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Dear project moon writer, if your request are open, Will you kindly write Jia huan(The Ncorp guy) x gn!reader romantic headcanons?
I ask this as there a very miniscule amount of Jia huan x Reader going around and đ
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| Jia Huan(N.Corp) Ă GN. Reader - General Romantic Headcanons!
Jia Huan, as we know, is arrogant and, in other words, spiteful.
However, to be his partner?- that's a whole other story. So let's say you got together with Jia Huan himself!
Despite his typical attitude towards others, it would be more tempered/softer. After all, I doubt you did anything wrong to him, did you?
That doesn't mean he doesn't have his little sarcastic comments here and there, but it's all in good terms... But he is actually pretty chill?
He sighs occasionally at your antics or your decision making, but besides that, he will deal with it as long as it's you.
You're an exception in his life. Don't underestimate those words.
He sometimes stares at you in amusement like you're something interesting because to him; you are. He may silently ask himself, how did he manage to fall for you?
...And what did you see in a man like him?
He's not too romantic, but he is still there for you. Especially the fact he is working in N. Corp for Hermann.
Don't embarrass him in front of his colleagues and don't hinder his mission, then you'll be fine.
Yet, he will still protect you. And he swears on himself he wouldn't fail like how he failed Jia Huan. If anything it's the reason why he constantly wants tabs on you.
Your lover and also your biggest bully.
Took long because Tumblr deleted my progress 4 times already,, -Dandy.
Small follow up to @existence-is-a-pain87's post recommending authors except this is a mini version of it because I don't really have the energy to do much </3
I'm excluding the authors she mentioned in that post + nsfw blogs, and also keep in mind that while I religiously check the limbus x reader tag to find as many new authors I can and support them, some still slip past me because tumblr is wonky
Not tagging them because I'm shy </333 (but also you can find most of these authors + a couple more if you check my following tab)
@/cubecat-sunshine
@/uponawhitehorse13
@/sharkteeth
@/dandytheflowery
@/creativecornea
@/versionsofthepast
^ they don't seem to be active anymore?? but I still think they're worth checking out
@/insertc00l
@/schizoidcel
@/silly-goomi
@/sakurablossoms777
@/hongluimagines
@/bl0ominglotus
@/rezadotcom
@/surrealspacestuff
@/indicants
@/dreadcore
@/my-impossible-dream
@/placebeau
@/kierurinn
Some of the authors here haven't written much but I still think they're worthy of being brought up. Sorry if anyone here didn't want to be put on the list, lmk if it bothers you and I'll put you off the list. Also sorry that I can't do much besides bringing attention to you all instead of showing proper appreciation.
good day! it's alway nice to see more pjm writers! can i request some general romantic alessio x gn!reader headcanons or scenarios⊠either one is fine! thank you in advance!
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| Alessio Ă GN. Reader - Behind the Professionalism.
General Romantic Headcanons!
âAlessio is a straightforward but honest man.
He remains diligent and professional in his job.
Now, you could either try and offer help in his work or disturb him that depends on you, and sometimes he'll allow you to help.
Alessio is quite a busy man. It also depends on how busy he is on days to make space in his schedule for you.
You can bring him a coffee while he's busy with paperwork , learn his usual.
Though you may also offer little biscuits or snacks, he'd silently appreciate it since, as an Archiver, it's sometimes hard to leave the chair with all the piling up work.
(You could give some input or opinion, and that depends if you think he is listening or not!)
During non-inportant time or stuff, you can probably doodle on the whiteboard if it's just the two of you.
Plus, if you somehow acquire a bunch of sticky notes out of the blue, you can probably stick it around his office or secretly behind his back.. Or on his coffee mug with a little heart. 'Made with Love.'
He's not the most touchiest person, but more of a quality person given his job. But quality time works like a charm.
When he does briefings with others, you can sit somewhere in the room, or you probably have to wait for him in his office.
Need honest opinions? Alessio is an honest man, in and outside of work.
Brutally, if must.
Though being in a romantic relationship, please respect his boundaries since he still does have to remain professional.
...And will you stop trying to get a reaction out of him while he's trying to be serious!-
(I'm so sorry this took so long, I was very sick and didn't know what to write for Alessio. . . There's absolutely nothing about Alessio anywhere except the wiki, so I hope I did okay!)
