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kaeyas-beloved · 2 years ago

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It’s The Way He… || #2

Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Dainsleif, Heizou, Itto, Kaveh, Xiao, Wanderer

Summary: Just cute/heartwarming/breath-taking things he does <3

Genre: Fluff + Snippets

CWs: gn!reader (you/your), injuries (Cyno), petnames (my love; Kaveh),

a/n: did a pt. 2 because the last one got lots of love and I though they were really cute so I wanted to do some others <3

|| Pt. 1 ||

Alhaitham

It’s the way Alhaitham props his chin on you - your head, shoulder, just whatever is easiest at that moment - as you read. His eyes, a beautiful mix of green and orange, will skim the page you're on. It's no quantum physics or retelling of historic events, but if you like it then he'll give it a chance. Just, don't be too upset when he asks you to read faster, he wants to know what happens next is all.

"Are you almost done? I've finished the page. What? What's that look for?"

Cyno

It’s the way Cyno is so serious as he dresses your wounds, a stark contrast to the genlteness of his touch. It doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut, a rash, burn or a gash from battle, it’ll receive the same level of attention and care from the general. If he had it his way he’d get Tighnari to fix you right up, because at least Cyno knows you’re in good hands, but that can’t always happen, so he’s your next best. In a way that’s alright, at least this way he can personally see to it that you’re looked after.

“This will sting a little, sorry, but it has to be cleaned. I’ll try to lessen the pain as much as I can and finish quickly. If you’d like, I can tell you some jokes to take your mind off of it?”

Dainsleif

It’s the way Dainsleif never forgets the little details about yourself. You could mention it once and he’s already committed it to memory, he's committed you to his memory. For 500 years he's walked alone, maybe not always physically, but it still felt like there hasn't been anyone with him. You are the first connection he's had in so long, and even if he's doomed to live long past you, the image of everything that creates you, he’ll will himself to remember for as long as he can, because just the thought of you makes him feel like he's alive once more.

“You told me once that the stars brought you peace. I thought it’d be nice to look out at them tonight, for they too do the same for me. However, if I was to be truthful, you, without a shadow of a doubt, bring me the most peace.”

Heizou

It’s the way Heizou leaves a riddle on the kitchen counter for you every so often before he leaves for work or errands. There’ll be clues scattered around the house for you to find as well, each one becoming more cryptic than the last. Of course, he knows you well enough to not make them so tough you can’t figure it out. He wants you to receive your prize after all~

“Did you figure out today’s riddle?” … “Heh, that’s correct, I knew you’d get it! Now, come and claim your reward. I think you’ll really enjoy it this time~”

Itto

It’s the way Itto runs up to you the instant he sees you in the streets of Inazuma, arms ready to grab hold and lift you as high as he can or as high as you allow. He'll even do a little spin with you he's that happy to see you. It doesn't matter if you’re alone or with someone, he is a loud and proud oni who shows off the person that owns his heart!!

"There you are my partner-in-crime, my beetle battle buddy, my number one! Say, if you're not busy how about you tag along with me? I just found this awesome raman place that's pretty cool if I do say so myself. How about we check it out?"

Kaveh

It’s the way Kaveh readily helps you with your outfit and any bells and whistles that go with it. As a renowned architect there are times where he’s invited to formal events, and you are his first go to for a plus one. And where there’s formal events there’s formal attire, and the hassle of making sure everything is perfect. Be it a tie or some piece of jewelry, Kaveh and his keen eye for detail are there to help attain that perfection.

“Ah, here, let me help. Sometimes, it takes another pair of eyes to catch if something’s off. Of course, you look stunning regardless my love. There, shall we head off?”

Wanderer

It’s the way Wanderer stumbles to match your pace. For as long as he's lived he's moved at his own pace, never once slowing or playing catch-up for others. For you though, he'll stop to admire the things he's overlooked due to his immortality, he'll race to make sure you don't run too far from him that he can't raech you. No longer does he run away from those he loves, now he runs alongside them.

"What? You stopped for a flower? It's pretty? Please, I can think of many more things that are prettier than some flower, but I suppose we have some time. Who am I to stop you from doing what your little heart desires."

Xiao

It’s the way Xiao carries with him the little gifts you give. May it be a flower, a picture, a letter or another object of some kind, the yaksha will have it tucked into the safest pocket he has. To you it may have just been something you picked up or made while thinking of him, but for Xiao, it’s his good fortune charm. Something that has a tangible weight to it, his constant reminder that someone is waiting for him back home. However, he can never bring himself to tell you this, covering up the why he brings it everywhere with some barely strung together excuses or redirections.

“Of course I’d take it with me, why would I not? Huh? You think I’d have no real use for it? Tsk, you still don’t know the ways of the adepti, do you?”

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lxvebun · 2 years ago

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bleeding stars

buns notes: *point's at the khaenri'ah boys* these bad boys can fit so much angst in them

content:Dainsleif/Albedo/Kaeya x gender neutral reader. Angst/Slight hurt+comfort. 2.6 archon quest storyline in kaeyas. Mention of immortality and death and souls. Self destructive urges (Dain) blood(Kaeya/Dain) pushing my Kaeya is the prince of Khaenri'ah agenda. Broken glass. Fainting. Panic attacks. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

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Cursed with immortality, it's not a surprise he'll grab any taste of death that he can. Throwing himself into what would be impossible and deadly battles, taking comfort in the sounds of swords clanking against each other and the warmth of blood dripping down his skin.

These self-destructive urges have dwindled a little ever since you joined his side. It's easier with you beside him. when you're around He's too busy indulging in the warmth and love you bring him, cherishing the feeling of your lips against his skin and your fingers tracing heart shapes on the back of his hands. too busy enjoying the relief your love brings him.

However, the burden of the curse, his thoughts, the pain gets too heavy to bear alone when you're not there. It's a spiral downwards into a dark place and the urge to throw himself into the most dangerous parts of teyvat is at its strongest. Though for now you're able bring him back into the light and soothe the pain, the thoughts don't stop for a while. He's only feeling like this when you're not there, and because of his curse, there will come a time, many years from now, when you won't be able to save him anymore.

He likes to believe you will. Although he would never wish you the pain of the curse cast upon him, can you really blame him for indulging in thoughts of you being by his side for as long as he lives?

He started to keep a journal with him, to write down everything about you, everything you have said to him, what you two did during the day. there is no doubt he will search the grounds and the heavens for a cure, a spell that might break the curse, something to severe its ties to him, so you can grow old together. But he's so afraid to be without you. Keeping a journal of everything about you is his way to eternalize you, and maybe, if you do leave, he'll be able to survive it.

