Ngl about my Kinich fics, I have a draft on a childhood friends to lovers troupe. It was like Kinich is your knight in shining armour and you're just there? But you two got separated when he moved to the mountains, then reunited years later? Reader yearning for him since reader uses mora to see Kinich??? does that make sense?? cause he is the type to charge for things even if it's the smallest thing.
this fic definitely has angst because we should NOT be romanticising yearning (it's painful and dangerous okay) 😢✋️
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I kind of want to write a fic for Mitya, cause he is absolutely adorable!!!
I have a job interview tmr and I really hope I don't stay a chud because I need them funds 😭 (for next year). Things will get busy, hopefully I do land thag job because I'm that desperate for one (job market so ass).
sypnosis: Your parents hired a bodyguard, which you do not need. His presence has this calming effect on you which you don't know why!
tags: NSFW, MDNI, politician daughter reader x bodyguard valeriy, you were mean to him at first, valeriy is a softy, teucer cameo, tsarista mentioned, smut, p in v, first time, vanilla, fingering, dry humping, kissing, marriage mentioned, match making and caring parents
wc: 4k (i went overboard)
To our dearest daughter,
In the midst of the cold air in Snezhnaya, a letter was issued to your doorstep. You were having your warm cup of tea, after all, it was cold weather today. You took a sharp glance at the letter; the wax emblem had your family stamp. You groaned, asking your personal helper to read it.
We are pleased to hear you are doing well after these past years. To cut to the chase, we have decided to hire a bodyguard for your safety. Your bodyguard should be arriving by the time you read this letter.
Love you always,
Your Papa and Mama.
The cup hit the saucer with a dull, violent thud that instantly turned into a high-pitched shatter. Porcelain cracked outward, and the remaining hot tea hissed as it rushed into the fresh cracks, staining your hand. A maid rushed to clean your hand, wiping your delicate skin with a soft cotton handkerchief.
You were greeted by an unfamiliar man. He was tall and muscular. No doubt he was the bodyguard your parents had hired. His lips were drawn into a thin, straight line. His eyes were glassy and unblinking, like a polished stone.
"I am Valeriy, the bodyguard your parents hired." He says, bowing down on his knees.
"I do not need your protection." You scoffed, eyes darting away from the man.
He stands, his figure hovering yours though he was a few steps away. "I only take orders from your parents. It is my duty to protect you from danger." His reply was flat and unyielding.
"Whatever." You got up from your seat, walking past him dismissively as you spoke tediously.
"Just stay out of my way," you added, not sparing a glance.
Valeriy did not take your word. The next day, you were having breakfast. The hearty meal on your tiny desk as you sat comfortably on your bed. As expected from your chef, the greatest cook in Snezhnaya, made your favourite. You tried to ignore the elephant in the room, Valeriy who was standing beside your bed, watching you with his arms cross.
You grabbed your fork, seconds away from taking a huge bite. Only for it to be stop by the man your parents hired.
You inhaled, trying not to lash out. "Shouldn't you be training?" You knew he was part of the Fatui, they train all the time.
"It is best I stay by your side at all times," he replied and yanked the fork out of your hand.
"Hey! What'd you do that for?" You yelled, trying to take the fork back.
"Checking for poison. Who knows your chef was a hired hit man." He answers after taking the first bite.
"No poison detected. You can eat." He added.
You groaned, your mood was ruined as the fork was filthy. You had no choice but to use the spoon.
A man standing next to you at every corner of the manor watching you. He blocks you from talking to maids, he checks the guards at the gate, he taste any trace of poison from every meal you had or drinks you taste.
Born into a world of politics where your parents had strong beliefs, known for their notorious speeches and duties. Hit men and assassins were a common routine in your life. You were once kidnapped. It happened so fast you couldn't register it. One second you were playing snow with your peers, the next you were captured in a cabin. Another time when you were poisoned after ingesting a cup of fire water at a restaurant with your parents. The few times you were in danger, that gave your parents a decision to keep you safe. Locked away in the vacation house by the far west of Morepesok, covered by mountains of snow.
Strange was the word you could say when your parents suddenly decided to hire a bodyguard from the Fatui. You've never comprehend your parents' political power in the nation. They always shut you away.
Years in seclusion, only surrounded by your parents' selection of people. You're fine on your own. Your education was exceptional, hired the best tutors of all of Teyvat. Your hand crafting skills were remarkable, you could carpenter furniture. You tend to the plants in your garden from time to time, you play with your pets and take them to walks around the manor.
You tried to argue that you need to learn how to fight, to defend yourself against harmful people but your parents had insisted you don't get your hands dirty.
The aide you grew up with, Vera, was away by the time Valeriy arrived. Talk about unfortunate timing. You could've used Vera as your shield.
"What is even your purpose here? I am safe at home." You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
Valeriy stood by your bedside table, watching the way you spun around your large bed. "To protect you," he answered.
You sit up, looking at the man for the first time under the soft lighting of your lamp. His eyes were gentle, his pale skin reflected the small glimmer of light.
"I'm well protected here. I have Vera and the others." You said.
"I'm well aware about them, but your parents ordered extra protection from me." Valeriy said, his body not moving an inch while his eyes were glued to you.
"Why?"
Valeriy sighs. "Confidential."
"Then, would you tell me about yourself?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Realising that you never really knew about this man.
"I'm just a bodyguard your parents hired." Valeriy said, his arms still behind his back.
"True, but is there anything else? You literally know my whole story since my parents told you everything."
"I'm a Captain in the Fatui."
"Why aren't you at the base?" You asked.
"Your parents asked for a bodyguard, and the Major in charge chose me."
You watched the man before you standing still, guarding the bed. It was a quiet night, the manor was peaceful. The air was cold but the Kresnik Torch kept the room warm enough.
"I'm having guests tomorrow. Could you please don't scare them?" You asked the man softly.
The guests were your two favourite celebrities in Snezhnaya: Odette and Vodyanitsa. You've been inviting both performers to your home for years, since they started their career. Of course everything is sponsored by you, you have the Mora.
Valeriy knew this was against the rules your parents set, but knowing how you were trap in your own home, he decides to let it through.
"Fine."
"Thank you, Valeriy."
Valeriy's eyes widen for a moment. He looks away from you, humming to your response.
"Vodyanitsa! Odette! I'm so glad you came here safely." You greeted the girls.
"Thank you for the invitation! Your manor was as lovely as always." Vodyanitsa smiled as she wandered around the halls.
Odette was scanned around the hallway, noticing the change. "What happened to Vera? Why is there a Fatui solder here?" She asked.
You glanced at Valeriy. "Vera is always right now. He's a bodyguard my parents hired. Don't worry, he won't be with us."
The girls nodded. You escorted them to your tea room, where all kinds of pastries, desserts, and bakes you could imagine. Your chef was exceptional.
"So, what's the tea?" You exclaimed, excited to hear the city's latest news and gossips.
Vodyanitsa grinned like she has the receipts. "Let me introduce you to…".
Valeriy stood behind the closed door, he agreed not to interrupt your little gossip session with the ladies, as per your request this morning.
"He could've just stay away? The hell is in his head."
"Why would she be in love with her own brother?"
"His cheating excuses are so bad. Love is blinding you after all."
Valeriy couldn't ignore how passionate you are during your lady's discussion. The laughs and giggled echoed through the hallway he's standing. He listened to your so called recreation scene with both ladies to emphasise how the gossip happened.
His jaw clenched as time goes by. He stands firmly on his ground, folding his arms as the muffled voices coming behind him continue.
The doors flew open, the two celebrities hugged you goodbye. You frowned as your helpers escorted them to the entrance.
"I will miss you two. I'll try to come by!" You said, waving your hand at them.
The two ladies glanced at Valeriy before giving each other a look. They smiled, waving back to you as the distance between you grew.
"You're actually not bad," you looked up at the tall man beside you.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"Just that you're much nicer." You smiled at him.
Valeriy paused, then clears his throat as he answers. "It's time for your dinner, milady."
He followed behind you to the dining room. It was just you and him. Your chef has cooked another feast, way too much for you.
"Sit," you said firmly.
Valeriy raised a brow. "Pardon me?"
"Sit," you said again, but this time pointing your index finger at the empty plate across you.
Valeriy sat down, his build was slightly too big but it is comfortable enough. You sat down on your designated chair.
"Since you're always by my side, I realised you should at least dine with me." You spoke, holding up a glass of warm chamomile tea.
"I assure you this isn't—"
"What my parents said. I'm very sure my parents didn't say that you can dine with me." You interrupted his words then grabbed a bite of the juicy sweet madame.
Valeriy couldn't argue. Your parents specified protection. He has to follow that.
By bedtime, you told him that he could rest by your sofa. You even prepared pillows and a very large blanket.
"It's just a way to say thank you…" You looked away from him as you walked fast towards your bed, which was far across the sofa Valeriy would rest on.
"Goodnight!" You exclaimed and covered the blankets over.
Valeriy sits on the soft cushions, his eyes never leaving your form. He recalled the recent events when you began opening up to him. The moment you started treating him nicer than the first few weeks you treated him: the soft smiles you give, the little treats you shared, the harvest you showed him while you showed off your gardening skills, the large doghouse you built for your huskies.
