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[nyxthejinx]

Tummy ache survivor winds up writing angst!! Wrio and Clorinde clearly besties, I need them to hug me tight and tell me I'll be okay :'(

Clorinde holding her gun to your head, and absolutely shattering from the inside out at the idea of pulling the trigger. She's so mad at you for choosing to go down this path, for forcing her to suffer twice as much and carry this burden, your blood on her hands. Every fiber of her being is screaming at her to stop, but she's known for her unwavering resolve. She'll regret it for the rest of her life.

Wriothesley staring at you, arms crossed and seemingly unbothered, professional- as if he didn't have the love of his life handcuffed before him. As the seconds tick by his mask of indifference begins to fail him, the crease on his brows betraying the silent ache tearing away his chest. He won't be able to help you the way he wants, because everyone is equal in the Fortress, and you're no exception.

Neuvillette, oh so distracted during your trial, his mind doing a back and forth between what must be done and what he'd like to do. For once the Iudex isn't struggling with gathering and figuring out his thoughts: it's clear this time, but it mustn't be voiced. His distraction won't stop him from handling your case with utmost care, though. So he can make sure, at the very least, that your sentence is the fairest of all.

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[children-of-the-star]

INTRO POST

You can feel the elements in the air, they are powerful, weak, human, inhuman, everything.

do you listen?

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welcome to the stars children blog, a Muti muse blog with all of @solaceissilly's ocs.

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Character intros;

genshin;

Mondstat:

Cyrus Marin

Liyue:

Anastasia Zhu

Sumeru:

Estella Dawning

Inazuma:

Zircon Aoki not open yet!

Fontaine:

Azul not open yet!

Camomile Beauregard not open yet!

Jasper Lefèbvre not open yet!

Rowen Beauregard

Miscellaneous:

(mostly Fontaine, traveler) Skadi not open yet!

(mostly Mondstadt, traveler) Fern/Tracheophyta

(mostly Sumeru, traveler) Adelia Anua

(fatui) Siren not open yet!

(fatui) Dakota Feniks not open yet!

(fatui) Kyan not open yet!

just because they are grouped like this, does not mean that you have to interact with them with these nations characters, but you may if wanted!!

hsr;

Stellaron hunter: Achiva not open yet!

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rules;

✩ NO NSFW, NO SUGGESTIVE CONTENT. mod is a sex disgusted asexual.

★ No unnecessary aggression, or arguing when in OCC, I'm not here to be mean nor fight when I'm not of char.

✩ respect mine, and other headcannons

★ don't like it? scroll/block!

✩ Ships are firm and unchanging.

★ No pro-ships, ever, ew.

✩ most of these ocs already have ships!! it will be stated in their post !

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other things of note;

✩ mod uses they/them xe/xem ONLY!

★ mod is dyslexic, so forgive spelling, please don't point out unless intended!!

✩ @nautilus-null owns most of the ocs mine are shipped with.

★ fellow OCS are very much welcome.

✩ I do not support Hoyo, their acts of whitewashing is absolutely ABSURD!

★ different ocs have different text colors and typing styles

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tags that will be used whole blog;

✩ sol speaks ; the mod, Sol, or Solace, speaks.

★ the collective answers 🌠; a post that relates to many or all OCs, or a ask that does not have a specific receiver.

✩ chats and chitter💫 ; posts in which are just chatter about ocs & chatter in between ocs.

★ we’ve got the answer! 🌓 ; prompts!

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I AM NOT ASSOCIATED WITH HOYOVERS AT ALL, PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY POSTS AS CANNON.

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mod blog @solaceissilly

(this is a wip, to be changed and added to over time.)

[chroma-and-friends-ooc]

“Fertress of Merperd”

[s0l4rst4rz]

Intro page~ Hiya! I’m Solar, and welcome to the solar system~!  ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ── ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ── ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹

My persona: https://www.tumblr.com/s0l4rst4rz/771483189129756672/my-persona-colored?source=share

About me~

Solar

Demigirl

13-14

Panromantic asexual

Unfortunately 'Murican

I have GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder), please keep that in mind when interacting with me

I have autism, so I might process things slower or not understand something, so please be patient with me!

Unmotivated artist

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Fandoms~ GHOST and pals, Death Note, Ace Attorney, Danganronpa, Mouthwashing (?), Vocaloid, Hamilton, Genshin Impact

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DNI: P3D0S, Z00s, K1NKS & F3T1SH3S, overall bad weird people

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Art requests~ Art requests are… Open!

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Thanks for reading!

sincerely, Mrs. Solar~

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[mayaree-darling]

And should the moon meet you for itself it would know it has finally seen the sun

🌒 Mayaree || 24 || she/her || intp 🌘

fluffy-mayari ---> mayaree-darling

🌓ABOUT THE BLOG🌗

(⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠) I write one shots/ scenarios for:

Demon Slayer (mainly Giyuu)

Jujutsu Kaisen (mainly Sukuna)

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

(⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠ I write:

Mostly fluff

Occasional angst

Never NSFW

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I may take time to respond, but I love hearing from people!

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just a bit of luck your way (SelfAware!JiyanxPlayer!Reader)

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First Fic: The Sun Shines for You and the Moon Does, Too (GiyuuxPillar!Reader)

Most Popular Fic: Annoying Brat (SukunaxVessel!Reader)

Angst Fic: A Curse Left Behind (SukunaxVessel!Reader)

Personal Favorite: Somewhere Only We Know (SukunaxReincarnated!Reader)

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[sillybluecore]

Hello! And welcome to my blog! (or the most brainrot person ever lol)

✨My name is Kira or Carol✨

🌸Pronouns are She/Her🌸

Just a friendly writer who is definitely not normal. Not an artist, I can't draw anything, most of the art here are from reblogs, picrew for my OCs, or from commisions. Not really active on Tumblr, but check me out on Ao3 as well! https://archiveofourown.org/users/the_user_ever

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The fandoms that I have been in: 🌕Genshin Impact 🌕Honkai: Star Rail 🌓Honkai Impact 3rd 🌕Portal 🌓Murder Drones 🌓Horizon 🌓The Legend of Zelda 🌓Pokemon 🌓Ninjago 🌓Countryballs/Countryhumans (leaning towards Countryballs) 🌕IHNMAIMS 🌕Hazbin Hotel (and only that) 🌓MCU (Honestly not a fan of current MCU, I still love Phase 1-3, especially Avengers: AoU) 🌕Cookie Run Kingdom And a few others I may have forgotten lol 🌕= Active 🌓=Not that active, but I still am in the fandom 🌑= Not in anymore

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I am an avid fan of well written stories, or redemption arcs that are well written. I adore straight ships that work well, though I also like LGBT ships, which are canon and work well.

