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He was hard pressed on opening up like that... but you really grew on him over the weeks you've been solving cases together. He couldn't help but fall for a goof, much like yourself.
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"Ah jeez, always a catch." He sighed.
"Mmhmm. My debt forgiveness is pretty lenient though. A payment plan for you is super easy to set up at the bank of me." You proposed with a cheeky grin.
"And what sort of payments will I be making..?" He inquired, leaning against the chain link fence behind him.
"Well, since you're handsome enough to get away with being this much of a fool, for you: a couple kisses would do just fine." You told him with a wink.
"P-pardon??" He stammered, completely caught off guard and a bit flustered by your proposition.
tags~ fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, first kisses, cheesy banter
y/n~ gender neutral
w/c~ 3.3k
a/n~ reader is silly cuz im silly and Ashveil is also so damn silly too. that man balances seriousness and silliness so well. side note, i have like 32 mil credits in game so reader gets my wallet for the fic. I do not know what it's like to be broke in star rail LOL
dont ask how long i sat with the game open reading his profile and also wandering Dovebrook to get names right-
"So you… Own a gossip magazine now?" You asked, taking a long look around the office you currently stood in.
"Uhm… yeah, sorta." Stelle nodded.
"And you just blindly accepted the position as manager when a bunch of little raccoons came up and said so?" You pressed further.
"… Yeah."
"Oddly enough, that checks out. You are an odd one, by the Aeons." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Considering the social media wars we're fighting almost every day, the support of a company like this is highly advantageous." Stelle countered proudly.
"You're right, you're right. All hail President Raccoon." You laughed, lightly punching her shoulder.
"FURBOS. We are FURBOS." One of them barked at you from the back of the room.
"Sorry! Furbos." You corrected, holding back your laughter.
"Careful, I might get a request to get some furbo ears for you and make you a temporary staff member." Stelle smirked.
"Well aren't you fitting right in as president." You huffed. "Already eager to crack down on fellow members of the Express, hey?"
The two of you shared a good laugh, one of the furbos in the background snapping a photo of the two of you to surely use as a new article cover. It was an odd situation to have come into, but Stelle handled randomness of this level with ease, entirely unbothered. Having a media outlet on your side during the Phantasmoon Games was a huge asset that you would absolutely be taking advantage of, no matter how strange the acquisition methods were. The Astral Express just rolled that way.
"We can use this pace to meet up and touch base while we're exploring. It's pretty safe." Stelle told you after her chuckles died down.
"Lovely. Is there anything interesting, or worth our time investigating in these rooms? There seems to be a lot of space here, so I could store some of the stuff we come across for a bit. Like snacks." You asked, sitting down to get comfortable.
"There's a bit of space for us, yeah." She nodded. "These side rooms are occupied though. You can get away with leaving a few things behind though, I'd say."
"Occupied? What do you mean occupied?" You asked, looking over at one of the side doors that had been left slightly open.
"A weirdo." She answered.
"… Really? Well now you make me wanna go find out for myself. This is shared office space now, yea?" You huffed, getting up to check out the side door. "Besides, why is it glowing behind this specific door?"
"He's… a bit of a unique situation, and a good detective honestly. Careful though, you never know how he'll be when you open that door." Stelle warned.
You had already pushed the door open despite her warning, revealing a cluttered office to you. Empty wine bottles sat stacked in a corner atop many scattered books, a PC left on with recent articles on crazy news reports displaying on the monitor, that being the main source of the glow that you were seeing. Right in front of the door on the inside was a large fridge laying on it's side; a confusing thing to see in all honesty. A fridge in such a cramped space was a bit odd.
"Well, there's no one in here, so I don't know what you're talking about." You huffed after scanning the room. "It is weird to see a whole fridge in here though. Whoever you say shares this place can't be that desperate for a snack."
"He's not in there? Huh…" Stelle hummed thoughtfully. "He didn't leave yet…"
"What, you encountered him today already? Whoever he is…" You started to question, turning back around to face Stelle before you leaned on the door frame. "He sounds like a real weirdo. You must be right."
