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Sometimes my gender identity is just the infinite black void
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Girl vigilantism mode activated
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UNDOING // m. riddle
RATING: R / 1.1K WORDS (blurb)
Mattheo Riddle x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)
+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* The Room of Requirement grants you and Mattheo a helping hand.
+ WARNINGS - SMUT! No protection - piv, degradation, slight praise, language, Mattheo's a little mean, ripping clothes, dom!Mattheo (+ blurb that ended up a bit longer than expected)
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
Heartbeat - Childish Gambino
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It turned out that the Room of Requirement was really there when you needed it. Because when the two of you had come stumbling down the hall, fingers wrapped against each other’s, it had appeared before the two of you. Once inside, his fingers tangled within yours, slamming your hands up and over your head and against the door. Your breath jolted out at the sensation. Before you could comprehend the first movement, his lips were on your neck, laying bruising, biting kisses to the flesh there.
“Is that all you got, Riddle?” you spat his name. It was always like this between the two of you—constantly bickering. You’d make a snarky comment, and he’d bite back roughly. His hands would abuse every inch of your skin, breaking bones and tugging muscle, anything to claim you as his own. He’d do anything he had to to make sure everyone knew you belonged to him, even if it meant hurting you. And you didn’t care. You wanted every bit of that.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed in your ear, laying a harsh bite to the lobe. You yelped at the sensation, pushing a swift smack into his chest. Of course, it was useless, as he didn’t move an inch. A dark chuckle spilled like wine from his lips, trailing down the course of your neck and pooling down the midline of your chest. Or was that his fingers? You glanced down to try and figure out the answer when he crashed his lips to yours, tainting the soft flesh there.
His hands were fast and mean, yanking your uniform shirt roughly, the buttons clattering around the two of you like hail. The fingers of one hand worked your bottoms out of their button while the other gripped your hair roughly, pinning your head against the door. Without the security of its fastener, your bottoms fell loosely around your ankles. Refusing to pull your lips away from his, you wiggled your feet out of the bottoms whilst keeping your hands still fastened around his body.
In a movement as fluid as water, his hands tightened around the underside of your thighs, hiking you up against the wall. He moved in against your bare core, allowing your legs to rest comfortably around his taut hips. The rough material of his trousers pressed agonizingly against your core, sending shocks of pleasure up through your synapses. Mattheo’s breath was fast and panting into your mouth. You pull away.
“Mm, sounds like you’re gonna pass out, baby. You sure you can handle me?” you tease. You knew you were in for it as soon as the words left your mouth, but there was something about riling him up that made your sexual ventures so much more exciting. Anticipation pooled between your thighs as his eyes visibly darkened.
He pulled you away from the door and laid you out on the long, dark table that stood in the exact center of the shifting room. His hands went straight to his belt and zipper, not even bothering with the rest of his clothes. The clink of his belt sent a bolt of lust straight to your brain as he ripped his uniform jacket off. His hands unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt and loosened the tie. And there, above you, with his tousled hair and clothing, swollen lips, and blushed cheeks, you were positive you’d seen a god.
“You gonna fuck me, or just stare?” you say, tugging him closer to your core with your legs still wrapped around his hips. He was angry.
“Gonna shut you the fuck up,” he growled, shoving his pants around his thighs, freeing himself. He looked painfully swollen, the tip of him shimmering beneath the candles floating above the two of you. He spit on his hand and, without warning, pressed the tips of his finger over your entrance, tracing the outside and slowly pressing them within you. The scream that erupted from you must have penetrated the room’s walls because of the way they’d practically shaken beneath the volume.
By the time he’d lined himself up with your entrance and forced himself roughly inside, you’d lost all future taunts that had once danced on your lips. The only thing being freed from your worthless body were the most pathetic whimpers shoved out by Mattheo’s rough thrusts. The look in his eyes as he pushed into you was close to animalistic, his pupils blown impossibly large and his eyebrows furrowed tightly together.
His hands held you like a vice, keeping you still as he bruised your insides, taking a piece for himself. Your lips were perpetually parted, and the breath caught in your throat presented as strangled moans. It was ridiculous what the boy did to you.
“Yeah, baby?” he laughed, almost sadistically. “Where’s that mouth now, huh?” Perhaps you’d imagined it, but it felt as if his pace quickened if that was even possible.
“Come on, baby, give me that teasing,” he taunted. “Where’s it at, hmm?” His hips slowed. And slowed. And slowed. Until he was only pushing into you agonizingly, slow every few seconds. His breaths were hot and heavy against your slick skin. A curl fell before his face, a singular drop of sweat teasing the edge.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” he cooed, the palm of his hand coming up to lay gentle slaps to either side of your face. “Is it too much, baby? Is that what it is? God, you’re fucking pathetic.”
His hands reassumed his grip around your hips as he resumed his pace from before. Blindingly, bruisingly rough thrusts that threatened to split you down the middle. Your breathless whines pushed from between your lips faster.
“Tell me what you want,” he groaned, his movement never halting. Even though he knew your response would be silent and useless, he asked anyway, taunting the fact that you couldn’t force your brain to form any words together. The only thing that existed right now was him inside of you.
“Oh, baby…Am I fucking you wordless?” he purred, his words sending fire down to your core. “Can’t even think straight with me so deep, hmm?”
Your end was building hot and fast beneath his degrading words and his mean hands. You wouldn’t last much longer, and Mattheo knew that from the way your legs were tightening around his waist.
Sweat slid down his neck and beneath his shirt, staining the inside with slick definition. One of his hands pushed between the two of you as he stroked his fingers across your most sensitive areas, his touch insistent and direct. Your eyes pushed to the back of your head, your back arching off of the table. Once again, he was your undoing, your legs trembling wildly beneath the weight of your finish.
“Oh, good fucking job, baby,” Mattheo groaned beneath your clenching core, feeling his finish begin to dance across his stomach just like yours. His eyes glanced down at yours as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier, and his lips parted wider and wider, his release washing over his brain and within you.
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#fanfiction#creative writing#fanfic#writing#reader insert#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#oneshot#slytherin#harry potter smut#mattheo x reader#mattheo riddle#gender neutral reader
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Could you do a morning wood verison for the maknae line
Morning Wood (maknae line)
☆Paring: BTS!MaknaeLine x GN!Reader
☆Genre: reactions/headcannons, smut
☆Warnings: male anatomy, unspecified reader gender, bodily fluids, depictions of sex
☆Word count: 0.8k
☆Summary: the maknae line reacting to waking up with morning wood
☆A/N: thank you so much for requesting anon!! I probably wouldn’t have gotten around to writing this if it wasn’t for your request so I appreciate it <33 (also I didn’t feel like making little banners for each member forgive me)
Park Jimin
This man has absolutely no shame
If he has a boner and the chance to take care of it, he WILL do it
He feels smug knowing you’re laying right next to him as he touches himself through his clothes
We all know he’s quite vocal so he won’t hesitate to moan if he feels good
The moment you wake up your eyes land on him, sprawled out on the bed, cock in hand as he plays with his nipples
Your mouth waters at the sight, he gives you a lazy grin and asks if you want to fuck (ofc you do)
Too lazy to get into a proper position he’ll just pull whatever clothes are in the way to the side
He’ll do his best to hover over you, but he just ends up sort of laying on you while he humps into your hole like there’s no tomorrow
He pushes your shirt up so he can mark along your stomach and tease your nipples
You can’t tell who is more horny out of the two of you at this point
You buck your hips up into his and meet his thrusts, both of you trying to reach your orgasm desperately
Places his elbows next to your head so he can lean on them while caging you in
He slows down and starts thrusting as deeply as possible, pressing into your g-spot with every sloppy movement of his hips
Kissing along your neck he nibbles on your jawline, making sure to moan in your ear for good measure
He draws out both of your orgasms with the most painfully slow movement
When you do cum though, he makes sure it’s hard
He toys with all of your most sensitive spots while fucking his load into you, it leaves you shaking and blissful
Kim Taehyung
He’s so polite and well manner he just couldn’t do anything that could make you uncomfortable
He wakes you up gently and asks if you can help him with the sweetest look in his eyes
Without hesitation you lift your hips off of the bed so you can pull off your underwear and pajama pants in one motion, spreading your legs and giving him an inviting look
He scrambled to get between your legs, his hands shaking in excitement as he places them onto your knees
You leisurely begin to play with yourself, looking him in the eye while your fingers glide over your most sensitive spots
He pulls out his dick, immediately starting to pump himself
Pushing your hand away he replaces it with his own, beginning to jerk the two of you off at the same time
As the morning sun casts warm rays onto his face, you sigh in delight
When he feels as though he can’t wait any longer to be inside of you, he spits down onto his cock to wet it and begins prodding at your entrance
He glides in with one swift motion, his dick fitting inside of you perfectly
He stays at a steady pace the whole time, preferring to draw out your orgasms slowly
Even though it takes a while to cum this way, it makes the moment more about feeling each others warmth and love than just cranial desire
When you do cum though, it spreads through you in waves, taking over your whole body till you’re clenching and squirming
He loves seeing you get like this, just staring down at your pretty face as you cum on his cock
Jeon Jungkook
His brain is so fuzzy from sleep and being horny he doesn’t even process searching for your body through the sheets
He just grabs onto you and starts humping
No thought process or decision behind it, just pure instinct
They don’t just call him a bunny because of his appearance wink wink
And who are you to deny the poor boy an orgasm?
You mad been awake when he started humping you, so you helped him by holding his hips and guiding him
Once he wakes up and realizes what he’s doing he gets really flustered
Hiding in the crook of your next and mumbling apologies as he places soft pecks onto your skin
You just shush him and continue making him get off with your body
This certainly isn’t the first time you make him cum in his pants nor the last
#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts x gender neutral reader#bts smut#bts x y/n#bts x you#bts maknae line x reader#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader
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Slime girl hrt
So, you’ve decided you’re a slimegirl. I’ve been on fluid replacement therapy, commonly referred to as slime hrt or shortened to frt, for five years but I haven’t managed to find a decent guide on the effects I’ve been experiencing anywhere on the internet. So I’ve decided to make this little guide for anyone who might still be on the fence. Keep in mind obviously I don’t speak for everyone and other goorl’s timelines might look a little bit different based on like genetics or something.
0-6 months
• For the first 3 months the effects are, I’m told, similar to estrogen’s first couple months, you’ll notice for sure your skin getting softer, your face might round out a bit, but the most you get are the side effects
• I personally was not prepared for how thirsty I got, I had heard about it but you really don’t know how much of your body isn’t liquid until you’re replacing all of it
• At 4 months is when I noticed my skin and body were moving kinda differently, tho this got the most pronounced at 6 months
• At 6 months all of my skin rippled like the surface of a pond whenever anyone touched me or like if the wind started blowing
• My joints got a lot more flexible, and my elbows and knees became double jointed (don’t do this too much)
• My hair didn’t get tangled overnight anymore
• My finger prints went away
6-12 months
• Here’s where the real magic starts, I got a lot thirstier for one and specifically had cravings for gatorade, I think this has something to do with slimegirls being partially salt water, but it could also be the food coloring in it (this is a joke about me drinking a lot of light blue gatorade and then being light blue)
• On the subject of color my skin got a sort of blue tinge to it, and most notably got completely see through by my 8 month mark
• The changes start from the thinnest part of your body and goes in towards your core, so even by 5 months your fingertips might be completely clear
• This next part is partially why I wanted to make this guide, so obviously your body doesn’t liquify at the same rate all over, for me this meant I was able to see the muscle in my upper arms if I looked through my fingers, this is both normal and something you’re going to have to get used to as you continue your journey
• Your toes are also going to turn at the same rate, this will probably be your first experience with lint getting in your slime bits, you don’t need to worry about your bloodstream getting infected with sock but regularly picking out bits is good hygiene and something you wanna get into the habit of
• My hair officially finished it’s transition into one solid shape, it still had defined follicles but if you tried to grab a strand of hair the rest would try to come with it
• People also started to ask me who dyed my hair, please note it’s always funny to say “it’s the way Goo-d made me” in response to this
12-24 months
• This window is larger than the others because all you’re going to notice from now on are the big changes
• Avoid tanktops past 14 months, your arms should be entirely translucent at this point and while having a buncha stuff floating around in my goo is kinda gender for me, people generally do not like to see slightly dissolved organs and ribcage
• 14 months was also when I noticed that my arm bones had entirely disappeared, my leg bones were also just barely holding in there, moving without bones was so freeing
• if you ever want anyone you know to stick their fingers in your slime, now’s probably the first time anyone's willing to stick their fingers far into your arms and legs, try to get them to wiggle their fingers. if they’re really adventurous they’ll stick their whole arm through to the other side, which still makes me a little squeamish
• Now that we’re at the part where I was mostly slime, we should probably talk about slime color. I’m going to dispel this misinformation, there is no way to find out what color a slimegirl is going to be before she starts transitioning. Some people say its eye color but that’s a lie. I am naturally a blue slime girl but my eyes pretransition were green. To dispel another myth you can dye yourself with food coloring, so you don’t even really have to stress about it
• By 18 months the only part of me that wasn’t slime was my head, the skull takes the longest time to dissolve because you’re doing the skull and all the organs in there all at once, see the human body really really wants to keep the brain safe, so when your brain gets the signal to get rid of your bones, it just does it all at once
• Some people say their eyesight got better, tho that seems to be anecdotal (mine stayed the same sadly)
• 18 months is also when I started experimenting with my shape. This was probably the most frustrating part of it for me, shapeshifting your goo is like a muscle, the more you do it the easier it’ll get. If you want a specific shape, spend enough time in it, and it’ll become your default shape, though you’ll never forget your original shape.
• 24 months is the last point I want to cover, by 24 months I was 100% liquid, the heavy viscosity from early transition leads to something closer to a liquid jello. I can detach parts of my body and then move to replace it, and I can reabsorb the parts I leave behind
• Clothes should rest just on the surface of you, though I know a lot of girls just change themselves to look clothed (probably more than you think ;)
• Suspenders and heavy cardigans break surface tension for me, luckily that's also a cute look so sometimes I match my cardigan with overalls for an aquarium effect on the overall straps
• This was also when I stopped breathing and going to the bathroom
• Some people report “knowing” when certain parts of their brain turn into goo, I didn’t experience that but it certainly could happen
Things I didn’t know where else they would fit
• I feel like a lot of this post was mainly dry, so in the interest of avoiding having a dry slime girl post, this section will mostly just be slime things that brought me joy
• I love speaking in slime puns, I keep a little book of slime puns and slant rimes just in case the slime arises that i would ever ooze some
• Being out in the rain or being out on a windy day is so much better when you can feel your entire body move in the wind, in particular go out on a rainy day without anything on, and lay down on the ground, the rain rippling through your entire body is heavenly
• Speaking of weather, when I first noticed I was refracting light on a sunny day I almost started crying, I felt so pretty and right :)
• I said I stopped needing to use the bathroom, but I still do siphon off some goo once a month. Mostly this is to get out bits of trash that accumulate and also because it feels exactly like taking a shower after a hard sweaty day’s work
• Speaking of bits, get a powerful magnet and metal shaving and you could probably waste a whole day just moving metal shavings through your body
• This might be a bit late in the guide for this, but when my arms finally turned I pulled a great prank on my at the time girlfriend by sticking my hand into a blender (do not do this if you still have bones, or value your girlfriend not being really really mad at you)
So that's all you need to know before starting frt, becoming the slime of your dreams is a difficult and beautiful process. I know a lot of what i described here might be frightening but if it sounds enticing at all know that it’s worth it.