Albedo

Albedo never believed he had a soul. Born out of alchemy, instead of two hearts that loved each other enough. It didn't surprise him when he didn't feel emotions as strong as the others, he doesn't even remember ever spilling a tear. That's one of the reasons he's an alchemist, to understand the world, the people in it, and around him. In his view, he could never comprehend it through emotions such as wonder, love, and heartbreak. how could he when there's nothing inside him?

You changed a lot when you came around. His old beliefs were challenged from the moment he laid his eyes on you. Was it normal for his heart to beat this fast? Was it a malfunction? Why was it that he can't seem to stop staring at you, memorizing all the details on your face, the subtle changes in your expressions? And what was with the blood rushing to his cheeks every time you're gazes met?

After spending days up on Dragonspine, running countless tests on himself, and writing notebooks full of his symptoms, there was clearly nothing wrong with his body. And for the first time, he was able to understand curiosity

As you grew closer to each other, you continued to challenge his beliefs every day. The first time he laughed uncontrollably, you were beside him, laughing right along with him.

He shed his first tear when you were badly wounded in a commission. The pain and anger of seeing you hurt are emotions he hopes to never experience again.

The warmth and soft happiness spreading through his body whenever you looked his way, smiled at him, touched him...

Is it possible for souls to be external beings?

You're the only thing that truly makes him feel alive, human even.

Perhaps he does have a soul, you.

Kaeya

Lets imagine kaeya was affected by the 2.6 archon quest as well

Everything is muffled, his vision is dotted with occasional flashes of..stars? and it feels like his head is about to explode. Is he still breathing, is his heart even inside his chest he can't even tell. As if poison is pumping through his veins and burning him up from within, he feels only searing hot pain throughout his entire body.

just a few moments ago he was with Diluc and you in Angels Share, so why is he seeing blurry flashes of crumbling castles and broken crowns? why is he hearing muffled sounds of machinery, and who is that masked man calling him...prince Kaeya? There is no sense to anything and the pain prevents him from assessing the situation

Through the pain be can make out subtle touches to his forehead. Is it you? Are you still there with him? Please, please say that you are because he's terrified.

He's trying to make out what the muffled sounds are, hoping to hear you

"GET A HEALER!" diluc?

"Kaeya, please open your eyes" thank the archons it's your voice.

Just as suddenly as the pain came, it faded away and he found himself breathing again, sitting upright, clutching his throat, and breathing deeply. The dots in his vision are slowly clearing and he can now see the teary-eyed look on your face, as well as a very concerned Diluc pulling Jean inside

He's on the floor, you're there with him and his hands are bleeding from the glass that shattered in his grasp.

Despite the pain being over, and knowing he's in good hands, the things he saw, that man calling his name....panic is building in his chest as he shoots straight into a panic attack. bloodied hand desperately grasping yours

"Don't leave me alone, please Y/n"

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kleincantwrite · 2 years ago

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Stuck - Dainsleif - #2 NSFW

Modern AU - You and dainsleif get stuck in an elevator together

Synopsis: Pure smut.

Content warnings: Sexual themes, Fantasy sexual scenario, mentions of getting caught, Penetrative sex

Rating: NSFW.

Authors note: Scroll down for the male and gender neutral versions, they are all included in this piece of writing.

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part: FEM reader

You lean in to kiss him, pulling him by his shirt, grabbing his hips as he wraps his arms around your waist, hands trailing down to your ass, holding you. He pushes his lips further into yours, turning his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, his tongue pushing out and into your mouth. A deep, warm kiss. Your shoes tap on the cold floor as you move to push him gently against the wall, with him obliging, not seeming to mind. His hands trail over your body, searching for the zipper on your clothing. You pull a hand towards his, pulling his hand to the zipper on your skirt, letting him pull it down, your shirt coming free from being tucked in. Your skirt pools at your ankles, and you kick it away, moving away from the kiss to quickly take your shoes off.

He pulls at your shirt, trying to get it off quickly, a button pops off and goes flying onto the floor. You glare at Dainsleif, scrunching your brow as he simply grunts, throwing your shirt to the side before hooking his thumbs under the front of your bra and pulling it down, just under your breasts before tugging on one of your nipples, squishing at your breast. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his hands moving around your body.

You tug at his belt, pulling the buckle loose and removing it from his pants, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants down slightly, watching them bunch around his thighs. You rub your hands down his hips, noticing that his cock is straining in his boxers, a wet patch forming at the tip, his pre cum dribbling through the fabric, dripping down his boxers. You move your hand over his dick, palming him through his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear. He lets out a breathy groan, barely audible, but still noticeable.

He moves his hands away from your breasts to the back of your bra, carefully unbuckling it with slightly shaky hands, probably from both the cold of the metal elevator that you're in, and the fact that your hand is still on his cock, your other hand resting on his perfect hips. He undoes your bra finally, pulling it off you and tossing it towards the corner. He dips his head down, pulling you in by the waist, one hand groping your ass, the other tugging at your panties, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, flicking it with his tongue. The odd sensation sends shocks towards your cunt as you move towards him to grind yourself against his thigh. You feel him pull at the elastic of your panties before pulling them down, letting them slide down to your ankles as you step out of them, immediately feeling his hands run down to your pussy, running his fingers over your clit, before moving his hand further down to push a finger inside, using his pre cum as lube.

As you pull his cock out of his boxers, playing with the tip, he hums in satisfaction and starts bucking his hips gently into your hand. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly, he starts to add another, scissoring them inside you, moving them around and trying to find that soft spot inside you. You tighten your hand around his cock, earning a deep, long groan as his dick dribbles out a drop of precum. He pulls his fingers out of you, before detatching his lips from your tits. Reaching up to his collar, he starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly, hiking his thigh up to your cunt, urging you to grind against it while he busies himself with pulling his shirt off.

As he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor before quickly grabbing you by the hips, moving away from the cold metal wall of the elevator and opting to push you against it. You grunt and squirm away from the wall, the cold metal feeling harsh on your breasts. He chuckles under his breath, leaning over you and sucking a hickey into your shoulder, before sliding his dick onto your ass, tapping it against your back. You look back at him, wanting to watch mainly out of nervousness. He glances at you as he guides his tip to your cunt, then pauses, looking into your eyes patiently. You nod, feeling him put one of his hands onto yours, holding it against the wall as he pulls you by the hip onto his cock. Dainsleif's dick was thinner than average, but it was long. Roughly 9 inches, you estimate? He pushes into you, getting his tip past the entrance of your pussy, his own precum acting as lube as he keeps pressing into you. Finally, after a few moments, he pauses, giving you time to adjust. You feel so full, and Dainsleif was very warm compared to the elevator you found yourselves stuck in. "Is it all in?" You ask quietly, looking back at him as he tightens his grip around your hand, lacing your fingers together. He shakes his head, pushing in just a bit more before you feel his balls graze against your clit, him finally bottoming out. "You alright?" He asks breathily, gently bucking his hips into you, but not thrusting just yet, seemingly afraid to hurt you. "Mhm, take it slow, okay?" You say, already feeling just a bit lightheaded, probably from how tired you are from work. He grunts in aggreement as he pulls out halfway, pushing back in again before letting out a small noise. That was cute.