There were many moments he could list. Oh but the guilt of breaking your parents' conditions, which was bringing guests in. People outside of your manor was highly prohibited, and he enabled you. He hopes your parents are too busy to find out.
Your parents were actually planning to hopefully pair you with Valeriy. A Major recommended their subordinate, a Captain in the Fatui. Soon, your parents requested an interview with him upon seeing his profile.
Valeriy walks into the room. Your parents watched him like a hawk as they circled around him, checking him out.
"You look good," your mother said.
"A captain of a troop is strong and diligent. What is most important to you?" Your father asked as he sat across him.
"Punctuality." Valeriy answered immediately.
"He's the strict type," your mother whispered to your father's ear.
"You understand what is a bodyguard, hmm?" Your father crossed his arms as he leaned back on his chair.
"Yes, sir." Valeriy nods.
"Good."
"You will need to protect our daughter at all cost. No guests, no poison, do not let her step outside at any circumstances, and do not let a fly hurt her."
Valeriy agreed in a heartbeat. He can strengthen and improve his skills during this time. He was in line for a promotion to be a Major of the Grenadiers line.
Your father began his story telling time, happily reminiscing your childhood and your wonderful personality. "She was an angel." He smiles.
"We spoiled her too much, but we taught her how to be humble. We wanted her to have the best. You seem like a perfect pair for her." Your mother said, gazing at Valeriy.
"It's fine if you don't want to take this. It's too much but we're afraid if she comes out, she would be dead in a second!" Your father crossed his arms, his expression worsen as he imagined loosing his precious daughter.
"Sweetheart, he accepted the offer." Your mother reminded.
"Shush, let me grief for my daughter's youth before her marriage with this man." Your father dramatically fanned himself.
Valeriy watched the two famous politicians act in a way that wasn't shown in public. This was a new side your parents brought up unknowingly.
He initially thought this job was to become a bodyguard, to shield and protect you from danger. He didn't know marriage was part of it.
"Is the marriage part compulsory?" He asked.
"Don't worry, if she scares you, you can just be her bodyguard. We can try to find another suitor." Your mother reassures.
"Noted," he nodded.
As he spent more time with you, he couldn't help but relax. Like being with you was easy, calming, in a way he could get a goodnight rest. Valeriy watched over your sleeping figure. He couldn't help but wondered how you survived living inside for years.
Maybe he could propose a change?
"A trip to Morepesok?" You were stunned at Valeriy's suggestion at breakfast.
"It's far from Snezhnograd, no one would recognise you. I'll make sure to protect you, like always." Valeriy continued, his voice remained indifferent as he took another sip.
"I… Thank you. We can do that." You nodded, your chest swells from the kind gesture.
You were excited. This is your first trip outside of home, without any restrictions. Of course you had to wear a stupid hood to cover up just in case.
You had assigned a carriage, horses dressed in warm and comfortable garments were ready by the gates. You always treated your horses with care. You sat inside the carriage facing Valeriy. He looked around by the window then tell the coachman to start.
The first few minutes were quiet. Pure silence between two people in the carriage. Valeriy watched you admire the view. Beautiful, he thought. He coughed, clearing his throat realising what he just said (in his mind).
"Valeriy?" Your voice wasn't this alluring before. Was it from the warm honey tea you had this morning?
"Nothing, milady." He shrugged.
"I'm really grateful for this." You started, fidgeting your fingers while you looked at him. "And I'm sorry for being mean. You looked intimidating, not in bad way."
"It is my duty to protect you." He says.
"I should thank you for that. To be frank, I've never felt this safe. Especially with you around."
Valeriy paused, his chest was beating fast despite the calm atmosphere between you. "It's my honour." Heat was rising towards his skin, emitting off his cheeks.
The horses neigh in arrival. Valeriy quickly got out of the carriage, trying not to give away his flustered expression. He escorted you out of the carriage, making sure the hood covers your face.
Morepesok was amazing. Everyone was lively and friendly. The children were throwing snowballs at each other while giggling. A young boy with ginger hair was running around with his friends, he was running towards your direction and using you as his shield.
The boy was laughing, his hands were gripping onto your dress. "You can't tag me! I have this lady as my shield."
"That's not fair Teucer!" His friends whines.
"Blegh!"
Then the boy named Teucer sprinted away after seeing his friends were a bit distracted. You chuckled at his silliness.
"Are you okay?" Valeriy asked.
"I'm fine. It's been a while since I've been a place this lively." You answered, recalling this moment you had a few years ago when you were a child, before the kidnapping part.
Your eyes sparkled as you saw a market nearby. You tugged onto his sleeve. "A market! Look!" You exclaimed, skipping towards one of the fruit stalls. You admired the fresh, juicy fruits displayed.
"Hello young lady, would you like to try our apples?" A middle aged man smiles, offering a sample of an apple slice.
Valeriy immediately took one, tasting whether it had poison. "Safe," he says.
"Your boyfriend here sure cares a lot about your safety." The man commented.
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend. Just a bodyguard." You chuckled.
"My apologies for assuming. Here, two apples for you. Freshly picked." The man gave each of you an apple.
"Thank you!" You smiled as Valeriy paid the man.
As you walked deeper into the market, you two stumbled upon the residential area of Morepesok. There was a house by the ice lake where a granny was sitting with a large, fluffy bear.
"What a cute bear," you watched the bear waves its large paw at you.
As you walked deeper, you encountered at the bay of Morepesok. You looked at Valeriy who was indifferent, you rubbed your hands together for a bit of heat. You wanted to stay a bit longer, with him.
"This is so much fun. Thank you for this, Valeriy. I really mean it." You inhaled the cold air while watching the horizon with him.
"It was nice to see you like this, milady." Valeriy said, his eyebrows relaxed with a small curl on his lips.
"You smiled!" You exclaimed. "Oh my Archons, this is a first."
Valeriy's ears redden as he looks away shyly. "I did not."
"Hmm yeah right. You should smile more, reminds me of the cute bear we saw." You commented casually, then admired the beautiful sunset.
"Let's head back," Valeriy says.
When you got into the carriage, you gestured Valeriy to sit beside you. He hesitates, "Are you sure?"
"Of course. We're good friends." You said, giving him an assured grin.
He sits beside you. You could smell his cologne, clean sandalwood with a hint of vanilla. You wanted to say something but you don't have the courage to do so. It was pure crickets and horse galloping. You stared outside by the window, watching the snow outside. You sneak another peek at him, watching his handsome features.
"Valeriy."
"Yes?" He looks at you.
"Are you betrothed?"
He blinks. "No." His voice was soft.
"Are you seeing someone?" You asked, leaning closer to the man.
He didn't budge. A glint ignited in his dark purple eyes.
"No."
You placed your hand on his shoulder, where the fur is. You glanced at his eyes, then down to his lips. "May I?" You whispered.
Valeriy's breath shudders, his left hand gently caress your face, brushing your hair away. "Yes, please." It was tender, his slightly chapped lips meets yours. For a brief moment, it felt like ecstasy.
You let go, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"
Valeriy kissed you again. You melted, shoulders relaxing as you kissed him back. It was addicting, like the tea you always loved.
He carried you effortlessly and gently placed you on his lap, while his thumb carefully feel your skin as his lips danced with yours. Your arms looped around his neck as you titled your head to deepen the kiss.
You arch under his careful touch. His hands feel so big, so steady on your skin, like he’s holding you in place with nothing but devotion.
"Fuck..." Valeriy muttered, his hands were gripping your hips. "Needy girl." He guides your hips to grind on his crotch while he lifted your dress to your waist.
Your hands are on his chest to keep you steady but your thighs were trembling and shaking so hard whenever you hump against his crotch. Sweat was forming, dripping down your skin. You could feel yourself soaking down there. He could feel his cock throbbed.
"Just keep going… Mhm, just like that." He whispers. He watched your thigh shake while your wetness dripped down, soaking his pants.
You tug at his shirt, rocking your hips, feeling the way your arousal is soaking through your underwear. You wonder if he can feel how wet you are for him, if there’s a damp spot forming on the front of his pants from you desperately dry humping his clothed cock.
"Ah!" You yelped as the carriage caught a plot hole in the snow. Your clothed cunt went straight to his throbbing cock, earning a grunt from him.
His hands were tightly holding into your hips. His patience was running thin. His hand slowly dips between your body, reaching to the hem of your lace panties, pulling them down to your thighs, just enough to expose you to the cold air.
You gasped at the exposure, feeling the pads of his thick fingers finding your clit. He starts drawing circles, tilting his head to watch his movement while eliciting your pretty expression.
"Is this good?" He asked hoarsely, his forehead pressing against yours. Sweat dripping from his temple, his fingers begun swirling around the bud.
"Yes! Oh, Mmh! Valeriy," You breathed out.
You moaned his name when he sinks two fingers inside. He grunts, capturing your lips again as you whimper. You rolled your hips greedily against his hand, which he fills you to his knuckles. His long, thick fingers never felt this big inside, the tip of his fingers rubbing onto your g-spot. He drags his fingers across all the right places inside of you, curling them against spots that make you see stars.
The overload sensations made you feel like you're ascending. The pleasure coiling in in your lower stomach.
"I'm taking good care of you, am I, milady?" He groans at the way you clenched around his fingers.
You nodded, couldn't find the energy to voice out. The unfamiliar tightness is building up, you tried to warn Valeriy but he began thrusting his fingers even harder.