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â Don Quixote! Your self-proclaimed protector and Knight!
Self Proclaimed? What nonsense!
She is your Knight!
Don Quixote, always making sure you are uhmarmed and safe, and to keep a close eye on you. To be with Don, means there is never a boring day with her! If it mean't continious adventures together with the other sinners or telling the adventures/stories that she knows of! Then she'd be always glad to tell you.
"Wouldst thee liketh to heareth the tale of the mightly col'rfix'rs?!
how about thee associations and thy many offices, O most dearest?"
A very joyous sinner that most or if not everyone agrees that she can be very loud..
And that also means when she possibly tries to express her love to you. You can always talk to her if you're a bit shy about anything related to Public Display of Affection... She understands, but it's just how she is. She doesn't mean any harm. She just wants to show off her lovely partner, no? But she can still tone it down a bit if you do talk to her.
Speaking of loud, when she confesses to you.. Oh, golly.
Communication is key.
---
It's like a romantic scene from the movies. Her declaration of her love to you almost felt scripted but unscripted at the same time. Maybe because the Knight did overthink a bit. But Don is also the type of person to just let whatever comes naturally.. Especially her words.
The way she spoke was so freely and straight down from her heart. Everything during that moment was forgotten. Your worries, problems, and all you could hear were Don Quixote's genuine words and stand there until she finished. . . Que to Don with teary eyes, and possibly acting like it's a marriage proposal despite it being only a confession, for now..
When you accept her, it almost feels like a Dream.. You know?
What a Joyous Day!
She will take any opportunity she can to make sure you feel loved. Be it through her words, actions, or through gestures.
As her partner. Please help regulate her impulses. Especially to think before acting recklessly with her rambles about justice. Being her partner also means you having to keep an eye on her, too.
Now, if we're talking about during or after her Canto..
---
Sancho. A 2nd Kindred bloodfiend.
She loves you still, really.
But she sometimes can't look at you in the eyes. Not in a bad way, but-
What did she do to deserve you?
Part of her misses her family, and if she couldn't protect them.. What more of you? It nearly spirals her despite that joyous face most of the time.
Sometimes, she wonders what her father or family would think of you...
If you stayed with her during these dark times of hers until the end. She will only hold and be determined to protect you more. She is your Knight. Though, forgive her for being a bit delusional on some occasions. She's trying her best.
She's still the Don you know! But there's an obvious change. She's still that profound Knight who seeks justice. It's just a tiny bit toned down and controlled.
Whenever you're injured, she always remembers that Dante can always turn the clock back for the both of you, right? It somewhat eases her panic.
But when Dante is not around, she is by your side when you are injured. Even if it's tiniest or minor injury, she insists on being with you.
Especially if it involves blood.
... Sometimes, you could swear she stares a bit too long at the wound.
Don't underestimate her. Yes, she's small, short, and practically a blonde ball of sunshine.
---
But a reminder, this woman wields a lance bigger and taller than her.
There are often times when she can be a bit too excited to see you and might out of the blue sweep you off your feet with pure ease.
She will remember each adventure together.
And she will be your protector, your Knight, until the end.
-FIN.
[*Had to use a translator because I don't know how to speak Old English. .
â For a man so imposing and serious that he can even command one of the 12 Heishou Packs and even used to the violence around him, you may be surprised to see something gentle behind that cold mask. It's only seemingly reserved for those he trusts and care for, like his younger siblings Xichun and Hong Lu.
<And especially a partner the he can call his own.>
Given if he did harbor feelings for someone. It would be subtle at first. . .
Also given that H-Corp is very similar to the Chinese Dynasties.
Courting would seem more like it for Jia Qiu.
For courting, his gifts can become silently meaningful and not just physically appealing to the eyes.
As I said, if he were to have feelings for someone. It would be rare, but! When he loves, then it is strong.
His Courtship Gifts:
âą Hairpins - Commitment | And if even, Claiming.
âą Combs - Companionship, Intimate Connection.
âą Maybe flowers?
In general: Admiration and Respect.
---
Now, we have Zilu and Zigong. His assistants..
Zigong would probably be giggling mischievously in the back after seeing her lord almost look like a hopeless romantic while also knowing what he is doing.
He often asks Zigongs opinion if the things he has chosen is up to 'your taste' or 'good enough.'