That's all from me! I hope you all can enjoy my reblogs and posts!

[bleakqblake]

I have an idea for any and all Genshin players that have or want to make OCs, if you are going to insert it into the travelers story, they, for the first time, meet the Original Character in the place you have 100% exploration on. (This is just a suggestion not a demand, your stories are all beautiful!)

ALSO GOOD LUCK FOR THE NEW BANNERS, I GOT DOG BOY AND MONA C1 BEFORE THE LAST ONE ENDED SO MANIFESTING GOOD PULLS FOR EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS!!

[maple--cafe]

~ ♥ GRAND OPENING ♥ ~

THE HOSPITAL OF LOVE HAS OFFICIALLY OPENED! PLEASE READ BELOW!

hello! long time no see, from others who used to request things on addictedkinn, and others who're new here! hello! please call me by mod tsumiki, i'll be your nurse for the blog! aka, i'll be writing whatever you request, and this blog is also very kin-friendly and system-friendly! l-let's get over the basics first!

RULES ; ~ please specify your request! it doesn't have to be incredibly detailed or fancy, but i may have a hard time understanding your request if not specified. ~ if a request makes me uncomfortable, i have every right to decline it. ~ please do not request a lot more in one ask! ~ please PLEASE do not bring drama / discourse onto this blog. this blog is meant to be discourse-free and it kinda makes me anxious in general. ~ requests take time, and motivation can really drain from time to time. please be patient with me. WHAT WE CAN DO TO HELP ; ~ scenarios (either fluff, angst, anything!) ~ headcanons ~ s/o's x character ~ ships ~ ship headcanons ~ platonic ships ~ recovery WHAT WE CANNOT DO ; ~ anything problematic (incest, paedophilia, age gaps, abuse, non-con, gore, etc.) ~ yandere-related scenarios ~ DDLG ~ nsfw ~ anything between real-life people SOURCES ; ~ danganronpa ~ genshin impact ~ doki doki literature club (selective) ~ friday night funkin' ~ promare ~ vocaloid (selective) SOURCES WE CANNOT DO ; ~ MCYTS ~ boyfriend to death ~ really this is all i could think of ;;; WHITELIST ; shuichi saihara (+ any ship involving him) ~ kaede akamatsu ~ chiaki nanami ~ nagito komaeda ~ hajime hinata ~ kokichi ouma ~ ryoko otonashi ~ yasuke matsuda ~ irumatsu ~ saiouma ~ nanamiki ~ kaedehara kazuha ~ ganyu ~ lumine (genshin impact) ~ albedo ~ venti ~ any trope that's fluff ~ recovery ~ really soft prompts! BLACKLIST ; haiji towa ~ monaca towa ~ gore ~ abuse ~ non-con ~ monika (ddlc) ~ any ship involving junko enoshima ~ togafuka DNI ; ~ general dni criteria (racist, lgbtphobic, ableist, etc.) ~ if you believe anyone in the ace spectrum doesn't belong in the lgbtq+ community ~ map / paedophile / pedo ~ engage in harassment / or encourage it ~ pro-life ~ attack others over headcanons ~ a jerk in general

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each replycon i have is made by @skellychan ! and a huge thanks to a friend of mine for helping me make the actual dashboard blog theme (header and icon)! may i ask for a promo? i do not know who to tag ;;;

[yourvirtualhusband]

Heyoooo, Welcome to Hanako-Kun's Ethereal Loft!

Please excuse the mess my blog and intro is 😅

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☆ Names: Gabriel, Meremy, Hanako, Deimos, Apollo, Saturn, Atsuki, Bear-Bear

Give me random nicknames, I appreciate those so much!!!

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♡ Baking and Crocheting are my favorite hobbies :)

#spacenakothoughts for general post

#spacenakoreblogs for reblogs

#spacenako'sasko's for Asks

And personalized tags for every asker! <3

☆Fandoms I'm In: Undertale/Deltarune, Avengers/Marvel, Sanders Sides, Star Wars, Hazbin Hotel, Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen, Hamilton, Good Omens, Steven Universe, Eddsworld, Doctor Who, My Hero Academia, Obey Me, and Mystic Messenger, Bungo Stray Dogs, Jujutsu Kaisen, Yuri On Ice, SK8 the Infinity, Haikyuu, Given, Banana Fish, Tokyo Revengers, Demon Slayer, Komi Can't Communicate, Genshin Impact

Spam my askbox with asks anytime, I love it!!!

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Standard DNI applies here :)

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[nyxthejinx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

Guess who's back- yeahh Wrio altered my brain chemistry and i gotta cope with everything that just happened in the archon quest (iykyk). I haven't written in ages, I'm a bit rusty :')

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Slow mornings are the sweetest.

𝐓𝐖: Fluff (incredible, I know) nudity and intimacy in general (nothing too explicit, more on the romantic side), allusions to the night before, reader loves wrio's butt and is shameless about it (don't we all), mention of scars (wrio's), I tried to proof read it multiple times but my brain is fighting against me, lemme know if I missed anything

𝐅𝐭.: Wriothesley - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1056

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Eclipse - Pink Floyd

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 that his body is covered with scars, nor does he try to hide them. But the bedside lamp and the afterglow shed a new light on him, one that only you have the privilege of enjoying.

