#| Genshin Impact 🌓 |

[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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[nyxthejinx]

FINAL UPDATE: it's done.

OH MY GOD PLEASE

PLEASE OH FANFIC WRITERS I BEG YOU OKAY SO GENSHIN MEN RIGHT WHAT IF WHAT IF WHAT IF THEIR S/O’S LOVE LANGUAGE WOULD BE BITING THE OTHER??? LIKE PLAYFUL BITES, SMALL NIBBLES, LITTLE SMOL OM NOMS. PLEASE I’M ON MY KNEES

[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 not open yet!

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 not open yet!

Miscellaneous:

(mostly Fontaine, traveler) Skadi not open yet!

(mostly Mondstadt, traveler) Fern/Tracheophyta not open yet!

(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”

[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

(⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠ Other stuff from the blog:

Life updates

General silliness

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

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TAGLIST

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

Only in the Cover of the Night (SungJinwooxReader)

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)

Non-Giyuu Demon Slayer Fic: Never a Dull Moment With You Around (YoriichixPillar!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) 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!!!

☆ He/Him They/Them

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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]

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]

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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[nyxthejinx]

Hello! How’s your day/night going?

May I request a drabble of Diluc with an g/n s/o that haves fox’s ears? Like Miko but it’s pointing upwards not down. And their ear’s go with their emotions ;

Happy = go straight up

Sad = slowly go downwards

shy/embarrassed = go downwards really fast

If not that’s completely fine! Have the good rest of your day/night!

Archons-know-how-many-months-later, my night's going pretty well, sleep deprivation aside. I'm sorry it took so long, but it was an interesting prompt to go with. I'm not fully satisfied with how it came out, but I hope you'll like it anyways &lt;3

𝐓𝐖: Nothing but fluff, one kiss. It's a misunderstanding but comical.

𝐅𝐭.: Diluc - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Hanging With the Boys - OMORI

Diluc has always been secretly fascinated by your ears.

He never really brought up the topic or pointed out anything, fearing it would make him sound rude and you feel uncomfortable. And yet still to this day he founds endearing the way you show emotions through them.

On most days they'd be staying up proudly, paired with one of your unresistable smiles, while on some occations he'd seen them bend like a withered flowers, pulled downwards just like your lips in a sign of sadness.

But his favourite has to be without a doubt the sight of them flattening in a heartbeat, as you poorly hide that clumsy shyness he's grown so fond of.

What Diluc doesn't like, though, are those days when they're leaned backwards, forming a sharp 90 degrees angle with the back of your head. Days when you're upset, annoyed at something and/or someone.

Days when he automatically returns on his footsteps and tries to figure out whether it was his fault or not.

Today is one of those days.

It had started in the morning, with you marching down the corridor and completely ignoring the open door of his office. Being with his nose buried in paperwork, Diluc didn't exactly notice the lack of usual "have a good day" kiss. It was Adelinde who pointed out your strange behaviour and rang the bells in the back of his mind.

But why? He'd come home earlier yesterday, cuddled on the bed while you read your book, had a nice dinner together and slept with you in his arms. You'd kept your ears pointed all the way up the entire time!

Was someone bothering you? Did he subconsciously annoy you? Were you feeling unwell? Should he call a doctor?

"Please, calm down, master Diluc," Adelinde sighs, as she dusts the libraries in his office. "If they were in any pain they'd voice their discomfort. Master [Name] knows how concerned you get over their wellbeing."

Diluc, on the other hand, is having none of it. "I wouldn't know, Adelinde." He sinks in his chair, a frown etched on his forehead. "We're both well aware of their stubborness."

"You ought talk to them, then." She says. "Communication is the key."

Communication is the key.

Well, it is either the key for peace or chaos, Diluc thinks, an idea that's surely bound to fail popping up in his mind.

Candles? Lit. Table? Set. Dinner made by the man himself? Ready to help you ease the mood, it's your favourite after all.