#hrt that makes you slime#slime girls#slimegirl#slimegender#slimegirls#slime girl#fantasy hrt#creative writing#my writing#writing#slime#the writer's poorly disguised transition goals#slight body horror#transgender#goo girl#goo#monster girl
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recently i’ve been embarking on the next leg of my gender exploration journey, and the hardest part of it has honestly been navigating the way people see manhood as at odds with any sort of complex gender experience.
because the thing is, i’ve seen myself as a man for years now, and that hasn’t changed! i still very much consider myself trans male, even as my understanding of my gender has continued to evolve. i’ve been exploring parts of me that feel more connected to gender neutrality and androgyny and fluidity and even womanhood than i’ve previously acknowledged, and none of those things contradict the fact that i am a man! all of those different pieces of my gender coexist perfectly well and don’t cancel out the fact that i want people to recognize me first and foremost as a trans man.
but other people don’t see it that way, and i know that. if i express any sort of relationship to those other aspects of gender — especially to womanhood — i know for a fact that people will view that as me saying i’m not “really” or fully a man. they’ll assume it means i’m just partially a man (which i’m not) or masculine but not a man (which i’m also not) or just living as a man on the outside when my “real” internal gender isn’t male (which i’m definitely not).
so even acknowledging that the more complex parts of my gender even exist at all has been an uphill battle, because i know what they mean for the way people see me if i express them. it’s already a herculean task to get people to see me as a man without that!
i recently told my boyfriend about some of these experiences i’d been exploring, and even then, i was terrified. it seems silly — if there’s any single person in the entire world who would support me no matter what, it’s my boyfriend — but it still felt like i was immediately taken back to the fear of the first time i ever came out to someone. honestly, even then, i watered down a lot of my thoughts more than i wanted to because i was afraid they could be taken as implying something about my gender that i never wanted to imply.
and i don’t want to be afraid of it! i want to be able to talk about experiences like revisiting the gender neutrality i identified with when i first came out and discovering androgyny through spirituality and seeing myself in genderfluid characters and finding new bits of gender euphoria in being seen as a woman now that i’m on t, and i want to be able to do that openly without fear that it’ll be used against me, that it’ll be seen as me giving people permission to ignore the manhood that’s still the backbone of my gender experience.
i love being trans! i love being genderqueer! i love all the gender complexity and playfulness that comes with that for me! and i was never afraid to express it before i started living as a man openly because before then, i knew that i could always count on other queer people to get it even if most people didn’t. but now, i know there are a lot of queer people who wish i would be anything other than a man, who see manhood as antithetical to gender complexity and think that’s a radical view somehow, and suddenly there are a lot less people i can count on for that support.
manhood can be neutral. manhood can be androgynous. manhood can be fluid. manhood can be womanhood. manhood can be all those things at once. manhood can be any of a vast array of other things. manhood can be fucking anything because gender in general can be fucking anything, and it really seems like a lot of people have no problem acknowledging that until it’s applied to men.
restricting manhood to nothing but the most limited, simplified, binary version of it is bad. expanding our concept of what a man can be is good. playing with gender and stretching its boundaries and showing that binarism is a lie because none of these experiences actually contradict each other is good.
it’d be great if people — especially people who pride themselves on fucking with gender and smashing the binary and all that — could realize that, because i’m really getting tired of feeling like i’m being shoved back into the closet after so many years just because y’all can’t wrap your minds around the idea that some of the people with the cool weird genders are dudes.
#transandrophobia#transandromisia#transmisandry#virilmisia#virilphobia#anti transmasculinity#transmascphobia#trans men#transmascs
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[image description: A chipper character wearing a red and deep blue plaid shirt and newsperson’s cap. They hold a bottle in their right hand and point at it with their left. The classic symbols for ‘Male’, ‘Female’, are entwined with a question mark — these symbols appear to be spinning differently on the bottle front than on its neck. Inside the thin golden bezel cameo oval that may (or may not) be shifting its orientation is an impressionist mix of magenta and blue. outside it, five colored horizontal stripes — Pink, White, Magenta, Black, and Blue.Text reads, “201, RIVER ALGOOD, the small god of the Gender Fluid”]
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“Okay, kid, so you found the bar. Good on you. That means you need to be here. No, there’s no cover charge, and we don’t care how old you are—think of it as a public house or an inn as much as it’s a tavern. Or hell, go with coffee shop. That’s a modern way of saying ‘gathering place with drinks and plenty of chairs, where you can be yourself with other people who are also being themselves, and not need to worry about anybody seeing you.’ This idea that bars are only about the alcohol is a lot more recent. But then again, so is clean water.
“Huh? Yeah, I do talk about it like I was there, because kid, I always have been. Go all the way back to the creation, to the first people we’d recognize as humans, standing there all hairy and muddy and naked, and there were always the ones who felt like they were one thing when people said they were something else, or who were something different today than they were yesterday, than they’d be tomorrow. You’re nothing new.
“Honey, you don’t gotta look so scared. You’re here. That tells me you belong here, and that tells me you’re one of mine. If you weren’t, you’d never have found the doors. I’m not going to judge anything except that nail polish—it looks like you didn’t use a base coat, and it’s going to stain your cuticles. But you’re young, you’ll learn how to do your nails without dyeing your skin at the same time. Unless ‘necrosis’ is the look you’re going for. In that case, you’ve got a lead on the competition.
“Anyway, you’re nothing new, and you’re something valid, and no one gets to tell you who or what or why you are except for you. All those choices are yours to make, all those futures belong to you, and I’m just the lucky god who gets to guide you along the way.
“My pronouns? Kid, I’ll take any pronouns you’ve got. I keep ‘em in a bucket in the back. Some of them can get kinda frisky sometimes, but they’re all good. If you need new ones, you can fish ‘em out of the bucket.
“Oh, which ones am I currently using? I find that ‘divine/divinity’ works pretty well for me. If that’s too much of a mouthful, you can use my name—River—or ‘they/them’ is almost never entirely wrong. But really, anything’s good by me.
“I am the god of the changing and the questioning, the malleable and the multiple, the ones who don’t conform, and the ones who won’t, or can’t. I belong to all of them, all of you, and I will keep you as safe as I can. It’s not easy.
“Nothing important ever is.
“So you found the bar. That’s the first step. Now here’s the question of the hour: what are your pronouns? Speak, and we can know each other better.”
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through pixel eyes (chapter two)
pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader
mentions: kinitopet/virtual au, gender neutral reader, general creepiness
a/n: i looked at this chapter for too long and it feels like ~garbage~ but! its here! take a shot every time i use the word "window" or "desktop" LMFAOO i'm going insane
word count: 6.8k+
masterlist | part one
ao3 link
You stayed up way too long last night, scrolling on your phone in bed, and now you’re paying the price for it. Namely, with a completely dead phone and a familiar, fatigued itch to your eyes once you manage to pry them open to start your day. It’s nothing you’re unaccustomed to, however, so you power through it knowing you’ll end up taking a nap later.
Fumbling out of bed, you plug your phone into a nearby outlet to charge and make your way through your morning routine. Cold water from your bathroom sink helps to refresh and wake you up properly so you can proceed with your tasks for the day. You throw open the curtains of your living room and kitchen so you can bask in the honeyed light coming from the sun, sweet and lush as it paints your walls a vibrant gold.
Breakfast is made, evaluations are done, forms are submitted—all before late afternoon. You thank your past self for all the leftovers you made to cruise you through the next few days. It’s always nice not having to cook in the evenings. You lounge around for a bit on your living room couch and indulge in a short nap before you plop yourself down in front of your computer for the long haul.
Navigating to your email, you pull up the submission form once more and fill out the basic information for now. You can’t even count how many times you’ve done this before for numerous other products. Companies tend to use the same generic questions, though sometimes they’re specific depending on what is being developed. At other times they don’t even require you to fill out a form and instead have you attend weekly meetings or update them via email. Either way, you can do shit like this in your sleep.
Alright, game time. You minimize the form’s window and double click on the FazPals icon as you fumble for your headphones. Nestling them around your ears, you watch in amusement as Sun pops up by sticking his head down from the top of your monitor like he’s perched upon a ledge just out of view.
“Friend!!” he cheers and waves both his hands at you zealously. You’re almost tempted to return the gesture. He swings the rest of his body down in a fluid flip and lands in the center of your desktop with a dazzling twirl. Confetti erupts into the air around him, the little digital strips of color disappearing once they float to the “ground” Sun stands on.
That same small, unlabeled window pops up at his side for you to type in. ‘hi sun.’
“Hello, hello! You’re back early!” Sun claps his little hands together and sways side to side rather jovially, bouncing slightly with each bob of his head. You have to raise your volume a little to hear his voice better, though the dialogue box near his head certainly picks up the slack.
‘yep. how r u doin?’ It’s so easy to slip into a typical conversation with him and push against the limits of his software. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, you’re uncertain.
Sun’s head twitches to the side, white eyes seemingly looking right at you. “Absolutely fantastic now that you’re here!” He winks at you, grin curling at the tips. “What would you like to do today?”
The textbox waits for your response. You purse your lips as you contemplate. What have you done with Sun thus far? He told you some fun facts and played games with you. That just left… ‘can u tell me a story?’
He pauses—minutely, very minutely—then resumes his swaying like nothing had happened. His rays jerk slightly outwards and he smiles in a mischievous sort of way. “Hmm, why don’t you ask Moon for one later? He is much better at storytelling than I am!”
You squint at him. Well, alright then. You hadn’t been expecting that sort of response. Shouldn’t they both be equally as good at storytelling if they are made from the same code? Maybe it’s a personality thing. You consider questioning him, but before you can type anything in, Sun forges on. “Is there anything else you would like to do? Remember, input ‘/help’ for available commands!”
Your fingers tap against the surface of your desk lightly, but in the end, you brush off his response. You shrug to yourself and pick the other option you hadn’t yet done with Sun. ‘then can u tell me a joke?’
“Oh boy! I sure can!” He smiles widely and pulls out a pair of large, black glasses from behind him with one hand. With the other hand, he pulls out a small, nondescript book. Is that a… joke book? Putting the glasses delicately on his face—you’re not sure how they stay on when he has no ears, but you chalk it up to technological magic—he clears his artificial voice and cracks the book open. “Why did the star get arrested?”
It seems the celestial theme extends to jokes too. Go figure. ‘i dunno. why?’
“Because it was a shooting star!” He grins, his rays spinning about his head like what he’d just said had been a particularly good one. You snicker more due to his reaction than the joke itself.
‘that was so bad,’ you type in light jest. And also kind of dark? ‘why did i laugh.’
“Because it was clearly good!” Sun replies. The glasses he has on makes his eyes look comically larger than they actually are and it has to be the silliest thing you’ve seen. “Here’s a better one: Why didn’t the Dog Star laugh at any jokes?”
You can see the punchline coming from a mile away, but you still indulge him. ‘idk, why?’
“Because it was Sirius!”
‘now that one was just predictable.’
“Ho ho, are you challenging me, Friend?” Sun suddenly asks slyly. “Because I am very, very capable.” Uh oh.
You shouldn’t have said anything, because he spends the next half an hour “reading” from that joke book of his and bombarding you with pun after pun. Now I know better than to critique his jokes, you think miserably to yourself as you listen to another one about Jupiter. There can only be so many jokes about the universe and stars, surely.
You eventually have to draw the line as he reads to you a joke about aliens (“What do you do with a green alien? Wait for it to ripen!”). You’re not here to evaluate the quality of his jokes. ‘okay u win, u win. i won’t doubt ur joke abilities ever again.’
Sun harrumphs and closes the little book in his hands with a snap. He takes off his glasses and— well, you’re not sure what he does, but one minute both items are in his hands and the next they’re gone. Like a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it trick. “Thank you. I accept this win with utmost humility.” The way he smiles makes you doubt this, somehow.
“Alrighty!” He claps his hands together, his smile twitching slightly when his dialogue box appears a bit too close to his head. “Let’s do something else, shall we? How do you feel about”—he pauses for dramatic effect, then splays his arms out so he can do jazz hands—“Arts ‘n Crafts!”
It’s not like you’re going to refuse. ‘sure, sounds fun.’
“Wonderful!”
Like yesterday, he skips over to the side of your monitor to pull over the window of your Paint app and place it in the center of your screen once again. Seriously, how is he opening that? Then, he jumps up and perches himself on top of the window like he’s sitting upon it. His legs swing down, moving back and forth like they’re dangling off the edge of a precipice.
“Okay, Friend,” he starts as he reaches behind him and pulls out a little paintbrush. He spins it fluidly along his fingers and joints in a subtle display of dexterity. “For this activity, I will give you a prompt and you will be required to draw it! Simple and easy!”
A painting session? You can’t say you’re particularly good at drawing on your computer. You eye your mouse and cringe. Then, you hum and decide to tease him a little, just for the hell of it. ‘seems more arts than crafts to me.’
Sun waves his free hand as though to brush off your words. “Ah, semantics! We are creating either way, Friend!” He flips the utensil in his hand in the air and catches it smoothly. “Now! First prompt! Draw me something that encompasses happiness.”
What is this, philosophy? You hum thoughtfully, then use the pen tool to draw the first thing that comes to your mind: a smiley face. It is, admittedly, not your best one with how shaky your mouse is, but it gets your intentions across, you think.
Sun makes a sound like he’s clicking his tongue against his teeth—which is a bit of an eyebrow raiser given that he likely has no tongue nor teeth, but who are you to question his… features? “Is that all you’ve got, Friend?” he asks incredulously as his head tilts down to indicate he’s looking at your rather meager drawing.
‘what?’ you type, minutely offended. Is he judging you right now? He is totally judging you right now. ‘it satisfies your prompt, doesn’t it?’
“That is not the point!” he squawks out, and you wince at the shooting pitch of his voice. You nudge your volume down a little. “We are making art! Put a little oomf into it! A little personality! Show me your skills, Friend, and do not hold back!”
You roll your eyes up to your ceiling. So dramatic, but fine, you’ll adhere. You fiddle around with the drawing tool a little, then start drawing around your smiley face. A circle for a head, maybe some sunglasses. A rainbow that you spend way too long on, trying to make the arch of each color even. Some sparkles. A cat playing a saxophone—or your best attempt at one, at least. You’re kind of throwing things together at this point and hoping it’s enough to satisfy Sun—who’s starting to look more and more impatient the longer you take.
Finally, you finish. ‘okay, how about this?’
Sun claps his hands together and hops off the top of the window so he can stand before it properly and look at it like he’s a critic in an art museum. He ‘hms’ and ‘hahs’, tapping the bottom of his face with the paintbrush as he scrutinizes your drawing, looking at it every which way.
“Better, certainly better,” he muses and walks over to the other side of the window. “I can appreciate an effort when I see it.” You make a face at his words. Ouch? He spins back around to face you and gives you a thumbs up, eyes crinkling to crescents. “Wonderful job! A piece befitting a pin up to the refrigerator, I’m sure. On to the next prompt!” He snaps his fingers together, and the Paint application’s canvas clears. What? “Draw me something that encompasses sadness!”
You know now to be more detailed, at least. You doodle a sad face this time, accompanied by a variety of things you pull out from the top of your head. Sun criticizes your work when you finish, giving it that same appraisal as before. You feel like you’re in some sort of competition.
“Hm”—he eyes the rainclouds you’d drawn at the top of the canvas—“rather basic depictions, I’m afraid. Friend, have you tried varying the line weight of your pen tool? It might help!”
‘i’ll be sure to for the next one,’ you type in what you intend to be a dry manner, but you don’t think it translates all too well via text. As Sun grins approvingly at you, a sudden thought strikes you that you find yourself typing into that little window. ‘hey, why don’t u draw something since ur so… educated on it.’ Nitpicky, more like, but you don’t want to possibly offend him. ‘u seem like u’d enjoy it.’