"F-fuck! Valeriy.." You gasped, coming undone on his fingers.
Not wasting another second, you pull his belt out of the loops and toss it aside. He didn't stop you, which means he also wanted this. You unbutton and unzip his slacks, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring out.
The size of him is immediately intimidating, but you ignore it and take the base of him in your palm.
"Want it," you said.
"Okay," he agrees, voice thick with arousal. He pulls your hand off of him, tugging you to the very edge of the counter by your thighs and lining himself up with your cunt.
You’re both panting, watching closely as he nudges your folds with the thick head of his cock. You bite into your lip to conceal a whimper.
You gasp together when his tip pushes inside you. Even just this much causes a small ache to start emerging, but even that slight pain is the most pleasant thing you’ve ever felt. He slowly pushes his length inside until everything's in.
"You okay?" He asked, watching your tensed expression.
"Yeah," you nodded.
Slowly, he starts pulling back then pushing it all in, increasing the speed. You held onto his shoulders, arching your back to accommodate him as he fucks you with everything he has. His hips slam against yours with enough force to bruise, and you just sputter out incomprehensible pleas for more. You squeeze and gush around him, making him groan your name.
"So fucking wet for me already." He growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. His voice was low, strained with lust. His cock hitting that perfect spot that made you drool.
At his command, you cry out and come undone around his cock. He keeps pumping inside of you for a few more strokes before pulling out with a groan, jerking himself off until he spills onto the front of your dress.
"Will my parents know this?" You asked him panting, catching your breath as he cleans you up with a cloth he had in his coat.
"Don't worry about it, milady. I've got it covered." He assured you with a small kiss in your cheek.
Over the next few days, you received a letter from your parents. This time you read it without anyone's help.
To our dearest daughter,
To cut chase, we are pleasantly surprised to find that you accepted Sir Valeriy's proposal! We thought you would throw a riot when he arrived at your door, announcing he was your bodyguard.
We wanted the best for you and after reviewing Sir Valeriy's letters, we decided that you are free to go around Snezhnaya (with his protection of course).
PS, Let us know when is the wedding so we could personally invite the Tsarista. wink wink
sypnosis: Your parents hired a bodyguard, which you do not need. His presence has this calming effect on you which you don't know why!
tags: NSFW, MDNI, politician daughter reader x bodyguard valeriy, you were mean to him at first, valeriy is a softy, teucer cameo, tsarista mentioned, smut, p in v, first time, vanilla, fingering, dry humping, kissing, marriage mentioned, match making and caring parents
wc: 4k (i went overboard)
To our dearest daughter,
In the midst of the cold air in Snezhnaya, a letter was issued to your doorstep. You were having your warm cup of tea, after all, it was cold weather today. You took a sharp glance at the letter; the wax emblem had your family stamp. You groaned, asking your personal helper to read it.
We are pleased to hear you are doing well after these past years. To cut to the chase, we have decided to hire a bodyguard for your safety. Your bodyguard should be arriving by the time you read this letter.
Love you always,
Your Papa and Mama.
The cup hit the saucer with a dull, violent thud that instantly turned into a high-pitched shatter. Porcelain cracked outward, and the remaining hot tea hissed as it rushed into the fresh cracks, staining your hand. A maid rushed to clean your hand, wiping your delicate skin with a soft cotton handkerchief.
You were greeted by an unfamiliar man. He was tall and muscular. No doubt he was the bodyguard your parents had hired. His lips were drawn into a thin, straight line. His eyes were glassy and unblinking, like a polished stone.
"I am Valeriy, the bodyguard your parents hired." He says, bowing down on his knees.
"I do not need your protection." You scoffed, eyes darting away from the man.
He stands, his figure hovering yours though he was a few steps away. "I only take orders from your parents. It is my duty to protect you from danger." His reply was flat and unyielding.
"Whatever." You got up from your seat, walking past him dismissively as you spoke tediously.
"Just stay out of my way," you added, not sparing a glance.
Valeriy did not take your word. The next day, you were having breakfast. The hearty meal on your tiny desk as you sat comfortably on your bed. As expected from your chef, the greatest cook in Snezhnaya, made your favourite. You tried to ignore the elephant in the room, Valeriy who was standing beside your bed, watching you with his arms cross.
You grabbed your fork, seconds away from taking a huge bite. Only for it to be stop by the man your parents hired.
You inhaled, trying not to lash out. "Shouldn't you be training?" You knew he was part of the Fatui, they train all the time.
"It is best I stay by your side at all times," he replied and yanked the fork out of your hand.
"Hey! What'd you do that for?" You yelled, trying to take the fork back.
"Checking for poison. Who knows your chef was a hired hit man." He answers after taking the first bite.
"No poison detected. You can eat." He added.
You groaned, your mood was ruined as the fork was filthy. You had no choice but to use the spoon.
A man standing next to you at every corner of the manor watching you. He blocks you from talking to maids, he checks the guards at the gate, he taste any trace of poison from every meal you had or drinks you taste.
Born into a world of politics where your parents had strong beliefs, known for their notorious speeches and duties. Hit men and assassins were a common routine in your life. You were once kidnapped. It happened so fast you couldn't register it. One second you were playing snow with your peers, the next you were captured in a cabin. Another time when you were poisoned after ingesting a cup of fire water at a restaurant with your parents. The few times you were in danger, that gave your parents a decision to keep you safe. Locked away in the vacation house by the far west of Morepesok, covered by mountains of snow.
Strange was the word you could say when your parents suddenly decided to hire a bodyguard from the Fatui. You've never comprehend your parents' political power in the nation. They always shut you away.
Years in seclusion, only surrounded by your parents' selection of people. You're fine on your own. Your education was exceptional, hired the best tutors of all of Teyvat. Your hand crafting skills were remarkable, you could carpenter furniture. You tend to the plants in your garden from time to time, you play with your pets and take them to walks around the manor.
You tried to argue that you need to learn how to fight, to defend yourself against harmful people but your parents had insisted you don't get your hands dirty.
The aide you grew up with, Vera, was away by the time Valeriy arrived. Talk about unfortunate timing. You could've used Vera as your shield.
"What is even your purpose here? I am safe at home." You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
Valeriy stood by your bedside table, watching the way you spun around your large bed. "To protect you," he answered.
You sit up, looking at the man for the first time under the soft lighting of your lamp. His eyes were gentle, his pale skin reflected the small glimmer of light.
"I'm well protected here. I have Vera and the others." You said.
"I'm well aware about them, but your parents ordered extra protection from me." Valeriy said, his body not moving an inch while his eyes were glued to you.
"Why?"
Valeriy sighs. "Confidential."
"Then, would you tell me about yourself?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Realising that you never really knew about this man.
"I'm just a bodyguard your parents hired." Valeriy said, his arms still behind his back.
"True, but is there anything else? You literally know my whole story since my parents told you everything."
"I'm a Captain in the Fatui."
"Why aren't you at the base?" You asked.
"Your parents asked for a bodyguard, and the Major in charge chose me."
You watched the man before you standing still, guarding the bed. It was a quiet night, the manor was peaceful. The air was cold but the Kresnik Torch kept the room warm enough.
"I'm having guests tomorrow. Could you please don't scare them?" You asked the man softly.
The guests were your two favourite celebrities in Snezhnaya: Odette and Vodyanitsa. You've been inviting both performers to your home for years, since they started their career. Of course everything is sponsored by you, you have the Mora.
Valeriy knew this was against the rules your parents set, but knowing how you were trap in your own home, he decides to let it through.
"Fine."
"Thank you, Valeriy."
Valeriy's eyes widen for a moment. He looks away from you, humming to your response.
"Vodyanitsa! Odette! I'm so glad you came here safely." You greeted the girls.
"Thank you for the invitation! Your manor was as lovely as always." Vodyanitsa smiled as she wandered around the halls.
Odette was scanned around the hallway, noticing the change. "What happened to Vera? Why is there a Fatui solder here?" She asked.
You glanced at Valeriy. "Vera is always right now. He's a bodyguard my parents hired. Don't worry, he won't be with us."
The girls nodded. You escorted them to your tea room, where all kinds of pastries, desserts, and bakes you could imagine. Your chef was exceptional.
"So, what's the tea?" You exclaimed, excited to hear the city's latest news and gossips.
Vodyanitsa grinned like she has the receipts. "Let me introduce you to…".
Valeriy stood behind the closed door, he agreed not to interrupt your little gossip session with the ladies, as per your request this morning.
"He could've just stay away? The hell is in his head."
"Why would she be in love with her own brother?"
"His cheating excuses are so bad. Love is blinding you after all."
Valeriy couldn't ignore how passionate you are during your lady's discussion. The laughs and giggled echoed through the hallway he's standing. He listened to your so called recreation scene with both ladies to emphasise how the gossip happened.
His jaw clenched as time goes by. He stands firmly on his ground, folding his arms as the muffled voices coming behind him continue.
The doors flew open, the two celebrities hugged you goodbye. You frowned as your helpers escorted them to the entrance.
"I will miss you two. I'll try to come by!" You said, waving your hand at them.
The two ladies glanced at Valeriy before giving each other a look. They smiled, waving back to you as the distance between you grew.
"You're actually not bad," you looked up at the tall man beside you.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"Just that you're much nicer." You smiled at him.