He continues the action of pulling out halfway, then pushing back in over and over, until you start to let out breathy moans, pushing your hips back to meet his. At this action, he starts pulling out further, and pushing in quicker and quicker until you were both huffing and moaning quietly. He pauses for a second, lifting your thigh up with the hand that had previously been on your hip and holding it towards your body. From this new angle, he begins again at an even faster pace, lowly moaning every time he bottoms out inside you. That is, however, until his phone starts ringing from the back pocket of his pants, which are bunched around his thighs.

He quickly scrambles to pick up, one hand moving from your leg, and the other hand moving from yours to clasp around your mouth as he starts back up at his previous pace, picking up the phone. You can hear the conversation quite clearly. It was a call from the elevator repair people that had probably been called by the emergency services that had been previously called. "We're calling to double check this address, it's -------- ----- -----, right?" Dainsleif looks at you, watching you reach down to hold your thigh up for him so that he can keep thrusting at that angle that messes up your insides just right. "That's correct, we're still stuck, but we're doing fine." He says in a clearly put-on monotone voice, as his face blushes red and he speeds up his thrusts. "So it's the two of you stuck on the....?" "Second floor. We're on the second floor, but none of the buttons are working and the doors won't open." Dainsleif says before quickly muting, still hearing the person trying to speak to him over the phone. He lets out a long, loud moan, tightening his hand around your mouth as you moan and whine as he fucks you stupid. "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" He stutters out, moving his hand from your mouth. "in-inside-" He nods and quickly moves his hand back over your mouth, unmuting himself on the call.

"Sorry, you cut out for a second. How long are you going to take to get here?" "we're just around the corner of the block that your building is on, we should be there in 10 minutes tops." The person over the phone assures Dainsleif. "Great. My phone is on low power, so i'm going to save the battery. I'll call you back if anything happens." Dainsleif barely manages to get his words out before hanging up quickly, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him before speeding up faster than you thought possible. He fucked into your cunt like an animal, one hand reaching down to pull at your clit, taking it between his fingers and moving his other hand away from your mouth. "I want to hear you cum on my dick" He groans out as he slams into you, moaning loudly. "They could start the lift at any second, and they'd see my cock balls deep inside you. You want them to see how much of a cute slut you are for me?" You feel yourself tightening, a warm feeling spreading throughout your stomach, grabbing onto his arm, moaning out how close you are. With a few final thrusts, he lets out a particularly loud whine as you feel his cum spurting into you, the hot feeling throwing you over the edge as your legs buckle and shake. He holds you close, keeping you standing up before pulling out of you, his cum already dribbling down your inner thigh. He moves away from you, letting you lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

You look over at him, seeing him putting his dick away and pulling his pants up, before grabbing your clothes and his shirt. He hands you your panties and skirt, helping you put them on before helping you with your bra and shirt, leaving it untucked. He puts his shirt and belt on, opting to leave his own shirt untucked as well. He grabbed his coat off the ground and hands it to you, wrapping it around you, neatening up your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead before the elevator jolts and you begin moving down. "Record timing." He chuckles. His hair is sticking to his face and sticking up in weird places, so you smooth it down and move his hair away from his face. You decide not to put your heels on, not trusting yourself to be able to walk properly in them. The lift finally stops, and the doors open. The two of you step out, thanking the repair guys, before Dainsleif walks you to his car, opting to leave yours here and go back to your place for the night. How sweet.

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MALE reader

You lean in to kiss him, pulling him by his shirt, grabbing his hips as he wraps his arms around your waist, hands trailing down to your ass, holding you. He pushes his lips further into yours, turning his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, his tongue pushing out and into your mouth. A deep, warm kiss. Your shoes tap on the cold floor as you move to push him gently against the wall, with him obliging, not seeming to mind. His hands trail over your body, searching for the zipper on your clothing. You pull a hand towards his, pulling his hand to the zipper on your pants, letting him pull them down, your shirt coming free from being tucked in. Your pants pool at your ankles, and you move away from the kiss to quickly take your shoes off and pull your pants off completely.

He pulls at your shirt, trying to get it off quickly, a button pops off and goes flying onto the floor. You glare at Dainsleif, scrunching your brow as he simply grunts, throwing your shirt to the side before running his hands from your waist to just under your chest before tugging on one of your nipples. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his hands moving around your body.

He moves his hands away from your chest to your boxers, rubbing your dick through your underwear with slightly shaky hands, probably from both the cold of the metal elevator that you're in, and the fact that your hand is still on his cock, your other hand resting on his perfect hips. He dips his head down, pulling you in by the waist, one hand groping your ass, the other tugging at your boxers, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, flicking it with his tongue. The odd sensation sends shocks towards your cock as you move towards him to grind your dick against his thigh. You feel him pull at the elastic of your boxers before pulling them down, letting them slide down to your ankles as you step out of them, immediately feeling his hands run down to your cock, running his fingers over the tip, gathering pre cum, before moving his hand further down to push a finger into your ass, using your precum as lube as to not hurt you.

As you pull his cock out of his boxers, playing with the tip, he hums in satisfaction and starts bucking his hips gently into your hand. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly, he starts to add another, scissoring them inside you, moving them around and trying to find that bundle of nerves inside you. You tighten your hand around his cock, earning a deep, long groan as his dick dribbles out a drop of precum. He pulls his fingers out of you, before detatching his lips from your chest. Reaching up to his collar, he starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly, hiking his thigh up to your cock, urging you to get yourself off with his thigh while he busies himself with pulling his shirt off.

