into your womb, pressing himself directly on that one delicate, spongy spot inside your pulsating warmth—which then leads to your second orgasm, the waves of pleasure coursing down your spine as your body tenses up, sticky fluid gushing out and spilling down the floor with a squelch.
he stills himself, panting heavily as his broad chest press down on your back; you can feel just how heated up he has gotten, how his coat is all drenched with sweat, how his voice cracks slightly as he mutters praises under his breath, "you're taking me so well... can you feel how deep i am right now?" his hand trails up your abdomen to press on a particularly warm and slightly protruding spot in your tummy; he really did not hold back in marking you, huh?
finally, after you both have calmed down, yingxing begins to pepper kisses on your hair and cheek, slowly grinding all the cum back inside you; he despises seeing it leave you, "are you okay?"
"yes, sir..."
he frowns, thumb caressing your chin in a slow motion, "i told you to call me yingxing," your vision is blurry due to the tears bubbling up your eyes, but you swear you could hear him pout at that.
before you could answer, he flipped you over, a pair of muscular arms supporting your trembling body as he positioned you to sit back on the sink, "i guess i need to fuck you some more, don't i? that way, your pretty little brain will never forget my name again," his smile turns into a full-blown grin, eyes sharp with mischief; and you know that this stress-relieving session is going to take longer than you expected.
(going on anon bc im shy WHEHDHD🫡)
but how about a drabble of like, having a quickie with yingxing in his workshop or something 🤭🤭
bonus point if hes being a tease and kept edging you, forcing you to keep begging even tho he kept denying u anyways :3
𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒚 | yingxing (blade) drabble
a/n: SHSHHSJA I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ISTG (>w<) ♡ since i’m a bit biased (i am) i low-key made this drabble more longer than i originally planned to be ;w; but that shows how i love him sm
yingxing (blade) x fem!reader
warning: smutty drabble below! mentions of past!blade so there’s spoilers too ૮ • ﻌ - ა
you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy watching your lover work on his weapon forges.
it wasn’t rare to anyone in the xianzhou that YINGXING was a very hard worker when it comes to crafting masterpieces of a weapon, glands of sweat rolling down his forehead to his forearm before wiping it away with ease. no wonder jingliu wanted him to be the one forging the weapons for the high cloud quintet; not only they were easy to hold and durable, but they have a strong impact of slashes that were even hard to destroy.
he gives in a lot of effort to his creations. therefore, he spends most of his time on his crafting table to make sure they were perfect. every weapon he forges, he smiles as he creates a new masterpiece and takes his time.
but how could he forget such a cute darling like you?
if there’s one thing you knew about your lover, is that he likes to tease, make you pout when he gets the chance. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him as he hammers down a weapon, it wasn’t your fault you find it so hot when he rolls his sleeve down his sweaty arms during the heating process, it wasn’t your fault why you visit his smithy looking so alluring and ethereal in a new short gown baiheng gifted to you in order to show it to him, and it’s absolutely not your fault why the small items from his table (including the blueprints) were scattered onto the ground while you’re being fucked in his workshop.
…this is a different kind of “risky” he’s giving you, a memory that might be in your head for a couple of weeks, or even months because of how good he was slamming his hips onto that spot of yours over and over. you have no idea whether his workshop was soundproof, you’re scared if ever dan feng were to visit him—after all, that high elder often comes in without warning. he finds it endearing, how your soft smile when you entered his forging area was now shifted into a mouth that cries his name on repeat like he just damaged your brain.
he promised to make this quick since he still has some forgery to finish. you don’t want him to be distracted when he’s already so focused, do you?
“ngh..! ha..! ah! y-yingxing…!”
your helpless and breathless mewls just seemed to turn him on more along with the way your hands clawed its way onto his damp neck, pushing your legs further up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into that spot of yours, repeating his ruthless thrusts while he pants heavily over your shoulder. it was sticky, you both were getting sticky; it’s obvious you were close, the pain your nails were digging on his attire was certainly giving a sign. who wouldn’t? his tip penetrating deep inside on your cervix was already enough to send you over the edge.
“p-please…wan…wanna cum..!”
“not until i say so, sweetheart..” he breathes into your neck, taking in that scent of yours like a pervert as he grins, “be obedient and wait for my signal..”
you hated when he does this, so teasing…you’ve been a good girl, right? so why? you teared up a little, and that just riled something inside of him more.
suddenly without warning, yingxing lifts you up off his desk, carrying your body until you back hit the wall, pushing his cock back inside of your sobbing puffy cunt like he was running out of time. he didn’t give time to rub himself in you, he just straight up pushes himself in. yingxing picks up the pace, pushing his tongue into your mouth while carrying your legs, balancing your body in order for you not to fall back from the wall. he’s strong..as expected from one of the strongest in the luofu. you’re full on crying, drooling spill past both of your lips before he pulls away with a smile. he’s close too…you can see it from the way he bites down his lip, blood drawing out, shutting his eyes when you clenched down on him.
now you both were even.
“are you keeping it in?”
“p-please, please, please…wanna…cum, yingxing…!”
“just a little more…i—
he was cut off with a grunt, pushing you back up on the wall after you almost fell down. were you so fucked out from his thrusts it made you unable to hold yourself? he chuckles.
“that was close, huh? as i was saying..just a little more, darling…and then you can cum..”
god, this was unfair. it’s so much..it’s only been a past minute when you both decided for a quick-quick, yet the smithy was a mess with the scent of sex. dan feng was definitely going to question this after..
“c’mon…almost there..” he goes even more faster, you swore your eyes were gouging at the back of your head when it hits that soft spot in your walls over and over, feeling semen spill out little by little, his thrusts sloppier..holy shit, you were seeing the aeons at this point. yingxing had a vice grip over your thighs as he holds you tight, your head bumping on the wall behind you, hard. you could hear him curse underneath his breath.
“y-yingxing, please…!”
“shit…you wanna cum? come, my darling, let’s do it together..”
and with one last thrust, his lips on yours to silence your moans, the coil in your stomach was cut along with his, cum spilling down past your legs as you whined loudly in his mouth—ribbons of his release shooting inside of you, breeding you basically. your poor cunt spills his thick seed, tickling down to his legs and onto the floor. fucking messy, and fucking filthy.
he didn’t dare to drop you while you both catch your breath, after all he didn’t want you to be hurt. yingxing holds you tight, leaving a small mark over your neck as he pulls out, watching his dick soften, along with his release spilling out of you. he thinks you’re pretty, he knows you’re pretty, including with that new fucked our expression of yours. he kisses your cheek, to your nose and on your forehead. he smiles, acting like he didn’t fucked you like a goddamn beast.
“want to buy something with me at the market? i forgot i need more materials.”
this guy…
an: hehe! i love yingxing ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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.