#(it's bc i don't have the patience for ruffles)

[quandledlngle69]

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HELLO MY FAVORITE AUTHOR!!!!( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING 100 FOLLOWERS MY LIEGE IT IS VERY WELL DESERVED UR WRITING IS ANGELIC🙏🙏

BUT ANYWAYS… im here to make another order since u feed me so well everytime i make a request👅👅

i really wanted to participate in the little 100 followers event but i am sadly not a fan of character x reader x character… so, can i get uhhhh another super pathetic kaiser one where uhhhh hes a vampire willing to burn out in the sun for a hit for human reader bc of how much he actually craves her blood since the last time he tasted her and uhhhhh he kisses the shoes she walks in and asks her to have him as her lover even tho her whole kingdom is against mythical beings or wtv and uhmmmm yeah THANK YEWWWWW

・. ★ HI GORGEOUS ⸜(ˊᗜˋ)⸝ .ᐟ Wait i can't believe I'm your fav author literally giggling and kicking my feet rn AAAAAAAA. thank you thank you thank you omg ily sm. Its totally okay that you don't like character x reader x character, it's not everybodys cup of tea so thats why I put single characters too :3. I'm sorry i was supposed to get this out for you like days ago but i was superrrrr duppper busy with college, I love you sm anon pls don't explode and keep sending me asks shjdjejdje.

☆ CONTENT: A vampire breaks into your bed chambers and bites you, after that he simply won't leave you alone. He begs and begs, even burning himself in the sun just to touch you. But what happens after a long day and his patience runs out, and he'll try everything in the book to get you to agree. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: vampires, royalty, kaiser being annoying, reader being royalty, fem!reader, kaiser begging, kaiser knowing reader likes him and using it to his advantage, kaiser being a tease, reader forced into the mating press, kissing, licking, biting, blood, pain, burning, kaiser worshipping reader, kaiser getting reader worked up. 'Eure Durchlaucht' – My Serenity/Highness. 'Bitte' – Please. 'Ich verspreche es' – I promise. 'Prinzessin' – Princess. ☆ PAIRING: Vampire!Kaiser x Royal!Reader. ☆ W.C. 1.4K. ☆ NOTE: This was for my 100 follower event :3 It feels a little rushed and sloppy, i proof read it twice but if theres an mistakes lmk.

Kaiser can only dream about the last time he had tasted your blood. 

A consistency thick and syrupy, like honey, not like the diluted contents of animal blood; no–something so, so sickly sweet, not like the overwhelmingly bitter, sour taste of other noble women. When his long fangs first punctured your skin, it was like biting into a crunchy apple, a sound that would make mortals nauseous, but it only riled him up more. His fangs were anything but dull, sharper than obsidian, it tore through muscles and nerves unapologetically.

The metallic scent of blood and the natural smell of your skin hitting his nose doubled the effect, your legs kicked and thrashed, but it was quickly shut down as he tangled his limbs with yours. You didn’t scream, per say, but the grunts and hisses that erupted from your mouth told Kaiser all he needed to know about the agony you were in. Your hands which fisted his ruffled blouse, sluggishly lost its grip, and only when you went slightly limp in his arms did he detach his lips from your warm skin.

He watched his spit mixed with your blood run down and pool in the crook of your collarbone, the area around the bite marks already blooming an angry red and blue.

The first words he spoke to you was a love confession. It was also the first time a women had slapped him open–palmed in the face. God, could you blame a man like him for being hungry? It's not his fault you left your bed chamber window open. 

Ever since that day, he had not left you alone. 

And even now, as you walk briskly down the empty hallways, you try to ignore the casual sounding strides of footsteps behind you. A sliver of light came from the shut floor curtains, stretching across the corridor to the wall, stepping over it as if it was an object in your way, you stop abruptly, whirling around to see he had paused short before the light. For a moment, his cerulean eyes flashed crimson as they locked onto your neck–he seemed amused, his smirk ever so wide.

“Just one more taste, bitte.” He murmured. 

“No.”