As he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor before quickly grabbing you by the hips, moving away from the cold metal wall of the elevator and opting to push you against it. You grunt and squirm away from the wall, the cold metal feeling harsh on your chest. He chuckles under his breath, leaning over you and sucking a hickey into your shoulder, before sliding his dick onto your ass, tapping it against your back. You look back at him, wanting to watch mainly out of nervousness. He glances at you as he guides his tip to your hole, then pauses, looking into your eyes patiently. You nod, feeling him put one of his hands onto yours, holding it against the wall as he pulls you by the hip onto his cock. Dainsleif's dick was thinner than average, but it was long. Roughly 9 inches, you estimate? He pushes into you, getting his tip past the entrance of your ass, his own precum acting as lube as he keeps pressing into you. Finally, after a few moments, he pauses, giving you time to adjust. You feel so full, and Dainsleif was very warm compared to the elevator you found yourselves stuck in. "Is it all in?" You ask quietly, looking back at him as he tightens his grip around your hand, lacing your fingers together. He shakes his head, pushing in just a bit more before you feel his balls graze against yours, feeling him finally bottom out. "You alright?" He asks breathily, gently bucking his hips into you, but not thrusting just yet, seemingly afraid to hurt you. "Mhm, take it slow, okay?" You say, already feeling just a bit lightheaded, probably from how tired you are from work. He grunts in aggreement as he pulls out halfway, pushing back in again before letting out a small noise. That was cute.

"Sorry, you cut out for a second. How long are you going to take to get here?" "we're just around the corner of the block that your building is on, we should be there in 10 minutes tops." The person over the phone assures Dainsleif. "Great. My phone is on low power, so i'm going to save the battery. I'll call you back if anything happens." Dainsleif barely manages to get his words out before hanging up quickly, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him before speeding up faster than you thought possible. He fucked into your ass like an animal, one hand reaching down to pull at your cock, jerking it quickly and moving his other hand away from your mouth. "I want to hear you cum on my dick" He groans out as he slams into you, moaning loudly. "They could start the lift at any second, and they'd see my cock balls deep inside you. You want them to see how much of a cute slut you are for me?" You feel yourself tightening, a warm feeling spreading throughout your stomach, grabbing onto his arm, moaning out how close you are. With a few final thrusts, he lets out a particularly loud whine as you feel his cum spurting into you, the hot feeling throwing you over the edge as your legs buckle and shake, spurting cum into his hand. He holds you close, keeping you standing up before pulling out of you, his cum already dribbling down your inner thigh. He moves away from you, letting you lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

You look over at him, seeing him putting his dick away and pulling his pants up, before grabbing your clothes and his shirt. He hands you your boxers and pants, helping you put them on before helping you with your shirt, leaving it untucked. He puts his shirt and belt on, opting to leave his own shirt untucked as well. He grabbed his coat off the ground and hands it to you, wrapping it around you, neatening up your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead before the elevator jolts and you begin moving down. "Record timing." He chuckles. His hair is sticking to his face and sticking up in weird places, so you smooth it down and move his hair away from his face. The lift finally stops, and the doors open. The two of you step out, thanking the repair guys, before Dainsleif walks you to his car, opting to leave yours here and go back to your place for the night. How sweet.

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GENDER NEUTRAL reader

You lean in to kiss him, pulling him by his shirt, grabbing his hips as he wraps his arms around your waist, hands trailing down to your ass, holding you. He pushes his lips further into yours, turning his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, his tongue pushing out and into your mouth. A deep, warm kiss. Your shoes tap on the cold floor as you move to push him gently against the wall, with him obliging, not seeming to mind. His hands trail over your body, searching for the zipper on your clothing. You pull a hand towards his, pulling his hand to the zipper on your pants, letting him pull them down, your shirt coming free from being tucked in. Your pants pool at your ankles, and you move away from the kiss to quickly take your shoes off and pull your pants off completely.

He pulls at your shirt, trying to get it off quickly, a button pops off and goes flying onto the floor. You glare at Dainsleif, scrunching your brow as he simply grunts, throwing your shirt to the side before running his hands from your waist to just under your chest before tugging on one of your nipples. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his hands moving around your body.

He moves his hands away from your chest to your underwear, rubbing your dick through the fabric with slightly shaky hands, probably from both the cold of the metal elevator that you're in, and the fact that your hand is still on his cock, your other hand resting on his perfect hips. He dips his head down, pulling you in by the waist, one hand groping your ass, the other tugging at your underwear, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, flicking it with his tongue. The odd sensation sends shocks towards your groin as you move towards him to grind yourself against his thigh. You feel him pull at the elastic of your underwear before pulling them down, letting them slide down to your ankles as you step out of them, immediately feeling his hands run down to your crotch, running his fingers over you, before moving his hand further down to push a finger into you, using some of his precum as lube as to not hurt you.

As you pull his cock out of his boxers, playing with the tip, he hums in satisfaction and starts bucking his hips gently into your hand. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly, he starts to add another, scissoring them inside you, moving them around and trying to find that sweet spot inside you. You tighten your hand around his cock, earning a deep, long groan as his dick dribbles out a drop of precum. He pulls his fingers out of you, before detatching his lips from your chest. Reaching up to his collar, he starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly, hiking his thigh up to your crotch, urging you to get yourself off with his thigh while he busies himself with pulling his shirt off.

As he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor before quickly grabbing you by the hips, moving away from the cold metal wall of the elevator and opting to push you against it. You grunt and squirm away from the wall, the cold metal feeling harsh on your chest. He chuckles under his breath, leaning over you and sucking a hickey into your shoulder, before sliding his dick onto your ass, tapping it against your back. You look back at him, wanting to watch mainly out of nervousness. He glances at you as he guides his tip to your hole, then pauses, looking into your eyes patiently. You nod, feeling him put one of his hands onto yours, holding it against the wall as he pulls you by the hip onto his cock. Dainsleif's dick was thinner than average, but it was long. Roughly 9 inches, you estimate? He pushes into you, getting his tip past your entrance, his own precum acting as lube as he keeps pressing into you. Finally, after a few moments, he pauses, giving you time to adjust. You feel so full, and Dainsleif was very warm compared to the elevator you found yourselves stuck in. "Is it all in?" You ask quietly, looking back at him as he tightens his grip around your hand, lacing your fingers together. He shakes his head, pushing in just a bit more before you feel his balls graze against you, feeling him finally bottom out. "You alright?" He asks breathily, gently bucking his hips into you, but not thrusting just yet, seemingly afraid to hurt you. "Mhm, take it slow, okay?" You say, already feeling just a bit lightheaded, probably from how tired you are from work. He grunts in aggreement as he pulls out halfway, pushing back in again before letting out a small noise. That was cute.