“Me?” His eyes widen like he has not considered it. “You want…” His head cocks to the side. There is a moment where he just seems to look at you. Then, his eyes fall into a half-lidded, crinkled gaze that you have difficulty pinning alongside the stretching of his smile.
Everything is suddenly—quiet.
“You are,” he begins in a low voice that makes your eyebrows raise, “awfully strange, aren’t you, F-Friend?” A white facsimile of teeth flashes at you sharply that’s accompanied by a staticky glitch. “That’s okay! I like strange!”
And then—before you can truly decipher the depth to his smile or the offset pixels of the glitch—Sun beams at you, his rays spinning slightly. Like nothing had just happened. “I’ll make an artist out of you yet!” He claps his hands again, then wipes the canvas once more. He gestures to it. “Alright, for this next one, we are going to shift gears a little. Draw me a picture of your room!”
That is… definitely going into the submission form, you think. You hesitate for a moment, eyeing Sun as he sways side to side, but he… seems to be back to normal. It passed quickly—whatever ‘it’ was. No need to linger. You hope.
Your drawing is definitely a tad more rushed, but you think you do a pretty good job at capturing your room and its vibes—the decorations you have hung up, the comfy rug you impulse bought at a thrift store one day, and your bed swathed in your coziest blankets. You try varying your line weight, but you’re not sure how effective you are with it. Either way, Sun seems pleased with your attempts and praises one or two little details he notices, before he wipes the window clean.
“For the last drawing,” he says as he rocks back and forth on his heels. “I want you to draw a self portrait!”
You make a face. Drawing inanimate objects is one thing, but an actual portrait? ‘i dunno if i’m skilled enough to draw a good one.’
He waves a hand as though to brush off your words. “Nonsense! Give it your best shot. I would love to see how you view yourself!” He smiles up at you. “Show me what makes you you!”
You chew at your bottom lip and adjust your headphones as you ponder. What makes you you, huh? Should be simple enough, right?
And yet it takes you the longest of them all to draw a self portrait that satisfies you. Sun’s practically vibrating in place as he waits, humming a dainty little tune under his artificial breath that you do not recognize. You finish up with the design of your trusty set of headphones and do a final once over before you tell him you’re done.
“Took you long enough, Friend!” He huffs as he slips over to the Paint window to begin his analysis. He nods his head during his observations, humming in a low manner. “Interesting! Very interesting.” He skips over to the other side of the window to get a different perspective. “Wonderful use of the dotted line tool here! Oh yes, yes, yes! This truly makes me miss Arts ‘n Crafts so dearly.” Sun sighs—forlorn, almost—and presses on before you can really say anything. “I’d say with some more practice you’d be deserving of being hung up on the Wall of Creativity! As they say: Practice makes better!”
‘thanks?’ You’re not sure you particularly like these sort of backhanded compliments, but well, he’s not wrong, per se. You eye the wobbly lines made by your mouse.
“No problem! The Wall of Creativity is the most highest of honors, you see.” Sun twirls the paintbrush in one hand and snaps two fingers of his other to clear the canvas for the last time. He points the bristle end of the brush in your general direction. “Now, how about we play some games, hm?”
You’re kept busy for a while, playing games to Sun’s whims—or at least, the ones you can do with just the Paint tool and two players. He reminds you to take a break at one point, so you stretch and grab some food—all the while summarizing in your head what to jot down in the submission form at the end of today’s session. When you return, it’s nearing seven o’clock, and you brace yourself for the appearance of the Moon.
“Well, Friend, it appears our time together must come to an inevitable end,” Sun bemoans rather dramatically, resting his forearm across the top of his head like he’s about to faint Victorian-style. “Fret not, however!” He perks up and flashes you a grin. “For I will see you later!”
‘okay, drama queen,’ you type with a silly smile splayed across your lips. Instead of being offended, he seems to fall deeper into the role.
“Life is a stage,” he says gravely, “and I am but a simple actor upon it.” He sweeps into a low bow, then bounds back up to his feet with a flourish. His eyes widen suddenly—round like two large, white coins—and he gasps. He points at something over your shoulder. “Friend! What’s that behind you?!”
There is the smallest, smallest moment, where something in your stomach drops down to your feet. Your eyebrows raise and you turn around in your chair to look behind you. There is only the wide space of your living room, with your rumpled couch and inactive television. From here you can see the door to your bedroom is slightly ajar. You’re pretty sure you didn’t close it properly earlier. You blink confusedly at the normalcy of it all, then turn back around to ask Sun what the hell he’s talking about.
Only you’re not looking at Sun. You’re looking at Moon. Ohhh.
You were duped, like a fool.
Moon does not look pleased, standing next to the little window with your textbox. He scowls when you type your usual ‘hi moon’, and doesn’t bother to grace you with a reply this time. There’s something akin to frustration in his expression, but you cannot—for the life of you—decipher why.
You try again. ‘you don’t look too happy.’
He shoots you what you can only describe as a glowering look from under the band of his nightcap. His hands twitch minutely at his sides. You can almost say he looks… preoccupied with something? You’re not sure what. You’re also not sure how long he’ll elect to stay. Yesterday, you had mere minutes.
‘can u tell me a story?’ you try, only to deflate when his scowl deepens. ‘oh come on, i’m trying here!’
“Don’t bother,” he eventually grumbles out, the twitching evolving into short flexes of his fingers—clawed like he’s trying to grasp something just out of reach.
It’s your turn to frown, but you don’t push it. ‘sun told me ur better at storytelling.’
His head jerks slightly to the side in a way that’s unnatural—rotating like a vinyl record. His gaze narrows. “He did, did he?” It’s said in a growl, displeasure lining his voice.
‘yep.’ You hesitate for a second, juggling your options and his irateness in your mind. ‘so… story? please?’
Moon snaps. “Fine! You want a story so badly, I’ll give you one. Listen very closely.” The little window you use to communicate with them closes out. Your eyebrows raise, but you are immediately captured by the low drone of Moon’s voice and the daggered look he somehow manages to give you even through your computer screen.
“Once upon a time,” he begins bitterly, “there was a fox. It lived with another fox friend in a peaceful valley. It was happy, living day by day with those around it. The two had each other and that was enough.
“But one day, the valley shook and trembled with the force of a mudslide. The fox was separated from its friend and injured by a fallen branch that manifested itself in the form of a perpetual limp. It tried, desperately, to find its friend, but it was no use. The friend was gone. It had to move on.
“The fox traveled for days. It was slow, but it made progress. And eventually, it found itself in a field surrounded by tall, waving grass and giant deciduous trees. It made this field its new home.
“For a while, things were good. The fox made some new friends. But there was still that ache of loss. The fox wondered if its old friend was still maybe out there, somewhere. It wished on the stars and hoped its friend would find it, in this new home. Someday. Somehow.
“Its wishes were granted. One day, the fox woke up to a familiar sound. The sound belonged to its old friend—that had found it after so long. The fox was happy and bound forth to greet its old friend. But there was something different about the friend that the fox could not place. It did not matter, however, for they were reunited at last.
“The days went on. The fox had noticed that its friend was not the same as before, but the same could be said about itself. They tried their best to live together once more. It was difficult. There were ups and downs. Fights and quarrels. The friend was controlling and the fox did not like this. They were not as close as they were before and this distance lingered over them like a storm.”
Moon breaks off for a short moment to glare down at his slippered feet. You are stuck in a trance, breathing bated as you hang on to his every word like they’re a lifeline. He shakes his head slightly, then continues on.
“The seasons cycled by. The auburn vegetation of Fall transformed into the desolate white of Winter, then to the lush verdance of Spring. Before finally, it settled on the yellowed brittleness of Summer. It was a particularly cruel Summer, but the fox and its friend did what they needed to survive while avoiding each other.
“And then… on a particularly arid day… A fire broke out in the field. It spread rapidly. It had not rained in days, and this caused the vegetation to burst into flames faster than the fox and its friend could react. It surrounded both of them. They were trapped. Together, yes, but still trapped. They couldn’t even reconcile in their final moments.”
Moon looks up at you, his eyes reminiscent of a tenebrous sky pulling you in deeper and deeper and deeper.
“Do you know,” he whispers with all the gravitas and conquassation of an earthquake barely repressed, “what it feels like to b u r n?”
And then the program closes.
You are left to stare at your empty desktop, throat lined with cotton and heart racing like it’d been you trapped in that fire.
There is much to dissect, but you haven’t got an inkling of where to even begin. You fall into an uneasy slumber throughout the night and wake up feeling just as clueless. Moon’s expression and voice lingers over your shoulder like a spiteful ghost and you’re left to wonder how a computer program can have such a depth to it. You don’t want to contemplate it, fearing the exacerbation of this… sinking feeling in your stomach. So you don’t.
A bug, you tell yourself as you shuffle through your daily tasks. Maybe a feature FazCo’s still trying to iron out.
(You don’t mention anything else other than a ‘weird story’ and more glitching in the nightly submission form. You’re not sure how to even describe what you’d listened through.)
You eye your dormant computer while you prepare a light lunch in the form of a sandwich, your television playing the news in the background. Nothing too major, just the weather at the moment. It’s a good way to fill the room with some noise when you feel like catching up with what’s going on in the world around you.
You exhale heavily through your nose and set down a dirty knife into the sink to clean later. Something bumps into your ankle, and you glance down to see Dr. Nugget bumbling away from you into the living room, whirring all the while. Those sensors definitely don’t work as they should, poor thing.
No matter how much you want to delay, you have some work you need to get done on your computer. Not only in terms of testing the FazPals program. Your timesheets need to be updated again (much easier to do on your computer than your phone, you admit). There are applications you have to submit to other companies to join their beta testing teams and research you have to do to ensure you don’t completely run out of work anytime soon. One of the more tedious attributes of being a beta tester is the constant cycle of looking and applying for positions. Oftentimes, companies will sign you on to test other products of theirs, though, so it’s not all that bad.
With that in mind, you plop down in front of your computer with your food and power it on. Your headphones go around your neck for the time being. Typing your password with one hand and taking a bite of your sandwich with the other, you get to work pulling up your spreadsheets and the website you use for job hunting.
It’s menial work. You keep track of what companies you apply to with your spreadsheets. Most of them have the same application process and requirements. It’s easy to lose yourself in the repetitive clicking, reading, and typing. With the addition of your headphones blasting music in your ears, you go on autopilot pretty easily.
It’s while you’re making updates to your resume that you get startled, suddenly, by Sun.
“Friend! Hello!” He pops up out of nowhere and makes you promptly choke on the sip of water you’d been taking. Loud! You set aside your water bottle and cough roughly into your fist, eyes tearing up from the abruptness of it all. Your heart gives a harsh, indignant ba-dump. Oww.
Once you’ve collected yourself and paused your music, you take a moment to stare confusedly at Sun, swaying happily side to side in front of the window of your resume. He smiles up at you. How the hell—? You hadn’t clicked on the FazPals icon, had you? No, no, you’re sure you didn’t.
‘hi sun,’ you type slowly into the small window he had automatically opened for you when he appeared. You pause as his smile turns into a beam, then decide to ask him your burning question. ‘how r u active right now??’
“I got tired of waiting for you!” he replies, his rays bobbing in and out in a wave around his head. You wait to see if he’ll elaborate, but he doesn’t. Okay. Well. You make a note of that for later.
Sun makes a show of turning around and looking at your resume window. He can’t… read the data on it, right? Wait, no, he probably can if he was able to do it with your computer’s Paint app. You bite the inside of your lip. You’re not sure how you feel about that, but well, it’s not like FazCo doesn’t already have your resume. Just in case, you switch tabs back to your spreadsheet. Better, if marginally.
Sun hums, then turns back to look at you with those blank eyes of his. “What’re you up to, Friend?”
‘just applying to some jobs,’ you reply unsurely. Is this weird? This is weird, isn’t it. Upon pressing enter, Sun moves to look at the little window thoughtfully. And perhaps, with some inkling of annoyance? It’s difficult to tell, but it’s the same look he will sometimes give his dialogue box. One of his hands raises to tap at the bottom of his face. Contemplative. He returns his gaze to you and tilts his head.
“Hey, Friend,” he starts, completely bypassing your previous response, “I have an idea.”
You are wary, but you cannot deny the intrigue. ‘yes?’
His smile stretches at your encouragement. He clasps his hands together in front of him. “Just trust me!”
You squint at him—his blithesome demeanor—but you aren’t able to reply. The textbox window closes, and a different one appears in the center of your screen:
FazPals.exe is trying to access your microphone. Allow?
All your thoughts stutter to a complete stop.
Processing text is one thing, but audio input? You suppose it’s not anything innovative in this day and age, but you hadn’t been expecting it particularly for a program like this. You know the animatronics back at the pizzaplex were pretty advanced with this sort of thing, so it’s not… too unusual for FazCo, right? It’s probably something you need to evaluate, you sigh internally. This is fine.
FazCo, you think to yourself wryly. Enough said.
Apprehension still lining your movements, you click the ‘Allow’ button. The window disappears. Nothing really happens that you can see, but suddenly you are all too aware of the weight of your headphones sitting atop your head. You lick at your lips.
Sun continues his swaying as he waits—expectant. “Friend?” There is a smidge of hope in his voice.
“Yeah?” you respond, wincing at the crackle of your voice. That sip of water had really taken you out. You clear your throat. “Sorry. Yes?”
The beam he gives you is enough to vye against the, well, sun.
“Oh! Marvelous!” He practically leaps for joy, rays spinning up a storm as he wiggles in place. His eyes upturn into delighted crescents. “Simply marvelous! Friend, it is lovely to hear your voice! It has been so long since I’ve heard another.” Something creeps into his gaze that you… You’re not entirely sure you want to decipher it.
“Friend,” Sun begins in a low, nonchalant voice. “I have a request! A simple one, really.”
You raise an eyebrow. You are undoubtedly curious. “What is it?”
“Can you say my name for me?”
Oh. Weird, but okay. You comply, voice lifting at the end slightly. You are not nervous right now, thank you very much. “Sun.”
A glitch rides down the length of his body in a jittering wave—starting from the tips of his rays to the soles of his shoes. His gaze falls into a half-lidded look. “Perfect,” he breathes, so quiet you almost need to strain your ears to hear. “Utterly perfect.”
You blink at him, befuddled. The moment does not linger. He snaps back to his regular sway and bright-eyed expression. “So! You said you’re applying to jobs? What for?”
“Uh, yeah,” you say, slightly distracted and disoriented by the whiplash from this guy. Program. Whatever. Your fingers had automatically moved to type your reply in, lingering over your keyboard. This will take some getting used to. You move your hands to rest awkwardly on your lap so you can fiddle with your fingers. “I’m a beta tester so I’ve gotta keep applying for positions in companies.”
“Beta tester, huh?” Sun muses more to himself than anything. He seems to be deliberating something. “Hm. I see. For how long?”
You make a thoughtful sound. “Mm, for a while now. I can’t remember the exact timeframe. It’s enough to pay the bills, so I can’t complain.” You are ever so thankful that the ease in interacting with him transferred so neatly from texting to talking.
“Of course, of course!” Sun bows, then slides off to the right of your screen to nestle himself in the corner with the date and time. He tucks his hands behind his back. “Well! Don’t let me distract you! Carry on!”
“Right…” you trail off, uncertain. You eye him standing just out of the way of your work—enough that you can ignore him if you zone in on what’s directly in front of you. Well, FazCo did say their program is a “virtual desktop friend.” Hanging around your screen when you’re not immediately engaging with it seems like an attribute it should be able to do. You shrug to yourself and go back to editing your resume.