He sighed dramatically, as if your words of denial were an inconvenience. “You're being unreasonable.”

“And you're insufferable.”

His expression is unreadable for a moment, before he reaches out carelessly, exposing his skin to the sun's light to grasp the meat of your upper arm. The sizzling of his flesh was instantaneous, the curling of smoke from the exposed skin finally made you shove him back into the shade and against the wall. He didn’t even seem fazed by the pain, completely ignoring it as you glared at him like he had grown three heads. 

You jabbed at his chest with your manicured nail, “Is your brain that full of madness? Are you that desperate you'll risk turning to a pile of ashes?”

He overlooked your scolding, smiling as if everything was sweet in the world. “I can make it painless this time–”

“–And you could also make yourself disappear.” You snapped, pushing him away before storming off, and this time, he didn’t follow you, watching you turn the corner, disappearing. 

You had almost forgotten the whole interaction, having been worked to the bone all day from your princess duties. By the time the moon had risen to shine upon the kingdom, your body felt like an exhausted pile of jelly. You basked in the quiet atmosphere of your chambers, the warmth from the fireplace as the mattress of your grand bed dipped under your weight. You spread out on your back, your legs dangling off the bed. You could relax–if only for a couple of seconds, before the door swung open.

You just knew from the disregarded manners of knocking, that it could only be one person. You groaned out loud, too vexed to hide the displeasure you were experiencing from his mere presence. 

“Eure Durchlaucht,” he purrs, and your eye twitches. “A simple request, from a very humble subject–”

“Get out.”

He shook his head, tutting under his breath as if you were a disobedient child, shutting the double doors behind him. “Now now, I haven't even said my request.”

You didn't need to hear it fall from his lips to know what he wanted, he had been begging pathetically ever since that day, and you hadn’t gotten any softer. Clearly he was tired from feeding from the criminals in the dungeons, as he described them as ‘virtually disgusting,’ to you. It was that, or him asking you to be his lover for the tenth time after you told him if your dear old father (or the kingdom for that matter) ever found out, he would have been tied to a pole before dawn and left for the sun to finish him off. 

“Kaiser,” you replied coldly, your voice leaving no room for argument. “I said no.”

With heavy lidded eyes, you observed him silently approach, his figure drawing nearer to the foot of the bed. Your eyes search his for his intentions the closer he gets. Your mind working overtime trying to decipher what you could as his leg knocked your knees apart, slotting himself between them. You sit up on your elbows, your heart beginning to stammer in your chest at the proximity. His cologne encases you, something roughly between musky and metallic. His features were indecipherable, his cerulean eyes shining with a certain intensity that made you tremble. He looms over your form on the edge of the bed, and an audible exhale is heard from you, your body warnings going haywire. 

There was nothing malicious coming from him, no–but you had remembered behind the cocky and arrogant front, he really was a beast of the night. Michael Kaiser wasn’t a gentle man, you experienced that first–hand from meeting him. He wasn’t the most patient, either. There was no way your constant denying of feeding hadn’t cut through the thin thread of patience he harboured. At any point in time he could have taken what he wanted, whether you were fighting it or not. 

But he hadn’t.

His voice speaks out in the suffocating silence, his words boring a sense of desperate begging. “Bitte, Princess.” 

His voice breaks you out of your trance, blinking owlishly at him as your body tensed under his hold. “Kaiser, I said–” you swallowed hard, voice barely audible as it trailed off, eyes darting to his chest, anything but meeting his heavy gaze. 

His eyes narrowed at your sudden hesitance, his rough fingertips creeping down your leg, eventually wrapping around your ankle, hostling it up on his shoulder. A gasp tore from your throat at the sudden action, mortification filling you at the suggestive position he put both of you in. 

“Bitte,” he begs again, a little more breathless than before, his lips finding the pulse point on your ankle, kissing it softly. You knew what he was doing, and your breathing rapidly picking up must have emboldened him, as his mouth got bolder, nipping down to the skin of your calf. He was keeping eye contact the whole time, as if quietly commanding you to keep studying his affection towards you.