She always smiles slyly during so.
For Zilu, she would be more inclined to protect you. Given she sacrifices herself willingly to save those her master/leash holder trusts for.
What more for her masters own partner?
---
Let's say after all the courting and you two got together.
Please let him hold your hand. Despite always holding himself high and not being freely vulnerable. He's been through a lot, considering being the last one in the Kong Family. So, he will be happy and grateful to have you. But he still respects your personal space!
Your trust and companionship is something he values deeply and doesn't joke around lightly.
Talk to him, and he will listen. Maybe he would even tell you about his adventures with Zilu and Zigong.
They can be quite the trio.
He cherishes each moment spent between you two. Even if you both are doing separate tasks but are in the same room. As long as he can see you and have you nearby, then he is happy.
Let him maybe treat you out. After all, he is a man with goals. And not always around.. He has to make it up somehow.
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Hii Can I request kindly for Zilu x Reader!? Scenario or Headcanons
Thank youuu
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,, A heishouâs dearest one ''
Zilu x reader headcanons
Extra notes: woo!! My FIRST SET IF HEADCANONS! I mainly chose headcanon for the reason itâll let me write something different-
Zilu has an impressive patience- especially when it comes to you. You could be doing the stupidest thing ever while sheâs on her final straw and sheâll just grab you by the back of your shirt like a small child and drag you away from whatever youâre doing. Of course sheâll be irritated and maybe give you a small scolding depending on what you were attempting to do.
Additionally, she also deeply worryâs about you when sheâs away for work as a Heishou. She doesnât doubt that you are very much capable of defending yourself- sheâs made sure of that -but she canât stop herself from feeling guilty that she canât be there all the time - she doesnât share this with you.
Being Ziluâs lover comes with honestly an astonishingly amount of perks. Not only do you have an entire heishou branch in your side (even if your not their leash holder, Ziluâs put in a good word for you) but you also have Kong Qiu and Zigong there too. Youâre all like a very weird and traumatised family!
Zilu values respect above all else. Respect her job, her leash holder, her in general and youâll be married in within 2 years and stay married till death do you part.
But respect is only the way to break the ice initially, Zilu does absolutely require your love and attention.
Her love language is acts of service, if that wasnât plainly obvious⊠If sheâs not busy she loves to cook for you and sheâll help you clean but she wonât do all of it herself. Relationships are very much 50/50 in terms of responsibility and sheâs making sure you play your part.
Zilu is more of a listener than a yapper, and she really doesnât care which one you fall into. She loves to listen to your voice, itâs just confirms to her that yes- she DID get lucky with someone like you living in Hongyuan (obv you donât have to be from there, itâs just more likely for you to meet and fall into love if your from there). If youâre more of a listener that fine too, quiet nights are sometimes the best nights to just sit back and relax and maybe get a good nights sleep.
Look, she loves you, we all know that. But you are forbidden from wearing her heishou uniform. You could steal ANY of her clothes and sheâll just laugh and let you wear it but her uniform? Complete off limits. Except her hat. You can wear her hat. Sometimes she forces you to wear her hat. She thinks you look cute.
To finish off these awfully short headcanons because as much as I love Zilu and spring cultivation will forever be my favourite intervollo I struggle to write her - Like most people in the city, Zilu has some nightmares here and there. For the love of the head please just sit with her. Donât talk and just let her process it. Sheâll get a bit snappy if you ask too many questions. A simple âyou alright?â Will do so she at least knows your there.
ââŠLimbus Company | Wei x Gn!Reader | No spoilers!âŠâ
Weiâs not used to thisâ this jealousy that blossoms within his chest when he sees you laugh and smile at another person.
It's not right of him to feel this way, he knows this. He should be happy that you're happy, he should like the person that makes you laugh and smile so. But all he feels is an ugly feeling that festers deep inside his being. It takes all his strength not to glare down the person standing beside you, takes all his willpower not to make his unreasonable dislike of them obvious.
Wei has went through something similar with Xichun before so it's not like he's completely unaware or lost on how to deal with this situation. But his jealousy was never this extreme before.
He does his best to stay calm and hide his annoyance for you. You deserve so much better, after all. However, if someone dares to make you the slightest bit uncomfortable then he can't promise that he won't do something foolish.
