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[rosalyneslover]

BEFORE DAWN

chr: diluc

desc: you and diluc bond over the fireplace.

content: gn!reader, fluff, childhood friend!diluc, albedo’s assistant!reader

wc: 828

The rain hasn't stopped since you stepped foot in Mondstadt. Master Albedo requested that you make a trip to Liyue Harbor to collect some alchemy materials only found in the nation of Geo from a man called 'Zhongli.’ He was a kind gentleman, although a little odd with the old-fashioned way he spoke but that was none of your business. Your business involved the torrential rain that threatened to slip you onto the slimy mud that was stuck to your boots. You knew the Dawn Winery was only a minute's walk away so you decided to head there instead of going straight into the city which saved you from injuring yourself, if that happened, Master Albedo would never forgive himself.

This is how you find yourself heading to the fireplace of the Dawn Winery after Adelinde hurriedly ushered you inside from the rain as she prepares your bath. You find Diluc sitting in his favorite chair in casual clothes; it seems he's getting ready to retire for the night. He nods at you as you approach and you return the gesture with a smile. The clothes he's given you are unsurprisingly comfortable and warm, recognizing them to be Diluc's when he was younger.

"Your room is on the left, next to mine. Your bag is getting dried and the materials are safely stored in the chest in your room," You say your thanks before he sits up, heading up the stairs. You thought he's heading to bed so you decide to sit on the carpeted floor right in front of the fireplace. It's cold in the winery, not surprising when it's currently autumn but the rainy season doesn't help the already freezing temperatures.

You turn around when you hear footsteps behind you and you see Diluc carrying a dark gray blanket in his arms. Your eyes widen when he sits down next to you before giving you the blanket to wrap around your freezing form.

"I thought you were headed to bed," You whisper loud enough for him to hear against the continuous sound of rain outside.

"I thought I'd join you for a while, but… if you want to be alone, I could go." Diluc gestures behind him with his thumb, ready to leave if you would just say the word. But then he relaxes when you shake your head at him with a smile, "It's okay. I'd like the company."

A comfortable silence blankets you two. The sound of the embers’ sharp crackling in the fireplace and the rain’s soft tune when it hits the roof tiles mix together to create a beautiful comfy symphony as you and Diluc serve as their audience. Amidst the pleasant atmosphere—there’s still a coldness inside the winery, evident with the way Diluc’s hands shake on his lap. It’s clear he’s trying to hide it with the way he’s curling his hands into fists and the way he every so often uncurls them to fidget with the cotton cloth of his pants. Or… is he nervous?

“You’re cold,” If not for the weather, he would have been offended, thinking that you’re talking about his persona but he only stares at your face in confusion like he wasn’t just rubbing his hands on his pants to warm them up. You laugh at this which only confuses him more.

"You're cold. And this blanket is quite big for one person," You don’t say it directly but with the way he stares at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher, you could say for certain that he knows what you mean. Diluc could feel his face heat up at the thought of him and you under that huge blanket. Together. Close. Touching.

You kind of regret even suggesting the thought when it looks like Diluc is about to burst into flames and rival the flames in the fireplace but then he slowly scoots closer to you like you’re a creature that he wouldn’t want to scare off, maybe thinking that he was going to hurt you. He settles down beside you as he helps you wrap the blanket around his broad shoulders. He visibly relaxes when he doesn't feel the bitter cold biting at his scarred hands anymore. He’s like a large lapdog under the soft amber lighting of the fire especially when he tilts his head when he catches you staring at his face. You both look away from each other with content smiles on your faces.

You weren’t sure how or when you fell asleep but it doesn’t matter when everything you need at that moment is right there with you wrapped in a pretty red bow. Diluc sure feels the same as well.

When the morning light came and shone through the windows of the Dawn Winery, Adelinde could only stare at the two cuddled up over the fire. She smiles and walks out, opting not to disturb them.

It seems Master Diluc found a reason to love again.

— 07/27/22

[cheruib]

the story of saying goodbye to summer

[retaurd]

your last 5 nonface emoji describe how you will die

[psycheaphrodite]

Digital offering for my mother, psyche <3

[pyaari-naari]

Love language: hand picked flowers.

[charmingisdebatable]

*Is currently in a cage in the water of the Black Lagoon with @amaryllis--gardenfairy* *tiny glare* So you're telling me we're here because of you?

[knitmylove]

huabeam -> knitmylove -> octobersunkiss

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Since i'm selfshipped to Marky, this is his crush Pix, my Oggy bugsona

Pix is a sweet, curious and adventurous butterfly that enjoys her life of the floral naturals. Aside from her relationship with Marky, she appears nice to others such as Oggy, Olivia and her future brother in-laws Dee Dee and Joey

[rosalyneslover]

A LITTLE SPOT OF WARMTH IN DRAGONSPINE

chr: la signora

desc: going to dragonspine isn't the same as before.

content: gn!reader, angst

wc: 537

a/n: happy new year everybody! i offer angst.