By the time his mouth had gone past your knee, your chest is heaving, your face down to your neck warm with an almost feverish heat. His pupils were blown wide with an assured starvation and yearning, his blonde strands of hair tickling your sweltering skin made you shiver lavishly, something that wasn’t missed by him. 

“I'll make it painless, Ich verspreche es.” 

He was still begging, but at this point your ears had simply shut off, only paying attention to the sensations he was causing on your body. His finger tapped the outside of your knee, and you mindlessly obliged to his request, giving him more room to settle in between your legs. His eyes flashed with something, as if his patience had truly run out. His big hands slide under both of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest, forcing you into a mating press, eliciting a loud yelp out of you. 

He was pushing his whole body weight on you, cheeky bastard. The skirt of your nightgown pooled around your hips, your legs bare. His choppy hair tickled your forehead, and you could feel his breath on your cheek. His head dipped even lower, peppering kisses up your jaw. “Bitte–” kiss, “–Bitte–” kiss, “–Bitte.” You almost choked on your own spit. The last straw was when he filthily, deliberately, licked the corner of your quivering lips. 

You finally yell out hoarsely in agreement, bolting upright, almost knocking into his forehead, making him laugh in amusement. Your shaking hand grasped onto his shoulder for stability, feeling feverishly overheated and disgustingly aroused. His hand left one of your twitching thighs to cup over yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles as he hummed, giving your dumbstruck face a kiss on the cheek.

His nimble fingers skill–fully undid the top buttons of your nightgown, brushing your hair out of the way, leaving your neck, collarbone and shoulder bare to him.

“I knew you would come around, Prinzessin. Now show me that pretty neck.”

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[troglobite]

me talking abt the m9 all the time: i love beau :)

me rewatching the first 13 eps of the m9: oh my god i hate beau /complimentary

she was, by FAR, the WORST person in the group at the beginning of the campaign

(my least favorite was molly for personal preferences, not for like. the same reasons. lol)

closely followed by? yep, caleb.

the problem is this

beau/marisha early on NEVER FUCKING LISTENED. above table, marisha had to adjust to being an incredibly suspicious, nosy, judgmental asshole who had to know everything. very different from keyleth! marisha herself likes taking notes and stuff, she's not ignorant by any means, but the RP required different things. it was an adjustment.

BUT ALSO.

beau's attitude problem is literally a plotpoint. it's why she and fjord become early friends: he's coaching her on how NOT to be such a massive fucking asshole, and how to get what she wants, bc she completely lacks the social finesse to do that.

and so she CONSTANTLY pisses me off and every other character off, and she is FREQUENTLY wrong and STUBBORN about it. lol

and then acts smug like she's RIGHT, which is infuriating. lol

but it makes sense on a character level.

caleb's entire problem is just not wanting to talk to anyone and having trouble being part of a group.

most of the issue comes from above-table stuff where they ASSUME that liam as caleb is hiding all the loot and treasure for himself early on, when that's not true.

he takes SOME stuff for himself, yes, but they insist that he's hiding or stealing, and all he's ACTUALLY doing is being patient and deliberate with dolling out information and items. lol

so like, ABOVE table, i relate to THAT a lot more, bc everyone else completely lacks patience and trust in a deeply annoying way, egged on by how they play their characters.

so his is more sympathetic above table, so i personally feel like it's less of a problem.

BUT yes, in terms of who ruffles the most feathers in the group, it's

beau

caleb

and then a couple steps down is nott.

she's not actually a PROBLEM in the same way. she can talk and communicate just fine. she's sharp and witty and also very clear with how she talks (makes sense, character-wise), so her only "problem" is wanting to steal that letter from fjord.

they label her a general thief bc of it, and bc she steals from random ppl and has a Problem w pinching things.

but that's not why she goes to steal from fjord, and they KNOW that, and then they trick her into spilling secrets, and then they don't take any of that into consideration when grilling her abt stuff later on.

jester says it:

"why would nott trust us after this, that was all REALLY mean just then!"