"I did see him, yeah. He went into his office a couple hours ago. He should— ah. I see. He's still here like I said." Stelle laughed, suddenly looking a lot less confused.
"You're weirding me out, Stelle." You said. "This room is empty of life, what do you mean—"
You cut yourself off when you noticed the blue glow from the room behind you getting brighter, stretching your shadow across the floor quite noticeably. Stelle had an amused look on her face, which honestly concerned you a bit. A sudden thump made you jump, then the light behind you dimmed once more. You spun around quite quickly and found yourself face to face with an arguably gorgeous man, but his sudden presence made you stumble backwards into the main office again, a hand on your chest.
"Where the fuck did you come from?!" You questioned.
"A nap. Why's it so loud in here?" The man answered halfway through a yawn.
"So, this is Ashveil." Stelle introduced nonchalantly.
"Oh so this is just normal for you already?!"
"To be completely fair, I was technically ere first." Ashveil mumbled while still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Aeons above. There is never a dull moment here." You sighed, shaking your head. "Did you just… come out of the fridge?"
"Yup. It's… best not to ask why for now. It's a bit of a long story for a first meeting." He chuckled.
"O-kay… Care to explain the monkey then? Where did it even come from?"
"That's N." Stelle and him said in unison.
"… You know what, I've learned when to stop asking questions by now." You chuckled. "I slept way too hard back on the Express; hard enough I clearly missed a lot of things it seems."
"Well, you didn't miss a whole lot. Just some mildly annoying things involving a school." Stelle sighed.
"Damn. Well, I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you, uh, Ashveil and… N." You finally greeted. "Man… are we sure I'm not still asleep?"
"You are very awake right now." Stelle chuckled.
"This isn't Penacony again, right?" You asked once more, just to be sure.
"Yes. You're safe."
"Good, good. Aeons I cannot handle another dream sequence at the moment." You sighed. "So strange that your office comes with hotties in fridges."
"What??" Ashveil commented.
"Bodies. I said bodies. Live ones. Yeah." You corrected with a nervous chuckle.
Before anyone could question you further, both your phone and Stelle's pinged, the Astral Express group chat lighting up your screens. Himeko had requested your presence, and the matter seemed to be an urgent one. You were saved from the awkwardness of the moment; thank Aha.
"O-kay. It was so lovely meeting you, Ashveil. Duty calls, though!" You piped up, being the first to leave the office and dash down the stairs.
"I've gotta go too. Sounds like Pearl might need something from us. Thanks for the little scare you gave 'em." Stelle laughed. "I'm sure whatever Himeko has found, you'll probably end up dealing with it too at some point. See ya around, hey?"
"Mmhmm, see ya around, fluffy." He laughed, quit amused by the events that just took place. "Yeah yeah, freezer boy." Stelle shot back before leaving as well, letting Ashveil mull his thoughts over among the furbos.
"Mm. Ashveil; ever intrigued by this new face from the Astral Express. He wonders when they will meet next, eager to learn more about this new face that has seemingly raised his heart ra—"
"N, if you don't keep your mouth shut, I'm gonna lock you in the fridge for a day." Ashveil interrupted.
"… Noted. Do not tease the oh-so-great Ashveil about where his eyes linger for too long." N said, getting one last cheeky comment in before backing up to a safe distance.
"You're such a little shit."
—
The crew of the Express truly had the most interesting of adventures no matter where they went. After meeting with Himeko and discussing matters about the Fulwish incident going on, you were left to roam free once more, taking care of external issues on Planarcadia to help turn the tide that the influence of the opposing media outlets had drowned you with. Every public interaction for the next few days was hit or miss; either being revered as a hero, or condemned as a criminal.
Social media is truly a bitch.
Luckily, as you helped people out across Planarcadia, you ran into Ashveil again. Multiple times, actually. You found out quite quickly that he was actually a pretty good detective despite how foolish he could naturally be. Kuchiba vouched for his credibility, but you still thought he was a total dork. There were many occasions in which you met under strange circumstances, the strangeness of the issue helping you both feel less nervous around each other. While he uncovered the strangeness and truth of the things you investigated together, you found yourself growing quite fond of him and his antics. Of course, that was just something else Stelle could use tease you about later, as she caught on quite quickly to how often you two were chatting as time went on. You looked more like his assistant than N himself did.