It took him the rest of the evening to lay everything out for when you'd be back. It's a bit old fashioned, nothing too special, just like he is, but he knows you like it exactly this way.

Adelinde actually shook her head at the length he was going for this whole ordeal. But anyways-

Diluc stands by the window, waiting for any sign of your arrival. He focuses on his dull reflection, checks the outfit he'd chosen -casual, but still flattering in a way- and perks up upon seeing your figure approaching the manor.

He squints and- yes, your ears are still bent backwards, but not completely: more like a perturbed neutrality.

Well, make or break.

The door clicks open and he hears you shuffling around.

"Welcome back, Love." He makes his way to the entrance, hoping to look natural in his movements. When in reality he's a nervous wreck. "Let me help you with that."

Diluc gives you a small smile, makes quick work of your jacket, hanging it to the rack and subtly pushing you towards the decorated table. He doesn't give you time to ask any question, nor elaborate your confusion and stupor, as he accompanies you by the small of your back.

"How was your day?" He questions. Meanwhile he's already moved the chair, waiting for you to sit.

"Uh, fine, I guess?" You don't hide your hesitancy, as you lower yourself on the cushioned seat with a quirked brow. "What about you- this," You gesture around yourself, then towards Diluc. "What's the occasion?"

Diluc pushes you into position. He clears his throat, hands stilling on the seat back. "You seemed... Off, earlier this morning, Love. I was hoping a nice dinner would ease your mind."

"I prepared your favourite." And with that he slinks away. Or at least tries to.

You're quick to latch your fingers onto the sleeve of his shirt. "'Luc, I appreciate the thought, but I'm pretty sure there's something more going on."

You yank him gently, force him to face you fully and look at you in the eyes, when you notice that his gaze is aimed a little above yours.

"...Well?"

He stares up, back down, up again. And then he sighs. He sounds absolutely mortified. "It was my intention to have a chat about your sour mood. You appeared distressed when you left the Winery, your..." His cheeks start to gain colour. "Your ears. I've only ever seen them that way after an argument, or whenever you're upset. I was worried I enraged you unknowingly."

His free hand flies to cover the lower half of his face, as if he knows he's blushing like mad, while his eyes wander to the floor. Diluc looks like a kicked puppy, poor thing.

And suddenly you chuckle, your ears perking all the way up like usual. As if nothing at all had happened.

"'Luc, Love, I'm sorry." You smile. "I wasn't mad at you!"

"U-Uh?"

"Remember the book I was reading before bed?" You place both your hands on his biceps and get on your feet. "Well, I read the few pages I had left right this morning. And I didn't like the ending at all."

Oh. Oh.

So it was about the book.

Diluc stares at you dumbfounded. He's overheating, and he doesn't know if it's from shame, stress discharging or the incredible proximity of your bodies.

He feels your hands slide all the way up, locking behind his neck as your face inches closer and closer. A soft, yet amused smile pulling at your lips. "You're too sweet for this world."

And you peck him, quick but loving nevertheless. Take a step back and pat his chest. "You said you cooked my favourite, right? Can't wait to dig in."

And you sit once again, starting to ramble about your real day with a cozy enthusiasm he loves so much.

It takes him another ten seconds. But then he smiles, gazes at you with eyes brimming with adoration.

How he loves seeing you with your ears up.

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[nyxthejinx]

How about first kisses with the genshin boys

Be me: fed up with everything. Still awake at 3am. Answering the first ask EVER on this blog.

I might be repeating the same concept again and again down there, but I find it fascinating how many different shades it can assume depending on the point of view. Thank you for asking, sorry for being late and enjoy🥲

𝐓𝐖: Nothing but fluff

𝗙𝘁.: GN!Reader

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜

Your first kiss with Diluc feels like a ray of sun in a chill, windy day. It's tender, hesitant, as he's not experienced in such delicate matters, and yet conveys perfectly the love he holds for you. His lips are scorching, a bit rough, but never hurt yours as they stumble in the process of learning.