Binah x Reader
Android AU
Pronouns: Gender Neutral
Warnings: Descriptions of small injuries and death
~ * ~
Androids do not feel.
It is not an opinion, it is a fact, told constantly to everyone and anyone. Androids do not have capacity for emotions. They are here to use, to be used, to serve those who bought and own them because they can never be anything but owned. You know this. The world knows this. Everybody knows this, and those who believe otherwise are called foolish, tearing an inevitable cackling laugh from peopleâs throats as they slap the table, how stupid and silly, how naive!
Theyâre words you ponder as you continue your lifeâs work of creating and welding and repairing, your dingy house filled with bits of metal, bobs you found tossed aside. One personâs junk is anotherâs treasure, although some would call you an idiot for thinking you could make something out of nothing.
But nothing is never nothing. And perhaps you are an idiot, or stupid, or silly, or foolish or naive, or perhaps some combination of everything, when you pull a discarded android out under the scrapheap.
Black, gold, and porcelain, once pristine and now tarnished. The interlocked hexagons immediately mark the android as an Arbiter class, models only available to the wealthiest and most influential people. Yet this one has been thrown away and left to rot, rust decorating her elegant features, and a frown flits across your face. Someone must have been very frivolous, or perhaps very cruel, to toss aside an Arbiter android without a thought.
Itâs not surprising. Those types are all fat old fools, after all.
Nothing to it but resources, you try to tell yourself. But your hands lay flat on the androidâs shoulders and refuse to curl, taking not one bit of metal from her. The gears in your head turn, fingers tracing and examining every patch of rust and severed wire and those closed eyes, neutral and silent.
âFixable.â Your voice comes out in a whisper, carefully hefting her onto your back and hurrying away, just as the sun begins to set.
It becomes a personal project of yours, an attempt to repair a disabled Arbiter as you scrounge around for different parts to use. Youâre not even sure what metal sheâs made of, something high quality and cold and much, much too expensive for you to even have a chance of glimpsing, but slowly your list fills with checkmarks and new cuts join old scars on your hands from your work. Gloves cost too much, and your fingers are essentially dead in feeling anyways. The android sits on your workbench, the corpse of an effigy, and doesnât move.
In truth, youâre not expecting her to be alive. The rational part of your brain keeps repeating the facts, over and over. Clearly, she was shut down. She canât be repaired. She will never wake up. Youâre excellent at not listening to those thoughts, letting your body methodically move while you keep your mind blank apart from the spark of hope twinkling in the center. Maybe, just maybe, your skills will suffice. Maybe.
Thereâs a twitch from her fingers, and you pause, breath dying in your chest. They move again, more this time, slowly curling and uncurling into a fist before the androidâs body jolts and clicking whirs fill the room as symphonic noise. Slowly, she sits upright, and slowly, you take a few steps back, unable to keep yourself from staring as her golden earring sways.
Her eyes open like a splash of midnight, and sheâs staring directly back at you, voice coming out flat and cold.
âI am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?â
You open your mouth, then close it again, not her original owner nor another member of the elite. You could say nothing. You could simply keep your mouth shut, and she would leave as an Arbiter to find a new directive. You could turn your back and pretend like you saw nothing.
But you know and she knows that thereâs nowhere for her now.
ââŠStay a while.â
And she does. She becomes a constant shadow, watching you silently from a corner in your little, decrepit house. For several days the android simply stands there, doing and saying nothing but observing your every movement. Occasionally you look up from your work, meeting her bored black gaze, and you wave. At first thereâs nothing, but gradually her head tilts at your small actions and the kind smile you give her.
One day, she waves back, stiff and a little awkward, but it makes you perk up nonetheless.
She moves closer, more freely, beginning to explore the house when youâre bent over pieces of metal and solder, before standing directly behind you and watching you work with a flicker of interest, although she rarely answers to her designated title. Something is disconnected, unfitting, and you take to simply calling her âDearâ from the pool of sweet sincerity in your heart. You answer when she asks questions, not berating or sneering but giving her a nod and swift demonstrations and free reign to examine anything she wants. So she sits, the nameless android, and reads every book you have to offer, cold fingers tracing over one word again and again. Itâs that word she holds close to her when she approaches you one day, a hint of apprehension in her eyes.Â
ââŠI would like for you to call me Binah, from now on.â
Sheâs amazed at her audacity to request something as an android, a tool, a weapon to be used. Whatâs more incredible is your response, a nod and a gentle agreement that it suits her.