Valeriy paused, then clears his throat as he answers. "It's time for your dinner, milady."
He followed behind you to the dining room. It was just you and him. Your chef has cooked another feast, way too much for you.
"Sit," you said firmly.
Valeriy raised a brow. "Pardon me?"
"Sit," you said again, but this time pointing your index finger at the empty plate across you.
Valeriy sat down, his build was slightly too big but it is comfortable enough. You sat down on your designated chair.
"Since you're always by my side, I realised you should at least dine with me." You spoke, holding up a glass of warm chamomile tea.
"I assure you this isn't—"
"What my parents said. I'm very sure my parents didn't say that you can dine with me." You interrupted his words then grabbed a bite of the juicy sweet madame.
Valeriy couldn't argue. Your parents specified protection. He has to follow that.
By bedtime, you told him that he could rest by your sofa. You even prepared pillows and a very large blanket.
"It's just a way to say thank you…" You looked away from him as you walked fast towards your bed, which was far across the sofa Valeriy would rest on.
"Goodnight!" You exclaimed and covered the blankets over.
Valeriy sits on the soft cushions, his eyes never leaving your form. He recalled the recent events when you began opening up to him. The moment you started treating him nicer than the first few weeks you treated him: the soft smiles you give, the little treats you shared, the harvest you showed him while you showed off your gardening skills, the large doghouse you built for your huskies.
There were many moments he could list. Oh but the guilt of breaking your parents' conditions, which was bringing guests in. People outside of your manor was highly prohibited, and he enabled you. He hopes your parents are too busy to find out.
Your parents were actually planning to hopefully pair you with Valeriy. A Major recommended their subordinate, a Captain in the Fatui. Soon, your parents requested an interview with him upon seeing his profile.
Valeriy walks into the room. Your parents watched him like a hawk as they circled around him, checking him out.
"You look good," your mother said.
"A captain of a troop is strong and diligent. What is most important to you?" Your father asked as he sat across him.
"Punctuality." Valeriy answered immediately.
"He's the strict type," your mother whispered to your father's ear.
"You understand what is a bodyguard, hmm?" Your father crossed his arms as he leaned back on his chair.
"Yes, sir." Valeriy nods.
"Good."
"You will need to protect our daughter at all cost. No guests, no poison, do not let her step outside at any circumstances, and do not let a fly hurt her."
Valeriy agreed in a heartbeat. He can strengthen and improve his skills during this time. He was in line for a promotion to be a Major of the Grenadiers line.
Your father began his story telling time, happily reminiscing your childhood and your wonderful personality. "She was an angel." He smiles.
"We spoiled her too much, but we taught her how to be humble. We wanted her to have the best. You seem like a perfect pair for her." Your mother said, gazing at Valeriy.
"It's fine if you don't want to take this. It's too much but we're afraid if she comes out, she would be dead in a second!" Your father crossed his arms, his expression worsen as he imagined loosing his precious daughter.
"Sweetheart, he accepted the offer." Your mother reminded.
"Shush, let me grief for my daughter's youth before her marriage with this man." Your father dramatically fanned himself.
Valeriy watched the two famous politicians act in a way that wasn't shown in public. This was a new side your parents brought up unknowingly.
He initially thought this job was to become a bodyguard, to shield and protect you from danger. He didn't know marriage was part of it.
"Is the marriage part compulsory?" He asked.
"Don't worry, if she scares you, you can just be her bodyguard. We can try to find another suitor." Your mother reassures.
"Noted," he nodded.
As he spent more time with you, he couldn't help but relax. Like being with you was easy, calming, in a way he could get a goodnight rest. Valeriy watched over your sleeping figure. He couldn't help but wondered how you survived living inside for years.
Maybe he could propose a change?
"A trip to Morepesok?" You were stunned at Valeriy's suggestion at breakfast.
"It's far from Snezhnograd, no one would recognise you. I'll make sure to protect you, like always." Valeriy continued, his voice remained indifferent as he took another sip.
"I… Thank you. We can do that." You nodded, your chest swells from the kind gesture.
You were excited. This is your first trip outside of home, without any restrictions. Of course you had to wear a stupid hood to cover up just in case.
You had assigned a carriage, horses dressed in warm and comfortable garments were ready by the gates. You always treated your horses with care. You sat inside the carriage facing Valeriy. He looked around by the window then tell the coachman to start.
The first few minutes were quiet. Pure silence between two people in the carriage. Valeriy watched you admire the view. Beautiful, he thought. He coughed, clearing his throat realising what he just said (in his mind).
"Valeriy?" Your voice wasn't this alluring before. Was it from the warm honey tea you had this morning?
"Nothing, milady." He shrugged.
"I'm really grateful for this." You started, fidgeting your fingers while you looked at him. "And I'm sorry for being mean. You looked intimidating, not in bad way."
"It is my duty to protect you." He says.
"I should thank you for that. To be frank, I've never felt this safe. Especially with you around."
Valeriy paused, his chest was beating fast despite the calm atmosphere between you. "It's my honour." Heat was rising towards his skin, emitting off his cheeks.
The horses neigh in arrival. Valeriy quickly got out of the carriage, trying not to give away his flustered expression. He escorted you out of the carriage, making sure the hood covers your face.
Morepesok was amazing. Everyone was lively and friendly. The children were throwing snowballs at each other while giggling. A young boy with ginger hair was running around with his friends, he was running towards your direction and using you as his shield.
The boy was laughing, his hands were gripping onto your dress. "You can't tag me! I have this lady as my shield."
"That's not fair Teucer!" His friends whines.
"Blegh!"
Then the boy named Teucer sprinted away after seeing his friends were a bit distracted. You chuckled at his silliness.
"Are you okay?" Valeriy asked.
"I'm fine. It's been a while since I've been a place this lively." You answered, recalling this moment you had a few years ago when you were a child, before the kidnapping part.
Your eyes sparkled as you saw a market nearby. You tugged onto his sleeve. "A market! Look!" You exclaimed, skipping towards one of the fruit stalls. You admired the fresh, juicy fruits displayed.
"Hello young lady, would you like to try our apples?" A middle aged man smiles, offering a sample of an apple slice.
Valeriy immediately took one, tasting whether it had poison. "Safe," he says.
"Your boyfriend here sure cares a lot about your safety." The man commented.
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend. Just a bodyguard." You chuckled.
"My apologies for assuming. Here, two apples for you. Freshly picked." The man gave each of you an apple.
"Thank you!" You smiled as Valeriy paid the man.
As you walked deeper into the market, you two stumbled upon the residential area of Morepesok. There was a house by the ice lake where a granny was sitting with a large, fluffy bear.
"What a cute bear," you watched the bear waves its large paw at you.
As you walked deeper, you encountered at the bay of Morepesok. You looked at Valeriy who was indifferent, you rubbed your hands together for a bit of heat. You wanted to stay a bit longer, with him.
"This is so much fun. Thank you for this, Valeriy. I really mean it." You inhaled the cold air while watching the horizon with him.
"It was nice to see you like this, milady." Valeriy said, his eyebrows relaxed with a small curl on his lips.
"You smiled!" You exclaimed. "Oh my Archons, this is a first."
Valeriy's ears redden as he looks away shyly. "I did not."
"Hmm yeah right. You should smile more, reminds me of the cute bear we saw." You commented casually, then admired the beautiful sunset.
"Let's head back," Valeriy says.
When you got into the carriage, you gestured Valeriy to sit beside you. He hesitates, "Are you sure?"
"Of course. We're good friends." You said, giving him an assured grin.
He sits beside you. You could smell his cologne, clean sandalwood with a hint of vanilla. You wanted to say something but you don't have the courage to do so. It was pure crickets and horse galloping. You stared outside by the window, watching the snow outside. You sneak another peek at him, watching his handsome features.
"Valeriy."
"Yes?" He looks at you.
"Are you betrothed?"
He blinks. "No." His voice was soft.
"Are you seeing someone?" You asked, leaning closer to the man.
He didn't budge. A glint ignited in his dark purple eyes.
"No."
You placed your hand on his shoulder, where the fur is. You glanced at his eyes, then down to his lips. "May I?" You whispered.
Valeriy's breath shudders, his left hand gently caress your face, brushing your hair away. "Yes, please." It was tender, his slightly chapped lips meets yours. For a brief moment, it felt like ecstasy.
You let go, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"
Valeriy kissed you again. You melted, shoulders relaxing as you kissed him back. It was addicting, like the tea you always loved.
He carried you effortlessly and gently placed you on his lap, while his thumb carefully feel your skin as his lips danced with yours. Your arms looped around his neck as you titled your head to deepen the kiss.
You arch under his careful touch. His hands feel so big, so steady on your skin, like he’s holding you in place with nothing but devotion.
"Fuck..." Valeriy muttered, his hands were gripping your hips. "Needy girl." He guides your hips to grind on his crotch while he lifted your dress to your waist.
Your hands are on his chest to keep you steady but your thighs were trembling and shaking so hard whenever you hump against his crotch. Sweat was forming, dripping down your skin. You could feel yourself soaking down there. He could feel his cock throbbed.
"Just keep going… Mhm, just like that." He whispers. He watched your thigh shake while your wetness dripped down, soaking his pants.