jester is the clear moral compass of the group, NOT molly, as many people like to say.

fjord is The Face, and that includes in inter-group conflicts.

molly likes to think he's a lot smarter than he is (which makes the fact that he said those exact words to nott very ironic) and thinks he's more impartial than he is. as if being functionally 5 years old and being raised in a circus makes someone unbelievably wise/better than others. lol

in reality, molly's detachment from history, life, connections, and meaning, apart from very few things, means that he's not invested in stuff very much. all interactions are the same, to him.

but jester?

jester cares so much abt harmony and communication and honesty and care. she's an absolute sweetheart. she plays jokes and likes having fun, but fundamentally, SHE is the moral compass.

yes, the one who trapped a man on a balcony while completely nude is the moral compass of the group. lol

she doesn't think it's fair to dogpile nott (and caleb in absentia) the way the group does, and SHE'S RIGHT.

fjord tries to defuse, but molly and beau WON'T LET IT GO.

fjord already had it out with nott abt stealing, and is mostly satisfied.

but molly and beau WON'T LET IT GO.

fjord and caleb clearly understand each other, but just disagree.

but MOLLY AND BEAU WON'T LET IT THE FUCK GO.

jester never cared.

and nott is like "fuck you guys" lol

anyway, jester is the actual moral compass of the group, not molly.

jester is just sometimes inexperienced and goofy enough to suggest things out of left field that she doesn't necessarily always MEAN.

her goal is never to swindle, cheat, or harm somebody who either doesn't deserve it or can't take it (trying to cheat those 2 guys in the tavern out of some money in a card game? small potatoes and she likes the thrill of it. everyone/everything else deserves it, or likewise can take the hit)

she's sheltered and spoiled and inexperienced, but her mom DID teach her right and wrong, and bc of her experience growing up, she understands social dynamics and when ppl aren't listening to each other, and when harmony/cooperation is missing. she's not the most adept at getting there, but she IS just straightforward. she's a straightshooter. she doesn't mince words.

anyway i'm rambling again.

point being:

beau EVENTUALLY becomes the serious brains of the operation and is an invaluable asset to the group and to the cobalt soul in terms of espionage and interrogation and connecting the dots of all the disparate parts.

but at the beginning?

she's selfish, brash, loud mouthed, rude as FUCK, terrible at listening, accusatory at all times, and only very minimally self-aware.

she's a failwoman in the best/worst way.

and she retains the parts of her that are intrinsic and manages to heal and grow in such a way that she can wield and appreciate those traits in a healthier and more helpful and strategic way.

utterly fascinating.

and then caleb learns to trust and gain allies. he learns to forgive himself, bc ultimately that's what was holding himself back the most.

everyone else goes on journeys as well, but those are the two biggest ones.

let's all recall caleb walking away from beau doing the silent scream of "I CAN'T FUCKING STAND TALKING TO THIS STUBBORN FUCKING IDIOTIC WALL OF A WOMAN I'M GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT" [this is me putting into words what liam simply roleplayed as him silently screaming and tearing his hair out lol]

he was Right for that lol

again, she changes/grows and gets so much better at listening. that was ultimately her problem.

why would she ever want to listen to anyone, given how her dad treated her? listening was the mindkiller, to her. lol

so selective hearing was her problem for SOOOOO FUCKING LOOOOOONNNNGGGGGGG

and it's cool that once she got past that she became such a wonderful person (still with rough edges) and able to finely hone her skills and strengths, and just such a lethal weapon on and off the battlefield.