He sits at the edge of the bed, hands by his sides, sinking comfortably in the mattress. The slightest twitch of his muscles can't go unnoticed, not when everything is so slow and still as if time had stopped.

But that's what happens in the Fortress, no? Unless you keep an eye on the watch, minutes and hours blend into a placid flow, until you end up thinking you have all the time in the word.

That's why you lay down the clocks in the room, when darkness begins its descent up in the overworld.

Because you get to see him like this. Sleep ridden, quiet, a bit grumpier than usual. Shamelessly naked from head to toe, with the sheets thrown over his lap for the sake of decorum, as if you didn’t see and feel each other all night along.

This morning too, he stills for minutes on end, staring ahead and gifting you the precious sight of his toned back, now painted with marks and scratches fresh from the night. He runs a hand on his nape, down his shoulder and you know he loves the stinging carvings you left behind with your nails.

But your favourite part rests further down.

“You have a nice butt.” You mumble with a lazy smile, as you let your eyes wander to his lower back. “I ought to tell you more."

Wriothesley looks over his shoulder just enough to glare at you, but you know that fiery glimmer stems from amusement; the way his eyes wrinkle at the sides nullifies the frown creasing his brows.

He's lovely, incredibly entertaining whenever he tries and fails to hide his eagerness for compliments.

The man huffs through his nose, shaking his head before standing up. He holds the fabric around his waist, now covering his rear out of spite, as he rummages through the small puddles of discarded clothes on the room's floor.

You, on the other hand, aren't as diligent as he is. There's no hurry, no impending chores more important than this moment as you make yourself comfortable on your side, in the softness of your pillow —that inevitably smells like him too.

Only a fool wouldn't enjoy how incredibly clumsy he appears right now, fighting with the sheets and getting more and more impatient with every passing second that he can't find his underwear.

It's like admiring the dark side of the moon, knowing that no one else gets the same privilege, the same trust.

Which... Might be revoked after this little stunt you pulled.

"Looking for these?"

Wrio's head snaps towards you and his frown deepens at the sight of his boxers hanging from your hooked fingers. You smirk, backing away as far as you can, until he's forced to stretch across the bed and over your body.

You can't help but giggle and snicker, too amused and definitely too confident in the power you hold over him. You both know his pinky finger would be enough to turn the tables, but he wordlessly enjoys this silly game between you two, just like he adores seeing your petty smirk.

Oh, and how he loves wiping it off your face. If he only had more time, in this dreaded Monday morning.

Without much effort, he eventually grabs the garment. "Pervert." He mutters, pinching the skin below your ribs.

You flinch, chuckling breathlessly. "Mean."

But not wrong. You can't stop your eyes from drifting down, where the sheets have slipped dangerously low after all the fighting.

Everything, from his scarred pecks and abs, to his V line looks so... imperfect, gruff, hostile. He's a man who's rough around the edges, like the claw marks that decorate his throat; hardened by life, on guard all the time.

Untrusting.

And yet, he shows his back to you without much thought.

Even now, with his pants back on, he plops into his previous position idly, placid in his every move.

There's no need to check for threats, because there's none.

And you realise once again —like you do every day— that you're not ready for the sun to come up and for the moon to switch sides.

For him to glance back.

There's things that need to be done, affairs that only the Duke can handle, no matter how greedy and jealous of his presence you are. Your hands itch to wrap around his wrist, to pull him back by your side for another hour or two.

Wriothesley, on the other hand, spins along without thinking twice, as he adjusts his boots back on. Hadn't you known him long enough, you'd dare to say he doesn't yearn for you as much as you yearn for him, but it's the little things that speak in his stead.

It's the lazily unbuckled belt, the messy hair, wobbling around with his every little movement. "I'll do it later, for it means that we'll spend more time together" they say.

It's the blemished, vulnerable back, offered so humbly.

And suddenly you can't resist the urge anymore.

You navigate your way through the sea of sheets to wrap your arms around his waist, and your bare front against his back stops his motions altogether. Blurred memories from the early night flare up one more time, as your lips burn invisible seals on the skin of his shoulder. Every mellow kiss is so fond, intimate. Just for the two of you to feel.

Never have you felt a stronger sense of belonging. Not when he relaxes so easily in your presence and the world ceases to spin.

When turning his back to you feels so natural.

"Be careful, mh?" You kiss the crook of his neck again, while your hands trace the rough skin around his navel. "I want your pretty butt to be safe and sound."

Wrio's deep chuckle shakes his shoulders and chest, and you feel it deep deep deep in your own heart.

"Your wish, my command." He hums, his coarse fingers guiding one of your wrists to his lips.

The moon, you decide, is prettier when it's dark.

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[nyxthejinx]

0 | 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔅𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪

You spotted trouble, its colour was ginger.

« 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 » Childe x Ragnvindr!GN!Reader

« ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 » Explicit depiction of violence (Childe kicks ass in a duel), Fatui agents training shirtless and freezing their asses off lol, Russian petnames (Solnishko = Little Sun/Deda = Grandpa)

« 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 » 1071

« 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 » I made some research before using Russian words. I did my best to understand their meaning and use instead of copypasting from google translate, I apologise if I still made mistakes. If you know the language, feel free to correct me! Also, let me know if you want me to create a taglist!

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Do not translate/rewrite/repost/feed to AI ©2025 nyxthejinx

“𝐒𝐨… 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞…?”

A deep shout cut through the icy air.

The bulky man in the arena crumbled as the wooden rod bashed his kneecap. His muscles rippled under the skin of his chest, his veins throbbing and his sweat pouring into more and more layers with each heave of his chest.

He balanced his weight with his own stick, but the second it seemed like he had gathered himself, another hit landed on his battered body. It resonated against his ribcage with a wet crack, probably breaking at least two bones before the blunt end of the weapon met his sternum.

The man tumbled backwards. Another attack flew his way, one that he managed to parry thanks to luck more than skill, but the next swing drew an unavoidable line from above— just like that his collarbone was doomed.

He clutched his shoulder with a pained grimace, and that moment of distraction earned him the final blow.