You tug at his shirt, rocking your hips, feeling the way your arousal is soaking through your underwear. You wonder if he can feel how wet you are for him, if there’s a damp spot forming on the front of his pants from you desperately dry humping his clothed cock.
"Ah!" You yelped as the carriage caught a plot hole in the snow. Your clothed cunt went straight to his throbbing cock, earning a grunt from him.
His hands were tightly holding into your hips. His patience was running thin. His hand slowly dips between your body, reaching to the hem of your lace panties, pulling them down to your thighs, just enough to expose you to the cold air.
You gasped at the exposure, feeling the pads of his thick fingers finding your clit. He starts drawing circles, tilting his head to watch his movement while eliciting your pretty expression.
"Is this good?" He asked hoarsely, his forehead pressing against yours. Sweat dripping from his temple, his fingers begun swirling around the bud.
"Yes! Oh, Mmh! Valeriy," You breathed out.
You moaned his name when he sinks two fingers inside. He grunts, capturing your lips again as you whimper. You rolled your hips greedily against his hand, which he fills you to his knuckles. His long, thick fingers never felt this big inside, the tip of his fingers rubbing onto your g-spot. He drags his fingers across all the right places inside of you, curling them against spots that make you see stars.
The overload sensations made you feel like you're ascending. The pleasure coiling in in your lower stomach.
"I'm taking good care of you, am I, milady?" He groans at the way you clenched around his fingers.
You nodded, couldn't find the energy to voice out. The unfamiliar tightness is building up, you tried to warn Valeriy but he began thrusting his fingers even harder.
"F-fuck! Valeriy.." You gasped, coming undone on his fingers.
Not wasting another second, you pull his belt out of the loops and toss it aside. He didn't stop you, which means he also wanted this. You unbutton and unzip his slacks, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring out.
The size of him is immediately intimidating, but you ignore it and take the base of him in your palm.
"Want it," you said.
"Okay," he agrees, voice thick with arousal. He pulls your hand off of him, tugging you to the very edge of the counter by your thighs and lining himself up with your cunt.
You’re both panting, watching closely as he nudges your folds with the thick head of his cock. You bite into your lip to conceal a whimper.
You gasp together when his tip pushes inside you. Even just this much causes a small ache to start emerging, but even that slight pain is the most pleasant thing you’ve ever felt. He slowly pushes his length inside until everything's in.
"You okay?" He asked, watching your tensed expression.
"Yeah," you nodded.
Slowly, he starts pulling back then pushing it all in, increasing the speed. You held onto his shoulders, arching your back to accommodate him as he fucks you with everything he has. His hips slam against yours with enough force to bruise, and you just sputter out incomprehensible pleas for more. You squeeze and gush around him, making him groan your name.
"So fucking wet for me already." He growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. His voice was low, strained with lust. His cock hitting that perfect spot that made you drool.
At his command, you cry out and come undone around his cock. He keeps pumping inside of you for a few more strokes before pulling out with a groan, jerking himself off until he spills onto the front of your dress.
"Will my parents know this?" You asked him panting, catching your breath as he cleans you up with a cloth he had in his coat.
"Don't worry about it, milady. I've got it covered." He assured you with a small kiss in your cheek.
Over the next few days, you received a letter from your parents. This time you read it without anyone's help.
To our dearest daughter,
To cut chase, we are pleasantly surprised to find that you accepted Sir Valeriy's proposal! We thought you would throw a riot when he arrived at your door, announcing he was your bodyguard.
We wanted the best for you and after reviewing Sir Valeriy's letters, we decided that you are free to go around Snezhnaya (with his protection of course).
PS, Let us know when is the wedding so we could personally invite the Tsarista. wink wink
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sypnosis: Returning back to your childhood village and reuniting with Cyrene was part of the plan. You ran into Phainon into multiple occasions, so why not catch up with him?
note: Inspired by visual novel game The False Sun
tags: Phainon is a manipulator and a gaslighter, Phainon acts cute around you, Cyrene is your wing woman, you are clueless about Phainon? fluff, Castorice, Hyacine, Mydeimos, Anaxagoras mentioned
wc: 2.3k
Your mother tried reasoning with you for one last time. "Are you sure you want to go back to Aedes Elysiae? You can stay at Okhema with us." Her hand held your shoulder gently, her voice sparked with concern.
You replied firmly, "I'm sure. Cyrene invited me to her house this summer. I wouldn't miss it!"
With a single click, you booked a flight to Aedes Elysiae. A small village far away from the city, a place you spent your childhood. It was a peaceful place, surrounded by a large field of wheat. Thought it felt like eternity, your parents decided to move to Okhema to provide better opportunities for you (you couldn't blame them since the village doesn't have much to offer).
Recently you went in contact with Cyrene, you came across a familiar face on Eternal Page (social media equivalent) with the username PhiLia093. You checked on the profile, saw the display name Cyrene, and you knew it was one of your childhood friend at Aedes Elysiae.
You sent a quick message to her, hoping she would answer as you came to learn that she was a best selling author all over Amphoreus, it would made sense if she ignored your message since fans would message her.
You beamed in excitement when she replied a few days after, and that turned to months of catching up and talking about life in general. Overjoyed after reuniting with her after years of no contact.
Your summer break was coming up and you were chatting with Cyrene over the phone about your plans during the summer, which was nothing. Then Cyrene came up with an idea, she suggests that you can come over to her house at Aedes Elysiae for the summer.
Before her, you spent every summer over your parents' home as you moved away to Grove of Epiphany. Your roommates— Castorice and Hyacine— who made your time extraordinary.
After landing on the small airport, you looked around for a vehicle that matches Cyrene's description.
"Over here!" A cherry voice called out. You smiled as you spotted Cyrene. Her hair was a giveaway, the only person with shiny pink hair (other than Hyacine but she isn't around).
"Cyrene! Oh I miss you so much!" You exclaimed, embracing her into a warm hug.
Cyrene giggled and you already put your luggage in the trunk of her car. You sat beside her as she starts driving towards the village.
Time flies as you two chat along the way. Hours passed and you two arrived at her cozy home.
When you entered her house, an unfamiliar man was eating salad. You blinked and glanced over at Cyrene.
"Right, I forgot to tell you. Remember Phainon? This is Phainon." She said like she didn't missed out a crucial detail.
Phainon, a tall man with snowy white hair peeked at the entrance. His blue eyes widen as he saw you standing still. Phainon was also one of your childhood friends. He looks better than you expected.
Cyrene walked past you two to the kitchen, leaving you two at the foyer staring each other off. You gripped onto your luggage, not knowing what to say after seeing him.
"It's nice to see you again," he spoke.
You tried to speak but your voice betrayed you. You nodded, mouth slightly open.
Phainon smiled as he grabbed your luggage with one hand, like it wasn't heavy for him. "I'll carry this. You must've been tired from the flight." He said, carrying your luggage up the stairs.
You helped Cyrene out in the kitchen, setting up the plates and utensils as she wrapped up the dishes for dinner. You asked Cyrene a simple question; "What's Phainon doing here anyway?"
Cyrene laughed, "He comes over every summer. He studies at the same place as you, so I thought you would recognise him."
"Plus, he mentioned last summer that you two were classmates." She added.
Classmates? All the classes you have share a common denominator— Professor Anaxagoras— a sage who specialises in Chemistry and Philosophy, which are the courses you're taking. Castorice, your classmate in Philosophy while Hyacine is your TA in Chemistry.
Phainon is in both classes? How come you never know? You shrugged the thought off, maybe you could ask him later.
After dinner, Cyrene stated that she has to finish up a draft by tonight while Phainon was doing dishes and you were storing any leftovers.
"Hey Phainon, Cyrene told me that you also study at the Grove of Epiphany." You began, standing next to him as you placed the dishes into the sink.
"Yeah, I do. I take Chemistry and Philosophy, under Professor Anaxa." He replied as he rinsed off the plates.
"Me too! How come I've never seen you around?" You grabbed the wet plates to the dish rack.
"Maybe you didn't look hard enough? Professor Anaxa kept targeting me during lectures. I'm sure I'm quite well known." He chuckled.
"Hmm. I think it got too frequent I didn't pay attention?" You thought about it for a while. Probably you didn't pay attention during Professor Anaxagoras's lecture, which is all the time, though you always scored the highest.
"Are you staying for the night?" You asked.
Phainon thought for a while. "Nope. My parents still needs me."
You locked the door after waving Phainon goodbye. You turned around, seeing Cyrene grinning ear to ear at you.
"You left me alone with him!" You crossed your arms.
Cyrene smirked, enjoying this already. "You're still not over him! Just confess already. You two are literally made for each other."
You scoffed, "Hell no! A man had to take matters in his own hands. I'd rather fight Mydeimos than confess to him."
Cyrene could only sigh. "Yeah, whatever."
The next day, you decided to give yourself a tour around the village. It was still the same as you remembered. The warm breeze, children giggling and running around, vendors selling rice and fruits, and the morning sunshine over the beautiful sky.
"You're here!" Phainon greeted you when you passed by his house.
You waved back. "Morning Phainon."
Phainon was getting ready to help his parents out. You remembered years ago playing around the wheat field with him and Cyrene. He gathered up the tools into a cart before lifting them up easily.
You noticed how much he had grown. He definitely got bulky, growing muscles as his thick biceps tenses. He was just wearing a plain white t-shirt, rolled up sleeves, and a pair of trousers.