[congolese-kitty]

i don't usually talk on here bc i prefer to just be the mysterious sexy african that occasionally pops in to chime in on black tumblr but this has been on my minddd so heavy.

it's said that love will find you when you least expect it. you go from the lonely, dizzying gloom of despair to the sun beaming down on you and a gentle breeze ruffling your hair.

you didn't even know it but you have so much more than you could ever imagine. but it's just ughhh the inbetween process of essentially having to "wait" that gets me. you gotta have some degree of patience to allow things to play out and come to you but it is agonizing.

especially when you can feel the love on the tip of your tongue, i want to so badly reach out with my hands and wrap it around the sun before it dissipates

it's driving me insane

[kyaruun]

so. fantasy outfits am i right <- excuses to draw ocs in outfits they will never ever wear

[ramblingdisaster73]

hi! i saw a few of ur posts and asks lately and i hope u don't mind me popping in to kind of rant a little. i haardd agree w what you've said re: ep03 and 4x04

403 really did hurt. and i get it. i get that it comes hand in hand with the angst, and i think. i hope (?) that they'll be ok in the end bc at this point, it's getting a little bit frustrating to me. i hated the line of carlos being like 'can't let go of a bad relationship' :/ ik its probably a really poor take coming from the writers but like. with the setup, framing, and tk looking at him after he said that line. what did they want us to think. i think there's a fine line between being petty and hurtful and being a jerk. and imo if i want to put more weight into that line (i probably won't, bc i believe its meant to be more like a throwaway line that we'll collectively ignore and won't resurface again), he's leaning towards the latter. i can't imagine the patience tk has rn

i did not like that, time and time again so far, tk is just being his non-confrontational self. and i get it, with the whole 'you lash out at you loved ones in the moment of extreme anxiety and loss of control, whilst knowing that he will be there for u through it all. through all ur messiness and ur shit, it's like a lifeline that he can hold on to.' hell, i did that too. and i love this sentiment, and i think ep1 - ep3 is them trying to show us this. except before we get their reconciliation in 4x04 (hopefully), these are what we have to work with.

i also read somewhere (i'm so sorry i'd forgotten who said it) that we might get more of carlos + iris reunion rather than a carlos/tk one bc it will carry more weight for carlos' character arc, and at this stage, i hate that i can see that happening, and i don't like it. i'm just asking for any sort of carlos/tk reunion to be cathartic af, after all of what we've they've been through so far. i don't think i'm asking for much atp 🥲🥲

(prev.) if this really happens, i hope it's in the context of like, iris reassuring carlos that she's not his legal responsibility anymore, that she's more than capable of taking care of herself, and that he needs to let go of the unfounded guilt that he's carrying towards this whole mess (ik this is controversial, but i would argue that iris carries equal responsibility as well and i blame carlos as much as i do iris, she could've reached out too, but i won't be getting into that), so that he can truly move on with tk. a clean slate, if u will. i won't be able to accept anything else.

i just. my god. i love tk. i want to give him a little hug. it's genuinely really painful to watch him in these 3 eps. i have no hope that it will ever be addressed. can u tell i just really need more tk/carlos scenes atp bc i do i miss them being a team and i don't like it when there's tension that we can never get closure too. i don't want to expect anything for 404 except that it'll probably be disappointing, just so i won't be let down again.

also as like a little sidenote, i saw the 100 in your bio and omg i was there (!!!!!) doesn't this (e.g. tim's post, ro and rafa's interviews) all feel like jrat + the 100 cast mess all over again. bc i see it. i'm not sure if you're aware of it back then, but it was like a whole mess between the cast and jrat and they had to keep defending his writing and lmaoooooooo history repeating itself over at ls here i see i see

i'm so sorry its so long. it got away from me. thank u for reading through all that tho if u did 😭 have a nice day/night!

This storyline has definitely ruffled feathers, a lot of them for a lot of people. The way they are only revealing bits at a time through this 4 episode arc is slowly driving us all insane – especially those of us that were not blessed with any sort of patience (that’s me, I have none) and want to know everything right now.

Just like 3x13 had some painful to watch scenes, so did 4x03 – but watching Ronen & Rafa this season has been a real gift – we care so much about these characters in large part because we know how much Ronen & Rafa love their characters, how much they respect the relationship that they are portraying, combined with their natural chemistry, makes Carlos & TK such a compelling people – as both individuals & as a couple.