The rod collided with his jaw and Bulky Man was sent against the rocky, snow-sprinkled ground.

Pulcinella twirled his moustache without a care in the world, as if the two of you hadn’t assisted to such pathetic, gruesome show. He tugged his fur closer to his neck and his glasses briefly fogged up from his breath.

“Why are we here, you ask? I thought you might be interested, Solnishko.” He mused, mirth in his small, wrinkled stare. “Anyone caught your attention?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and leaning against the railing of the mezzanine that overlooked the training grounds. Snowflakes danced placidly in the air, obfuscating the midday sun and falling over the crowd below.

The arena was emptier than usual and the few people who had come to train were scattered all over the area, making it appear even more hollow and depressing. Some busied themselves with archery practice, others stretched and lifted weights, a few perfected their moves against training dummies while a group of rookies — who had been caught slacking, most likely — kept running desperate laps.

All of them were shirtless, clad in a simple pair of slacks and shoes as per regulation. It was an ancient Snezhnayan technique meant to train the body to withstand harsh conditions on top of physical effort, but the toll was harsher for some agents. Teens had it worse, usually. Like that one. His lips had turned a light shade of purple already.

You scanned the people with clear lack of interest, barely lingering for more than a moment on each figure.

Around 27, has a postural problem, he struggles to keep his back straight when shooting. Somewhere between 20 and 22, she’s still recovering from a deep injury, her shoulder sports a suture. One 17, one 19, they met in secret, possibly the night before; they avoid eye contact and keep their necks well covered.

And then there were them.

Bulky Guy and Prodigy Boy in the duelling circle. A few agents there had scurried to help the injured man, carefully lifting him on a stretcher while his opponent — as unscathed as the day he was born — wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

Bruises had already formed over the defeated man's skin, especially in the area around his ribs and on his knee. He was haemorrhaging internally from the looks of it, but he would survive. He now needed a support for his injured leg though, and he would suffer from chronic pain for the first few months of physio.

“That man will need more than a couple weeks of recovery.” You hummed. “But the other agents seem in perfect health.”

“Seem is the right word, Solnishko.” Pulcinella fixed the glasses on his nose. “You see, an acquaintance of mine could use your expertise.”

“Delusion poisoning?”

“Precisely.”

You raised a brow. “And I assume they have special needs, since they haven’t contacted my assistant to make an appointment like every other patient?”

Pulcinella chuckled once more, his white moustache moving along. “Now, now. Consider it your old, tired deda asking for a favour.” He smiled. “But you are right. His condition is… Anomalous.”

The old man sauntered closer to the railing and — trying and failing to be discreet with it — stood on his tiptoes to get a better look over the area. He pointed to the boy who had crushed the other agent no more than a few minutes ago, as he effortlessly did pull-ups by himself.

You noticed that his colleagues eyed him warily, their glares nasty and bitter as they hauled the injured Bulky Man away. Maybe that was the reason why the grounds were emptier than usual.

You analysed Prodigy Boy with furrowed brows. Aside from the scars on his skin, some faded, some fresh, he seemed in great health; the fact he had started training more after an easy, though still tiring fight only made him look healthier.

But if years of treating people had taught you something, it was that nothing was what it seemed.

“He owns a vision and a delusion, and as you might have noticed he doesn’t lack prowess.” Pulcinella sighed, almost disappointed. “Yet, he somehow manages to overexert his body and neglect his health. One would almost imagine he fights against gods daily, with how much he uses that delusion of his.”

Your face crumpled in annoyance at the notion. Those were the worst type of people, the ones that made your job harder than it needed to be. Was it so difficult to stay in bed and rest for a while instead of running around like careless masochists? You hoped this guy would not fit the description.

“I can see him, but taking care of himself is up to him, eventually.” You responded drily. “He better not waste my time.”

“Oh, well, about that…” The old man cleared his throat awkwardly. He would definitely waste your time. “I will leave that to you two! Let me introduce you—”

“Send him to my studio, tomorrow night. I’ll see him once I’m done with my shift.”

You turned on your heels without sparing a second glance at either Pulcinella or his “acquaintance”, it was just noon and your head had already started aching at the thought of dealing with this boy tomorrow.

“Do you not wish to get to know him beforehand?”

“I’ve learned more than enough.”

You ventured further down the mezzanine, silently pondering your options as you headed to the door that lead inside the palace.

Pulcinella shook his head. “Ah, the youth…”

OMGGGG I DID THIS

[nyxthejinx]

Answering to this desperate cry for help

Maaan this was so much fun fr, i hope I made these bad boys justice. Also, didn't know what kind of format I should be using and especially how to repost the original thing, since copying and pasting on the reblog would be absolute hell rip

𝐓𝐖: people biting each other but in an affectionate way, idk lemme know if there's more

𝐅𝐭.: Dottore, Xiao, Childe - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k (in total)

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: 3rd Made in Abyss soundtrack - Kevin Penkin (yes, it's that good, no comment)

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

OHOO he's gonna be so intrigued by this weird habit of yours.

We all know he's not big on social interactions and all -he barely values human life- but when you came into the picture he felt invested in someone for the first time. Hence he observes... Normal people, to learn the basics.

He's smart, a quick learner. Will understand in no time your likes and dislikes, but one day you?? Bite him? Chomp like a feral newborn kitten? Oh, his scholar personality spikes through the roof.

Dottore's never seen anyone bite their partner like you do, it confuses him at first, although he won't say anything and just chuckle. He'd rather observe you and come to his own conclusions before asking.

Was it a one time thing? When, how and where do you like to do it? Is there a deeper meaning, a show of intimacy? Need for attention? Affection?

Yeah he'll treat it like a maths equation, that's how he is.

Some days you'd see him without his mask, leaning particularly close to your face. Other times he'd set his gloves aside and let his digits linger on your cheeks and jaw for every little thing. (He knows he’s difficult to bite because of his clothes)

"Oh Dear, look at your lips, they're chapped/full of crumbs/smeared with any other kind of food/every single excuse he can come up with."