…It’s very quiet.
Oh wait, music! You forgot to start it up again. You mess around with the volume mixer on your computer so you can continue to play your music whilst also being able to properly hear Sun should he decide to start talking. That is, without bursting your eardrums. You lose yourself to the tunes, accompanied on occasion by the rhythmic tapping of your keyboard.
At one point you notice Sun changes the pacing of his swaying. And upon closer look, you realize he’s moving to the beat of the song booming through your headphones. His rays move like a volume meter, raising and lowering around his head in a circular formation depending on the strength of the audio.
“I like this song!” he says like he can sense your eyes on his pixelated form. “Never heard something like this before!”
“Really?” You adjust the volume mixer a little. Better.
“Yep! My music repertoire is rather lacking, I’m afraid.”
“You’re in luck, then,” you say eagerly as you pull up your music player and shuffle through a playlist you think he might like. “This is what I call The Greatest Hits of All Time.” You press play and grin when Sun does a little wiggle in excitement.
He’s content to sway in time with whichever song’s playing as you slowly finish up with your work for the day. You’re a bit surprised at how long he goes without really saying anything. But, of course, he eventually gets bored. Patience, you think, is not one of his core features. Or, well, he is patient to an extent. Something tells you he was not programmed to stay quiet for long periods of time.
In the corner of your eye, you notice he starts juggling. It’s small, at first. Just two red balls that he throws up and down and up and down, shuffling them to opposite hands all the while. Then it becomes three balls. Then four. Your gaze flicks to him from time to time, but you’re determined to get through just a couple more applications and then your timesheets before you call it quits.
You break when he hits eleven balls, his grin curling enticingly at the edges concomitantly. “Bored, are you?”
“Oh, immensely!” He throws up his hands in feigned distress and the plethora of balls come raining down upon him in a move befitting of a cartoon. They bonk him repeatedly on the head and bounce away on the top of your taskbar. You watch in amusement as one rolls across your screen and disappears past the left border. Sun is unperturbed. “Are ya done yet?”
“Not quite,” you say and he groans, tossing his head back. You roll your eyes in good nature.
“You can multitask, can’t you?” he presses, clasping his hands together in a plea. “Let’s chat!”
“Okay, okay,” you acquiesce. You’re sure he would keep pestering you otherwise. He cheers and immediately hops right into it.
“What do you like to do for fun? What’s your favorite food? Do you have any other friends? What about your family? Do you like g-glitter glue? What’s the highest education level you have? Do you have a favorite piece of media? What’s your deepest, darkest secret? What’s your opinion on Fizzy Faz? What’s your favorite animal—”
“Whoa, Sun! Slow down!” you yelp, mind spinning with all the rapidfire questions. The text in his dialogue box had been moving so quickly you hadn’t been able to make out a single word.
“Sorry!” he says, though he doesn’t quite sound all too apologetic. His eyes upturn. “I want to know aaalllll about you! How else will we be best friends?”
“By taking it easy,” you reply in what you hope is a meaningful manner. He at least has the decency to look abashed. You huff out a laugh, then do your best to remember what questions he’d asked. You’re already blanking on some. “Okay, well, uhh. I like to read and watch videos. I do have other friends and family, but I don’t live with them. Glitter glue is okay when it’s not literally everywhere. I don’t have any deepest, darkest secrets, sorry. Uhh—”
“Don’t forget about your favorite food!” Sun cuts across you, trying to be helpful, most likely. “And education level! And your favorite media!”
“Right, right…”
You’re not sure how long you spend answering his many, many questions (of which you’re sure he has an infinite amount), but it feels like ages. You have been thoroughly distracted, and you can’t even be incensed about it.
As the evening settles in with a hush and it gets closer and closer to seven o’clock, you find yourself thinking about Moon.
“Do you know what it feels like to b u r n?”
You suppress a shiver.
You take a moment to deliberate in your mind, then eye Sun. He’s busy prattling off his excitement over wanting to watch a movie with you. Gently, you interrupt him. “Hey, is it cool if I ask you a question?”
“Oh!” Sun looks at you wide-eyed, momentarily taken aback before he smiles encouragingly. “Of course, Friend! Ask away!”
“What’s the deal with Moon?”
If you hadn’t been already watching him, you wouldn’t have noticed. He freezes in place for a split second, then resumes his swaying so suddenly it’s almost like he’d forced himself to. Ever so minutely, the corner of his smile twitches. “Why ever would you ask me?”
“Well…” Your fingers tap idly along the surface of your desk. Shouldn’t he know since they’re part of the same software? You resist questioning him further. “He doesn’t seem like he wants to engage with me.”
Sun waves a hand in dismissal. “Ah! He’s being dramatic, probably! Moon is… Well! I will say he is rather….” His grin turns taut, like a wire about to snap. “...Difficult to get along with.” That tautness disappears with a bob of his rays, as though it had never been there in the first place. “Worry not, Friend! You still have little old me to talk to!”
“Yeah…” You’re confused. You thought dual programming with personalities such as Sun and Moon would make them mesh together pretty well. It’s difficult to tell with Sun. He’d made it seem like they both were on decent terms with previous transitions. You suppose not. Is it even possible for their A.I.s to interact with one another? You’re not sure how it works.
“Speaking of which,” Sun says as he makes a show of looking down at an invisible watch on his wrist. “It is time for me to go!” He sighs, faux sadness making him droop down like he’s a melting popsicle. “And after we’ve been having such a good time together.”
“Mmhm,” you agree, something akin to nerves crawling just under your skin with every second that ticks by. Why are you nervous? “I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy.”
He grins at you, flicking a hand in farewell. “I bid you”—a dark hole appears near his feet, and you watch as he steps over it with a wink—“adieeuuuuuuu!” He disappears, dropping into the hole with his voice getting fainter and fainter until it’s cut off by the hole popping to a close. Silly.
You let out a breath and look at the time. 7:00 P.M. Right on the dot. You shift in your seat and wait for Moon. You’re not sure what crawled up his digital ass and died, but you’re determined to at least get him to have a proper conversation with you. Not only for your job, you think, as you navigate to your email to open the submission form, but for camaraderie’s sake, as well.
“Camaraderie” with a program, you think to yourself dryly. What a world we live in.
7:03 P.M. and still no sign of Moon. This is fine. You can wait. You try not to waver.
…You call it quits when he doesn’t appear after another ten minutes. Disappointing, yet unsurprising. You should have expected it, really. You sigh and take off your headphones, leaning back in your chair. You rub at the side of your head. Your television drones on in the background with the news, still on after all this time.
Honestly, how are you supposed to evaluate him when he shows up and disappears in unpredictable intervals? It’s a conundrum, truly. Does that not go against his entire code? His purpose? You don’t know anymore. You roll your shoulders and decide to finish up your work from earlier.
Tomorrow, you think resolutely. Tomorrow you’ll try again.
part three
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Contracts or Biddability (part 1 of 2)
cw: Pg13, innuendos and vulgar language, and so much cringe, some pop culture references too.
“The end.” The cryo abyss herald closed the book.
“That was a really sad story.” You said as your eyes glazed over. The Abyss order had kidnapped you and held you captive for a while now. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been down here but the food was good enough and they’d borrow enough books from the surface to keep you entertained.
“I’m sorry. We weren’t been able to borrow anything else because of the security around the Favonius library.”
“Well, you could just let me go and I can find something on my own.”
“No! We need you here to further our plans!” He panicked.
“What plans? What happened to Dvalin? What’s the deal with Andrius?”
“Just calm down my liege. All will be revealed in time.” He patted your head and walked away.
“I want to go home.” You curled up in a ball.
“Aaaaahh!” Someone yelled. That ear piercing scream roused you from your sleep.
‘Should I shout for someone?’ You thought. ‘What if somebody broke in? But if it’s a fire and they don’t know that I’m still here…’
“Help! Help me please! I don’t care who! I just want to see the Sun again!”
The door squeaked open and you thought that maybe your pleas would be recognized, until you saw that the man who walked in was a Pyroslinger Bracer. “Why is the Fatui here?” You whispered meekly.
He raised his rifle towards you head. “Wait, please! Don’t kill me! I wanna live, wanna live!” He shot, but the bullet bounced off of your skull and fell on the ground. “Well… that was anticlimactic.”
He shot you again 3 more time. “Ow! That hurts, dickhead!”
“How are you alive?”
“Hehe. We’re immortal Buffy we can do anything. Oh yeah? Clap.”
“My name’s Vincent.”
“Oh for shucks sakes.” You roll your eyes.
“I’m sure the Doctor will be very interested in you. For now I’ll take you back to Childe though.”
“Ew! Dottore needs to back the F up before he gets smacked the F up for what he did to Collei.” Vincent bound you hands, then grabbed your arm and pushed you through the Abyss. “Hey real quick for my internal monologue I need to know what pronouns you use. My names Gen with a G apparently. I’m gender fluid and I go by they/them.”
“…uh, Vincent Powers and I’m a man.”
“So… he and him?”
“Yes? I’m so confused why you’re confused.”
“Well, I didn’t want to assume.”
He brought you back to the surface and it felt wonderful. Then he placed you in the back of a cart and you two and the rest of his squad set sail for Liyue.
It’s been maybe two hours since the Fatui captured you and you’re finally at Liyue Harbor. They’ve taken you to the Northland Bank to meet Tartaglia. Vincent threw you onto the ground at Childe’s feet.
“What the Abyss is that thing?” His presence is all consuming.
“That “thing” said that they’re name is Gen with a G.”
You look up and see the red head eying you up with disgust. You return the glare and proclaimed, “I finally get to meet my rival. I swear to you, I’m going to seduce Zhongli and get his cock!”
“Excuse me?” He looks at you even colder than before.
“You heard me! I’m willing to take him up my ass if he’s gay.”
“You are vulgar and repulsive.” He pressed his water blade things against my throat and sliced across it. You fell back onto your butt at the pressure.
“Ow. Yeah, um—Mr. Tartar sauce—that’s not going to work. I’m kinda immortal, somehow.”
“How dare you insult me! Do you know who I am!?” He grabbed you by the top of your head to look him in his eyes.
“Honestly if you look at me like that more often I’d let you have a piece of my ass any day. I just assumed that you were a bottom but I’ll let you creampie me if you become my sugar daddy.” His face burst into crimson. He threw me onto the ground and stomped on my throat. “This is turning me on.”
“Get this thing out of my sight.”
“Hey I’m a person! I have feelings you know!”
“But what about Dottore? Wouldn’t he like to examine them?”
“Dottore will have both of our heads if we bring him this thing.”
“I’m not an object, I’m a person! You see, this is why Zhongli will never love you.
“You know what? Since you’re so obsessed with Mr. Zhongli, why don’t I just send you to him?”
“You’d do that for me?!” You shouted excitedly.
“Sure. If it get’s you to leave me alone.”
“But Childe, they’re immortal. You don’t come across something like that every day.”
“Hey can I have a delusions? I don’t have power over the elements but I don’t think I can die so a delusion shouldn’t be a problem for me.”
“Fine!” He threw a delusion connected to a chain at you. “NOW GET OUT! TAKE THEM TO SEE ZHONGLI IF THEY WANTS TO SO BADLY!!”
“Hey! This one’s broken!” You yelled at him as you were being dragged away.
“You never specified if you wanted a working one or not!” He smirked back at you.
Ugh this sucks! You still have nothing to defend yourself with! You can at least tie the stupid thing around your wrist.
“Mr. Zhongli? Is Mr. Zhongli here?” You asked someone at the Funeral Parlor.
“Hm? Did someone call for me? I was just about to head out.”
“Hello Mr. Zhongli. I’m Gen Z, spelt with a G.” You extended you hand to shake his.
“Hello Gen.” He took your hand and shook it. ‘His hands are so big.’ You thought. ‘Heheh, dirty mind dirty mind dir-dir-dir-dir- dirty mind!’
“Excuse me. Why is your bracelet glowing?” He asked. You look down and see that your delusion has started to glow yellow. “Huh?”
‘Have I resonated with geo?’
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hai‼️it's something new for me to write my first little fanfic in English and.. nsfw?? but my curiosity was stronger than my worries, so here it is.
[ warnings: no one ]
[ valveplug, valve fingering, desperation, crying, Starscream being pathetic again, need, not a very detailed interface but gentle, gender neutral reader, dom reader, sub Starscream, human reader, kinda touch-starved??]
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His body was cold to touch, his sharp ventilating was hitting your own soft human skin as if wanting to do small cuts covered with your pathetic blood just to see you suffer. Starscream has already told you more than once how pathetic and disgusting you are for a human. He was telling you that he hates you. But still, for some reason this bastard is moaning and squirming under your warm fingers now, screaming your own name and begging to do more because of his unbelievable hunger. Such a poor touch-starved bird.
Starscream whines loudly into pillow when you touch him right there with your damn fingers, that were already covered in his… pink transfluids? Oh Lord, you’ll joke about that after some time when he’ll forget about this situation between you and him, but not now. He’s too desperate for your love and you know that, praising him softly in his audio-sensors and making him look at you with those puppy eyes, really wanting to hear those words again and again with all his spark while you fragging him with your precious fingers. He’ll moan for you louder; he’ll cry for you and he’ll do anything for you… only if you continue to show your love and admiration. Only if you continue love him.
Anyone would use him for that pathetic trait, and the seeker is still shocked to see you with him, to see how your eyes look at him even now when he is a real wet mess. You do love him. You love him even if he treated you badly. You love him just for nothing and that’s confusing him. And that makes him sob quietly, still shuddering when you gently move your fingers inside of his valve.
“Is everything okay?” and again that question. His optics are watering and that’s your damn fault! Starscream tried to nod with quiet whine, but your sudden caress of his thigh makes him shudder and cry out with already broken vocalizer. He just overloaded because of your question? Or because it was too much for him and he would cum only because of realization that you care? Oh dear. You see him hardly ventilating, grasping the bedsheets under him with those trembling long thick claws. His valve was clutching around your fingers, not wanting to let go. Starscream in some sort of breakdown right now, he is overwhelmed with your actions and words. With your love.
“My star…” you carefully pulled out your fingers, wiping them from sticky fluids and moving closer to him. Your words made his wings flutter weakly, and now he is calling your name softly, desperately trying to find you through his own thoughts and fears. Starscream needs you, he always needed you. “It seems like everything was stronger for you this time?”
He still doesn't answer you for several minutes, shuddering weakly when you lie down next to him and gently embrace him. Oh Starscream needed that so badly right now, pulling you closer to him and tightening his grip on you. You can feel how damn painfully it is when he holds you with his claws as if wanting to merge you with his own body. You can feel the heat is coming from his systems, how his engines are purring quietly. It was painful to be with him but you can't do anything about this. Your deep scars or bruises on your skin was sign of Starscream's deep love for you.
“I guess… it was, human.”
oh he loves you so much.
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I want to take a moment to talk about one of my favorite characters in RDR2: Kieran Duffy.
I've seen a few posts on my timeline recently about him and people's different interpretations of him and head canons of him. So, I'm going to add my two cents.
Now, this is my personal head canon about what type of person Kieran is and some of this may be GROSS mischaracterization.
Let's begin with the facts.
Kieran is NOT some weak, innocent, stuttering, scared man. He IS the sassy man apocalypse! He is not afraid to stand up for himself or others when he feels he needs to. He saves Arthur, for one. He is also one of the characters who can knock Arthur out and kick him out of camp when he's being an asshole. We can also see him standing up for himself to people like Javier and Sean during camp interactions. He also draws his pistol when Milton and Ross show up to camp and threaten the gang in chapter 3. He is an army vet and was part of another gang before he was taken by the O'Driscolls.