You have never been to Dragonspine alone. It was always with Rosalyne. Your former lover. She’d always accompany you when you had plans to venture into the mountains. You don't know why she does it. You never knew why. Maybe she wanted to see the scenery. Maybe she just wanted your company.

Here you are, your back against the fluffy snow where you and Rosalyne always went to clear your head. A special spot where the cold wasn't as cold as the rest of the mountain, probably because it provided a clear view of the sun rising and setting. You two sometimes stay there to watch the sun disappear beneath the hills and cliffs of the city. Rosalyne always looked beautiful under the rays of the sun.

But it was different today. The sun runs its usual circuit before it begins to set once again. You shiver. But where's the warmth? Was it always cold here?

Was it just Rosalyne keeping you warm all this time?

Your eyes flutter open when you feel the presence of something familiar. Your eyes meet flaming red wings of a moth and you smile softly. You reach out a hand to touch it but you don't recoil this time, you don't take caution when the tiny flames lick at your fingertips.

You don't feel the burn that once was there.

"Hi," You greet with a sad laugh but you know the little thing wouldn't respond. They never do, but they make good company when you're in the barren parts of Snezhnaya.

"How are you?" Again, no reply. You don't expect one. You never did, after what happened. The flaming moth flutters gently in front of your face but not too close. It moves cautiously, as if scared to burn your delicate skin. Rosalyne once feared that she'd hurt you one day with her own hands. You guess her pets also took great caution with you.

"You know… Snezhnaya feels colder without you," You whisper as you cup the small critter in your cold hands to warm them up since she wasn't here to warm them up herself.

You sigh and glance away from the moth.

"I haven't gone back since the day you…" You don't dare finish the sentence. You shake your head, pushing away the memory to the back of your mind, "I don't miss Snezhnaya. I wouldn't ever miss it again," You sound resigned. You shiver when a cold breeze brushes against you. The thick coat around you tried its hardest to stay attached around your freezing shoulders. You place your right hand over the Fatui crest directly atop your aching heart. Once again, you close your eyes.

"As long as you're not with me, Rosalyne… Snezhnaya isn't my home. It won't feel like home again," At that, the flaming red moth disperses in the wind, leaving only embers that float through the air before disappearing. You feel colder, you suddenly remember how alone you truly are. Your other hand drops by your side and you go back to dozing off.

In the harshest cold of Dragonspine, you dream of the warmth of your former lover who got lost to eternity.

You never hated the cold so much before.

— 01/01/2024

[psycheaphrodite]

Thank you, mother Aphrodite for my self-confidence and my self-love ♡♡♡

[princess-tulip-writes]

Sharing is caring • Mor x reader x Azriel

“Is she always this much of a whore?” Mor chuckled to her friend and your mate, Azriel, as she watched you wiggle your ass for her fingers.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He replied, amused by how easily you seemed to adjust to someone new to play with.

His pride was hurt slightly, but he’d figure that out later. Right now his attention was one you, and the way your pussy lips glistened with sweet, sweet wetness.

“Is that so?” Mor purred to herself before leaning over the bed and placing her lips to your ear. “Would I be surprised by the slutty things you’ve done, dove?”

Azriel watched from behind, admiring to way your pussy clenched around nothing as the older female cooed filth at you, snaking her hand down your arched back and stopping on your ass, grabbing a handful to expel a moan from your pretty lips.

The sound of your whimper made Mor’s velvet lips upturn into a feline grin, and she palmed your ass once more, earning another soft whine from you.

“Such a nice ass, baby.” She moaned. “You like it when I play with it, gorgeous?”

Before you could response, your mate answered for you.

“She likes any kind of attention. Like I told you, she’s a fucking whore.”

The blonde rolled her eyes at his tone toward her. She moved your hair to the side before peppering open mouthed kisses to the hot skin.

“Isn’t that right, bunny?” He asked you, his voice softer.

Mor made note to the soft spot he had for you, and planned to use it to her advantage tonight. Watching the shadowsinger break because of you would be very entertaining to watch.

“Y-yes, sir.” You stuttered out, your whole body tingling from the special attention from the bombshell leached to you.

Azriel tilted his head and quirked a brow, unsatisfied with your answer apparently.

“Tell us what you are.”

You swallowed thickly, you mind blank from the way Mor sucked hickies on your sensitive neck, gathering the words on your tongue nervously as his gaze darkened. Pissing him off was not in your plans for the night.