"Can I help out? It's been a while since I went to a wheat field." You suggested, hoping Phainon would agree.
Phainon chuckled, "Sure. Just don't procrastinate like last time."
It felt like ages. Slashing a sickle to collect wheat was not part of your buckle list this summer. You thought Phainon would at least have a combined harvester around the field.
When you asked him about one, he just laughed and said doing it traditionally is good training. Training for what?
You groaned, laying on the soft field of wheat, with your arms and legs spread out. Sweating under the scorching heat.
"Tired already?" Phainon says as he sat beside you. He looks over you with a soft smile on his face.
"Yeah," you replied, sitting up to face him.
"Do you remember the time we went swimming by the river when we were twelve?" Phainon suddenly asked.
You blinked. "No. What happened back then?" You tried to recall what Phainon had described but nothing came to mind.
"Our first kiss."
"There's no way we kissed." You immediately denied. You don't recall it.
Phainon frowned. "Really? I remember you kissed me first."
"When did I do that? That's way too romantic for a 12 year old." You scoffed, dismissing the topic.
Phainon gave away his signature puppy eyes. His eyes glowed, his lips puckered up, you can definitely see a fluffy white tail wagging behind him. You shifted away uncomfortably.
sypnosis: Your friend suddenly proposed a ridiculous idea and you comply without any questions. Somehow this fake dating act doesn't seem fake at all.
tags: fluff, Akihiko is being a cutie in this, Mitsuru is our wing woman, you are smart but oblivious when it comes to Akihiko
wc: 1.2k
You don't know what happened, but somehow you ended up in a contractual relationship. It didn't just happen all of the sudden, right?
That day, you were on your way to the shoe lockers. You had a clear schedule for the day this week and wanted to relax at the dorm. On your way there, the main lobby was crowded. Mostly girls grouped together, cornering a friend. That friend is Akihiko, a fellow member of SEES.
The girls bombarded him with questions, asking him about his boxing match or throwing praises at him as if he were a saint. They clustered together to take a closer look of his face.
Akihiko dodged and gave out vague answers as questions kept piling up. He scanned around the main lobby, hoping to see an escape. His eyes glowed when he sees your silhouette at the corner of the locker. Immediately, he walks towards you and ignored the girls.
"Do you want to walk home together?" He spoke casually, like it was just a normal Tuesday.
You closed your locker after putting on your shoes. You peeked behind him where the girls are currently staring at you both.
"Sure," you agreed quickly as if you read his mind.
He gave you an appreciated look— lifted eyebrows and a small smile, silently thanking you as he changed his shoes beside you. His shoe locker wasn't that far from yours, though you two were in different classes. As you two exited the school gate, you whispered to him with a playful tone. "Is this part of your escape plan?"
"Yeah, thank you for your help." He says.
As you were about to part ways at the station, Akihiko stops you. He rubs the back of his neck, hesitating for a few seconds.
"What's wrong?" You asked.
"Can we go to the strip mall for a sec? I have something to tell you," he continued.
The sky was clear that day.
You agreed, since you had nothing to do.
At the Iwatodai Strip Mall, two girls recognised Akihiko immediately. One of them started complimenting him about his boxing matches. The other was asking for a picture.
"Sorry, I don't do that." Akihiko said politely.
The two girls groaned, they insisted that they wouldn't post or share the picture.
"Sorry girls, we actually have somewhere to go." You stepped him and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the scene.
You looked behind, the girls had left. You sighed in relief, not realising you haven't released your grip on his arm. "Sorry," you let go.
"So," you started. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?" You put your hands behind your back, swinging your bag lightly.
"Let's… get in here," Akihiko said softly. He entered the ramen restaurant with you and brought you to a booth. The restaurant was packed, luckily it was filled with office workers and not students.
He ordered the Special Hagaruke Ramen while you have the regular one.
"Remember my foster parents?" He asked and you nodded.
You recalled a few months back, during your first year in Gekkoukan High School when you moved into the dorms with three unfamiliar faces. Two boys and one girl.
One of the boy, the one with white-ish hair has his parents (you presumed) helping him move in. The girl has movers helping her get furniture and her luggage. The other boy, he already finished settling in.
It was brief when you met his parents. Just a small introduction and the parents sending everyone a small gift which was really sweet.
"What's up with them?" You titled your head, confused on what he was going for.
He looks away for a bit, tugging on his sleeves. "They're coming over in a fortnight. They wanted to see how I'm doing and," he paused.
"Well, I have a stalker issue going on. I don't have my parents finding out."
You blinked.
"What? Why? How?" You exclaimed.
"A girl confessed to the a few days ago. Of course I rejected her, but it seems like she couldn't take it. She begun following me everywhere, acting like she knows me." He explained.
"Is she here now?" You asked, looking around the busy restaurant. He shook his head.
"Can you pretend to be my girlfriend? I promise I'll be good!" He half yelled, voice slightly cracking as his face flushes red.
"It's just, I don't have anyone to help me with this. I don't want to burden Kurosawa-san either." He looked away, shy from the proposal. "I don't really see Mitsuru helping me." He added.
"Oh." You said.
"Okay, I'll help." You agreed. He looked relieved.
The bowls of ramen has arrived. The ramen looks great today. After the meal, Akihiko began to talk.
"We should talk about our terms." He says.
"Yeah."
"Rule number one, no unnecessary PDA whenever we're alone. We need to put on a show in front of others." You said after thinking for a second.
"Does that include SEES?" He asked.
"We need to be convincing." You responded immediately.
"Rule number two, no meddling with each other's personal life." You continued. Akihiko looks at you lost.
"Outside of school life. I have some business to take care of," you explained.
"Right," he leans back on the booth.
"Rule number three, no kissing or hugging. Hand holding and shoulder touching is fine." You put up three fingers, listing them off like it was regulation.
"And lastly," you took a small breath. "Rule number four, no falling in love."
Akihiko hesitated a bit, then nodded. "Of course. We shouldn't be ruining our friendship."
The next day, you two walked side by side to school. In which already gathered some attention from others. They whispered amongst each other.
"Are they dating?"
"Why are they going in together?"
"I've never seen them walk to school together."
"They seem cute together, not gonna lie."
You took a deep breath. Just like how you rehearsed yesterday. You changed your shoes, walked up the stairs to your classroom with him. No holding hands... Yet.
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sypnosis: You do not need protection and he is not your knight in shining armour. Then why do you need his help every time?
note: art by srro_yo on twt
tags: fluff? you hate him at first, you're a politician's daughter, you teased him kinda? Valeriy is lowkey a softy in this might be ooc, Valeriy written pre 7.0, story taken place before Valeriy is a Major for the fatui
wc: 961 words
In the midst of the cold air in Snezhnaya, a letter was issued to your doorstep. You were having your warm cup of tea, after all, it was cold weather today. You took a sharp glance at the letter; the wax emblem had your family stamp. You groaned, asking your personal helper to read it.
To our dearest daughter,
We are pleased to hear you are doing well after these past years. To cut to the chase, we have decided to hire a bodyguard for your safety. Your bodyguard should be arriving by the time you read this letter.
Love you always,
Your Papa and Mama.
The cup hit the saucer with a dull, violent thud that instantly turned into a high-pitched shatter. Porcelain cracked outward, and the remaining hot tea hissed as it rushed into the fresh cracks, staining your hand. A maid rushed to clean your hand, wiping your delicate skin with a soft cotton handkerchief.
You were greeted by an unfamiliar man. He was tall and muscular. No doubt he was the bodyguard your parents had hired. His lips were drawn into a thin, straight line. His eyes were glassy and unblinking, like a polished stone.
"I am Valeriy, the bodyguard your parents hired." He says, bowing down on his knees.
"I do not need your protection," you said crossing your arms as you looked down on the man.
He stood up, his figure hovering yours though he was a few steps away. "I only take orders from your parents. It is my duty to protect you from any assassination attempts." His reply was flat and unyielding.
"Whatever. I'm staying in my manor for the time being." You got up from your seat, walking past him dismissively as you spoke tediously.
"Just stay out of my way," you added, not sparing a glance.
Valeriy did not take your word. You were having breakfast on bed, enjoying the delicious meal your chef had made. As you were about to dig in, Valeriy appeared out of thin air.
You blinked, staring at the man. "Shouldn't you be training elsewhere?"
"I was ordered to stay by your side at all times," he replied.
The large man began approaching you, grabbing the fork away from your hand as he took a bite. "Hey! What'd you do that for?" You yelled, yanking the fork off.
"Checking for poison. Who knows your chef was a hired hit man." He replied.
"No poison detected. You can eat." He added.
You groaned, your mood was ruined as the fork was filthy. You had no choice but to use the spoon.
It was strange. A man standing next to you at every corner of the manor watching you. He blocks you from talking to maids, he checks the guards at the gate, he taste any trace of poison from every meal you had or drinks you taste.
You craved for freedom, yearned to do anything however and whatever you liked. Born into a world of politics where your parents had strong beliefs, known for their notorious speeches and duties. Hit man and assassin were a common routine in your life. You were kidnapped as a child, which resulted you locked in one of your family's manor on the countryside. Then, you were poisoned somehow after ingesting a cup of fire water when you had a stressful day trying to escape.