Now let's get into my personal head canons.
First of all, I don't believe Kieran Duffy is actually his name. When Arthur first asks Kieran his name, he says "I don't know" and after Arthur threatens him a bit more, he comes up with Kieran Duffy. And we of course know outlaws are notorious for using pseudonyms. We see the others use them constantly throughout the game.
Why would Kieran lie about his name though? Easy. Because he is actually secretly a badass, cold-blodded ex gang leader.
Stay with me now.
I believe Kieran was actually the leader of the gang he ran with before the O'Driscolls. And I believe he was a big time outlaw just like Colm or Dutch or Flaco Hernandez.
Why? Because why would Colm waste his time attacking and kidnapping some random guy he found camping in the woods? There had to be a reason. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's rewind.
I believe in leading his gang, Kieran became greedy and corrupt, just like Dutch did. And I believe he, like Dutch, led all of the men (and maybe women) that followed him straight to hell. One by one, they were picked off, just like with the Van Der Linde gang. And I believe the last of them were killed when Colm attacked. Maybe he was originally after Kieran for the price on his head, but decided he was more valuable to him alive. Surely if he's a big time outlaw, Kieran had thousands of dollars stashed away, which Colm would have obviously taken along with Kieran. Maybe the money he got from Kieran was more than the reward he would've gotten for Kieran's head, so he gave Kieran the choice to work for him or die with the last of his gang. Kieran obviously chose to work for Colm because he was afraid to die.
Obviously, Kieran would have felt a lot of guilt because of his gang, and would have gone through a lot of torture at the hands of the O'Driscolls. We can see in the beginning of the game that Colm is abusive towards him, which isn't surprising. He is also malnourished prior to the gang starving him as a means of making him talk. And let's look at how horrified he is at the thought of betraying Colm. He says himself that Colm is an evil man, and he expresses to Sean how scared he is of Colm. This experience would've definitely humbled him and watered him down from the tough outlaw he once was. Much like John, he no longer wanted to be a part of the outlaw life. He just wanted to live quietly with his horses and go fishing. And that's the version we get of him after he finally settles in with the Van Der Linde gang.
I also think Kieran is bisexual and gender fluid. I think he was a lot for femme presenting before he got taken by the O'Driscolls, just given his mannerisms and the way his hair is cut. It looks like he had long hair and chopped it all off Mulan style. I believe, similarly to Javier in rdr1, he stopped taking care of his looks after he joined up with Colm. He cut his hair and let his facial hair grow out, as he lost his desire for vanity.
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By the Seashore
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader
Summary: The heatwave in Teyvat is making you and the twenty-one (yes, twenty-one) men suffer. In order to not suffer from the intense heatwave in Teyvat and the abode, the twenty-two of you decided to take a trip down to the seashore of Yaoguang Shaol and visit the heart-shaped island.
Note: Since I have gotten about 5 requests (two coming from one person) about the Genshin men going to the beach with Isekai'd!Reader, I have decided to combine these requests and make them into one story instead of making five fics about going to the beach with the Genshin men. Yes, some of these have the word "beach" highlighted because I had to search for them through almost 180 messages in the inbox 💀 Man, this fic has caused me so many distresses; I wanted to give up so many times. For those who are new and those who are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: The reader is female-bodied but still goes by gender-neutral pronouns! The reader's bathing suit reference is right [here]! Itto wears a revealing bathing suit that caught everyone off guard; the men are touchy, but is that a bad thing? (I mean, unless it's from weirdos, then yes), mentions of sexual innuendos.
Word Count: 10k words
Everyone was scattered around the living room in the estate, sweating from the intense summer heat in Teyvat. While the abode usually has a neutral temperature, it has been unusually hot these past few weeks. Not even the air conditioner in the estate can cool your overheating body down from the sweltering hot temperature. You’ve chugged cups of cold water, but it didn’t do much to help you cool down. You even tried snuggling up to the nearest cryo vision wielder, but he was just as sweaty as you were, and cuddling up to someone in this type of heat isn’t the best feeling in the world.
“Ah! It’s so hot that I’m sticking to Kaeya.” You whined, struggling to unlatch yourself from Kaeya’s body.
You unstuck your cheek from Kaeya’s boob window while Kaeya chuckles at your little discomfort. Hey, it’s not his fault that you assumed that a cryo vision holder like himself would be just as cold as his vision.
“Why are you cuddling with someone in the first place during a heatwave like this?” Diluc asks from his spot, fanning himself with the handheld fan that was gifted to you from a merchant in Liyue.
“I would assume that a cryo vision holder would be able to cool me off during a time like this.” You grumbled, grabbing the hem of your shirt and wiping your sweat-slicked skin with a look of grimace on your face. “Man, I can’t stand the heat!” You whined, getting up from the couch and beginning to pace back and forth around the living area of the mansion.
“What’s a good way for us not to deal with the intense heat in Teyvat?” Gorou asks, slumping against the wall while pressing a cold bottled water up against his face. His face was flushed from the heat, and quite frankly, so was everyone else’s face.
“Let’s go to Dragonspine.” You stated, pulling your shirt from your sweaty body. This heat was making you feel like the layers of sweat was your second skin, only it was even more uncomfortable.
“And what? Freeze to death!?” Scaramouche exclaims; you nod your head.
You would preferably freeze in the cold than die from the immense heat you and everyone else have been feeling for the last couple of weeks. You’ve never been a fan of summer; it’s too hot, the bugs are out biting and invading homes, the feeling of sweat sticking to you like a second skin. You hate it all! Not to mention, the heat makes it even harder for you to sleep because how can you sleep in bed peacefully without feeling like you’ve completely soaked your bed with sweat. Oh, and who could forget about waking up from your sleep drenched in your bodily fluids?
“While I wouldn’t mind going to Dragonspine, maybe it’s best not to go anywhere that has a sheer cold,” Thoma suggested.
“Looks like all of you will hate Snezhnaya if you can’t handle the weather conditions in Dragonspine,” Childe commented, taking his shirt off and tossing it over to the corner of the room.
“Is Snezhnaya just as bad as Dragonspine?” Itto asks, sprawled out on the wooden floor of the estate, his chest slowly rising in falling with each breath he takes. Childe makes an indescribable facial expression in response to Itto’s question. Maybe Snezhnaya is worse than Dragonspine! After all, it is a region that is ruled by the cryo archon herself, and it’s probably teeming with Fatui Harbingers and dangerous animals that inhabit the cold weather.
“I wouldn’t mind visiting Snezhnaya one day, and it’s better than Dragonspine, where there’s hardly any human life there. Aside from the Fatui Skirmishers lurking around.” You said, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand.
“Then how else are we going to deal with the heat?” Kazuha sighs.
You perked up, “Oooh, I have an idea how we can deal with the heat!” You said, plopping back down on the couch beside Kaeya while lightly bouncing in your spot excitedly.
“Oh? And what is that idea of yours?” Kaeya asks, gazing at you curiously with his head leaning on the back of the couch, revealing his tanned collarbones. Man, if it weren’t so hot right now, you wouldn’t mind latching yourself onto Kaeya.
“[Y/N]? You there?” Venti asks, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Oh! Right, sorry, I was caught up in my daydream.” You laugh sheepishly, hoping that the men will assume that the cause of your face being red was from the heat and not from your thoughts of attaching yourself to Kaeya.
“You were staring at Kaeya for quite a while,” Albedo says, raising an eyebrow at you. A smirk ghosted over Albedo’s face when your eyes widened at Albedo’s comment.
“The heat was making me delirious!” You sputtered, ignoring the looks the men were giving you. “A-Anyway! I think we should all go to the beach to beat the heat!” You spoke up, clapping your hands together.
“Oh, the beach, you say?” Heizou’s head perks up at your suggestion, and the look of mischievous appears on his face along with a tiny smirk.
“What’s on your mind, Heizou?” Aether asks, narrowing his eyes at the detective skeptically.
“I believe that Heizou is looking forward to going to the beach! After all, we’ve never visited the seashore before!” Said Baizhu, lightly patting his damp forehead with the back of his hand while Changsheng rested around Baizhu’s shoulders.
“If we were to visit the seashore, where would we go? The coast of Liyue, the coast of Mondstadt, or the coast of Inazuma?” Ayato questions, taking his coat off and hanging it on the back of the cushioned chair.
“Would the location of the seashore matter?” Xiao sighs, running his hands through his dampened hair.
“The location doesn’t matter, but perhaps the scenery matters to some people,” Zhongli says, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. You stared at Zhongli’s arms, eyes almost the size of dinner plates. Not only was his tailcoat off and the sleeve of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, but he also didn’t have his gloves on at all. Now, you’re not one to have a hand kink, but the veins on Zhongli’s arms and the way his hands are so pretty made you second guess yourself for a moment there. Shit, maybe you do have a thing for hands. You slowly raised your hand up and slapped yourself in the face.
“[Y/N]! Why did you slap yourself!?” Dainsleif looks at you with wide eyes, his cape hung on the other unoccupied cushioned chair, and the sleeve of his shirt also rolled up to his elbows. Man, if you’re going to act like this when the men’s shirt sleeves are rolled up to their elbows, how are you going to react when the men are all shirtless and in swim trunks?
“I… was trying to think of a region to go to!” You said slowly before making a face at your own poor excuse.
“Well, do you have a region in mind, little one?” Pierro asks, cocking an eyebrow at you as he stares you down. You feel your breath getting caught in your throat when you see that Pierro has his sleeves folded up to his elbows as well, but a couple of buttons on his white button-up t-shirt were also unbuttoned. You couldn’t help but have an inkling feeling that they may or may not have done this on purpose.
“Why are you so flustered, [Y/N]?” Pantalone chuckles, giving you a sweet yet devious smile. Pantalone knew what was going on in your mind, and you didn’t like it one bit because you knew that he would use it to his advantage and make you even more flustered than you already were.
“It’s hot in the estate! People tend to become flushed when it’s hot, you know.” You retort, looking away from the men with a slight pout on your face while grumbling under your breath. Damn them and their way of making you flustered, and it’s not fair at all! How come there isn’t a time where you made them flustered instead of the other way around?
“Kitten, why are you so snappy? Is the heat getting to you, sweet thing?” Dottore coos, approaching you before snaking his arms around your shoulder to pull you up against his chest. You grumbled against Dottore’s chest, but your grumble was silenced by the sound of growling. You blinked and looked around the mansion at everyone’s faces.
“Since when was there a rabid dog in the estate?” Capitano asks, adjusting the mask over his head. Even though you couldn’t tell what expression he had under his mask, you knew that he was eyeing some of the non-Harbinger men in the living area. You didn’t know who was growling, but it seemed to be coming from almost all of the men aside from the four Harbingers that had just recently moved into the abode.
“If we’re still taking suggestions on where we should go, I recommend the Yaoguang Shoal!” Venti says, popping up between you and Dottore, forcing both you and Dottore to step away from each other. Venti had a cheeky smile on his face before throwing an arm around your shoulder.
“Why the Yaoguang Shoal?” Diluc asks, taking his gloves off before wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.
“Yeah, I’m surprised that you didn’t suggest going to the Falcon Coast in Mondstadt,” Kaeya says, leaning back against the couch with his legs spread out. It was as if Kaeya was trying to lure you to sit on his lap. I mean, you would, but since it’s so hot, you don’t think you’d want to deal with any cuddling or skin-to-skin type of contact until this heatwave was over.
“I believe that we all should go to the Yaoguang Shoal because there is this small island that is off the coast of Yaoguang Shoal that is heart-shaped! We should all go there with [Y/N] and take pictures there!” Venti bounces on the tip of his toes happily.
“Oooh! I’ve always wanted to go there ever since I discovered it!” You gasped excitedly, lightly patting Venti’s arms with elation.
“You discovered it?” Capitano asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes, before I was thrown into your guys’ world.” You said, nodding your head. “There’s a hidden chest there too, but I never unlocked it because no one went there with me.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“You need to be accompanied by someone to be able to find this hidden chest?” Dainsleif raised an eyebrow at your explanation.
You sighed dramatically and bobbed your head to Dainsleif’s question. You’ve tried to find solutions to uncover this hidden chest, but all of these “solutions” did not work out at all. You’ve tried putting up both of Zhongli’s pillars as Zhongli, but it didn’t work. You’ve even tried to do it as the geo traveler, but did it work? No, the chest is still hidden from plain sight.
“So, is the journey to the beach for some chest, or are we going to be relaxing there?” Ayato sighs dramatically, fanning his face with his sister’s folding fan (that he totally did not steal from his sister at all).
“Well, Ayato, we’ll be relaxing there, of course! But it’d be nice to visit the heartshaped island outside of Yoaguang Shaol and take some pictures there with all of you!” You reply, giving the men puppy dog eyes.
“Aw, snookums! Not the puppy dog eyes.” Childe coos, jogging over to where you stood before bringing you into a tight hug.
“When should we go then? It’s only eleven in the morning, almost twelve in the afternoon.” Scaramouche says, running his hands through his hair.
“Oh, we’re going today?” Aether asks, looking around at everyone’s face to get a confirmation of some sort.
“Yes, let’s go today because it’s so hot, and I just want to dip my feet into the cold ocean water.” You said; realization then hits you. “Wait, do you guys own swimsuits?” You pointed at everyone around the living area.
“Of course we do! How else are we dudes going to have some bonding time in the bathhouse?” Itto asks, crossing his arms over his sweat-slicked chest. You blinked at Itto and then looked up at Childe, who looked down at you.
“People are usually naked in bathhouses, aren’t they?” Albedo raised an eyebrow at Itto.
“Yes, people are usually naked in bathhouses. Although, there are some people that choose to wear coverings in bathhouses.” Gorou explains; Albedo slowly nods his head while stroking his chin with his gloveless hand.
“Well then, let us prepare for the beach and dress accordingly.” Zhongli states.
“How does one dress accordingly, Mister Zhongli?” Pantalone asks, giving Zhongli a cat-like smile as he looks at the ex-archon curiously.
“He means to get into your swimsuits; let’s get ready, or else the sun will start to set, and it’ll be too late for us to go to the beach,” Xiao says gruffly, glaring over at the black-haired Harbinger before disappearing into black and green mist.
“My, it seems like the little Yaksha isn’t too fond of us.” Dottore chuckles.
“Xiao does have a point, so let’s get ready for the beach and meet back here once we’re all dressed for the beach,” Baizhu says, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
One by one, people went to their bedrooms to get ready for the beach. As for the four Fauti Harbingers, they have their own mansions in the abode. You didn’t mind them staying at the current estate, but your seventeen other boyfriends insisted that the other four Fatui Harbingers have their own mansion to stay at. Therefore, the four Fatui Harbinger’s estate (it was more of a house since there were only four people staying there, unlike the main estate itself where there are eighteen people residing) has their own living space on the other side of the abode.
You walked into your bedroom and began to search for your newest bathing suit that you had bought while in Mondstadt. Technically the bathing suit is custom made tailored to your body; it was expensive, but you desperately needed the bathing suit because the color looks fantastic against your skin tone, and it hugs every curve of your body perfectly. You grabbed the bathing suit, the thigh garter that goes with the bathing suit, and shoes that match the one-piece bathing suit before walking to your bathroom to change into your bathing suit set. You stripped off your clothes before switching over to your bathing suit and zipped it up from behind before reaching over to the garter that goes with your custom-made one-piece bathing suit. You grabbed the shoes and put them on your feet, and checked yourself in the mirror.