-The first couple of seasons, we got glimpses of Carlos’ flaws, but they weren’t as obvious or as loud as TK’s, so many people just over looked them, some to the point where they don’t believe that he can do any wrong or that pretty people should always be forgiven because they are pretty.

*For this particular storyline – They had to pretty much exaggerate his negative traits: Control freak, self-blame, avoidance to the point of lies by omission, and his compartmentalization in order to have him learn more about himself (I think) If they had just kept him as he was in 3x13 with the petty chicken dinner, then we wouldn’t really be able to see him learn anything – it would just have been a continuation of his avoidance, without long term consequences.

– his traits/flaws had to be so in our faces, so that when he loses all of that – all control, all ability to compartmentalize, can’t lie to even himself anymore – we are feeling it with him, feeling him learn that this isn’t a healthy way for him to live.

*I have no clue what their intention for the bad relationship line was – but I do think it missed whatever the goal was since none of us can decide on the meaning. I am currently going with it is part of how they are exaggerating his traits (his pettiness in this case) to show how much out of the ordinary this whole situation is for him. I do think he is filled with so much guilt over Iris, that it almost froze him where she was concerned, especially since TK came into his life – and he realized that he could have something real. -thinking about it this way does make it more tolerable, at least it does for me.

*There is a fine line between petty and jerk, Carlos has been walking it like a tight rope since the minute that venue called, probably since the morning after he realized that he hadn’t dreamed up TK proposing. I think that the show is finally letting us see his other sides, we are seeing him start to unravel a little – he doesn’t know how to deal with it – THERAPY WOULD BE MY SUGGESTION, SIR! – so much damn therapy.

I am loving TK (& Ronen) this season – that man can say a lot with his eyes – especially when the script doesn’t give him words. I do think that part of his lack of an emotional response, isn’t that he doesn’t have feelings about what is going on (Carlos being married), but he sees how fucked up Carlos is over the whole thing – he knows that if he freaks out too, then everything will get worse – this time, even though shit is hard, the last thing he wants to do is run away or blow things up – and honestly, I love it. And I have written quite a few fics so far that have really helped me deal with the emotions that this storyline brought up.

*I do not think that there will be a whole lot of bottled up TK in 4x04 – I think he will be a fiery tornado with one goal in mind – as Ronen has said, we are going to see a different side to TK this season. I think part of that might be the way he processes his emotions/thoughts (plus he has a whole fandom to be mad on his behalf) – I don’t think TK will ever just roll over and let anyone (Carlos included) walk all over him - he has just learned to pick his battles, support his fiancé over himself when needed.

*I can’t wait for feral TK

I did say something along the lines of Carlos more important reunion would be with Iris over TK – to be honest though, I doubt we see a real reunion between Iris & Carlos at this point – BUT, my reasons for thinking that were what you said – that she might be the one that gets through to him that people are stronger and more capable than he gives them credit for – Both her and TK – as well as Carlos.

*We will get some type of emotional reunion between TK & Carlos on screen – I think that Tim loves to pull things apart – but he does it because he loves putting them back together. Someone pointed out that each episode has shown us another aspect of the Tarlos relationship – The understanding from TK in 4x01, the unit that they are in 4x02, what friction and stress can cause in 4x03. I think 4x04 will be another aspect to see.

-I am leaning that the bulk of the ep will be them separated – Carlos being held captive, torture & TK will be realizing he is missing/searching for him. I am also thinking that the amount of time on screen that they will be together will be similar to Push 3x04 – An emotional reunion (like at the hospital when TK woke up), then a domestic like scene (like the initial Tarloft scene), ending with some type of group scene (like the reopening of the 126) – obviously, I could be wrong – but that is how I am leaning as of now.

TARLOS IS ENDGAME & ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE WEDDING – is my mantra and I repeat it as necessary in times of need.

I also love TK, he is also probably the one I can relate to the most, so that helps (or not, depending on how you look at it). That mean needs all the hugs, he takes everything on himself (kinda like his fiancé), and wants everyone to be happy. I can’t get over how blessed we are with the cast that plays these amazing characters – they don’t feel like one dimensional characters – they feel real – this is why we care so much.