There came a point where your fellow friends on the Express would contact you instead of Stelle to ask of you had seen him. Your fondness had definitely become much more obvious. Today, when you heard your phone ringing, you were quite surprised to see that this call was coming directly from the head office of Furbobo Weekly. That never happened. The moment you picked up, Paraprince's frantic voice blasted through your cell receiver.
"Urgent! Very urgent! "Can't get into contact with boss! SOS!!" The poor furbo spoke frantically.
"Woah, woah, slow down Paraprince. What's going on?" You replied, trying to calm the poor furbo down.
"Ashveil left his fridge open by accident again! The power bill is impossibly high!" The poor furbo sobbed. "We're talking with mister N right now to try and figure out compensation, but Ashveil isn't anywhere to be found! I can't seem to get ahold of boss either, so you were my next best choice. *Please help us!"
"Oh boy… I'm assuming you want me to go out and find him to try and work out a payment, right?" You asked, already knowing the answer.
"Please! He owes us for this! That's like 50k credits worth of power! We're doomed!" Furblix cried in the background, sounding desperate.
"Our snack budget can't take this hit!" Joolyon also whined, sounding even further away.
"Alright, alright. I'll go and look for him. Do any of you have a clue where he might have gone?" You asked, hoping to get some better info out of them.
"After he realized his mistake, he ran off saying something about getting a coffee to figure out some things. Chances are he's at a cafe somewhere in Dovebrook District. He's absolutely trying to hide." N spoke up into the phone.
"Ah, so I've got to chase down this menace and talk him into solving his own problem." You clarified.
"… Please?" The poor furbo cried through your receiver after a brief pause.
"Fiiiine." You sighed. "Since you can't get ahold of Stelle, I'll cover you."
"Thank you!!!" Paraprince cried.
"And I apologize." N spoke up again. "I'm sure you have far more important things to be attending to right now."
"Oh nah, don't worry! This is a side quest I'm more than happy to take on." You chuckled. "This fool of a man really interest me now."
You hung up after a few more seconds of chatting, letting out a deep sigh and rolling your eyes. Your new job was to genuinely go and track down that handsome detective and make him pay his bills. Not quite what you expected to be doing, but you weren't complaining too much. Ashveil was one interesting man, and you wanted to catch him and have a moment alone, even if it was over bills. There was always someone else at his side when you met up for investigations, so this was the once chance you knew you could sneak up on him for a one-on-one.
After getting your things in order, you set off from the restaurant you were having a snack at in Duomension city and slipped away into Dovebrook, scanning the windows of every tucked away shop that you passed to look for Ashveil. Honestly, it didn't take you long at all. This man was horrible at hiding when he knew he was in trouble, which made the situation seem extremely unserious when you spotted him sipping away at a cup of boba tea through the window of a relatively secluded cafe. New problem though: he saw you too. He didn't need to lock eyes with you for very long to know why you were there, sucking back his boba tea with incredible speed before he booked it out of the cafe, leaving his empty cup on the table.
"I don't have the money yet! Let me finish one more case first!" He yelled at you as he rushed down the street."
Already running?! Damn, you're guilty as hell!" You yelled back, running after him.
What occurred next could be considered a comical chase through the streets of Dovebrook, pursuing an extremely foolish man that did his best to evade his bills. He ran pretty fast, but seemed to think he was okay when he rounded a corner and thought he lost you; so he slowed down a bit once he got to the bridge to cross the river. You were not very far behind though and matched your pace with his, weaving through the crowds to catch up with him while staying relatively hidden. He had slipped away into an alley, one that you knew had a dead end. You started to run outside the crowd again and into the alley he dipped into, crossing your arms when you found him with his back facing you, clearly feeling like he had successfully outrun you.
"Dude, you gave up way too quickly. Did you really think you could shake me just by turning a single corner?" You commented, startling him.