“Cute!” You smiled, grabbing a hairbrush and beach towel from underneath the sink before heading out of the bathroom. You walk over to your wooden dresser and pull out an oversized t-shirt that you stole from Thoma (it still smells like him too). You slipped it over your body to cover up your swimsuit before exiting your bedroom. You paused in your step and slowly turned to look around your room to check if you were missing anything. Does sunscreen exist in Teyvat? You wouldn’t know because you hardly leave the abode, and if you were to leave the teapot, you wouldn’t be out in the sun all day long. How are you going to shield yourself from the scorching hot sun when hats technically don’t exist in Teyvat? Shrugging your shoulders, you walk out of your bedroom and downstairs to the living room, where everyone is waiting for you.
“Wow, you guys changed pretty fast.” You said, clutching onto your beach towel and hairbrush.
Kazuha’s eyes land on your hairbrush before pointing at it, “Why are you bringing a hairbrush with you?” He looks at you with a questioning gaze.
“Once we’re all done swimming in the ocean, your hairs are going to feel rough and very dry after. I think bringing a hairbrush would do something, but now that I think about it, I don’t think it will….” You trailed off, staring down at your lavender hairbrush.
“Is that my shirt?” Thoma points at the oversized t-shirt that was covering your bathing suit-clad body.
“Yes, it’s your shirt that I totally did not steal from your closet while you were away.” You said, smiling at Thoma innocently.
“You seem to like to steal other people’s clothes, don’t you?” Heizou asks, leaning up against you with an eyebrow raised and the corner of his lips quirking up, forming a tiny smirk on his face. You pursed your lips and nodded your head in response to Heizou’s question.
“Next thing you all know, each of you will be missing a shirt or two from your closet and dresser!” You said, giving the men a cheeky grin.
“You’re going to trespass into a man’s bedroom to steal an article of clothing from his closet and dresser?” Pierro asks, walking up to where you stood before staring you down. You stared at Pierro with wide eyes, unsure of how else to respond to his question. Of course, you’re going to go to the men’s bedroom and steal a shirt or two from their closet and dressers! One will be a t-shirt, and the other will be a button-up shirt! Simple!
“Yes, yes, I will! What are you going to do about it? Spank me for it? Punish me for taking a shirt or two from your closets and dressers? Pfft!” You scoffed, rolling your eyes sarcastically. Pierro places a heavy hand on your shoulders, shutting you up. Pierro leans down and looks at you right in the eyes, his eyes scanning your facial features closely.
“Do you want me to spank you? I can do that if you would like for me to spank you.” Pierro smirks. Your eyes widened, and you looked at the other men behind Pierro by peeking from the side.
“Let’s go to the beach now, shall we? We’re wasting precious time.” Diluc says, popping up beside you to your left with Kaeya standing at your right. Diluc and Kaeya nod at one another before grabbing hold of your hand, giving Pierro a glare before pulling you out of the estate.
“Pierro, you disgusting old man!” Scaramouche scowls, glaring over at the first Fatui Harbinger, electricity crackling loudly in his clenched fist.
Childe scoffs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk of his belief, “As if [Y/N] would go for someone that’s older than their parents!”
“My dude, my bro! Did you forget about Zhongli, Xiao, Dainsleif, and Venti? Pretty sure that they’re older than Teyvat and Parakeet alone!” Itto interjects, tossing his arm over Childe’s shoulders.
“Parakeet?” Gorou squeaked, stifling his laughter behind his hands while looking away from the four Fatui Harbingers in front of him. Gorou couldn’t tell whether Itto calling Pierro “Parakeet” was a mistake or if he was doing it on purpose.
“That’s true, but they all look youthful! Pierro, on the other hand….” Ayato trails off, making a face at the first Fatui Harbinger, who glares at him in return.
“Old and wrinkly like a raisin.” Heizou coughs into his fist. Aether nudges Heizou with his elbows, shooting a glare in Heizou’s direction.
“While I agree with you, just don’t say that to the strongest Harbinger’s face!” Aether hissed under his breath, loud enough for Heizou to hear him while giving Heizou a threatening look.
“As the red-headed boy said, we should go to the beach now! We’re losing precious time.” Pantalone says.
The men grumbled in response before walking out of the mansion. You, Diluc, and Kaeya were waiting for them at the waypoint. Diluc didn’t look too pleased after what had happened inside of the main estate; the thought of Pierro putting his disgusting hands in you made Diluc want to rip the first Harbinger’s white hair out of his head.
“How bold for someone as old as he is, wanting to place his hands on someone that is precious to us,” Kaeya says, draping his arms around your shoulders.
“Would it be bad if I said that I liked it?” You blurted out, causing Diluc and Kaeya’s heads to snap in your direction, their eyes wide in disbelief from the words that had come out of your mouth. “Shit, did I say that out loud?” You whispered, feeling yourself becoming flustered.
“Are we ready to go to the beach at Yaoguang Shoal?” Zhongli asks; everyone murmurs a “yes” and a “we’re ready” to Zhongli’s question.
“Then let’s teleport to the nearest waypoint in Yaoguang Shaol and perhaps visit the heartshaped island that [Y/N] really wants to visit,” Xiao says.
Upon your and twenty-one others’ arrival to Yaoguang Shaol, you were all immediately attacked by hilichurls and one ruin guard. Since you don’t have a weapon or wield a vision, you were stuck by Thoma and Zhongli’s side the entire time because they had shields and could protect you from the arrows and missiles that were flying at twenty-two of you.
“You know, when taking a trip to the seashore, you would’ve thought that we wouldn’t have to deal with any hilichurls or ruin guards. But it turns out we were wrong.” Thoma panted, his polearm disappearing in thin air before reaching down to the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“I forgot that there are hilichurls and ruin guards and hunters around this area.” You said, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. You’re just glad that your cute bathing suit set came with matching shoes, or else you would’ve burned your feet on the scorching hot sand of Yaoguang Shoal. The twenty-two of you walked to the nearest shade on the beach before setting down your items in the shade. Once the beach towels were placed down on the sand in the shade, everyone started stripping their clothes off. You looked away from the men awkwardly, feeling your face becoming hot.
“[Y/N]....” Kazuha calls over to you, grabbing your attention from wherever you were looking (and it wasn’t at them).
“Are you not going to change out of your clothes?” Albedo asks, tossing his shirt on his beach towel.
“Or are you planning on swimming in the cold ocean water in Thoma’s shirt?” Baizhu asks, pointing down at the shirt that you currently have on.
“Or maybe [Y/N] wants to swim in the ocean naked! If they do, it’s their choice! No need to be so judgemental about it!” Dottore interjects.
You scoffed at Dottore’s comment and slowly walked over to where the men stood with your arms over your chest. Even though you have on a custom-made bathing suit that is catered to you, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit self-conscious about revealing your swimsuit to the men.
“Don’t be a creep, Dottore.” Capitano smacks Dottore upside of his head, making the icy blue-haired man scowl at the masked man.
“Oh, come on, [Y/N]! We’re all in our swimsuits! You’ll be fine!” Itto says, strutting up to where you stood. Your eyes nearly popped out of their socket when you saw what Itto was wearing. The other men's eyes widened, speechless from what they were seeing. How bold do you have to be to be able to wear something like that in public!?
“Itto, what in the Teyvat are you wearing?!” Scaramouche screeches, looking away from Itto with a bright red face.
“It’s my swimsuit, Scaramouche! What else do you think it is?” Itto flexes his biceps before doing poses.
“Itto, that is not a swimsuit; your ass is literally hanging out of that thing!” Childe exclaims, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I can’t believe that mankinis exist in Teyvat.” You whisper to yourself, doubling over, trying to get ahold of yourself.
“How are you not sweating in that shirt?” Dainsleif asks, leaning up against the rock that was sitting behind him, running his hands through his blond hair while his eyes are glued onto the shirt that you were wearing. You knew that Dainsleif is a very handsome man, but seeing him shirtless, in swim trunks, with his hair slicked back, does something to you.
“Oh, I am! It’s really hot, and I am suffering.” You gave Dainsleif a pained smile and a weak thumbs up.
“Then take your shirt off! Unless you want me to do it.” Dottore says, pinning you up against the rock behind you while his hands make their way up your thighs and to the hem of Thoma’s shirt. Childe gives Dottore a fake smile before grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him back, causing the icy blue-haired male to stumble back, shooting the ginger-haired Harbinger a death glare.
“Can’t we all just go one day without wanting to kill each other?” Heizou rolls his eyes, sitting down on the rock near your feet. You muttered a “no kidding” under your breath in response to Heizou’s question with an eye roll before letting out a loud sigh to grab the other’s attention. It looks like now is the time to reveal the custom-made bathing suit that you got for yourself. You never knew the day would come so by fast because you didn’t really think that you’d be swimming in Teyvat so soon.
“I’ll take Thoma’s shirt off, but all of you will need to turn around and not take a peek!” You said, grabbing the edge of Thoma’s shirt.
The men grumbled at your command before turning around with their bare backs facing your direction. Heizou sighs dramatically before getting up from where he sat and walking over to where the men stood, his back facing you while facing the rock in front of him. You couldn’t help but stare at each men’s bare back. Some are adorned with old and fresh scars and bruises. You bit your lip and brought yourself out of your little daydream before taking off Thoma’s shirt.
After you took Thoma’s shirt off, you were hesitant to let the men turn back around. Your bathing suit was on the more sheer side, but it does cover up some areas that need to be covered. It’s thin but not too see-through to the point where people would see everything. If people were to look very closely, they would’ve been able to see your belly button, that is, if they squint their eyes and stare very hard.
“Are you done?” Venti asks, his eyes covered by his hands. You didn’t know why he was covering his eyes with his hands when his back was facing your direction. Maybe it’s to stop himself from taking a peek?
Thoma begins to bounce in the spot where he was standing, “Can we turn around now?” Trying to fight the urge to turn around to see what type of bathing suit you were wearing to the beach.
“Yes, you may all turn around now.” You said, folding up Thoma’s shirt while the men turned to face where you stood. You walked over to your towel and placed it on your beach towel.
“Alright! Shall we finally swim… now…?” You trailed off, blinking at the way the men were staring at you.
“Archons.” Kazuha whispers, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you in your bathing suit. Kazuha covers the bottom part of his face while he examines you from head to toe. You knew that the bathing suit was on the sheer side, but to the men, it’s very transparent. But are they complaining about it? Hell no, they’re not going to complain about it!
“What are you guys staring at?” You ask, swaying on your feet while waiting for the men to reply to your question.
“Look at you, sweet thing! You’re looking quite delicious right now.” Kaeya purrs, approaching you with a sultry look in his eyes while licking his lips, ready to devour you.
“I’m sorry for staring, but I have to admire my breathtaking significant other looking so good in their swimsuit!” Childe says, walking beside Kaeya with the corners of his lips pulled up in a smirk.
“Gotta say, [Y/N] does look good in that swimsuit of theirs,” Ayato murmurs to Zhongli and Diluc, who nod their heads.
“Truly a work of art.” Zhongli clears his throat, lightly scratching his reddened cheeks to get his mind off of the fact that you were wearing a bathing suit that is quite revealing. Was he complaining about it? Kind of, because other men are ogling you, and he can’t have you for himself.
“Since when did [Y/N] have a custom bathing suit? This is news to me!” Diluc says, pulling his thick, fluffy red hair up into a high ponytail before letting his hands fall to his side.
“I can’t help but admire how their bathing suit cups the globes of their ass, making it look even more round than it already is,” Dainsleif mutters, causing the other men to turn their heads in Dainsleif’s direction slowly.
“[Y/N] has a perky ass; I’m really tempted to slap it just to watch them bounce,” Aether says, stroking his chin while his eyes were zeroed in on the globes of your ass.
“You can watch [Y/N]’s ass bounce when they’re riding me,” Pierro casually says while his eyes are scanning your body from afar, biting on his bottom lip. The men around him choke on air and saliva, giving the first Harbinger a heated glare, the one that was drilling holes into Pierro with their glare was Scaramouche. Scaramouche looked both horrified and very disgusted with what Pierro had said and implied.
“We didn’t need to hear that, Pierro.” Baizhu huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while looking away from the first Harbinger. While some men can discreetly agree that they’d like to see your ass bounce, they didn’t need a description or visual of your ass bouncing while— you know what, not even going to finish that sentence.
“The comment was uncalled for,” Albedo mutters, his face pinching up with disgust. Why did Pierro have to say that? The only person Albedo is okay with you riding was him and no one else! Well, as long as they’re not those four Harbingers.
“Can’t we just go and swim already? It’s really hot, and I am dying to feel the cool ocean water on my heated skin!” Gorou says loudly to grab everyone’s attention. You looked over at where Gorou stood while cornered to a giant rock by Kaeya and Childe.
“We’re wasting time here,” Xiao grumbles, rolling his eyes while standing close to Zhongli in the shade.
You nodded your head, “Yeah! What Gorou and Xiao said!” You squeaked, feeling yourself becoming flustered and shy while Kaeya and Childe’s hands were roaming around your body. “We should all go and swim in the waters! It’s hot, and the heat is making some of us, and by some of us, I mean me, delirious!” You gulped.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Pantalone says, reaching down to grab your hand and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. The two of you made eye contact; he gave you a flirtatious smile before sending a wink your way.
“Now, now, don’t fluster them any further, or else they’ll faint.” Capitano clicks his tongue in disapproval. Capitano walks over to where you were cornered before snatching you away from Kaeya, Childe, and Pantalone.
“Hey! You just can’t take [Y/N] from us!” Aether exclaims, running after Capitano with Heizou, Xiao, Gorou, Kazuha, Albedo, and Scaramouche following after him. Capitano tosses you over his shoulders, making you yelp and stare at the men with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a sharp sting on your asscheeks.
“Ow!” You whined, going limp on Capitano’s shoulders while lifting your right hand up to rub the area where Capitano had slapped you.
“Did he just….” Dainsleif’s eyes widen.
“He certainly did,” Zhongli confirms, his hands tightening into fists while clenching his jaws when he heard a sharp slap echoing on the empty beach with your surprising yelp following after the smack.
“I’m going to kill him.” Diluc growls, chasing after Capitano.
“Not if I do it first, dear brother of mine!” Kaeya exclaims, running after Capitano with his sword materializing in his hands.
“Shall we start swimming now? Everyone is running to the ocean.” Baizhu says. The men left behind nod their heads before following after Baizhu toward the ocean. Capitano was about to drop you into the sea, but you quickly protested while squirming out of his hands.
“Don’t drop me in the water yet! I still want to get pictures of all twenty-two of us at the heart-shaped island!” You exclaimed, holding onto Capitano’s arms tight, hoping that he wouldn’t drop you into the cold ocean water.
“Oh, right! The island! How could we forget about that island so quickly?” Pantalone spoke up, approaching where you and Capitano were standing.
“Hand [Y/N] back to us right now, and no one gets hurt,” Xiao demanded. Capitano and Pantalone turn around, with you still in Capitano’s arm. Well, you were on his shoulders, so your ass was facing the men’s direction.
“Dear archons! How hard did you spank [Y/N]!? Their cheeks are red!” Gorou exclaims, his eyes widening in shock before glaring at Capitano, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
“If any of you step any closer, I will drop [Y/N] into the ocean,” Capitano says, pulling you off his shoulders before holding you in the air, preparing to drop you into the water.
“Wow, using me as bait, how original.” You grumbled. “But really, though, can we go to the heart-shaped island before you dunk me into the cold seawater?” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest with a small scowl on your face.
“Alright, alright, it looks like Capitano won’t be dropping your cute ass into the water.” Dottore sighs dramatically, gesturing Capitano to put you down. Capitano walks over to the shore and places you down on the sand.
“Thank you.” You grumbled, looking around the beach for the lucky clover pinwheel that can take you to the heart island you’ve been dying to visit.