"What is even your purpose here? I am safe at home." You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
Valeriy stood by your bedside table, watching the way you spun around your large bed. "To protect you," he answered.
You sit up, looking at the man for the first time under the soft lighting of your lamp. His eyes were gentle, his pale skin reflected the small glimmer of light.
"Valeriy, would you tell me about yourself?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Realising that you never really knew about this man.
"I'm just a bodyguard your parents hired." Valeriy said, looking down.
"True, but is there anything else? You literally know my whole story since my parents told you everything."
"I'm a Captain in the Fatui."
"Why aren't you at the base?" You asked.
"Your parents asked for a bodyguard, and the Major in charge chose me." Valeriy sighed.
You watched the man before you standing still, guarding the bed. It was a quiet night, the manor was peaceful. You hesitated, your hand already reaching out to his sleeve.
He hummed, feeling the slight nudge from his sleeve. "Yes, milady?" It was the first time he addressed you this way.
"Can we go to the market tomorrow?" Your voice was soft.
"But…" Valeriy paused. He recalled the conditions your parents had set when he got assigned. One of the rules were not letting you venture out of the manor.
Throughout the days where he observed you and your routine, he concluded that you had no sense of freedom. Trapped in cage, never flying out. Hours of lounging in the library, getting your hands dirty at the garden, spending hours at the ball room practicing dancing.
Maybe for this once?
"Fine, but you have to stick with me. At all times." You cheered when he agreed. Your eyes sparkled, a sudden burst of excitement flew through the roof as you wrapped your arms around him. Thanking him all over.
"Thank you, Valeriy! Really! This is a first!"
You couldn't hold your excitement when morning arrived. You were super ready. A long hood covering your head, concealing your identity. Valeriy couldn't hold back a tiny smile on his face, your excitement reminds him when he joined the Fatui.
"Come on! We're going to be late!" You grabbed his hand as you entered the carriage.
sypnosis: The friendly neighbourhood Spider Man, also known as Kinich Malipo, made a spell to make everyone forget who Kinich is. What happens after that?
note: Inspired by Spider Man Brand New Day! Events in No Way Home also mentioned. banner from shykpop <3
SPOILERS FOR BRAND NEW DAY! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
tags: angst, hurt no comfort, Kinich gets his heart broken, Kinich is Peter Parker while reader is MJ, Aether is Ned, Aether cuss, argument kinda? Citlali is Dr. Strange, the multiverse thing is replaced by Heavenly Principles/Phanes, Lumine mentioned briefly, reader is blunt, Ajaw doesn't exist here
wc: 2.6k
Just an hour left before your shift ends, you hummed as you organized the paper bags on the counter. A small cafe known for its doughnuts, just somewhere you could save up for an apartment. You got accepted into your dream university—Natlan Technological University—the top institute in all of Natlan, specializing in technology-related fields.
Your best friend, Aether, was sitting by the bar next to the counter where you stood. After serving up the last customer, you approached Aether to give him another chocolate glazed doughnut.
"To my fellow engineer," you giggled and Aether looks up at you puzzled.
"NTU, they're famous for their engineering programmes." You replied, taking a small sip of your coffee.
The bell from the entrance rang, signalling that a customer has arrived. You greeted the customer with your typical customer service smile by the counter.
A young man about your age. He was holding a piece of paper, which you presumed it was an essay. His appearance left a striking impression: messy mullet, dark green undertone dark hair with simple green and yellow peekaboo highlights. His eyes were unique: the pattern similarly to a reptile.
"Hi, my name is Kinich Malipo." He paused as he stared into your eyes with tears building up. "And I would like a cup of hot espresso."
You chuckled at the unusual interaction. "Sure, Kinich Malipo. One hot espresso coming right up."
You prepared his drink after he paid for it. You placed the hot cup on the pick up counter, calling his name.
"Kinich Malipo." You said once. No response.
"Kinich Malipo." You said again.
The man just stood there, looking at the direction where Aether sat. His eyes softened as he watched the other smiled at his phone.
He snapped out of it. "Ah, sorry." Kinich gave a small smile as he carefully picks up the cup.
He hesitated for a second, his eyes meeting yours for the second time. "Is there anything else?" You asked.
"No. Thank you." He says. "I'll see you around." He turns back towards the exit.
"What a strange guy," you muttered.
Aether shots up a glance at you, calling for you since he wanted to show you something from his phone. It was a text from his twin sister Lumine, she got accepted into a university at a different continent.
"I can't believe we're going to different ways now," Aether fake sobbed.
"Time will fly in a blink of an eye." You pat his shoulder, chuckling at his overprotective older brother persona.
Time did really fly. Four years passed in a flash. New friends, new experiences, graduated with high honours, and it was a brand new life.
Aether has been posting on Instagram lately. He showed his university life, where there are multiple videos of you two studying and hanging out at random places around the city. There was one time when you two went fishing and Aether accidentally pulled a stop sign.
You teased him for being a wannabe influencer when he was filming. "Who are you filming this for?" You asked teasingly.
Aether points the camera to you. "To whoever is watching."
Aether didn't realise that he has one loyal viewer, who watched every video, every posts, and even livestreams he made. It's just kept in the dark, not for anyone to notice.
Kinich was silently watching a new video Aether uploaded. The short clip showed you and Aether at an empty apartment building.
"Apartment hunting with my best friend." Aether said as he showed the living room.
"Look at that. Isn't it amazing? We can throw an epic house warming party." He moves the camera to his excited state.
"Yeah, this is great." You smiled while you wandered around the area.
Kinich could only watch from a distant. His lips parted into a brief, painful curve that vanished almost as soon as it came. His body was slumped against the chair in his loft apartment. The darkness engulfed the room, gray illumination sloped downward through the window.
The world kept moving. A bittersweet ache tightened in his chest, a sharp twist after learning that they were doing well, wrapped instantly in the cold reality of his own isolation. This was the result of his wish.
Ever since his fight with Mysterio, his identity was revealed to the whole world. Countless of paparazzi interrupting his peace, social media flooding his phone, notifications coming in nonstop, his family, and his great friends were harassed every second, and he was sued for multiple damages and destruction he brought into the city.
He thought he could handle them. Clear out his name and try to live as both Kinich Malipo and the superhero Spider Man.
Everything was chaotic. Every citizen were spreading hate on him, shouting and yelling at him for being a murderer.
"You killed Mysterio!"
"You monster!"
"You don't deserve to live!"
He hoped everything will be over soon.
"We got rejected from NTU…" You read the email over again.
"It can't be right." You added. You read the email again.
Aether couldn't shake off the feeling. "There is no way we got rejected from every university we applied to. Just because we're friends with Spider Man?"
Kinich bit his lips. "I can fix this. It's my fault that I didn't stop Mysterio sooner."
You grabbed his shoulder. "Don't. It's fine. We can just live like this. After all, this is the truth. It's reality."
"Fuck, Lumine's scholarship got rejected." Aether grabbed his hair in frustration.
This was his last straw. Kinich was fine living in his own consequences, but to the point his friends and family were affected is too far.
The only solution he could find is to find Citlali.
As Citlali began reciting her spell, Kinich made some corrections which interrupted her chant. She groaned, having to restart her chant again as Kinich made more corrections. The chant couldn't hold on and exploded, causing the Heavenly Principles to wake up.
At the critical moment of Phanes striking down a deadly move towards Teyvat, Kinich made a promise to you and Aether that after erasing everyone's memories of Kinich Malipo, he would find you two and explain everything. Then Citlali cast the spell, making everyone forget who Kinich Malipo is.
That brings to now. Four years flew by and Kinich had lived in seclusion. His whole identity revolves around being Spider Man— fighting villains, saving the city, helping the people, and assisting the police for crime fighting.
Four years since he made that spell and became the neighbourhood friendly Spider Man that everyone loves.
One day Kinich went to a small convenience store in the city, he picked up a simple bouquet of roses. A familiar face came into the same store, a man with a blond braid came to the register to buy some energy shots.
Kinich watched the blond, smiling nostalgically by the corner when Aether cracked up a joke to the cashier. "I'm buying this for my party soon. My buddies need it." Aether sighed as cashier gave him his change.
Kinich watched Aether leave the shop, walking towards the subway station. He gathers the courage to follow him, remembering that the blond mentioned a party.
The party was packed. People standing at every corner chatting and drinking. The sound of overlapping chatters, the smell of musk and alcohol lingers, the bright, high-energy hub where people gather around a counter of cheap plastic cups and open pizza boxes.
Kinich was looking around for Aether, searching for any trace of the braided blond. He stumbled upon a board filled with pictures and articles of a certain superhero. The heading being Who Is Spider Man.
"Oh, you saw it." A voice came from behind unannounced.
Aether greets Kinich with a gentle smile. "I've been trying to find out who Spider Man really is. Not in that way, of course. Just to thank him for saving me during high school."
"I don't know but.." Aether hesitates as he reminisced. "Spider Man saved my ass every time."
"He is super cool too." Kinich's lips curled up as his eyebrows relaxed.
"Hey Aether, the punch is… Oh you have company." You walked into Aether's room and stopped when you see another man standing right in front of you holding a small bouquet of roses.
"Who are you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the stranger.
"I'm… Maynard. Yeah, my name is Maynard." His response came quick, voice slightly raised.
"Nice to meet you, Maynard." You said, shaking hands with him.