"Jeez! I thought you gave up after I crossed the bridge!" He jumped, spinning around to face you.
"Nope. The crowd is plentiful today though, so it wasn't hard to hide between people to catch up." You huffed. "So… about leaving the fridge open while you were away…"
"Sorry, alright? I was tired and headed to a new case! Do you know how hard it is to get a fresh one?" He grumbled. "I don't exactly sleep well either… I'm too broke to pay that right now."
"I haven't even told you the additional cost."
"It's probably a lot." He argued.
"These furbo think that five thousand credits is a lot. How do you know they're not just exaggerating?" You questioned.
"Uh…"
"Tell you what; I'll chat with them and cover the costs if all you do is bring them some snacks as an apology for your mishap. Joolyon was more worried about the snacks than rent, so forgiveness should come quite easily if you do that!" You told him. "You'll just be indebted to me instead~"
"Ah jeez, always a catch." He sighed.
"Mmhmm. My debt forgiveness is pretty lenient though. A payment plan for you is super easy to set up at the bank of me." You proposed with a cheeky grin.
"And what sort of payments will I be making..?" He inquired, leaning against the chain link fence behind him.
"Well, since you're handsome enough to get away with being this much of a fool, for you: a couple kisses would do just fine." You told him with a wink.
"P-pardon??" He stammered, completely caught off guard and a bit flustered by your proposition.
"No?" You replied, pouting at him. "Damn. I thought that one would be the best flirty line to use for sure. The situation was perfect for it too."
"Wait you… You were flirting seriously?" He questioned.
"Duh. You're both intelligent and silly; how could I not be serious about flirting with you? You're like, the whole kit." You huffed. "Man, I thought I was pretty obvious about it too."
Ashveil paused, amused by your pouting. "… so how many kisses would it actually take to pay off the debt I've accrued?"
"… A lot. Depends on if you're actually willing, or if you're just gonna tease the hell out of me now."
"Oh come on. Don't pout at me so much. I thought it was selfish of me to be interested in you, so I just… as an old soul, I'm quite shocked."
"Wait- you??? Are you really?"
"Oh for the love of Aha- mmmm… You've been making me reconsider the walls I've built around myself for weeks. I've gotta admit, you've… drawn me in already." He admitted with a deep sigh.
"Oh. Oh. So I've-"
"Been acting a fool this whole time while I've waited for you to show direct interest? Yes." Ashveil interrupted, intending to irritate you a bit on purpose.
"Okay, you better watch your mouth Mr. Ashen Detective." You scolded, walking closer to him. "I'm still gonna help you out but if you keep making fun of m-mE! HEY!"
"About time you got close enough for me to reach you." He chuckled, grabbing your arm and tugging you closer until he could hover his lips just over yours.
"F-fifty thousand. You better have a kiss worth fifty thousand credits up your sleeve sir." You stammered, putting a hand on the fencing behind him for stability.
"Mmm, you'll have to be the judge of that then. If it's not good enough, I can always do it again, right?" He hummed, closing the gap between you with a hungry yet tender kiss.
You hummed in surprise, his other hand settling at your waist as he pulled you in close against his chest. Now this was the response you wanted from him before, your heart damn near beating out of your chest as you melted into the sensation. You had been wondering what it would be like to kiss him for a while now, and you were thoroughly pleased with the feeling. Leaning into him a little more, your hand fell from the chain links to his shoulder for support, his own hands following your lead and pulling you closer against him. Both your heart rate and his picked up in speed, beating against each other's chests with frantic need. Ashveil pulled back after a moment, but not before he left a few extra pecks on your lips and nose before he stopped to look down at you and make sure you were alright, checking for any signs of discomfort.
"Mmm… That was so worth the wait." You mumbled, looking up at him with a bit of a dazed expression.
Your comment made him laugh, tightening his hold on you. "So, can I take that as a sign we could maybe… do that more often then?"
"How often? I don't think I can afford to pay you for that many 50k kisses." You mused playfully, your other hand coming up to lace your fingers together behind his neck.