His body, at your hand's mercy, feels like an untouched candle, now lit up for the first time. It takes a bit for the fire to melt the wax, for the scent to fill the room, for the candle to bare itself.

It took a bit, but Diluc is now baring himself to you, stripping off his armor and showing you what lies behind his bitter and serious façade.

This first kiss tastes of vulnerability.

𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

Your first kiss with Kaeya takes him by surprise.

He was being flirty as usual, mischievously cornering you in hopes of seeing your flustered face once again. But you weren't having any of that, and just when he looked so confident in his achievement you crumbled his resolve with a simple kiss.

You felt his soft, tepid lips shiver against yours, his breath captured in his lungs. You'd found a weak spot he himself had yet to discover, touched those depths of his heart he'd concealed with great care over the years.

He didn't try to rise his walls again, that time. He let your light flow in, just like the dawn of a new unpredictable day.

He gives you a first kiss that tastes of sincerity.

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

Your first kiss with Wanderer is a silent promise, a wordless request advanced by none other than the puppet himself.

Even with his thorns down he shows rough edges, brash mannerisms. He's clearly never done this before, but it doesn't stop his confidence from seeping through. His lips feel almost too perfect to the touch; smooth, warm, god-crafted.

And yet there's something different in the hold he has on your cheek. A stark contrast to the nature of this kiss, and the man himself. It's slow in its movements, faint in his touch. It's everything you'd never expect from him, it's almost pleading.

"This is who I am." It says. "This is what I look like." It affirms. "And you're the one I'm sharing this secret with." It whispers.

He's bestowing you his trust, with this kiss.

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[nyxthejinx]

Cyno brainrot is real 🤯 All I can think of rn is how competitive he would be in card and board games. Win or lose doesn't matter, it's his only way to relax from duties and work as General Mahamatra. Cheating isn't allowed.

And if he does find out which he will eventually,

Dinner is still wonderful as always, but dessert is revenge best served cold after all.

New follower here and congrats on the 100 followers! Have a wonderful day/night!

Thank you for your kind words anon, I'm so so soo sorry it took months to answer 😭 I'm pretty sure this isn't what you were thinking with the revenge thing, but my brain forced me to type this... AGAIN I'M SORRY FOR I HAVE SINNED😭😭

TW: slight allusion to NSFW business but nothing explicit. Written by a late 17 y/o, read at your own discretion!

Tagging it as a smut cus... If any of you wants to elaborate... (In that case credit me PLS)

Cyno is one of those ppl who tryhard so bad in games and say "I find it relaxing". Bro? How? Aren't you popping a blood vessel?

Apparently he's completely fine, focused and dedicated but still having his fun. Untill he catches their opponent cheating. That's when he subconsciously switches to his work personality, when you can see the veins in his neck stick out under his skin.

And if you're the one who's cheating, caught red-handed with a smug-ish smile on your face?

It was hard to figure out his feelings the first time it happened. He'd never hurt you, probably not even start an argument over it. You would've expected some kind of bitter disappointment maybe, a quiet sigh and something along the lines of "you could've told me you don't enjoy my competitiveness."

But... He looks... Stoic and eerily quiet? His eyes are a couple shades darker, his jaw tense. Perhaps he IS going to give you a taste of his Mahamatra authority somehow. Perhaps you kind of fucked up-

That's when he stands abruptly, cards forgotten on the table, game ruined. He looms over your figure as if he was double your height, looks down at you with this indecifrabile twinkle in his eyes. And right when you're about to apologise honestly,,,

He picks you up as though you were made of feathers and throws you on the nearest couch/bed. Gives you zero time to fully realise what's going on, he's already breathing down your neck and muttering how "a punishment is in order for the cheater."

Well I, uh, good- good luck Hun, you'll need it...

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