For the first time, Binah smiles a little.
Binah is never apart from you after that. Wherever you go, she goes, even if itâs simply to find more supplies or to watch the stars come out. Sheâs always there, a quiet, constant presence by your side. There are flashes and glints of feeling, slowly, as she begins to separate things she likes and dislikes and learn, always learning more and more with keen interest. She likes the night sky, books, the scent of tea. She despises too much noise, too many people, those who never listen. You, she finds, she likes immensely.
She never tells you this verbally, but you know when her fingers curl around yours and your hand presses against her cool cheek, eliciting a shudder as she practically melts against your touch.
Some people ask if sheâs yours when they see her behind you, carefully watching for any threats. You always deny it, every time. The thought of being Binahâs owner makes your stomach turn, seeing and accompanying her during her growing sentience and awareness as an individual. But she interrupts you one day when that familiar question rises again, answering with a monotonous yes and an icy glare until the person who asked runs off in a panic. You blink, turning to look at her only for cool, heavy arms to wrap around your waist, her hand over your beating, human heart.
âI am yours, and you are mine. If you will have me.â Her words are firm and laced with certainty, the gentle touch of her fingers betraying her hidden, developing emotions. You stare at Binah and merely nod, and she softens briefly to bump her forehead against yours.
You were told that androids couldnât do a lot of things. They donât feel, donât form attachments, donât understand bonds or gentleness. Everything is proven wrong, to your delight. It has never felt so good to be wrong, wrong about each âfactâ that tried to force its way into your head.
Wrong, except for one.
Androids cannot die. Not in the way that humans do. Everyone knows this. Binah knows this. You knew this. They could be shut down, or lose their directive, but Arbiters were made to survive. You had told her about death, your fingers laced with hers during your evening walk.
âHumans rot underground, but I like to think that eventually we grow into flowers again. Wouldnât that be nice?â
Yes. It would be nice. Her words go unspoken.
Binah stands in the rain, wrapped in the coat you made for her after she discarded the golden hexagons to remain with you. Of course, thereâs no cold to her, but you loved and she loved the fabric, the way you would tuck yourself into the front while she was still wearing it. She idly twists her rings; one, two, three; resting on her favorite on the left hand.
âI am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?â
Her voice is as apathetic and even as the day you first met, drizzle clouding her vision and wetting her synthetic hair. You always told her it was soft and smooth, and she couldnât help but lean against your hands whenever you pet it.
ââŠI am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?â
Her fingers lace together and grip hard, the same crushing force that has killed countless people, yet treated you so gently. She always was fond of caressing your face, feeling the way your skin dipped under her careful touch. Fascinating. Wonderful. Human.
ââŠI am Binah, your android. PleaseâŠâ
Instinctively, she reaches out for your presence, trembling minutely and unable to keep the repressed waver out of her tone.
ââŠWhat are your ordersâŠ?â
Androids also cannot cry. Almost none of them are made with it in mind, even less so Arbiters who are made to kill and maim. But Binah feels, and wishes that she could so.
ââŠI miss you.â
The rain weeps in exchange, and a lone android sinks to her knees in the flower field where youâre buried.Â
ââŠLimbus Company | Female!Side Characters x gn!reader | Potential spoilers!âŠâ
"What? A worm?" Xichun scowled. Was this one of your attempts to tease her again? Because if so, she certainly wasn't going to let you win so easily!
âWhy would I love a worm? Donât be ridiculous.â Besides, what did you even mean by your question? That youâd take some bolus that eventually turned you into a worm or one where you turned into an actual worm?
In the first scenario, she doubted sheâd be able to keep loving you no matter how much she tried. Dealing with one person who wasted his life away was painful enough, she doubted that sheâd be able to deal with it again, let alone with someone just as important to her. In the second scenario⊠she supposed that if you just looked like a worm but were capable of talking or interacting with her â and most importantly, you still had a consciousness because she certainly wouldnât love an actual worm â then sheâd love you still.
Not that she was going to tell you that, though. Itâs what you get for trying to tease her!