"This is something I can consider doing for free." He chuckled. "Your presence has been a welcome one, and I… wouldn't mind getting to see you more frequently. If your invitation is still open that is."
"Mmhmm, it definitely is." You nodded with a dorky smile. "I'm open to you and all your oddities, Ashveil."
"Is that why you've been following me around on half of my cases?" He asked with a knowing smirk.
"Shut." You paused, looking into his eyes that held that playful glint. "… Yeah."
"You are gonna be so fun to learn more about."
"Tsk, as will you." You huffed, reaching for your phone to send a quick message. "The credits have been wired to the office. You're still in charge of restocking Joolyon's snacks though."
"Now that's something I can afford right now." He laughed, raising a hand to cup your cheek. "Now, can I have one more kiss? You came all this way, and it's free of charge…"
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Kinich x reader but he has a huge crush on reader, and reader is too oblivious to know.
Which leads to Ajaw getting irritated at Kinich’s very subtle attempts to make you notice him. So he decides to step in and handle this situation himself.
On one random sunny morning in Natlan, you’re strolling through the stalls of the marketplace.
Only to be intercepted by Ajaw. Just Ajaw, no kinich or anyone. Which makes you all the more suspicious of Ajaw and his shenanigans.
“Ajaw? What are you doing here-“
“The great almighty dragon lord, K’uhul Ajaw, has taken time out of his day to meet you! Just to tell you a confession of a man who doesn’t have the balls to do it!”
Ajaw loudly announced in the streets, making heads turn and people stopping to watch. And all you can do is sigh and look at him in confusion.
“This lowly servant of mine, Kinich Malipo, apparently has taken a liking to you and wishes to court you! And for once I don’t have to berate him with insults because he actually chose a proper, suitable mate for him!”
“Ajaw!”
A familiar voice cut through the crowd, interrupting Ajaws embarrassing speech about him. Your head turns to the direction of the voice, which leads you to stand face to face with him. Kinich.
Except instead of his usual nonchalant composure; he looked down to the ground, avoiding eye contact with a huge blush on his face.
You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You slowly approached him before grabbing his hand and leading him somewhere out of the audience’s view.
Hence how you guys ended up dating, all because of his annoying “pet” K’uhul Ajaw.
Can Yall tell this is rushed, I had this in my drafts for like 4 months istg
When you and Blade first get together, he's still hesitant with physical affection. He's scared to be seen as vulnerable after having locked his heart away for so long. It took a lot of time and patience before he allowed himself to open up to you.
Even after years of being together, pda just wasn't his cup of tea. But when you're alone, he's a completely different man altogether.
Walking into your shared bedroom after a long day of being harassed by Kafka and Silverwolf, he automatically softens at the sight of you lying in bed, mindlessly reading on your phone to pass the time. He silently kicks off his boots before opening your arms and laying on your chest.
You huff a soft laugh and turn off your phone to give him your full attention. "You okay?" you ask quietly, threading your fingers through his soft hair.
His reply is a grumble as he nuzzles into you. He's still slightly propped up on his arms, worried about crushing you. "You can lay on me, I promise it's okay." you softly reassure him. He hesitantly puts all of his weight on you as you continue to play with his hair.
"Relax, you're home now."
He melts at your soft words. Even after years, he still can't believe he found someone so soft, so caring. He loves you so much that it terrifies him.
He whispers something that sounds awfully close to "I love you" as his breathing evens out for the night.
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Summary: Blade x GN!reader where he feels restless so he pulls you into an alleyway to lose himself in you.
a/n : hello! first ever fic on here and i start with this… here's a small contribution to the blade x reader nation. this was very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. possible ooc? im trying to get the hang of writing blade :)
The air in the city was thick, humid, and far too loud for Blade’s liking at all. The constant chatter of the crowds and the glow of the neon lights felt like needles pressing against his temples. It's annoying. He's been trying to focus but his restlessness was a physical ache, a craving for something he didn't know. He needed a distraction, something to tether his drifting soul back to the present. As his mind searched through the haze of his irritation, there was only one presence that could offer the solace he craved.
You.