"Oh, this is a gift. For your house warming." He says giving you the roses.
You accepted it, "Thanks. Normally we get alcohol or something. This is new."
"You two can continue. I'll put the roses in the kitchen." You added.
Maynard? Definitely not a common name, especially in this century. You have never seen him before. Maybe he is a friend's friend.
His hair does leave an impression. Dark green undertone dark hair, styled in a messy mullet with minimal green and yellow peekaboo highlights. Somehow that gives a sense of familiarity.
Appearance wise, he looks good. A matured young man with chiselled face that harmonise his features. A sharp twist forms in your chest as if like it was trying to tell you something.
That's the strange, awkward guy you encountered at your job before university. What was his name again? You definitely remembered that he introduced himself.
Janice? Munich? Kinich?
Kinich Malipo, that's it.
You touched the scarf that was wrapped around your neck that hides your scar. You recalled that it formed when Spider Man rescued you at the top of Stadium of The Sacred Flame.
The colour scheme of the scarf matches the man's eyes.
It can't be.
You don't even know him.
Another day, another danger arrives in Natlan. Hilichurls flooding the streets, attacking people with their wooden stick. You were nearly a goner.
A hilichurl spot you and went sprinting towards your way, the wooden stick on fire. You yelped, bracing yourself for the impact.
In a second you felt the wind. Slowly opening your eyes, your feet were off the ground. You clung tighter to the figure beside you. "Spider Man?" You said, eyes darting at the masked man.
"Don't worry. I'm here." He says nonchalantly, swinging his web across the city.
You nodded. A loud thwip echoed, and suddenly the ground vanished. They were airborne, hurled into the sky as the wind ripped the breath from their lungs. Spider Man's arm was a steel band around your waist, the only thing keeping you from plummeting into the traffic below. The city became a dizzying blur of glass and steel tilting at impossible angles
Every time they dived into the concrete canyons, the chaotic symphony of the city rushed up to meet them: the screech of brakes, blaring horns, and siren of the police.
His swings slowed down, reaching towards a rooftop of an apartment building. He gently placed your feet on the ground, whispering to you that everything's fine and you are safe.
"You should get in here," he says, giving you a key.
"I'll be right back." He adds, one arm up at a building before swinging towards the group of hilichurls.
You blinked. You gazed at the key he passed to you, it has a number. Must be the room number.
Number 55.
You twist the key, unlocking the door. Inside was just a typical apartment room, except everything was dark. Luckily there was no dust accumulating. By the window, there was a desk with monitors and a 3D printer.
You assumed it was his work desk, probably when he does his superhero thing.
You scanned at the materials on his desk. Organised and clean. Everything was put away, nothing was left behind. A folded piece of paper laid on the desk untouched.
You grew curious, slowly opening them.
"Hi, my name is Kinich Malipo, and you don't remember me, but I have something to tell that's going to sound crazy. It's the truth and you have to believe me because you know when I'm not lying. We used to know each other. Pretty well. We were together.
Something bad happened and the only way to fix it is to let everyone, including you, to forget me. Because I'm not just Kinich Malipo, I'm also Spider Man.
There are times Spider Man has to do something that Kinich would never do. Maybe I'll never get to read this to you, or I'm just writing this down for me. I know it is my responsibility to live alone with this truth.
But deep down, I love you and still do. I really hope that somewhere in you, remember that you love me too."
You read the contents written on the letter. The words on the page felt impossibly intimate, sending an uninvited chill racing across the back of your neck. Your skin tightened and puckered into gooseflesh, a visceral reaction to a history you had no memory of owning.
As footsteps emerged from around the corner next to the balcony, you looked up to see Spider Man. He stood before you, your hands holding the paper.
"Do you want me to find this?" You asked, showing him the paper. Before he could say a word, you spoke first.
"Can you take that off, please? I think I deserved to have this conversation with Kinich Malipo." You stepped in closer to him.
He quickly pulled the mask off, revealing the face you've seen before. The same man you encountered at the party. The same man who stopped by at your workplace.
"We met before, twice. Why didn't you tell me then?" The atmosphere grew heavy and suffocating, like the air right before a thunderstorm.
Kinich's grip on his mask tightened. "I was trying to protect you." His relaxed posture vanished, replaced by squared shoulders and locked jaws.
"Were you planning to tell me this?" You shot another question at him.
Seeing his silence. You knew what he meant. "Okay, you're just making that decision for me." You nodded in acknowledgement.
"I know I'm sorry." Kinich muttered.
You stepped back, eyes narrowing into a cold glare. "I don't really need you to keep saying that."
"I don't know what to tell you—"
"I need you to tell me why you do this to me."
Kinich began, his voice was shaking slightly. "I lost someone. And they'd still be if it weren't for me. I didn't read it to you because I didn't want anything like that to happen to you. I know it's not my decision to make."
"You mean everything to me, and I've been trying to live my life without you. I can't." He took a step in closer.
He sucks a breath in and softly exhaled what he has been wanting to say to you.
"I love you."
These three words. Finally after four years of protecting, of avoiding, of yearning, he lets out what he always wanted to say.
He watched you put the paper aside on the desk. You pursed your lips while you talked. "This spell or whatever thing it is that you did. It worked. All these memories you're saying we have together, I don't have them."
"I can see why she would love you. The girl you wrote the letter to, but…"
You looked at his defeated state. He bit his bottom lips as you continued. "I understand what you had to do is to protect her and I'm so grateful for it."
"But I don't love you."
You looked down at his chest, where the spider logo was, then back into his eyes.
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sypnosis: your boyfriend took a commission unknowingly turning him into a cat?
~800 words + tags: NSFW, knotting, p in v, unsafe sex, messy making out, clingy and needy Kinich, spooning?
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note: I wrote this in a rush. Time to feed Kinich nation 🫶
When you returned home, you saw that your boyfriend looks slightly different. You feel like you could see it but not really. This subtle change in his appearance was really challenging.
"Did you get a haircut?" You questioned, eyeing him from head to toe.
Your boyfriend, Kinich, looked at you dead in the eye. He sarcastically laughed, "Does this look like a hair cut?" He points at the cat ears on his head.
You chuckled, "It looks like it."
Kinich crossed his arms, his tail swinging behind him as his ears flattened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you." You coo, petting his ears softly, earning a soft purr.
"I'll let it go this time," he mumbled, leaning towards you as you pet him more.
Ever since Kinich got some kind of ailment from his commissions, which resulted an altercation of his appearance and biology, he acts like a cat. A clingy cat to be exact.
He has to stay with you 24/7, even when you wanted to go to the bathroom, he insisted to watch over you.
You tried contacting Citlali, hoping she has a solution, but when she came over and check on him. She said one sentence;
"Just give it a few days."
Then she left.
That few days, turned into a week. Kinich is still half a cat.
Well, you're not complaining about it. Kinich is not exactly physically affectionate. He often shows his love through his actions, gifts, and making time for you. This clingy side is a bonus!
As for Ajaw, you put him on timeout the whole time so he won't tease Kinich more.
One day, there was a shift in him. His body was warming up, he was extra clingy towards you, literally trapping you in his arms on bed. He refused to let you go.
"Kinich… I need to get ready for work." You groaned, resisting his tight grip as you tried to escape.
His tail wrapped around your leg. His arms were around you so you couldn't move your arms. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in and placed small kisses on your skin.
"Don't want to," he says.
His hips rutting against yours as he let out a deep exhale. He began to hump himself, licking your skin as he pants. "In heat…"
"Just this once, please? Can't hold it." He pleaded, as his hand rode lower to your thighs, parting them.
This was the first time he says something like this. You couldn't deny him, your core was heating up. Soaking your panties as you felt his hard on behind.
His arms began to loosen a bit, you took this opportunity to turn around. You held his chin, kissing him sloppily as he moaned in ecstacy. It was messy, wet noises echoed every time your lips meets. Teeth clashing noisily, tongues tangling and rubbing against each other.
"Can I put it in?" He gasped, looking you in the eyes.
"Okay," you nodded.
In a blink of an eye, Kinich was on top of you. Removing every article of your clothing, leaving you bare. He whines as he pulled out his leaking cock. He shudders as he rubs the tip, the creamy liquid oozes out as he lined the thick head on your weeping wet pussy. The tip nudging on your folds, already sliding off from the wetness.
"F-fuck…" He pushed in. Your inner walls clamped down on him instinctively. You felt every vein, every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he seated himself fully inside you. The stretch was so good, your toes curled up, back arching as you moaned.
His hips pounded into you, relentless and desperate, driving into you like a man possessed. Your cunt clamped down on him like a vice, rippling and spasming around his cock. Your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm, tremors wracking you from head to toe. Each thrust of his hips making the bed frame rock and small soft grunts escape his lips.
"Yes," he breathed. "Yes, yes, fuck, you're coming on my cock— "
Thick, white ropes of cum painted your walls, warm and raw. The second you felt his delicious knot snapped, he raised his hips violently.
"W-wait—" You gasped. "Hngh—"
"One more, please?"
A few days later, Kinich was thriving. Taking commissions after commissions while you were bedridden. He recovered from the cat ailment afger spending hours, probably days breeding you on bed. You called Citlali to visit you, when she arrived she crossed her arms.
"I knew the whole time," she said and you smacked her pillow against her face.