The corner of Alfonsoâs lips quirked up into a smile. âOf course, dear. What you are wonât change how much I love you.â
If she didnât already have something in mind, then your question certainly wouldâve given her the perfect idea to keep you by her side for however long she wanted. Though, you being a worm would be boring since she wouldnât get to enjoy the affection you gave her as a human, so itâs highly unlikely sheâll turn you into a worm even if she had not other choice.
Well, not permanently at least. The moment she figured out a better method to make you stay with her, sheâd turn you back into a human.
"...What?" Caiman blinked. How would she even begin to answer a question like this? Was this just a hypothetical question or were you looking for reassurance of some sort?
âThat depends on what exactly you mean by turning into a worm,â she continued. âDo you still have your consciousness as a worm? Do I know that the worm is you? Did you get some elaborate body modification or prosthetics or were you turned into a tiny worm against your will?â
âŠor maybe she was overthinking this?
She turned away from you, as she was flustered... and she probably was. Strict as she was when it come to her work, you always managed to confuse or fluster her whenever the two of you were alone.
"...Yes, I'd love you if you were a worm.â
"Why not?" Mai answered softly. "I doubt you'd stay a worm for long here in T Corp, but I'll love you all the same.â
"What if I was stuck as a worm forever then?" you questioned her.
She hummed in thought. Given her position as a Class 5 employee as well as her rather close friendship with Herbert, it was highly unlikely â if not straight up impossible â that you'd stay as a worm. She had enough resources and wealth to provide you a new, maybe human, body.
However, considering your insistence on the question, she doubted that you'd be satisfied with that answer. "Then I'd take care of you forever," she chose to say with a gentle smile. "How you look like won't change the fact that I love you. If you need me to take care of you, then I will.â
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Jia Xichun | Alfonso | Caiman | Mai
Featuring Daiyu, Dulcinea, Catherine and Stephanette!
ââŠLimbus Company | Female!Side Characters x gn!reader | Potential spoilers!âŠâ
It took Daiyu a second to register your question but when she finally did, her cheeks turned into a pink shade.
The thought of you, small and cute and in her palms... it was safe to say that it was enough to make her gush, but she refused to do so until she knew for sure what your intention was when asking a question like that.
âThat depends,â she replied, clearing her throat to regain her composure as the heat in her cheeks calmed back down.
Then whatever feelings of adoration that lingered afterwards died immediately as she realized how exactly you'd be turning into a worm and why you asked her about it.
"Which bolus did you take?!" She placed her hands on your shoulders with a panicked look in her eyes before checking all over your body to see if there are any signs of the bolus showing effect yet.
"...It's a hypothetical question," you answered.
She paused and straightened up, staring into yours eyes for a moment to see if you were telling the truth before she sighed in relief and hugged you close. "What kind of question is that? Of course I'd love you, it doesn't matter what you look like.â
Dulcinea paused at your question. "A worm?" She repeated, tearing her gaze away from her human fans desperate to talk with her and turning to look at you instead. "Why on earth would you become a worm? How would a human like you even transform into one?â
"It's a hypothetical question," you answered.
Dulcinea didn't look pleased with it as her face shifted to that of exaggeration before she sighed. "If you were a worm, I wouldn't be able to love you, so isn't my answer obvious?â
The next day, you overheard her talking with Curiambro on how to take care of worms.
"Of course I would!" Catherine eagerly answered, her words more than honest.
"Ah but I wouldn't be able to love you properly if you were a worm, could I? I wouldn't be able to hold you, kiss you or even talk to youâŠ" she lamented with a sigh, resting her cheek on her hand before smiling again. "So I'd have to find a way to turn you back."
What went unsaid was how she'd keep worm you in a tank and watch and gush over how cute you were as you did worm things. Maybe she'd even take pictures of worm you so she could think back to that time fondly after you turned back human.
Yeah, you didn't need to know about that part.
Stephanette's grip on her pen faltered a bit at your question.
"...Why would you turn into a worm, dearest?" she softly questioned you, lifting her gaze from her notebook to meet your gaze. Though her expression remained as gentle as always, you could see the way your questioned startled and worried her. Before you could reassure her about it, she stood up from her seat and made her way over to you.
"Dearest," she began, cupping your cheek in her hand. "If something is bothering you, then you can tell me and we'll deal with it together.â
You may or may not have forgotten about what happened with her friend when they set out to explore the Outskirts.