As if drawn by some invisible thread of fate, he realized you were nearby. Without a single word, Blade reached out, his hand encased in the dark, sleek fabric of his black glove. His fingers curled around your wrist with a suddenness that made your heart leap, his grip firm but lacking its usual lethality.
"Hm?" A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt the sudden pressure around your wrist. Startled by the unexpected contact, you turned around to face the stranger who had abruptly interrupted your thoughts, your eyes slightly widening in mild surprise as they landed on the unmistakable, brooding silhouette of Blade. Before you could even draw enough breath to form a single word or ask what he wanted, he moved. There was no hesitation in his actions, only a quiet, driving intent that seemed to bypass the need for conversation entirely.
You found yourself swept along in the silent wake of his presence, the vibrant world around you dissolving into a dizzying blur of neon streaks and muffled noise as he pulled you toward the edges of the light. His long, dark blue hair swayed as he moved, the crimson tips catching the dying glimmers of the city's glow like fading embers before he ducked your head down as he led you into the deep, swallowing shadows of a narrow, secluded alleyway.
Blade didn't speak. He moved closer, his tall frame looming over you. With a movement that was surprisingly fluid, he guided you backward. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle. He stepped forward and you stepped back. The momentum of his advance continued until the sudden, biting chill of the damp brick wall pressed firmly against your spine, the rough texture grounding you in the moment. He pinned you within the small sanctuary he had carved out of the darkness.
The alleyway was a suffocatingly tight space, a narrow vein of shadow carved between the towering buildings of the city. Caught completely off guard by the suddenness of his movement and the overwhelming presence of him, you found yourself looking up. "Blade?" You whispered, your voice sounding soft in the heavy quiet of the gloom. You tilted your head to the side, searching his face for a sign. "Is…something wrong?"
The question was tentative, laced with a gentle concern that seemed to pierce through his brooding exterior. He didn't reply immediately, instead he loomed over you and for a moment, he stared down at you with those piercing red eyes, looking restless. The usual cold indifference in his gaze was replaced by a quiet hunger, a craving for something that wasn't blood. When he finally leaned in, his movements were devoid of his usual nature. His lips met yours with softness. It was a slow, dragging kiss, tasting of desperation and a silent plea for grounding.
As his hands wandered, you expected his calloused, heavy touch, but he was unnervingly careful. His gloved hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone with a delicacy that seemed at odds with the scars hidden beneath his sleeves. He touched you as if you were made of spun glass, as if he were terrified that his very existence, his curse, his immortality, the Mara swirling within him might somehow bruise or break you.
His gloved hand, which had been tracing your jawline with such reverence, slid down the column of your throat. His thumb pressed against the pulse point at the base of your neck, feeling the frantic, rhythmic thrum of your heart. He seemed to linger there, his gaze dropping to follow the movement of his own hand. He was watching the way you reacted to him, a silent observer of the vitality he so desperately lacked.
Then, his hand drifted lower. He pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was shallow, and for a fleeting second, the brooding swordsman looked vulnerable. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that vibrated against your skin. His hand drifted down to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer, his touch still so light it was almost a question. The sensation of his lips returning to yours was enough to make your knees buckle.
One moment, his grip on your waist was firm, his fingers digging slightly into the fabric of your coat, grounding you so you wouldn't slide down the wall. The next, his touch became a searing caress, his palm sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, finding the warmth of your skin. His touch was hot feverish, almost as if he were trying to leech the warmth from your body to soothe the eternal chill of his own. He had to admit you looked ethereal even in the dark gloom of this alleyway.
As you leaned into him, your senses reeling from the sheer gentleness of it, you felt his hand shift. His bandaged fingers slid into the hair at the back of your head, tangling between your hair. He didn't grab or pull, instead, he cradled your skull, his palm cold and steady against your scalp. The way he held you as if you were a precious relic he had stumbled upon in a wasteland sent a shiver through your entire frame. It was a terrifying kind of intimacy. Blade let out a low, almost imperceptible hum against your mouth, a sound of relief.