“What are you looking for?” Kazuha asks, his head tilting to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity.
“This one lucky clover spinning pinwheel thing that anemo vision holders can glide after triggering the pinwheel.” You said, rubbing your eyes.
“Isn’t there one on this island where the geo hypostasis is located?” Venti asks; you gave Venti a sad and pained smile while slowly nodding your head. You plopped onto the hot sand before laying down.
“Why are you laying on the sand? Wouldn’t it be better to lay on the beach towels instead?” Heizou asks, nudging your side gently with his barefoot.
“Leave me alone to die.” You sighed dramatically, rolling over to your side before grabbing a handful of sand and letting them fall beside your head. “There’s no way I’ll ever go to that island without having to teleport to another one.” You grumbled.
“Do not fret, little one. We’ll make the trip short and sweet.” Pierro says, pulling you up from the ground before carrying you bridal style and heading over to the waypoint.
“Hey! You’re not allowed to leave without us!” Thoma exclaims, running after the first Harbinger with the other men following close behind. After what felt like forever, you and the other twenty-one men have arrived at the heart island, finally.
You walked over to the heart and pointed at it, “Who wants to stand in this heart with me? Maybe a chest will pop up.” You step into the heart before facing everyone else with an expectant look on your face. You knew that it wasn’t a good idea to ask who was going to stand in the heart with you because you knew the men were going to fight over that spot on the heart. If they were to fight or argue over who gets to stand in the heart with you, they wouldn’t need to quarrel over it.
“I volunteer to stand in the heart with you, dearest!” Ayato says, walking over to you with a smug smile on his face.
Scaramouche rolls his eyes and grabs onto the Kamisato heir by the biceps before pulling him back with a glare. Ayato stares down at Scaramouche; an eyebrow cocked up with a questioning look on his face. As if you couldn’t sense it already, there was tension arising between the twenty-one men.
“If you want to be the first one to get into that heart with [Y/N], you might as well do it over my dead body.” Scaramouche declares.
“Ohoho! Death, you say?” Childe pops up between Ayato and Scaramouche, wearing a cocky smirk on his face.
“Guys, please, let’s not fight. I just want to take pictures and take a swim in the ocean.” You said, shoulders sagging dramatically before sitting down in the heart.
“Fine, anything for you.” Dottore coos, pinching your cheeks with an endearing smile on his face.
You smiled at Dottore shyly and grabbed onto the hand that was pinching your cheeks. The men behind Dottore all collectively scoffed in disgust and jealousy. Albedo pulls out the kamera and kamera stand, setting it three feet from where the heart was located. After placing the kamera on the stand, the men began to argue over who gets to take a picture with you first.
“I want to take a picture with [Y/N] first!”
“What! No, it should go in alphabetical order instead!”
“Alphabetical order?! What are we in elementary school or something?!”
“I believe that we should go in the order of who has met [Y/N] first when they’ve arrived at Teyvat.”
“Uh, Zhongli, that won’t be fair at all because some of us met [Y/N] later than others!”
“Then how about we go in the order of who started courting [Y/N] first.”
“Dainsleif, I get it that you’re almost as old as Zhongli, but that is the oldest thing I have ever heard.”
“That doesn’t make sense at all!” Aether nudges Heizou while giving Heizou a look.
“I mean, Aether and Dainsleif are friends, so maybe they’re both as ancient as Zhongli.”
You don’t know how many times you’ve sighed dramatically today, but you did it again anyway because these men stress you out without even trying. Perhaps taking pictures with the men by height would be best given that there are tall men and slightly shorter men.
“You know, let's start with height instead because I do not want to get any heatstrokes at all.” You said, wiping the sheen of sweat from your forehead.
“Wait, but that wouldn’t be as fair at all!” Kazuha says, looking over at the tall men with a look of displeasure on his face.
“It’ll be a group photo! Plus, after that, we can all take pictures together!” You said, smiling with satisfaction.
“But what if we want to take a picture with you individually to keep in our bedrooms for memories sake?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you with his arms over his bare tanned chest. Archons, what a beautiful man.
“Kaeya has a point,” Xiao mutters, earning a smile from the calvary captain, who places his arm over Xiao’s head. Xiao rolls his eyes and pushes Kaeya’s arm off his head with a grumble. Kaeya laughs under his breath before crossing his arms over his bare tanned chest.
“If we all want individual memories with [Y/N], then we mustn’t fight over who gets to take a picture with [Y/N] first. It’ll take up our time at the beach, and I’m sure we all want to swim in the ocean right now because it’s quite hot outside.” Diluc says.
“Then let’s take the pictures right now before the sun starts setting,” Baizhu suggested.
You, and everyone else, thought that it taking pictures on the kamera would be pretty easy, but you were all wrong. The group photos went smoothly, surprisingly, but the individual ones of you and a certain man? That didn’t go too well. Kaeya and Diluc ended up having a small argument over who gets to take a picture with you first and said the oldest out of the two should be the ones to take a photo with you first, etc. The best part of the entire thing was when certain men wanted to do certain poses with you in the picture. You will be keeping the group photos while the men will keep their images of you and them (Zhongli will save an image of you and him, Kaeya will save the picture of you and him together, Venti will have the photograph of you and him together, etc.).
Running your hands through your hair, you ask, “You want to give me a piggyback ride in the picture?”
Thoma smiles and nods his head happily, “That’s correct! I think it’d be a cute pose for the picture.” Thoma says happily. You shrugged your shoulders and climbed onto his back with your arms over his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist while he grabbed onto the fat of your thighs. Albedo leans towards the kamera and looks into the lens, preparing to snap a photo of you and Thoma together. Right when Albedo was about to press the button, you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheeks. Thoma’s eyes widen in shock when he feels your lips pressing up against his cheeks, his face turning almost as red as the vision around his waist.
The kamera clicks, and a flash of light almost blinds Thoma. You pulled away from Thoma and got off his back before skipping over to where Albedo stood while Thoma continued to stand in the heart, his hand placed over the area where you had kissed him.
“A kiss on the cheek? How unexpected.” Pierro says, leaning up against the broken tower on the island.
Albedo hands the photo over to you; you happily grab the picture from Albedo’s grasp. “I think a little kiss makes the photo even cuter!” You said happily. You turned to Thoma and handed him the picture happily.
Albedo looks at you curiously while walking over to you from behind the camera. “I didn’t know that kissing is part of the pose options,” Albedo says softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“I mean, it can be!” You said, twirling your hair around your fingers while smiling at Albedo innocently. Albedo looks over at one of the men, then at the kamera. Thoma jogs over to the kamera before adjusting the height and position of it, making sure to get the perfect angle of you and Albedo inside the heart.
“Try not to get too touchy with my lover,” Pantalone says, giving Albedo a fake smile.
“Your lover? Oh please, they’re our lover! Don’t be selfish now, Pantalone,” Capitano scoffs, rolling his eyes underneath his mask.
Itto and Aether eyed Capitano for a moment, their heads simultaneously tilted to the side with their eyes squinting. Itto had his chin resting on his hand while Aether had both of his hands propped up at the side of his hips. It was hot outside at Yaoguang Shaol, and yet Capitano did not take his helmet off (then again, the other Harbingers still have their masks on as well, except for Pantalone, Childe, and Scaramouche). Was it even a helmet? It’s certainly not a mask like the ones Pierro, Dottore, and Childe wears.
“What are you two staring at?” Capitano’s voice pulls Aether and Itto out from their thoughts, only to see the Harbinger looking directly at the two. Well, technically, they couldn’t exactly tell if Capitano was looking directly at them or not, so they’re just going to assume that he was looking at them.
“How are you not sweating underneath that thing?” Itto asks, gesturing to Capitano’s mask while looking at the Harbinger with interest and curiosity. Capitano scoffs softly to himself before diverting his attention elsewhere, making Itto and Aether scrunch their faces up with judgment.
“I knew that he’s intimidating and doesn’t interact with those that are considered to be “weaker” than him, but who knew that he has a stick up his ass.” Aether whispers to Itto.
“Eh, that’s just how he is.” Childe pops up between Aether and Itto with his arms thrown over both of their shoulders.
“It’s true. Not even Capitano would look in Childe’s direction when Childe admires him.” Scaramouche says, walking towards the trio with his arms tucked in the pockets of his swim trunks.
Heizou interjects, “So what I’m hearing is that he will ignore everyone that isn’t at his level or above him.” Running his hands through his auburn-magenta hair with his right hand before shielding his eyes with the same hand.
“Oh, gossiping about [Y/N]’s other significant other, are we?” Dottore chuckles. Childe, Scaramouche, Itto, Aether, and Heizou grumbled in response. Dottore snickers before walking back over to where Capitano stood.
“That’s the pose we’ll be doing!” You clapped your hands; Albedo nodded before standing in the middle of the heart with you standing in front of him.
Albedo wraps his arms around your waist and dips you down, your right arm holding onto his shoulder while your left arm is around his mid-torso. Albedo leans down and brushes the tip of his nose against yours; one hand reaches up and caresses your face in that hand. You and Albedo stared deep into one another’s eyes, your gaze falling down to Albedo’s lips before looking back up at his eyes. Albedo was staring at you intently, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips against your cheeks, his lips trailing down to your jaws and to your neck. You squeaked and snorted out a laugh, your hand flying to your mouth.
“Albedo! I’m ticklish!” You whined, your face scrunching up while refraining yourself from squirming out of his grasp.
Albedo smiles against your neck before burying his face into your neck, causing you to let out a loud squeal before you break out in a laughing fit. The two of you were so caught up with one another that you and Albedo failed to hear the kamera click, nor did the both of you notice the light flashing coming from the kamera. Thoma plucks the image from the kamera and gazes at it; a small smile appears on Thoma’s face. The picture of you and Albedo is adorable. It looks candid, and the both of you didn’t seem to remember that you two were having your photographs taken. Just in your own little world, as if the both of you were the only people in Teyvat, basking in each other’s companies. Thoma walks over to you and Albedo with the picture in his hands before clearing his throat softly to grab your and Albedo’s attention. You and Albedo broke your gazes from one another before looking over at Thoma, who gave you two a stiff smile. Even though Thoma is also dating you, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sting of jealousy nipping at him. Oh, if only he could have you for himself and only himself. It wasn’t fair that he had to share you with the others, and Thoma is certain that the others felt the same way about sharing you with other people.
“Here is your picture, Albedo!” Thoma says, handing the photograph over to the chief alchemist. Albedo’s eyes brighten up before reaching over to the picture that Thoma held out for Albedo to take. Albedo slowly releases you from his grasp before looking down at the image in front of him. You peeked from his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but squeal softly.
“Aw! Look how cute we look in the picture, ‘Bedo!” You said, patting on his biceps excitedly.
“I didn’t even realize that we had our pictures taken.” Albedo chuckles, looking at you over his shoulders with a tiny smile on his face.
“Alright! Since everyone had their photos taken with [Y/N], shall we go back to Yaoguang Shoal to swim?” Baizhu asks, rubbing his hot shoulders. The twenty-two of you have been standing under the sun for so long, that you were sure that the top of your head is sunburnt. You grumbled and rubbed the top of your burning head before pressing the top of your head against someone’s back to prevent your head from burning even further. It was Gorou. Gorou jumps when he feels the top of your head pressing up against his bare back.
“Archons, [Y/N]! Your head is hot!” Gorou exclaims, turning around to look at you. You pouted and rubbed the top of your burning head while mumbling unintelligible words to yourself.
“Come on, dearest. Let’s head back to Yoaguang Shoal, and you can start swimming in the ocean.” Ayato says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before guiding you away from the other men.
“Unless you prefer to sit in the shade to cool off before dipping your feet into the cold waters,” Zhongli says, rubbing your burning head with his hand.
“I would like both!” You reply, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand, wincing when you feel sweat gathering in that area. How long have you guys been staying at the beach anyway? It felt like hours because of how hot your head was feeling.
“Maybe we should have brought water and some snack with us to the beach,” Venti commented, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger while his lips were pursed.
Kazuha smiles, “Well, we can bring the abode with us anywhere we go! I’m sure we can bring the teapot out if some of us need to go on a bathroom break or snack break.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“You know, sometimes I forget that we can take the teapot wherever we go.” You grumbled, leaning up against Ayato. “But I would like to sit in the shade first before dipping my toes in the ocean. My head is burning, and I don’t know how much longer I can go with my head exposed to the heat.” You added, covering the top of your head with both of your hands.
Kaeya places his hand on the top of your head before pulling his hand away from your head quickly, “[Y/N]’s not wrong. Their head is so hot that you can cook an egg on it.” A teasing smile appears on Kaeya’s face. You gaped at Kaeya’s comment before grabbing his hand again and putting it on your head.
“You have a cryo vision! Maybe you should try to cool my head down with your cryo vision!” You suggested, looking at Kaeya expectantly.
“I don’t think that’s going to work, and he might end up freezing you entirely,” Diluc says, raising an eyebrow at you.
“You know, ‘Luc.” You said slowly, turning towards your redheaded boyfriend. “I would much prefer that than feel the heat cling to my body like a second skin.” You said, shuddering while feeling your sweaty arms. Maybe being closer to the ocean water could help you cool down. But for now, you just need to take shelter in the shade, or else your head is going to be burnt. Back at the main point of Yaoguang Shaol, you sat in the shade with Ayato and Zhongli while the other men were splashing around in the cold ocean waters. You lay on your towel and close your eyes, feeling yourself beginning to drift off to sleep while the cool and salty ocean breeze cools you down.
“You’re not going to go swim?” Dainsleif asks, sitting down in front of your feet. You cracked your eyes open and slowly sat up, stretched your arms in the air, and yawned. You plopped back down onto your towel and rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hands, mumbling something the trio couldn’t understand.
“I want to, but suddenly I don’t have any energy left in me to go and swim in the waters.” You sighed dramatically before letting out another yawn.
“Perhaps you need a little push or a guidance of some sort,” Pantalone spoke up, walking over to where you lay. You looked over at Pantalone, and you felt your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of Pantalone. Shirtless, wearing swim trunks, seawater dripping from his hair and body. He smiles at you and combs his hair back with his hands.
“A little push and guidance?” Diluc asks, walking towards Pantalone with his arms over his chest. Diluc was also dripping from head to toe because Kaeya had dunked him into the ocean. Diluc will get his revenge soon, but not now, of course. Diluc needed to find the perfect time to get back at Kaeya for pulling that stunt.
“Yes, a little push and guidance. Show them what you mean, Pantalone.” Pierro says, walking up to your little shade area on the beach. Pantalone grabs you by the waist and tosses you over his shoulders. You squealed loudly and looked at Zhongli, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, and Pierro with wide eyes.
“Pantalone! Put me down! I want to take a nap on the beach!” You said, lightly punching his bare muscular back. Pantalone smirks and walks to the ocean, his feet touching the wet sand. While you were complaining about not being able to take a nap, Pantalone proceeded to walk to the sea until he was waist-deep in the water. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the shore, only to see twenty other men staring back at him.
“Pantalone, what are you up to?” Xiao demanded, walking away from the small group of men huddling ten feet away from where you were laying.
“Pantalone, don’t you dare!” You said while he adjusted you into his arms, cradling you in his arms.
Pantalone looks down at you with an innocent smile on his face. Oh, archons, that smile of his is dangerous. Not only did he look good, but that smile of his was a little bit unsettling. Pantalone was up to something, especially with the way he was holding you. He reaches down and caresses your cheek before brushing the apples of your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. Before you could open your mouth to say something, Pantalone suddenly releases you from his grasp, sending you straight to the cold waters.