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Lin Daiyu | Dulcinea | Catherine | Stephanette
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A/N: aaaa its been so long since ive written anything ;-; I hope you guys enjoy!
(P.s. this isnt betaed and the ending is kinda rushed sorry ;3)
The night was rather young, the moon only beginning to rise from its slumber to its comfortable throne in the sky. Your shoes thump on the steps of a safehouse in Daguanyuan, your brows furrowed in frustration. You towed behind you a cart filled with velvet red gift boxes before stopping before the Mao Branch Heishou which you identified as Zilu.Â
âZilu!â You greeted and she greets you politely, a curious gaze focusing on the cart behind you. She tilts her head to get an eyeful of the contents when Zigong appears behind her, effectively scaring her. She jumps with a squeak of surprise and you canât help but laugh at their antics.Â
âWhat brings you here to our abode, oh renowned one?â Zigong asks and you huff, even though you were a popular fixer around Daguanyuan and have done your part in securing the safety of most citizens, you were still just some ordinary fixer. Still, the title that Zigong addressed you with only stuck because of their lord.Â
Jia Qiu.Â
Which is who you were seeking out, though it seems that the leash-holder isnât in the premises and the thought alone makes you sigh as the two women look at each other with a glint in their eyes. You explain that you would like to meet with Jia Qiu and ask if he was the mysterious sender of the many intricate and definitely pricey gifts you have been receiving as of recently. You had no clue what events would transpire prior to this confrontation but you needed an explanation because Jia Qiu mustâve spent time planning and buying these gifts that you did not deserve.Â
âOh dear, our Lord isnât here at this timeâŠâ Zigong says sadly, but you can make out the smile that forms on her lips and you feel slightly uneasy. The retainer has a way with her words and expressions that you have learned to read because of your frequent visits and the smile that she wears now isnât something goodâŠ
âWould you like to wait? Jia Qiu will most probably be back in half an hour.â Zilu follows up, her expression neutral and unreadable. The Mao Heishou has her hands still stiffly folded as she looks at you, awaiting an answer. You sigh and nod at them and the two women allow you to step in, the door creaking with a loud resounding âboomâ as it shuts behind you.Â
The cleanliness of the stronghold will still amaze you as you canât imagine how much time it took to scrub the Lord of Hongyuanâs blood off the floor. You make a beeline for the door at the end of a long hallway and push it open, revealing a neat but spacious room in front of you. Jia Qiuâs bed is neatly made and you flop on the silk sheets with a heavy breath. You have been here more than once and have made Jia Qiuâs bed your sleeping place when missions were too tasking to return to your own. (You know that there is a guest room but you do not know why Jia Qiu refuses to let you sleep on your own.)Â
You roll onto your back and stare at the lantern illuminating the room with its warm glow to try and force yourself awake. You have to focus on the task at hand. Begrudgingly, you heave yourself up from Jia Qiuâs soft bed and walk over to the cart and pick a large box at the top of the pile. You had already opened each gift and have read through each cryptic message which had no pen name so there was no need to open it again.Â
You carefully set each velvet box onto the Lordâs massive desk and when you were done, the desk was piled up with boxes of different sizes and shapes. Realising that there were only a few minutes before Jia Qiu was back, you sit on the edge of his bed, bouncing your leg anxiously as you waited.Â
You were zoned out by the time Jia Qiu pushed open the doors to his room, His eyes widen as his gaze moves from you to the gifts he had bought stacked high on his desk. Anxiety and worry begin to bubble deep in him as he muses over possible outcomes of this interaction
Are you going to reject him? Or accept him? Will your relationship with him break apart forever or was this just a little misunderstanding?Â
The Lord had encountered Zilu and Zigong in the hallway as he was making his way to his room, the two women informing him of your arrival and that you were in his room, waiting for him. When he tried to ask further, none of them would answer him.Â
You loudly cough, eyes staring at Jia Qiuâs sturdy form as you see the man snap from his trance and walk up to you in two long strides.Â
âWhat brings you here?â Jia Qiu asks and you swear his voice is gentler and softer but you ignore it, reasoning to yourself that it was just because he was tired.Â
You explain that you suspect that he was giving you gifts and that you wanted an explanation for them.Â