"Sorry, you cut out for a second. How long are you going to take to get here?" "we're just around the corner of the block that your building is on, we should be there in 10 minutes tops." The person over the phone assures Dainsleif. "Great. My phone is on low power, so i'm going to save the battery. I'll call you back if anything happens." Dainsleif barely manages to get his words out before hanging up quickly, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him before speeding up faster than you thought possible. He fucked into your ass like an animal, one hand reaching down to touch you, getting you off and moving his other hand away from your mouth. "I want to hear you cum on my dick" He groans out as he slams into you, moaning loudly. "They could start the lift at any second, and they'd see my cock balls deep inside you. You want them to see how much of a cute slut you are for me?" You feel yourself tightening, a warm feeling spreading throughout your stomach, grabbing onto his arm, moaning out how close you are. With a few final thrusts, he lets out a particularly loud whine as you feel his cum spurting into you, the hot feeling throwing you over the edge as your legs buckle and shake. He holds you close, keeping you standing up before pulling out of you, his cum already dribbling down your inner thigh. He moves away from you, letting you lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

You look over at him, seeing him putting his dick away and pulling his pants up, before grabbing your clothes and his shirt. He hands you your underwear and pants, helping you put them on before helping you with your shirt, leaving it untucked. He puts his shirt and belt on, opting to leave his own shirt untucked as well. He grabbed his coat off the ground and hands it to you, wrapping it around you, neatening up your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead before the elevator jolts and you begin moving down. "Record timing." He chuckles. His hair is sticking to his face and sticking up in weird places, so you smooth it down and move his hair away from his face. The lift finally stops, and the doors open. The two of you step out, thanking the repair guys, before Dainsleif walks you to his car, opting to leave yours here and go back to your place for the night. How sweet.

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m1d-45 · 4 months ago

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will you promise that i'll see you again?

summary: your people refuse reason, and their damage refuses to heal. when it seems as if the whole world has left you, your dutiful knight still remains by your side.

word count: 2.3k

-> warnings: implied suicidal ideation (reader + unnamed side character), reader's previous deaths are mentioned in somewhat graphic detail

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“you’re one of the only things keeping me going, you know.”

dainslef turned to you in surprise, the even neutrality to your tone a sharp contrast to the rapid pace of his heart. he wasn’t a fool, he knew that the hunt had to be taking a heavy toll on you, but this…

this was more than he expected.

he knew he was one of a pitiful few who saw through celestia’s false puppet, who knew you for you and not their mirage. he knew that the entire world was hellbent on erasing you from existence, that you’d been forced through your own death countless times as teyvat pulled you apart and pushed you back together far from the scene of your would-be murder. he saw the golden scars across your skin, the dried remains of blood lining the wounds you hadn’t been able to patch yet. he’d been the one to wash them away, not minding the refuse soaking into his gloves if it meant your hands could be clean.

he recognized the dull exhaustion in your eyes, the same as the ones he saw in the reflections of lakes. tired, worn, barely there, hanging on by one solitary string that was wound so tightly around a desperate hand.

you had always been his reason for continuing. when the traveller broke down and the ruler of the abyss hid from the sun, you were there. when the chasm’s mud clung to his boots and the memories in his head burned as nails forced between his eyes, you were there. his rosary was kept tight to his chest at all times, familiar prayers pulling him up in the morning and forcing him to sleep at night. he was alive for far, far too long, but you made it bearable. you were his duty, his promise.

he never once thought that he’d be yours. then again, he never thought that he’d have to defend you from the ones you once called friends. time never did pass how he expected it to.

“…leading light?”

you looked down, twirling blades of grass around your fingers. he had led you up to a mostly desolate area of sumeru, west of bayda harbor. it close enough to the sea, forest, and desert that you could reasonably make an escape through any of those routes if need be, while also providing a rather pleasant view. the sky was bleeding red and gold as the sun sank below the horizon, a remarkable sight that fell on blind eyes. there was no use trying to enjoy nature’s beauty when he still kept one hand on his sword and both ears pricked for the slightest sign of danger.

you shouldn’t have to worry about your safety. you shouldn’t have to prioritize based on how likely you are to get hurt, or how easily it would be to make an escape. you still flinched when the wind blew a little too quick, used to it heralding armored footsteps and battle cries. in another life, you were welcomed with open arms, able to enjoy yourself without constantly being on high alert. teyvat did what it could to adapt; the air was still, frozen in time, barely a bird chirping for miles. it was meant to be comforting, he thinks, but dead silence was more unnerving than any breeze.

“i mean it.” he could hear every shift in his cloak around your shoulders, the heavy fabric doing little to soothe your stress. it was yours more than it was his now, to the point he felt claustrophobic wearing it. how long had he been traveling with you? the days blurred.

“i don’t doubt you.” he never would. never could. he’s not sure, even if he somehow wanted to, that his body would allow him to treat your words as anything less than fact. “but i don’t understand what you mean.”

you were a god. the creator, the first, the one that shaped the sovereigns scales and laid the foundations of earth. you predated the archons, celestia, the very skies themselves…

and he, somehow, was a driving motivation for you?

his words must have been funny, a sharp laugh tumbling out of your mouth. it was bitter, humorless, and somewhat raspy. he made note to find some water for you later. “what else could i mean?” you turn to him, some of his confusion lost as your eyes found his. even this burnt out, deep bags set beneath them, you still managed to steal the very air in his lungs. “you’re the only reason i’m still here.”

he didn’t know what to say. what was there to be said, when you were you and he was him? when the world had abandoned you, it made sense you’d cling to what remained faithful. it was merely coincidence he happened to find you first, that’s all. coincidence that you trusted enough not to run from, coincidence that you allowed to care for your injuries. there was nothing to say, because you held nothing for him in particular, only leaning on him out of need. he had to believe that. what was he left with if that wasn’t true? an awkward truth hid beneath his well-known lies, too large for him to see the edges, let alone to contain.

“please… do not say such things again.” to ask of his god what he could not ask of himself was surely some form of heresy, as was willingly laying aside his guard when he was the only one who was tasked with protecting you. he pulled his attention from the tide below, from the rustling trees, holding faith that the world would not be needlessly cruel. he stepped forward, kneeling beside you. even up close, you still seemed painfully small. “it is your own resilience that has allowed you to persevere.”

it’s the earth that leads you from danger.

it’s the water that follows you wherever you go.

it’s the leylines that whisk you to safety.

it’s the wind that warns you of what’s to come.

it’s the you from the past that protects the you in the present.

it’s the you in the present that provides for the you in the future.

it’s you, from everywhere and everywhen, continuing to fight.

and yet you sigh. you look away, across the sea, tracing fontaines skyline. “it really isn’t. i was lucky to run into you when i did.”

you had just crossed the wall back into the forest, burning hot and shaking. he was the lucky one, in truth, to be able to pick your figure out from the sand below. perched on a high cliffside, even mitachurls were reduced to small brown flecks.