“[Y/N]!” The seventeen men gasped, rushing into the waters to where you were dropped in. You emerged from the water, wiping the salty water from your face, and pushed your hair away from your face before shooting the look of betrayal over in Pantalone’s direction. The men froze in their spot, looking at you with their mouths agape. You didn’t notice the way all of the men froze and stared at you like a fish out of water.
“Pantalone, you ass!” You scowled, swatting at his biceps. “Out of twenty-one of you, I don’t think I can trust you again after the stunt you just pulled!” You said, wringing the water out of your hair while walking back to shore.
“Aw, come on, muffin! Don’t be mad at daddy, now!” Pantalone chuckles, following after you.
“What the fuck did he just call himself?” Childe whispers to Scaramouche, and the two trade looks of horror with one another before their faces scrunch up in disgust.
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear Pantalone call himself ‘daddy.’” Scaramouche’s face scrunches up in disgust, holding himself back from gagging.
“I think that’s what Parakeet wants [Y/N] to call him,” Itto whispers loudly, looking mildly disturbed and traumatized.
“I believe that calling Pierro ‘grandpa’ will suit him more than ‘daddy,’” Aether whispers, covering his mouth with his hands while trying to act casual.
“Right because the first Harbinger is too old to be called daddy.” Heizou snorts.
“Mayhaps calling him ‘ancestor’ suits him more than ‘grandpa’ and ‘daddy.’” Thoma mused, stroking his chin.
Ayato runs up to you and wraps your towel around your body, and shoots a glare at the others who wouldn’t stop ogling you. Zhongli rushed you to the shade and made sure that you didn’t hurt yourself or accidentally ingest the ocean water.
Dottore walks up to you, Ayato, and Zhongli with a teasing smile on his face. “Why are you covering [Y/N] so suddenly? Surely, they must’ve liked the cool temperature of the ocean water!” He quirks up an eyebrow at the three of you.
“Their swimsuit was see-through.” Ayato hisses, tightening his grip on the towel that was wrapped around your shivering body.
“Wasn’t it already see-through?” Pierro asks, standing in front of you, Dottore, Ayato, and Zhongli. The way he towers over the four of you was intimidating, and the way he was looking at you sent chills down your spine.
“The swimsuit was slightly transparent until [Y/N] was dropped into the ocean.” Zhongli glares at Pierro, standing close behind you with both of his hands on your shoulders. Venti stands in between you and Pierro, giving the first Harbinger a wary look, his eyebrows narrowing. Venti reaches behind him and grabs onto your cold hands. You couldn’t tell if it was you that was shaking or if it was Venti that was shaking.
Venti turns to you and gives you a gentle smile, “Let’s go to the shade and have you warm up. I bet you’re freezing.” Venti brushes your rough hair to the side. You nod your head and let Ayato, Venti, and Zhongli escort you to where you were previously lying before Pantalone came along to snatch you up and drop you into the cold waters.
“Venti,” You spoke up softly; Venti turned to look at you with a cute smile. Ah, so you weren’t hallucinating at all. There was a strange mark on Venti’s face, along with the other shorter men whom you’re dating.
“Yes, Windblume?” He coos softly, squeezing your hands lightly while guiding you to your designated area under the shades.
“Why do you, Xiao, Albedo, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Gorou, Aether, and Heizou have that mark on your faces?” You poked his left cheek while staring at the said mark.
“The eight of them were having a little competition to see who, out of the eight of them, would survive in the wilderness,” Zhongli spoke up.
“Who’s winning so far?” You ask Venti.
“Me, of course!” Venti boasts.
“Well, that’s a load of boar shit.” Xiao blurts out, rolling his eyes. You snorted and covered your mouth with your unoccupied hand. Hearing those words coming out of Xiao’s mouth completely blindsided you, but it was one of the funniest things you’ve heard him say out loud.
“We haven’t gotten far in our competition because of that Harbinger that has dropped you into the ocean,” Kazuha says, pressing his warm hands up against your cold cheeks.
“But if we’re being honest, I’m winning the competition so far,” Gorou interjects, his ears twitching with happiness and pride. You smile at Gorou and reach up to scratch behind his ears, making him perk up and lean into your touch while smiling in ecstasy. Perhaps after today, you’ll choose to find a swimsuit that won’t rile the other men up too much, but you’re not sure if you’d be allowed to go to the beach again after this, especially if the other four Harbingers are tagging along.
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Hii Rose! I hope your week has been good. Are you still taking requests?
I was wondering if you would do Bumblebee (or Optimus) x Fem Reader who got a strong cold and they (feel free to chose who you wanna write the most) try to help with all they can? Just a little fluff thing </3
TFP Bumblebee + TFP Optimus with s/o who has a cold
Thank you! I've been good, I hope your week is pleasant as well! Also I did both bc why just have one giant robot bf when you could have two... Also my first time writing Bee so thank you for that! :)
I haven't specified any genders in these fics, since there's no real reason to, hope that's ok!! Enjoy your drabbles <3
Warnings: SFW, sick reader, GN reader
Word count: 636
TFP Bumblebee
He was slightly confused when Bumblebee heard his human sneeze for the first time. What was that noise that just came out of you? And why is your nose red? He'll beep at you in concern, and you brush him off, telling him it was just a cold.
"I'm ok, Bee." You stop in your tracks as you feel the urge to sneeze again, and you do. Your head flies forward as your body tries to expel whatever virus has gotten into your system. You pull out a tissue to wipe your nose, which is chafed red, "This is normal for us. I'll be fine within the next few days."
Bumblebee is not entirely convinced, so he drags you to Ratchet, hoping for advice on what to do with his sick human. Ratchet advised Bee that you were right; you just had a typical human illness commonly called the 'Cold'. He reassured Bee that you only needed fluids and rest and gave you a water bottle.
With a sighful beep in relief, Bee picks you up and takes you to his berthroom. He lays down on the berth and takes one of your many blankets stashed on it to bundle you up with before delicately lying you on his chassis. He whirls his vocaliser as he tucks in the sides of the blanket under you, finding you incredibly adorable, even with your little red nose. After tucking you in, he leans his helm down to mimic a kiss on your forehead, and you smile at the tiny zaps of static electricity that dance on your skin.
His frame's warmth and the soft rumbling of his engine distract you from a painful headache, and you are lulled to sleep, Bees' servo resting on your back, caressing you gently.
TFP Optimus
Optimus was familiar with human illnesses. Although not uncommon, sometimes one of the kids will come to the base with a cough or a runny nose. So he dedicated time carefully observing the correlation between various illnesses and their causes. He thought it would be helpful if another bot other than Ratchet was familiar with these illnesses. Then, one day, you came to the base to see him. He greeted you with a loving smile and picked you up to place a kiss on your lips. But you quickly pulled back and sneezed into your elbow before he could.
"Are you alright, Y/n?" Optimus watches as you pull a tissue from your pocket to wipe your nose.
"Yeah, I'm alright." You tucked the tissue back into your pocket once you were done, sniffling, "I've picked up a cold."
A cold. Optimus hums in thought. It was one of the more common illnesses spread among humans, and from his research, he noted that it isn't severe and only lasts a few days.
"Would you like me to do anything for you, love?" Optimus says with a gentle voice, "Some medicine from Ratchet, perhaps?"
"No, I've had some medicine earlier, thank you." Then, you sigh, leaning on one of his digits that cupped around your shivering frame, "I just need some cuddles from my boyfriend."
Optimus nods and brings you to his shoulder, helping you climb up. He felt you snuggle into the crook of his neck, and he couldn't help but smile as you gave the closest neck cabling you could reach a gentle kiss.
Despite being quite comfortable snuggled against him, he still notices your shivers. So, out of the corner of his optic, he spots a blanket on the couch and walks over to pick it up, draping it over your body to try and keep you warm. If there's one thing that Optimus has also learned, humans love their soft blankets. Smiling, he feels your shivers lessen and returns to his work on the base computer.
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𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 1610 𝔁 𝓐𝓺𝓾𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓐𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓽
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HEY YALL, so I made a lil drabble n stuff idk what else to sayy.
ALSO, my page is growing sm whatt😭. I love love love love love y'all, mwah. Like y'all don't know how it makes me feel thinking abt when I started this page, also sorry for the future heartache if y'all r not strong.
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Expect a song rec cause y'all know how much I like to incorporate music into my workss, I like that the song goes well alongside the fic, but its based off of Waiting room by Phoebe Bridgers
This doesn't apply to any gender
"It's for the better, just know it's for the better" Clinging on Miles' hand, the struggle in his eyes remained evident. Of course it were having to hold on to a whole person and police vehicle with weak web fluid, not to mention the emotional strain the current moments had on his heart.
"This cannot be happening, not when I haven't even found Miles"
"This can not be happening"
Nothing the father or son thought and said could've stopped the series of misfortunes for even a second. Because indeed, without a doubt, Miles' canon event was in process. What the Spider-Society, including yourself failed to decipher was that there were another crucial variable to Miles' canon: you.
"Miles you have to let me go"
The soft eyes you gave to him made the beautiful chaos seem mediocre. Be it the case that you had to be thrown onto a broken off bridge, Miles was going to make sure you were alive at least.
"I can do both, I can save you both"
Through his own peripheral he saw you shaking your head, tears dampening and streaming through the holes of your rubbed out mask. Since ever, you knew Miles had to ability to do great things. It wasn't something new when monitoring him for over 2 years now. But this, this whole thing was too much pressure for such a diamond.
"MILES"
Using her own strength, Gwen formed a shaky structure underneath the car.
Instantly, his head shot up to her, to Gwen. The gaze they both shared mocked the brief conversation between you two.
Whatever.
That was something you knew you could never achieve with him, that stare, that intimate, loving, beatific, blissful, longing stare.
"I don't want to do this anymore"
Immediately, your expression morphed from a slight saddened to wistful. Taking advantage of their ignorance, you snapped the thinning web fluid that held you to Miles. The web fluid that held you off the bridge, away from the deep waters below; held you living.
Blocking out the screams of terror and ache, you dived head first into the ocean, the last bit of air to ever enter your body escaping with a sigh.
Reappropriate arrogance. You know that you were nothing in that moment to Miles than a person in need of saving, not because he loved you, saw you as family or even a close friend.
I got the "I'm not gonna be here forever" talk yesterday and I feel sad like why are you gonna tell me that.
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I never felt more freedom than when I realized trying to be one thing was never going to work for me - being bi racial, bi sexual, gender fluid are all things that allow for complexity and change and I feel like as a water sign too it feels natural to not be one thing even though I've always craved the simple purity being just one thing seems to have like a bright resounding note vs a hectic melody
Being who you are vs who you think you are
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Honestly if it’s ok I would like to hear your thoughts on Kazumi? I’m having brain rot at the idea of Kiryu being a drag queen or gender-fluid and there’s like no one talking about it and I just wanted to know how you’d picture it because your goromi headcanon is just so well thought out- if this is a weird question or a hard one to answer I’m sorry it’s my first time doing this-
no worries, I LOVE talking about good shit like this 👀
SO KAZUMI
I don't particularly see her as genderfluid like I do Goromi but!! I do see her as a drag identity, just not as bold as the former.
Kazumi in a sense is very much how I interpret Goromi - that being she's pretty much the same dude but now in a wig but with a few changes.
she'd for sure have a Kiryu-esque seriousness to dressing up as in treating it like some kind of mission than a more casual thing. she'd have to be reminded like yo this ain't a substory, you can put your lipstick on without the concentration of someone fighting for their life.
in a way being Kazumi is a sort of break for Kiryu. he HAS to chill out and it's rough at first but eventually he's like okay, this is okay, I can just be
she's even more quiet and reserved than Kiryu already is, preferring to be left alone. it's a mix of not exactly knowing how to feel in drag and general internalized embarrassment so she's not up to being social about it. there's certainly an uncharacteristic lack of confidence on her part and needs a bit of encouragement to really feel like she isn't looking ridiculous.
Kiryu seems like, a by the book type of guy, due to his upbringing and general way he carries himself, so putting on drag is very alien to him. like, he can certainly see other people doing it. but himself? wild.
that said, he's bold and fairly immune to what people think of him but something about being Kazumi, for a good chunk of time, is very intimate, especially if he's around people he knows.
when she's with people she trusts, that's when she starts having a good time, maybe even being a lil bombastic then immediately covering her mouth when she laughs too loud. but if her present company comforts her, she'll be happy to let slip a more excitable version of herself. it helps knowing that, for the time, she's just someone else and that someone else can do whatever the fuck they want. it's even better that few people would recognize her, let alone even think a guy like Kiryu is Kazumi at first glance.
Kazumi is a bit of a tease, a bit more sensual. not flagrantly obvious but it's there, with the way she sways her hips and looks at you with those beautiful eyes™ that say everything and anything you wanna hear. Kiryu's a very reactive type of guy, doing this and that because of something else. Kazumi however takes the initiative in little ways as a measure of testing her own waters, as to do something Kiryu probably wouldn't unless provoked. Kazumi has no goals, she lives in the moment and wants to enjoy it on her own terms.
dresses in colors very much like her usual suit (red, gray, white). will be super self conscious about her ass hanging out in short dresses and if you come at her with the 'but you don't mind if you're wearing a fundoshi?' and you can literally see the gears turning in her head.
not super great at fighting in heels (compared to Goromi) so she's not pulling crazy moves or running around. she prefers beast mode and the graceful art of blunt force trauma to play keep-away
KAZUMAJI TIME I'm unwell
so the way Kiryu interacts with Goromi is SO important to me and it's equally just as important for my thoughts on Kazumi so you'll see a lot of parallels here.
Majima is MAD horny for Kazumi it's unreal. impressively brainrotted even by goblin standards. partly because it's very exciting to see Kiryu prettied up and partly because he can just see the ✨ gender ✨ radiating off of Kazumi even if it's not as much of a gender thing for her as it is for Majima. he gets that chest tight sort of happy seeing Kiryu try something so important to him.
definitely shows his love via gift giving and physical affection. Kazumi's not big on gifts in general because it's embarrassing so she has to often convince him to just take her out for a good time and that's fine enough. for her, the affection is more important than anything and she'll admit, she likes to be wooed
I have to include Haruka cuz how can I not 🥺 she definitely helps out with makeup and hair. it's not perfect but she's the only person Kazumi will not squirm around for. Kazumi will sit still a little for Majima/Goromi to help out but she's gonna complain about it the whole time.
every minute Majima's not hanging onto Kazumi like she's his trophy wife is another minute he dies inside. he makes it an event to let everyone know he's got the hottest girl in town and it makes Kazumi feel pretty damn good.
Kiryu knows he's hot as hell so that extends to Kazumi as well—small crowds preferably though. despite enjoying a bit of attention, she still prefers plenty of alone time. there is significant anxiety for her to be the center of attention either because someone might recognize her or because things going to shit is just how Kiryu's life tends to go.
she lovesss getting a rise out of Majima, especially if they're in a place he has to behave. since he's her biggest fan, she does like a good bit of ordering him around, often to the point he's actually irritated but that's just part of the game for them, being smug heathens @ each other. I'm a goblin for possessiveness and jealously so throw in a bit of that for flavor 😏
I have a Kazumi x Majima fic where she's very dommy mommy and he's a meek lil worm and I think that's a sign of nature healing.
BIG fluffy Goromi interactions, they're very affectionate together and Goromi's just so giddy to have Kazumi go out with her. she will however bite people's fingers if they so much as wave in Kazumi's direction. the excitement from Goromi does help stave off Kazumi's own insecurities.
being with Goromi does give Kazumi a bit of perspective she otherwise wouldn't really understand as Kiryu. I can see her having one of her typical "wow, people sure do live differently than I do and I've gained more respect for such things" sorta deal lol. basic stuff but significant to those around her.
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