The restlessness that had driven him to pull you into this alley seemed to settle, replaced by a heavy, melancholic heat. He tilted your head back slightly, deepening the kiss even more, his fingers remained tangled in your hair, keeping you close, keeping you there. In the cramped darkness, the only thing that existed was the scent of him something metallic and old, like rain on steel and the overwhelming, tender weight of his presence. He seemed to be searching for something in the taste of your lips. "Blade—"
The sound of your voice, a mere breath of a whisper, seemed to ripple through him like a stone dropped into a still pool. At the mention of his name, the rhythm of the kiss faltered for a heartbeat. Blade pulled back just enough to look at you, his face still inches from yours. In the dim, filtered light of the alley, his crimson eyes seemed to glow with a haunted intensity. There was a flicker of something pain, perhaps, or a deep seated longing that crossed his features before he could mask it with his usual stoicism. To hear his name spoken so softly, with such intimacy.
"…Hm," he grunted softly, a low vibration in his chest. It was his way of acknowledging you, a way of saying he heard you without having to find the words he often lacked. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, he leaned back in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. The hand at the back of your head tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure you couldn't drift away from him.
"Don't…" he started, his voice cracking slightly before he steadied it. He trailed off, unable to finish the thought at all. "Don't call me that so sweetly," he wanted to say. "Don't look at me that way."
Instead, he simply closed the distance again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more desperate. It was no longer just a gentle exploration; it was a silent, bruising confession. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, the hard lines of his muscular frame a stark contrast to your touch, as if he were trying to merge his fractured existence with your steady, living warmth.
Blade’s hands slid down to your waist, his grip was firm, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin. With a sudden, swift motion, he lifted you, pulling you upward until your thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist to maintain your balance. The sudden change in height brought you face to face, your breath mingling in the small gap between you. Blade didn't kiss you immediately. Instead, he held you there, his strong arms supporting your weight with ease, his gaze locked onto yours. His cheeks were stained with a visible flush, the heat radiating from his skin as he stared into your eyes with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.
He looked cute.
He looked as if he were seeing something he couldn't quite comprehend or perhaps something he feared to want or desire. The usual coldness of his crimson eyes had thawed into something raw and vulnerable. He seemed mesmerized, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that told you exactly how much this moment was affecting him. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The way he held you tense yet tender, as if you were the most fragile thing in existence spoke volumes.
"You…" he began, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated through your own chest. He stalled, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. It was a rare sight, the immortal swordsman rendered momentarily speechless by the simple act of looking at you. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, a silent, desperate plea for you not to pull away. You gulped, unable to look away from those red eyes that were usually so sharp and piercing, so focused, were now so gentle.
Looking into his eyes felt like staring directly into the heart of a dying star. There was a gravitational pull to that crimson gaze. "Stay still," Blade murmured against your lips. As he leaned in again, the very nature of his touch shifted. It was still soft, still careful, but there was an underlying desperation to it now a silent, frantic demand. His lips moved against yours with a slow, dragging heat that made your head spin and your pulse hammer in your ears. Every time he pulled back just a millimeter, it was only to catch a frantic breath before diving back in, his kisses becoming more feverish.
The way he held you, your legs locked around his waist, your bodies crushed together in the dark made it clear that the gentleness was a thin, fraying veil, a delicate layer of restraint draped over a much more violent, carnal desire that simmered just beneath his skin. You could feel it in the way his chest heaved against yours, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace, and the way his fingers occasionally twitched against your skin, as if he were fighting the urge to grip you with a desperate intensity. He wanted to drown in the sensation of your body pressed against his.
His hips tilted upward, a slow, heavy movement that was a silent, devastating promise of what was to come. He began to grind against you, a rhythmic, agonizingly slow pressure that sought to erase every millimeter of air between your skin and his.
“Please…" The word was barely a breath, a broken, pathetic sound that escaped his throat, unbidden and raw. He didn't even seem to realize that he had said it. His forehead slumped against your shoulder, his breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches that felt like he was drowning.
"In here?" You whispered, the question leaving your lips in a trembling breath, but as you gazed into his crimson eyes, you had your answers from them. There was a subtle tug at the corner of his lips.
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