Jia Qiu looksâŠconfused? Shocked? Surprised? You couldnât make out the emotion that flickers in his eyes before he stares at you, his brown eyes boring into yours and you look away hastily, the eye contact making you nervous.Â
âDo you truly not know the reason for these gifts?â Jia Qiu asks and you nod as sincerely as you can and he lets out a light chuckle before sitting next to you, the mattress dipping from his weight.Â
âI was trying to court youâŠitâs..a custom here.â Jia Qiu explains slowly as he sees your expression slowly change from one of confusion to one of embarrassment and realisation. You look at him slowly, your cheeks warming and you can hear your wildly beating heart in your ears.Â
âYouâŠwhat? Me?â You stutter, pointing to yourself then to him then to yourself again, unable to comprehend the fact that Jia Qiu the Tiangang Star of the Pinky wants you. Thinking that this is just a dream, you quickly pinch yourself on the cheek, but when the pain registers, so does the realization that Jia Qiu wants you. He chose you out of who knows how many potential suitors.Â
âYes you.â Jia Qiu replies, taking your trembling hands into his large and warm ones, looking at you with a soft and gentle expression that you are sure is reserved for you. Tears start welling up in your eyes and you pull away to wipe them off, looking away from Jia Qiu.Â
âDo you accept my advances?â Jia Qiu asks before hastily adding on: âI totally understand if you choose to not reciprocate my affection for you and would like to part ways in the futu-âÂ
You cut him off with a sharp âYes!â sniffling as he gazes at you worriedly. âS-sorryâŠâ You whisper as more tears fall. âI just canât comprehend why you would choose meâŠâ You continue as you bury your face into your hands. Jia Qiu gently nudges you down onto his bed until the flat of your back hits the mattress. The man gently pries your hands away from your face as he peppers kisses onto your tear stained cheeks.Â
âDonât worryâŠiâll convince that empty little head of yours.â Jia Qiu whispers as he presses his lips gently onto yours, one hand cupping your cheek as another steadies him above you. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you up and onto his lap, not breaking the kiss.Â
Pulling apart, you are sure that your hair is disheveled and your face is red but honestly, you couldnât care less. Snuggling up closer to him, you bury your face into the layers of his clothing as he wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing mindless shapes soothingly as you shake with emotion. He eyes the boxes stacked high on his desk and reluctantly detaches himself from you. You look up at him questioningly but he just strides over and picks up a box from the desk, setting it down beside him.Â
âHave you opened any of them?â Jia Qiu asks and you nod. Youâve opened all of them, hell, even read through the letters. You were too afraid to try on any of the jewelry or clothes Jia Qiu had bought in fear of breaking them. Opening the box, Jia Qiu took out a simple gold ring. The piece of jewelry looked small in between Jia Qiuâs thumb and index finger as it shimmered with a gentle glow.Â
You place your hand in his open one and he gingerly slides it onto your middle finger before pressing a kiss to each knuckle lovingly, making you giggle. He then produces a similar ring and hands it to you. You quickly catch on as you shakily slide the ring onto his middle finger too and he makes a sound akin to a cat purring that makes your chest bloom with warmth. Â
âI love you.â Jia Qiu whispers as he laces his fingers with yours, his whole hand covering your smaller one. âI will search the whole city if it means finding you again.â The confession makes the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings harder and you respond with a kiss, shutting your eyes as you feel Jia Qiu bring you down onto the bed with him, a steady hand on your lap as you barrage him with endless kisses.Â
Jia Qiu chose you. He will always choose you.Â
In the end, you decide to stay the night with him, his embrace like a warm, weighted blanket on your body. You felt secure, safe and most of all, loved.
AAA IF requests are open could you do head canons for wei getting lots of praise by the reader? He needs encouragementtt with all the times he puts himself down :(
ââŠLimbus Company | Wei x Gn!Reader | Spoilers for Spring Cultivation!âŠâ
Every word of praise that Wei receives from you makes his day. Every single one.
Depending on how often you praise him, he can live off the high he gets from it for a week or even a month. He'll also still remember your praises word for word years after you say them. Decades after, even.
He's that starved for praise and affirmations. It's also often that whenever he does something he thinks is impressive, no matter how small or big, he'll come to you in hopes that you'll praise him once more.
If you do, he'll undoubtedly be the happiest man in the City.
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