I think the difference between Tim & J Roth is that Tim is supporting his work & his cast/characters while J Roth killed off characters if his cast member needed time off for a medical/mental health issue or has a disagreement. I got lucky with the 100, my ship made it to the end, even if they were the ship with one of the smallest fanbases (sorry, I am a total Mackson fan – they are what brought me to tumblr & Ao3 in the first place), so I didn’t hate J Roth for the shit writing in Season 7 (also, don’t hate season 7 – see my ship for why 7x14 was a total gift for me)

*I really can’t see Tim treating any of this cast like J Roth did Ricky & Bob

*Tim will fuck with us though – and since he gives us such beautiful scenes (even the hard ones), I will forgive him. While he loves to tear our hearts out, he is sure to let us know that he will let these characters put them back in place. He knows that we love them, but he does deserve to be protective of his work (even when we don’t agree with him).

I enjoy reading people’s thoughts, adding my own, and welcome people sending me asks/their thoughts!                                                                   

[cinnamonest]

Okay but imagine... adoptive mother reader with Chongyun, Bennett, Razor and Xingqiu. This can be linked to that thought you once posted about the boys (Chongyun and Xingqiu) barely young adults and reader being something of a Guhua expert or an exorcist (and a little bit of those mommy headcanons lol)

So, this is settle with the boys a little bit younger, reader is a promising adventurer who despise being so young (early 20s) She have traversed half of Teyvat and made a name of herself. She comes back to Monstadt to see old faces and such.

She first arrives to Liyue and decides to rest for the day. She's strolling around the harbour, watching what's new and saying hi to old friends, when two boys running at high speed crashes against her and fall to the ground. Being the nice person she is, she helps them up and offers to take care of their bruises, to which they reluctantly accept bcs you have to always be wary of strangers.

While she patches them up, she starts to tell them stories of all the places she's been, noticing how the kid with amber eyes shine at the mention of she being in contact with a Real Guhua master (even if it was for only a month or so, but it is still impressive) and that she has a couple of books about the art and such.

Seeing his friend's happy reaction, the other boy with baby blue hair shares a bit of himself, and the small gasp that he lets out when the gentle traveler tells him she has seen a demon before! And even better, she got a charm from a successful exorcist from a far away land! How cool is that!?

After taking care of them, reader buys them a treat and guides them towards the inn she's staying to fetch up the items brought up in the conversation. When she gets back and gift them the items, the excitement that overcomes them was enough to jump and hug the kind lady, but the emotional moment was short lived as a young man similar to the kid with prussian blue hair and a older man with the same cat-like eyes as the aspiring exorcist approach them and retrieve their brother and son respectively, thanking the adventurer for looking out after them.

As morning comes and reader leaves at the crack of sunrise, it finally register in her mind that she never got the name of those two cute kids. Meanwhile, said pre-teens were musing about the same thing as the female, but what she didn't know is that her actions would actually leave a mark on these two for the years to come.

The travel from Liyue to Monstadt was beautiful but tiresome. A wave of nostalgia punches her on the stomach as the first batch of small lamp grass caught her attention, signaling that she has finally settled foot on the wildest part of the realm of freedom.

Trees grow thicker and small springs sprinkled here and there, the young female's pace quickens as she comes to terms that she won't make it today to the city, and it's wiser to camp out outside Wolvendom. As beautiful and relaxing the scenery was, she has enough sense to not turn a blind eye to the several claw marks and noises that she has spotted and hear throughout her walk.

Finally, after almost sprinting for a while now, the exit of the forest makes itself visible, and with a small sigh she slows her pace to walking speed. She was about to reach the Waypoint when a rustle from a nearby bush caughts her attention.

With only slowing down a little bit, she turns her head to the source of the noise, body tense and hand on her dagger just in case it was a Hilichurl or a Wolf. But what a surprise it is, when rather than eyes catching rough grey fur or a mask, a young boy with eyes as sharp as the furred beasts she's being weary of meets her surprised orbs instead. There's a certain curiosity in that ruby gaze, but she couldn't appreciated them more as she took notice of the whole human being in front of her.