you had worn a cryo mage’s cloak, which was what initially drew his attention. abyss activity wasn’t uncommon in the area, but a cryo mage in the desert… that was cause for intrigue. he stepped forward and slid down the steep face in front of him, a slight puff of dust marking his landing in the desolate sand of old vanarana.

he didn’t know what to expect. you stumbled around the jagged remains of a tree, heading for the statue of the seven. he followed, only growing more confused. cryo and dendro did not react with each other, and there was no way to “slow” a statue. a scouting mission, maybe? but why a cryo mage, when pyro would have been far more advantageous in the case of an attack?

he leaned around the corner carefully, prepared for the sight of a staff or the chanting of abyssal magic filling the air. the entire world seemed to be holding its breath, frozen in place and waiting for some trigger to continue.

he saw none of that. you were collapsed at the foot of the statue, faint wheezing only making it to his ears by virtue of the standstill around him. you held no staff, commanded no magic, your chest barely moving with air.

he’d never seen a mage seek out the archons when dying. one hand squeezed the handle of his sword as he crept forward, ready to strike should the situation turn against him. the sand barely shifted beneath his feet, his own heart sounding too loud to his ears. you did not move, showing no signs that you had noticed his approach. he still didn’t trust it.

your cloak was tattered and torn, with thick gloves atypical of a mage. they reminded him more of hilichurl wraps, which was strange considering you wore no mask. your face was instead covered by what looked like eremite cloth, just as stained and dirtied as the rest of your clothes. what he could see looked almost human; in another life, he could believe you were a weary traveller, lost amidst the sand.

he was acting foolish. if the abyss had a human tool, he needed to figure out why. he reached down, undoing the sloppy knot of your veil and letting the brocade fall limply to the grass.

…grass. he blinked, eyes flickering between the ground and your face, not sure which was harder to believe. flowers had bloomed around you, protecting your body from the blazing sands, and he’d be a fool not to recognize the face plastered all over every bounty board.

he didn’t understand. if nothing else, he thought the archons would have enough respect for their creator to know when they were being lied to, yet before him was barely living proof of the inverse. sweat beaded along every inch of exposed skin, deep-set heat exhaustion burning you from the inside out. how could you be a threat? how could they be so blind?

he looked again, the shine of elemental sight straining his eyes, catching flickers of the dendro energy pouring from the statue. you were the only one the archons would feed. you were the only one to make the very earth break its own rules, allowing lotuses to bloom from barren soil. something painfully similar to rage threatened what remained of his rationality, and it took all he had to push it aside.

that didn’t matter. if he went off on some banal revenge quest, he’d be no better than them. your safety mattered more. he picked you up and set aside how calm his curse felt, beginning the trek back to his camp. behind him, the flowers already began to wither, losing their persistence without you to foster it.

perhaps that initial meeting was luck. but these was no luck involved in your trust in him. when you woke up and saw him at your side, you chose to trust him. you chose to believe that he was not like the others, that he would protect you, and he was forever grateful for that trust. nobody could fault you for being angry, for being spiteful about what you were put through and choosing to lash out. nobody would have the right to be upset if you chose to vent your wrath against those that had hurt you.

but you didn’t. you chose, again and again, to believe in the world. you chose to let them live their lives, even if it meant getting hurt again in the process. you chose a quiet life traveling with him over the comfortable life on your throne. to willingly choose to travel with a disgraced knight to spare your people guilt… he couldn’t decide if it was noble or reckless. either way, he was selfishly happy that he was the one to stay by your side.

“i won’t try to convince you. but, please.. do not give up on yourself so easily.” i know far too many who have died by the same hand. “the world and its opinion does not define you. only you get to decide where fate leads.”

you lean towards him, and he thinks you might have passed out- but no, your head lands on his shoulder with far too much precision. he stiffens, not used to existence without a constant pain beneath his skin. “how motivational. you tell all your soldiers that?”

his heart is beating too quickly, thoughts unusually hard to grasp. you’re the only one who could have this effect on him. he only wished it wasn’t now, when your belief in yourself was on the edge. “i mean it. none of this is your fault, and neither are celestial actions the people’s fault. i know that you are hurt, but i don’t want you to accept that main needlessly. you shouldn’t have to view your creation with such pain.” slowly, carefully, he raises the hand closer to you, doing his best not to disturb you as he settles it on your arm. he’s can only hope that the contact brings you as much comfort as it does him. “if nothing else, believe me. promise you’ll at least try.”

he doesn’t think you’ll agree. why would you make a promise to one who represents the heaven’s betrayal? why would you let him hold you close at all, when you can surely sense the bindings of those who tried to kill you wrapped tightly around his soul? he doesn’t know. all he can do is hope.

“…alright, dainslef. i promise.”

twilight has long since fallen, and yet he smiles for the first time in centuries.

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silk-fl0wers · 2 years ago

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❝May I hug you?❞

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Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Baizhu, Ayato, Dainsleif

Warning(s): Established relationship in all, lower case will be used in the short fics

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Which one of you will be the first ask for a hug? And what does it feel like when one of you are in the arms of the other?

> Gn!Reader

❅ ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ

You’re the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ There has been times where you’ve pondered on the thought as to why Kaeya hasn’t ever once hugged you during your relationship together.

: ̗̀➛ Maybe he’s testing and teasing you to see how long it would take for you to ask for one or maybe that he’s taking into consideration if you’d like or dislike it and is cautious about it. But those questions would only last for today as you’d like to test it out once he comes back home from his knightly duties…

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"May I hug you?”

Upon the blue haired cavalry captains arrival he had been dumbfounded by your bold question and could only lean on the frame of the door to his office. "Well, well, I never thought I would be hearing this in all my days with you," you only could roll your eyes at his words as you trudged towards him and enveloped his waist.

He could start to feel his cheeks heat up with the contact of your arms around his waist, feeling tingles from his arms to his cheeks too. Bit by bit he embraces you back and pulls you in just a bit closer to his body. "Hm, I quite like this very much. Perhaps we could stay like this for a little while more wouldn't you agree, my love?"

His warm breath grazing upon your skin and his voice giving you a little shiver from it. Without a word you silently nod your head as you heaved a big sigh, relaxing in the arms of your beloved.

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❅ ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

You’re the first one to ask!

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: ̗̀➛ Despite his cold and serious nature you can't deny that his fluffy red hair and that large coat with the large ruffles does make him look quite huggable.

: ̗̀➛ You're quite lucky to be called his partner because if it were to be anyone else he would've given them a displeased look and avoid them. So, with that luck on your side you wait behind the doors of Dawn Winery for his shift at the Angel's Share to come to an end...

"May I hug you?”