It takes you a bit longer than you would've wanted, but you realise his true intentions eventually. If you feel smug you can just chomp on him randomly and see him lose his mind (he thought he'd figured everything out rip dottore.exe).

I advise against it though, he'd repay the torture tenfold. (aka not cuddle with you even if you ask nicely).

Overall, Dottore finds this habit of yours cute. You're a nice little, innocent thing in his eyes and that just adds to your charm.

Yeah you can be a 1.90m tall menace of a person and he'd still tease you, an arrogant, mean jerk >:(

After some time he starts biting you back (ouch shark teeth), not in a painful way ofc. He's so casual with it, most likely to strike when you least expect it just to see your surprised and/or flustered face.

Or to have you chomping in return, even ;)

I'd say 7.5/10, good chomping partner but will "fight" back.

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

My guy, poor guy.

He's another social inept, we all know why.

He started to learn about human customs after meeting you, and you've helped him out a lot, but he's still so stiff.

He probably gets a heart attack every time you give him a surprise hug. The day you chomp on him his soul leaves his body.

It's not that he's a scaredy cat, physical touch just overwhelms his senses if he's not prepared :((

Asks you to tell him beforehand next time.

But aside from that he doesn't seem to mind. He finds every human custom weird in a way, this one is no exception, and eventually it becomes routine yeah?

I think he's a perfect subject for chomping, with all the exposed skin he has. I mean, look at his shoulders! The urge to sneak up from behind and just CHOMP.

He's got muscles for days too, won't shatter your teeth on his bones. AND HIS CHEEKS- his baby cheeks, they look so soft how can you not bite those.

But yeah, just give him some time and he'll get used to this.

Xiao's not stupid either, he notices right away that you're the only human partaking in this activity, or in public at least. Lowkey feels happy and proud to have you as a partner, you're so special and unique :( <33

At some point he'll want to try it out as well, but he's sooo shy about it and a bit scared he'll hurt you. You gotta make him confess with bone crushing hugs.

When he eventually chomps back he's UGHH so soft with it. For Xiao it's more about the meaning and the bonding experience than the chomp itself.

9/10 if you're fine with doing all the chomping. 8/10 if you want chomps back, but definetly recommended.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

Run. RUN. RUN FOR YOUR CHEEKS' LIFE.

He is THE chomping menace.

Let me tell ya, you're putting your life on the line. It's like a declaration of war and he will not hesitate to respond with all he's got.

We know for a fact that he's always up for a challenge. If you're crazy enough to engage and bite him first, well I hope you have a survival plan for the rest of your life cus he won't stop.

It can and will escalate in a "fight" if you're in a private space (you know the tickle fights where you become a mess of tangled limbs? That.) If you try that in public though? He's gonna look at you like a damn predator.

He'll eat your cheeks once you get home, good luck.

His bites are rough-ish too, unfortunately for you. He’d never hurt you on purpose, and is always careful with his strength, but in the heat of battle he’ll forget; 7 times out of 10 you leave the field with a 32 teeth bite mark. 

I think he is more of a cheek guy than anything. They're always available and easy to reach, regardless of your height, and it's also so intimate because who else touches your face? No one, aside from him.

He's the chosen one.

And don't think it will stop at the first time, no no. You've unlocked a new hobby for him. He'll put so much effort in it, it's terrifying.

If you act surprised or flustered well, bonus points in his opinion. Your face is just priceless and will make a habit to make you react that way.

At that point you either fight back or succumb. His soft spots are his stomach (duh, nibble on the exposed skin when he's in his work clothes, I bet he's ticklish), his nape, collarbones and overall the base of his neck.

The rest of his body is still a good chomping surface, but his instincts kick in and his muscles go taut, it's like biting a rock and has no effect on him.

Childe will definitely give you a hard time. It's up to you to take advantage of the right moment and give him a good revenge chomp.

Honestly, he's my fave ever but I'll give him a 5/10 just because of that. Can't even bite the man in peace anymore 🙄

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[nyxthejinx]

We need more Ragnvindr sibling AU!!! I can't stop thinking about it! Maybe something with the fatuis?

Reader sitting at the Tsaritsa's throne armrest as the Tsaritsa's just treats reader as her own baby (SO cute).

I'm sorry it's been sooo fucking long 😭 but I've spent these months subconsciously thinking about an actual ff with chapters based on this concept, so the brainrot's still real af and will be (I hope)

Referring to this and/or this post about Ragnvindr! sibling!reader

"She is a god with no love left for her people, nor do they have any left for her."

It's basically canon that the tsaritsa threw her heart away in the process of fulfilling her cause, but she still is Goddess of love and what's best than a baby's innocence to remind her the beauty of loving something or someone?

At first she's hesitant, stiff, even. She looks at this miniature human, realises that these creatures' lives are feeble even as they fully develop. How fragile must a kid be in comparison to an adult, though? What if she handles them in the wrong way?

Her interactions evolve in a gradual process, with some of the harbingers' work behind them (someone like pulcinella, maybe?). She learns what can and cannot be done, but most of all feels the ice in her chest melt as seconds go by.

She ends up seeking some time with this creature. She's never felt more alive, willing to dedicate her whole self to them. But she's careful with these feelings, hides them behind the marble walls of her throne room, where she knows no one will barge unannounced.

It's cold though, a frigid, aseptic space, its edges sharp and merciless. And so she sits them on her lap, wraps expensive furs around them, keeps them close in her arms as she entertains that curiousity of theirs with books, wooden toys, and everything else they wish for.

It's so uncharacteristic, to see the Ice Queen smile so warmly, with a tenderness her people would envy if they found out about it.

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[nyxthejinx]

You grew up believing words were a thousand times stronger than swords, but swords can cut pretty deep, and so can feelings. The ultimate weapon of them all, though, is betrayal. It leaves you with a poisoned heart and a bitter taste on the tongue. And as you wither you wonder... Who are you?