What little clothes he had, they were all in a shameful state. The wind picked up and a gust of cold breeze touched the two humans, but only one of them shudder at its touch.

Seeing that, the female removed there coat and slowly, approached the boy. He took a couple of steps back and a snarl arises from his throat, hopping to stop this strange human from getting any closer. The female got the message, and crouched to meet his eyes on a same level.

She extended the hand holding the jacket, and with a patience of a saint, waited until the kid shuffled by his own to sniff the offered item. The female smiled, and was about to say something, until a howl broke the silence, and the boy clutching the jacket jumped from his spot, sprinting at a remarkable speed to were the noise came. He only stopped to turn around a give a small wave to the female, just to dissappear through the dense foliage that compose Wolvendom.

The adventurer dusts her clothes, and wishes the bests of lucks to the kid before returning to her destination.

That night, after finding comfort on one of the lone red tents meant for travelers, the Sound of small footsteps on grass alerts her and she rises from her almost slumber, only to find a small bunch of wolfhooks beside the tent.

Just like how she did in Liyue, when the first rays of sunrise emerged from the horizon, she sets off to the city.

After half a day of walking, the gates of her hometown greets her as she walks down the bridge, a small sigh of happiness escapes her as she takes in the sight of the streets she grew up in.

Her first stop was the to the adventurer's guild. As she greets and waves to old friends, the boisterous laugh of a man caughts her attention, turning her head to look at the source of the voice.

Her eyes widened and a smile just as big formed on her face, she walks towards the two figures in front of the guild's desk, the man being accompanied by a young boy with greyish hair was none than the person who cheered her on following her dreams of travelling all of Teyvat.

She hugs the man without notice and the man is throw off his conversation with the woman behind the desk. The face of the girl, now a young adult, greets him and he couldn't stop the overflowing of his emotions and hugged back the female. She's like a daughter to him, just like how he thinks of a son to the boy looking at them.

They share a couple of words before the female notices the boy besides them. Still being high from finding her mentor, she kneels before the boy and ruffles his hair, presenting herself and informing him that she's and adventurer just like the old man.

The boy's eyes shine at the mention of adventure. Does that mean that he has a mom now!? You do look far younger that his dads, but it's the same, right?

He surprises you when he voices his thoughts, and you chuckled a little at his cute face. You pinch his little nose, and with a smile you tell him you'll are honoured to be his mom, sharing all of your knowledge with him and experience with the outside world.

The boy, Bennett, as he shouted at the top of his lungs after your affirmative, lunged at your still kneeling form and locked his little arms around your neck, securing you in a tight hug. The force made the both of you to fall on the ground, but his happiness was so contagious that you couldn't careless about that.

As the years pass by, and your connection with the four boys strengthen, you saw them grow into strong young men, a feeling of proud sparks at the thought of being one of the big influence for them to reach the point they are now in, as you provided them with all types of knowledge and artifacts that you managed to get in your travels. You do feel like a proud mom of her four sons.

But... as pure as your feelings are, the four young men can't share the same sentiment. Or at least not in the same platonic way. They know that you don't feel the same as them, but you would never deny your boys their happiness, wouldn't you?

So, what would you do, when they finally decide to take action on their feelings, and the prospect of your sons crossings weapons just to have you for themselves is rearing it's head, will you choose one of them?

Or, in a surprise turn of events, they agree on sharing you with each others, as in the end they were taken care of by the same person they addressed as mother, creating a sense of brotherhood between the young males?

(Did you guys noticed that there's almost never a mention of mothers in Genshin? I think everyone has mommy issues lol)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon i’ve ascended?? 

Im crying envisioning like. The thing is all these other boys have some sort of army to back them up. Xingqiu’s got rich people guards... bennett has fischl and his dads... razor has a pack of wolves... Chongyun over here by himself just like :)

But also... imagine a poly of four yans at once... fuck there would be no end to your constant suffering bruh