Asking the renowned red haired tycoon after he came back from a tiring shift — Drained, really — because of serving specificly two patrons of his that won't leave him alone for most time. He’s bewildered at the sudden request when he had first stepped foot into the winery, his coat did reek of the smell of wine but thankfully it partly does smell of berries like his beloved grapes.

"Oh, well if you wish to then your request shall be fulfilled." He opens his arms for you to come into them and as you did he embraces you right up to his chest. You start to think that he's enjoying the hug very much to the point that Adelinde and Elzer caught the act and are now standing from afar and smiling at the small yet adorable act.

❅ ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

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You’re the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ You've wondered what it would feel like to wrap your arms around his waist, the thought of it alone has you heating up and malfunctioning more than you had expected it to.

: ̗̀➛ The one and only funeral director, Hu Tao, has even encouraged you to ask him for a hug wanting to see how the usual calm man would possibly break. And so the two of you are now waiting for him to come back from an errand as Hu Tao had hid somewhere else...

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"May I hug you?"

Getting more nervous and how you're now starting to regret ever accepting this. The ex-geo archon stood in front of you with a bewildered look on his face but relaxed it now bubbling from his mouth was a chuckle.

"And pray tell, what made you act like this all of a sudden? If it is what you really want then come here my love." Enveloping you into a warm embrace. You do the same as you feel his chest rise up and down with each breath he took, it almost felt ethereal to wear if you closed your eyes even for a bit you could be off into the best slumber you could have in your life.

And Hu Tao, well she had a kamera with her and decided to take a picture of the small moment and would decide if she should show it to the both of you but for now she had quietly exited the room to give you two love birds some time to yourselves.

❅ ʙᴀɪᴢʜᴜ

You’re the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ You’re very much well aware of his weak physicality and that he most likely can’t do much affectionate actions like carrying you, allowing you to sit on his lap or basically anything that can involve in carrying you to an extent. Although that won’t stop him from giving you kisses and gentle hugs though the only problem here is that he’s working all the time and you’re positive that he wouldn’t appreciate it if you randomly went up to him and hug him while he’s assisting with the clients.

: ̗̀➛ Waiting for the right moment to pop the question you make sure that there was no other clients around and Herbalist Gui and Qiqi is out of sight. With these things in mind you gather all of your confidence and walk up to the well known pharmacist in Liyue and asked him the question…

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“May I hug you?”

You were standing awkwardly at your place, your eyes darting everywhere around you but a certain doctor. The said doctor had turned his attention away from the medicine bottles to you and smiled. “My, my. Well that was very out of the blue, dear. Why of course you may, go easy on your grip though,” He chuckled to himeself as he sets aside Changsheng to the table.

Opening his arms for you, you take slow strides towards him and wrap your arms around his bare waist making sure that your grip wasn’t to deathly for him to handle. Baizhu followed your lead and wrapped his arms just below your shoulders and started to gently pat your back which made you jump at first but eased into it. “Hmm, this feel quite nice. We’ll have to do this more often when people aren’t around.”

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❅ ᴋᴀᴍɪꜱᴀᴛᴏ ᴀʏᴀᴛᴏ

He is the first one to ask!

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: ̗̀➛ Kamisato Ayato, the leader of the Yashiro Commission. He’s working ever so hard and rarely has time to attend in any outdoor activities or to accompany his sister on said activities and in his stead he asks for Thoma to step in.

: ̗̀➛ On this day though you're sat right beside of him reading a book as he too is doing some reading but on festival's for Narukami Island that will be held in later time. He can feel his eyelids get heavier every passing minute and he accidentally lets out an amusing question...

"May I hug you?"

He turns his head to the side to meet your eyes as you give him a wide eyed look, he swears that it almost resembled one of an owl or a deer getting caught in headlights, trying to find the words to reply back to him.

He chuckles, hiding his mouth with his gloved hands. "Thoma isn't here currently to aid me with some boba but perhaps this could be an alternative way to fill up my energy hm?" You giggled, placing the bookmark into the unread page of the book and set it off on to the side as Ayato pats on his thighs, signing you to take a seat on his lap as he snakes his arms around your body.

The Yashiro Commissioner had laid his head upon your shoulder and closed his eyes. "Hmm, this already feels better. Mind if we stay like this for a while?" The rumbling of his chest sending vibrations to your back makes your heart start to do gymnastics.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind one bit." You say as the two of you sit in peace with nothing but faint sounds of the outside.

❅ ᴅᴀɪɴꜱʟᴇɪꜰ

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He is the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ Dainsleif has had little to no contact within his life excluding the few fists bumps or handshakes he’s had with Halfdan back when Khaenri'ah was still built and thriving before the great fall and calamity of his home. Since then he’s met you; a very persistent individual. You had started to travel along side him ever since you saw him winding down at the Angles Share.

: ̗̀➛ Along your journey with each other, you’ve learned a lot about his personality. He’s reserved, speaks only when spoken to or really needs to, was an independent individual and certainly wasn’t one to ask this astounding question…

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“May I hug you?”

He had asked you while the both of you were currently sitting on the patches of grass, camping out in the bushes as the branches of leaves above the two once provided shade from the scorching rays. To say the least, you were stunned at his sudden request and had to do a double take to make sure it is what he reallly said was true and why.

With your tardy reply Dainsleif had assumed that your reply was a silent ’no’ and had turned his head around to avoid the awkward tension between you two. As far as he knew this is where his expectations of this small “event” would end at but perhaps he had second guessed it when he felt a finger poke at his bicep. Slowly, he shifted his gaze to you only to soon feel a pair or arms wrap around his waist.

He makes no noise knowing what the gesture was, instead of you being to his side he gets you to sit in front of him, wrapping his muscular arms around your mid section. Burying his face into your neck as he allows himself to be off guard and take in this moment.

“Thank you.” was heard, his warm breath tickling at the crook of your neck. You hum softly in response, not wanting to ruin this short time of a man who has to carrry the fate of Khaenri'ah on his shoulders.