The Eleventh's Harbinger's life was easy. Check on your patients, boss around your assistant, take your meds once a day, secretly investigate your illness... There were things you knew, and things you didn't know. But you never realised how many things you didn't know.

You poked the bear and it came at you. Will you fight it? Or will you succumb to your own curiosity? Oh, there's also an unhinged ginger who will get you killed, one way or another.

« 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 » Childe x Ragnvindr!GN!Reader

« ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 » Swearing, violence (fighting against monsters and whatnot), slightly toxic dynamics between the harbingers (they're problematic like that, I can't help it), bad mother-child relationship, wholesomeness and fluff too, self-esteem issues and such on reader's side, English isn't my first language is it a tw??. More specific warnings will be given with each chapter.

« 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 » Ongoing. Please god let me stick to it until the end

« 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 » I cannot believe this is happening. I first launched this concept in august 2022 and despite being super invested in it, I never went beyond three disconnected drabbles. I changed and polished many aspects of this story and now I feel like it's stronger than ever. May the gods of fanfiction bless me 🙏

« 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 »

♤ Prologue | The Calm Before The Storm

♤ Chapter 1 | TBA

♤ Chapter 2 | TBA

[nyxthejinx]

Hiii! I saw your open requests and decided to send one! Feel free to ignore it!

This has been going through my head for some time now but what about scaramouche having a nightmare about reader leaving or betraying him somehow, then he would wake up and don't see reader besides him so he thought everything was real and then he sees reader just coming into the bedroom like "I just went to the bathroom- wth happened" or something like that.

A reverse comfort with a fluffy final! You can do drabble or headcanon, choose what you feel more comfortable and please do GN reader!

I'm sorry if there's any grammar or misspelling mistake. Thank you!

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞.

So... Hi? I HAVE NO EXCUSES FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK OMFG I'M SORRY. It's been difficult these past months but now I'm finally getting back up so... Here you go 🥺

𝐓𝐖: Angst with comfort, scaracoochie having a bit of a panic attack and intrusive thoughts (wants to burn the house down💀), spoilers for his backstory, lemme know if I missed anything.

𝐅𝐭.: Wanderer - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 538

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: rises the moon - Liana Flores

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 as Wanderer releases yet another distressed breath.

It echoes in the silent, dark, but most of all, empty restroom of your shared house, the terrible truth he's rejected so adamantly now solidifies, heavy like concrete in his head.

It dawns on him fast and hard. Fills his lungs with water, makes his breaths shorter, ragged. He's unbelieving that you, out of all the people he's met in his long lasting life, would be capable of stabbing him like this.

He's checked every room, every corner and crevice. You had to be somewhere. It had to be a nightmare, confined to his wicked mind. And nothing else.

You couldn't be gone.

Not after everything you've said and done for him, after becoming the reason he stayed instead of wandering aimlessly, waiting for the end of time.

But his eyes are wide open, the hurt real in his artificial body.

You're gone and Wanderer feels like he's just been robbed of his heart once again.

Wanderer feels like he's going insane.

Wanderer feels. Mad. At you. At himself.

He grits his teeth, a poor attempt to stop his sped up breathing. The darkness, the silence around him clogs his throat like black smoke, the candle in his hand -one you gifted him- stops feeling like a beacon of hope and safety.

It's another knife in his chest, flickering along with the trembling of his hand, as if to mock his lack of self control.

It's feeble and pathetic, just like him.

Wanderer looks down at the yellow flame.

Burn it. Erase it. Forget it.

Burn it all. It wasn't worth your trust.

They're gone, just like last time, what else is left for you here?

He stares ahead but doesn't really look at what's in front of him. His eyes unfocused, vision blurred by something wet.

His grip slackens.

Burn. It. All-

"Love, here you are! You won't believe it, some drunkards were having a fight right on the walkway, I had to threaten them with my- are you alright?"

Just like a slap in the face your voice wakes him up from the second nightmare of the night.

He flinches, securing his fingers at the base of the candle. Wanderer turns around only to see your face twisted in worry, these features of yours he knows by heart downturned in a way he never liked.

One that never lessens your beauty though.

"Love?" You reach for his cheek, slow and delicate, cradle his jaw like freshly molded glass. "What happened?"

He leans in your hold by instinct, his free hand closing on top of yours, his chest deflating. It's amazing how your presence alone shatters the shackles that weighed on him mere moments before. Amazing how you ground him to reality with just one touch, dissipating all his deepest fears and worries and filling his soul with indescribable warmth.

He feels guilty for doubting you, he wants to say. He's had another nightmare, he's still taunted by unfounded doubts and thoughts, he wants to tell you.

But his lips are sealed and he can only melt as your arms enclose him in a gentle hug.

"Breathe love, I'm here, okay?" Amazing how you read right through him. "Always, for you."

You say and do things to him.

You're the reason why he stays.

You are home.

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[nyxthejinx]

Heya!

I just saw your open for request post and want to commission an Cyno x gn!reader, please? :) a fluffy and spicy drabble would be lovely. Maybe smth like.. the reader is good friends with Cyno and Tighnari but the reader went on a journey thru teyvat and met the Aether (traveler) on their way and since then they traveled together and been thru much so they have a connection ofc and then when the reader and Aether visit sumeru and they meet Cyno - he will get all jealous? Cause he sees how close they are and he fears that he missed his chance with the reader? But obvsly its not like that and yeah. A lil bit of making out at the end, please? cause Cyno needs to let out some steam after his jealously :^)

Thank you for doing requests btw!

FIRST. It took ages but I was able to sell my soul in exchange for inspiration only recently, I'm so sorry. SECOND thank YOU for asking, I wasn't sure about this until the 3am among us potion made it work. THIRD beautiful pfp, akaza bb fr i love him a normal amount I promise. FOURTH it's 5 am, literally I'm not kidding, I tried to proofread and all that but I don't even know what's my name anymore so I'm sorry for typos and shit. FIFTH I hope It makes sense, enjoy 💀

𝐓𝐖: Fluff and obviously spice (making out, vague allusions to the dirty deeds ;) ), use of petnames (dear, love), lemme know if I missed something.