“A whore. I’m a whore, sir.”

The sensational suckling halted, as you almost let out a whine from the loss of contact but you knew better. Azriel would jump at the chance of spanking the ungrateful out of you, especially now.

“Just ‘sir’? What about me?” Mor pouted to you, a cute jut of her bottom lip adoring her face to farther make you melt— it worked.

“I-I’m a whore, ma’am. I’m sorry for forget-oh!”

Without warning, the hand that had been groping your ass cheek, slipped between your plush thighs and pressed to your clit gently, her long nails grazing your sensitive folds.

“Do you really think she deserves that, Mor?”

Her hazel eyes snapped from your gasping face to the spymaster in the corner, sending him a deep glare his way for being so cruel. Maybe she was wrong about the soft spot after all… or maybe he’s just a prick.

“It’s my turn to play with her, I’ll give her whatever I see fit.”

Her gaze switched back to you before her fingers rolled softly over your bundle of nerves, smiling in delight as your arms gave out under you and your ass arched higher in the air.

“And if you criticize my rules again,” she shot him another glare, one more harsh and violent than the last. “You will leave. Got that, Azriel?”

Your mate scoffed but mumbled an agreement anyway, grumbling to his shadows about how unfair this was, you were his mate. But, nonetheless, he backed down and enjoyed the show.

“Good. Now shut up and watch as I make our pretty princess cum.”

[cheruib]

at the airport feeling #anxious for no reason

[miupow]

shaking fr (had to take a sec bc the long shirt was confusing me)

goes fucking insane

[levok]

All the pics you need to understand the energy of Martin and Juanjo.

Sweet baby boy angel child and chaos 💕

[totalswag]

OKAY EVERYONE!! 👀

it looks like the rafe series won the poll :) i will start getting everything sorted out very soon. i cannot wait for you guys to read this cause it’s been in my brain for some time now

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Pix was humming a little tune, while painting a little picture of herself, and as she gets to painting the green roach's head. The butterfly's wings flutter in excitement, looking at his little face makes her so happy.

She giggled with her flustered cheeks "That cutie. Isn't he such the little charmer he is." Her light salmon eyes flutter in order to keep focusing on her letter. With a feather pen in her small hand, she writes the message down onto the paper.

The butterfly also adds a green tulip and a purple tulip to her letter "This... this will be surely perfect for him." She said to herself.

––♡♡––

Outside right by Oggy's house. Pix flies over to the roaches' door of to where her charming lover lives, she walks to there. Then however, the insect starts feeling a bit shy, her two antennas drop down, and her face becoming flustered in light red blush.

She'd never spoken to that mischievous roach for days... or even weeks.

With his letter in her two hands, she placed it down onto their doorstep, she immediately rang their doorbell before fluttering off.

Joey opened the door. "What is it? Not suspecting any visitors—What?" His eyes were both confused and in suspicion, appearing that nobody wasn't by his door. He shrugged his arms, but when he looked down on the rug, which then made his eyes widen, a letter with two tulip flowers laid down.

The cockroach picked it up and raised his eyebrow at the designs. "To my...Bug Charmer..." He red the ink writing on the front. "Bug Charmer...? What's that name gotta do with me?"

"Joey, why are you looking at this letter? I wanna see it—" Dee Dee tries to reach for it but Joey pushes his orange roach brother out of his way to see the letter more, he sees the tulips but throws them away carelessly at his thin brother Marky.

Desperately wanting a turn, Dee tackles his older brother, causing the two to fight for the letter, which the purple cockroach lets go of it before fighting his brother.

Marky on the other hand sees the green and purple flowers together, he picks them both up in his hand, making his salmon eyes sparkle in delight till his face gets hit by paper. The green roach holds it out, from there he sees ink writing and reads it carefully

"To my... Bug Charmer... Bug Charmer, huh? Where did I heard that nickname from?"

Stirring with curiosity of that nickname, Marky unwraps the green ribbon of the letter, opening up the message itself.

It now reads;

"My Cute Bug Charmer."

"As i remember the time i saw your adorable little face, my body and wings flutter with excitement."

"You were so fun to get to know, you have such chaos and skill in you, and most importantly... your charismatic charm."

"I just... hope we can see each other again the next day... or perhaps a week later..."

"I love you my Mint Noodle."

"From your Fluttery Love..."

The cockroach's face after reading now turned light red, he backed up his legs but fell to the floor from his blushing struck face. It wasn't just from the message, he looked at the painted pictures on it. It was covered in hearts, tulips and himself with this familiar butterfly he met.

(dividers, F/Obruary prompts and header all owned by @strawbeaniie)