𝐅𝐭.: Cyno, Aether (but he's your homie) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Rendezvous - Little Mix (god this song is such a banger)

Cyno fears nothing.

"Cyno, this is Aether."

Cyno fears one thing.

He'd felt so happy after reading your last letter. You said you'd be back in a few days with a special surprise, but honest to Archons the fact you'd be coming back to him - for him, he’d wanted to say, but not dared to- was enough of a present.

He surely wasn't expecting that this "surprise" would be none other than the Traveler who's saved Sumeru, though. A charming blondie who drifts a bit too close to you, in Cyno's opinion.

"We met in Liyue, he's amazing." You smile, squeezing the blond's shoulder. "He's a well known traveler across Teyvat, even in regions he has yet to visit!"

"I just help those who need it, not that much of a big deal."

Aether blushes and rubs his neck. Aether blushes. And you're touching him in a way that only close friends do.

It's fine, Cyno wants to think. You're allowed to do whatever you want in your life, he sure as hell won't stand in your way. He already stepped aside back in the days, as you excitedly told him how one of his worst fears came true you were leaving for adventure.

Everything to make you happy.

But his mixed feelings would always get in the way and unleash endless internal conflicts. It wasn't simply about not having you around, it was some kind of longing sitting inside his chest and screaming at you not to go.

It was the distance that made him realise: he was, and still is, far too in love for his own good.

And Aether could get in the way of that.

"We meet again, Traveller." The General nods, pushing down such shameful thoughts. "I'm glad to see you are both fairing well."

"It's all thanks to [Name], actually." Aether nudges you in the ribs. "They're really helpful, no matter the task."

You smirk. "Oh, what an honour. The traveller complementing me, a common, mortal nobody."

"Hey, I'm not that annoying!"

"Maybe. But you sure snore at night. That is annoying."

"Wh-! I don't. I know for a fact-"

No, you don't sound like close friends. You sound like a married couple. What just happened in this handful of months? Did Cyno hesitate too long and lost his chance? Now that he had decided to expose his deepest feelings?

"You guys! Paimon is starving here."

Paimon's shrill voice cuts short the bicker, as the Matra's jaw clenches. Good time, credits to Paimon, but seeing the two of you stroll towards the tavern didn't ease the knot in his chest the slightest.

Your laughter wasn't addressed to him nor to his uncanny jokes. He wasn't the one making you smile.

He was the moon and he'd just been eclipsed by the Traveller's brightest light.

Dinner was... Gut wrenching, to say the least.

You'd known Cyno long enough to tell apart his feelings even as he wears that stoic facade of his. While Paimon and the Traveller didn't have a single clue about the situation, you could feel his dry gaze burning holes on both of your figures, as if the sun had ascended back to the skies and everything around had turned desert.

He was feeling something you'd never quite seen within him.

It took you a bit too long to realise that the fair, lawful General Mahamatra was jealous, of all things.

He was so subtle with it, carefully hid his resentment in his voice and choice of words, in his gestures and mannerisms. But worst of all he didn't propose a single joke during the meal, not even when you laid the chance on a silver platter for him.

That had your mind reeling for the rest of your time together, and even afterwards, as you waved goodnight to Aether and Paimon. As you walked these streets you still know by heart with your dearest friend by your side.

As you choked on the thick air surrounding the two of you.

Maybe you should've left Aether out of it, for the first day, at least. Cyno hadn't seen you in so long, perhaps he didn't like the way Aether inadvertently hogged your attention the entire time when all he wanted was to hear about your adventures.

Yeah, you'd been an idiot for that one.

But, you still had an ace up your sleeve. Quite literally. One that would grant you his forgiveness and hopefully help you say the words to him.

Because of course, it took you less than a week far from him to realise you were smitten for this dad-jokes-spitting being.

You patted your side as you approached Razan Garden in all its glory, and sighed at the feeling of the rectangular box still inside. You could do it, you had to! It took you months of preparation, you wouldn't let it go to waste.

"[Name]." Cyno's voice was soft, as if to match the atmosphere lingering in the marble gazebo. He'd stopped a couple steps ahead of you, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "My congratulations and best wishes."

You alt abruptly at that. Where the hell is it coming from?

"Uh, thank you?" You quirk a brow. "Did I do something special without knowing?"

He chuckles under his breath. Yes, you are special and he's grateful a being so perfect can exist in this world and is part of his life. But he would never tell you that.

He turns instead. His eyes rich with emotion, gentler. "I'm beyond glad that you found the right person out there, [Name]."

Oh. Oh.

"I only ever hoped for your happiness and well-being, during this period of time."

"Cyno, wait a sec-"

He takes a step forward. "If I had to voice my honest thoughts... I must admit I couldn't find peace of mind knowing you would've been out there alone."

"Cyno-"

"But I see you're perfectly capable of handling your own," the man sighs, shakes his head. A small smile curves his lips. "Just like you've always done."

"Oi-"

And then he's placing loose hands on your shoulders, as if he's in some kind of automatic mode and has to finish the speech at all costs.

For a moment you think he's gone absolutely senile. "Still, I'm relieved you have someone who can watch your back, now. He's a kind-hearted person, level headed, the best you could wish for-"

"Archons' fucking sake, Cyno! Will you hear me out a damn second?"

Cyno almost jumps back, taken out of his weird reverie, but you're quick to trap his face between your hands. You're close, closer than you'd wanted to, unfocused in your frustrated fervor. So much his breath warms the apple of your cheek, as it wasn't burning already.

You take a breath and force more words out before you can cower away from it. "I get where you're coming from, I neglected you today and acted like a shitty friend. And I'm sorry for that."

You lower your gaze to the ground. Now or never. "But it's you, okay? It's always been you! I could travel across all Teyvat and even Celestia, but it's you and just you. So drop that thing you're on about please."

That was disgustingly corny. But hopefully did the trick, you guess.

A beat passes. Then two. You don't see his face, you don't have the courage to take a look at the mess you've made. Him being jealous didn't mean he liked you, not necessarily. Maybe you should've given him the TCG deck and call it a night.

Another beat goes by.

"So... You and Aether are not...?"

He's gonna be the death of you.

You groan, a guttural sound that shouts exasperation from the deepest parts of your chest. All rationality goes to hell as you drag him closer and slam your lips together.

You're kissing him. Archons you're kissing him-

There's no time for Cyno to react. You're pulling away in a frenzy, hoping the ground will open for the Abyss to swallow you right now. You kissed one of your friends only to prove that you're single, and in fact attracted to them. Could it be worse than that? More humiliating and disrespectful to him?

"I'm so sorry!" You wave your hands around. "I shouldn't have without your permission! Are you okay?"

You search his expression for any sign of discomfort; he looks absolutely flabbergasted, but somehow weirdly composed like a bronze statue. His lips -god you'd just kissed them- are parted in the slightest, his eyes wide and yet still. The calm before the storm.

He's showing yet another sentiment you've never really seen him wear.

"Again." Cyno says.

You blink. "Uh?"

You feel his hand slither behind you and circle your waist, as he pushes your body closer. His skin is running hot like the desert's sands and you curse at his choice, or better lack of clothes.

His silver hair falls like a curtain, his eyes sharp. Dangerous, even, if you're not careful enough.

"Please, do it again. I think I've just seen the gates of Celestia." He mutters close to your lips.

That sounds more like him. You can't help but snort at his choice of words, shuddering all the same. The implications of said words dig a flaming hole in your chest.

"How can you be so smart, but dum dum at the same time?" You whisper, one hand traveling to the back of his neck, the other busying itself with stray locks of hair.

And you dip in for another kiss. One you sigh into, one that can be called kiss, actually. It's slower, but full all the same, scorching hot, pushed by feelings that were repressed for too long.

Cyno locks his free hand at your nape, never possessive, although firm. Small sounds bubble in the back of his throat when you bite at his lower lip, then backs just enough to mutter a couple words.

"Can you really blame me? It feels like a dream coming true." He pecks your lips, then presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. "I was scared you'd chosen him."

"So, all those pretty words from before?" You exhale a breathy laugh, cradling his jaw.

"I'd give away everything I have and am if it meant you'd be happy. I could only wish you the best and support you." Cyno smiles, pouting after the next words leave his mouth. "But it doesn't mean I would be fully content with the outcome."

Your brain has turned to mush. This man is too dangerous for this world, a hazard for you and your poor little heart that feels like exploding. It's a threat to your common sense and rationality. But most of all, it's damaging your brakes.

What he's telling you should not be legal.

"Archons, come here." And you kiss, and kiss, kiss again and again. You map each other's bodies with your hands as if it was the last time you'd be seeing each other. You press your mouths, clatter your teeth, intertwine your tongues.

You're straight up devouring in the dead silence of the night, in a public space. But as indecent the sounds you're both making are, it feels as if the world around blurred and blended into nothingness.

You've found yourself with your back to a wall, somehow, a couple buttons loose, skin hit by the cold air of the night. You -surely more clothed than Cyno- are an absolute mess, whereas his appearance doesn't falter much even at your hands' mercy.

It's unfair, he's unfair. He has no right to be this damn perfect even in the face of chaos.

"Not here, Cy." You manage to utter. "Let's go home."

His hand stops halfway up your shirt and he detaches from your neck with a small grunt, red splotches forming already thanks to his work. He doesn't sound pleased with your choice, but wordlessly complies, knocking you off your feet and picking you up so easily it's unfair.

And embarrassing.

You deadpan. "Seriously?"

He finds your eyes, suddenly composed as if nothing happened. "You seemed quite unstable on your legs, dear."

You're audibly gasping at that, whacking his chest and glaring daggers. "You!"

"Let's continue it home, now."

Cyno is really going to be the death of you, in many ways you'd never even considered.

It's almost dawn when you finally let yourselves snuggle up to each other in the peace of your home. More like his home, since yours needs more than a bit of cleaning after months of disuse, but he's made it clear already: everything that's his is also yours.

Cyno traces patterns on the bare skin of your arm, as you card through the knots on the back of his head, formed after... Recent activity. He seems too lost in your touch to even be awake, when his fingers stop.

"What was the surprise, in the end? Was it the confession?"

Your hands still, your face tightening at the question. When did you even... Oh, right.

"Would you be satisfied if I said yes?"

He pinches you.

"Owie!"

"You should know that what has been of this night matters more than anything, to me. Of course I would be satisfied." Cyno raises a thin brow, as his hand starts to descend agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Was I not clear enough about my feelings? Perhaps you need a reminder-"

"Whoa, hold your horses, General." You chuckle, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaning over to your bedside table, where your bag had been thrown previously. "There was no way I'd come back empty handed after all these months, yanno?"

You pull out the wrapped box, place it in his hands. Cyno stares at it quizzically, but opens the packaging with care after you nudge him in the side.

Oh, his expression is so, so priceless. Cute, too cute, so cute you could die right now on the spot for excess of sugar in your blood. He looks like a kid who's just received the toy he oh so wanted and ranted about.

"It's not just any deck," You explain. "It's a deck made of cards I've gathered around from different regions. Some were more challenging to get, but I've been playing with you for a long time, haven't I? Of course I'd win."

Meanwhile Cyno takes the liberty to browse its contents, and just like you said, they're not from Sumeru. He's barely ever seen them, some are literally unknown, and he's ecstatic at the sight. How long did it take? How much effort?

"This is…" there's no right term to describe it. "Wonderful. You are wonderful, [Name]."

He goes for a hug and you feel like your bodies fit perfectly in each other's arms, as if it was meant to be. Right now, all that matters is this. And it will always be for all you care.

You smile into his shoulder, smooch the base of his neck. "Is it too early to say 'I love you?'."

"I would actually say we're late, Love."

"I love you, then, you Dum-Dum."

"I love you."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away."

You make sure Cyno slams his head as you throw him off the bed.

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