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heaven-s-black-box · 7 months ago

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Notes- They Teach you to Dance Furina & more x gn!reader

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Recovery date: April 3rd, 2024

Description: Your partner teaches you to dance. Includes Furina, Ganyu, Dainsleif, Zhongli, Traveler Twins

Notes: N/a

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Furina

The reason for these headcanons, one of her teapot voice lines is her offering to teach you how to dance

She definitely forgets to instruct you at first, she just starts leading you in a dance as she hums a tune

If you have some dancing experience, that probably won’t be a problem, if you’ve never danced before…

She definitely takes it slow, she’s just been dancing for so long she forgets to explain

She will step on your toes just as much as you’ll step on her’s because of this

She will twirl you to teach you how to twirl her, once you’ve got that down she won’t twirl you anymore

She will also throw herself into a dip, if you let her drop she will pout and sulk

The best fix for this is to pull her up and into another waltz with a twirl

Once you’ve learned how to dance she expects you to lead, even if she initiates

Loves big dances, both in number of attendees and flourish of the dance

Overall 8/10 teacher and 10/10 dance partner

Ganyu

She can definitely dance, Cloud Retainer taught her, she just doesn’t dance often

Teaching wise I think she’s a great instructor, at least verbally

In the beginning she gets so fixed on explaining and watching your movements that she trips up

Please reassure her that you’re following okay, she’s not used to being in charge

You’ll definitely learn faster with her then Furina because in teaching you she’s also reminding herself

She won’t teach you anything fancy, but if you go and learn a twirl or dip she will break

You will have to initiate any dances, unless someone has told her she should dance in which case she will ask you

Also preference dancing alone and not in a large group, sweep her away to a balcony during a Qixing event and you can dance all you’d like

Preferes swaying to music over an actual waltz

In the end, 8/10 instructor and 10/10 dance partner

Dainsleif

He can dance, he was the captain of a royal guard, but it has been awhile

Seriously, you’re basically learning together

You also definitely have to ask him to teach you, Furina and Ganyu might offer but Dain won’t

Once you start dancing muscle memory kicks in and it sort of ends up like Furina teaching you

He can’t really explain what to do, so he kind of just drags you with him

By the time he figures out how to explain you’re halfway to figuring it out yourself

If he’s teaching you to dance before the fall of Khaenri’ah disregard everything before this, he is the best teacher on this list

Prior to the fall he will always initiate dances, if he’s attending and event and not on duty, after the fall you’ll have to initiate and he’ll be a bit reluctant

Chances are you aren’t at a formal event, so he sees no point in dancing, so if you want to dance you have to ask

Before the fall it is a point of honor to ask you to dance

Will always lead, another silly point of honor

Before the fall, 10s across the board, after the fall, 4/10 teacher and 9/10 dance partner

Zhongli

Can dance, not very fluidly and it is definitely a rusty skill now but he can

During his prime he was a good teacher, just a little stiff

Now he’s kind of like Dain, the muscle memory is there but very rusty

He will, however, ask Madam Ping to re-teach him how to dance so that he can teach you

So, you might step on each other's feet a few times but he will actually teach you

He prefers to initiate dances, like Dain it’s a point of pride, but he’s always happy when you do too

Will lead or follow your lead

Hu Tao has, on occasion, meddled to get him to ask you to dance

Like Ganyu he doesn’t really like big sweeping dances, he prefers being able to sway together to the music

Definitely a 9/10 teacher and partner only because he’s a bit stiff

Traveler

They can dance, definitely, they’re usually eachother’s partner

They’re also definitely smooth, you cannot convince me they wouldn't start stomping wars when they stepped on eachother’s feet

Both twins will ask you to dance, and if they ask you to dance they’ll lead– unless you ask to lead

I mentioned the twins are usually each others partner, it worked the same way between them– Lumine has been smacked in the face by Aether’s braid while twirling him and they’ve both definitely dropped each other in a dip on purpose

The twins don’t mind waltzes that travel, but they aren’t big fans of partner swapping dances

Aether likes dipping his partner, and Lumine likes twirling hers, but they both like being twirled

Sharing a rating, the twins are 10/10 teachers and 10/10 partners

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years ago

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holding you

warning: sfw - fluff: hugs: pre-relationship - mostly (Albedo’s is questionable lol), character perspective | present tense

includes: Albdeo (hugging from behind), Dainsleif, Diluc (crying, non-specific reason), Kaeya (teasing), Xiao

character x gn reader | anthology

Albedo

At first he doesn’t notice. He’s distracted like he always is by his research, his curiosities, his long evenings of spiraling thought that keep him awake at night; but, as his back warms and the pressure around his waist increases, he takes it in - acknowledges it.

“Hello there,” Albedo hums, a gentle chuckle vibrating through him. Its comforting as it bounces against your chest, so you press your cheek against him even more.

“Hi,” you reply, a bit muffled.

“Is this a, ‘I need something from you,’ or an ‘autonomic nervous system reset’?”

You laugh, a puff of air passing through your nose, “Just a hug,” you explain by adjusting your arms so you could hold him a bit tighter.

“Alright.” Albedo returns to his work shortly after. You can feel his arms move as he scribbles notes, adjusts the equipment sprawled across the desk. You figure it would be best to release him. You also have work to do, and if you were in his position, it would be hard to get much done with someone clinging to you like this.

Sighing, you loosen your grip, but before you can pull away, Albedo’s hand slides over yours, gripping you gently. For a moment you aren't sure what to do, so you wait - wait to hear him speak or explain that he needs something in return, but the only thing that makes any noise is the ticking clock nestled securely against the wall.

You move. Your cheek presses against his back again and you bite back a smile while his thumb moves over the edge of your palm and he continues to work with his free hand.

Dainsleif

It takes him by surprise. He’s frozen, unsure how to respond. He takes a step back but that only makes you fall into him even more; his hands now hover over your back, uncertain if he should put them anywhere, if he should touch you at all. He’s lost.

You’re holding him so tightly that its hard for him to breath. He’s not sure how to respond, or if he even should, but you’re overwhelming him with each passing second, and he’s struggling to think straight. The way your warmth seeps into his cold skin, the wave after unbelievable wave of your scent he breaths with shaky breaths, you hum and it sends an unfamiliar shiver up his spine.

He hesitates, but finds a way, “Is everything alright?” he asks, head tilting, hand hovering as he examines you as best he can. His voice may be steady, but he’s anything but.

“I’ll be done in a moment, sorry.” There is a shake in your normally calm voice that makes him alert. Instinctually, he glances around the room, eyes narrowing each time they reach a shaded corner. His hand moves closer to you and he positions himself to quickly respond if anything were to through the door. When he looks at you, your face is hidden against his chest. Your trembling, and he scolds himself for not noticing it earlier.

“No need,” he replies as he slowly moves his hand to your back, his fingers brushing against you, igniting in heat before, reluctantly, hovering above you once again.

Whatever has made you worry, whatever is causing you distress, he will cut through it. So, even though he is uncertain, even though his heart strains in a way he hasn’t felt in years, hold onto him. As unworthy as he is, a small part of him hopes you’ll be the one he can finally find the courage to hold back.

Diluc

He’s hesitant, worried he’ll let his wants over power his control. Its not easy when it comes to you; things get cloudy, unclear, complicated - but he’s learned that problem's always have a solution. He just has to keep searching

He’s keeping a look-out from inside the small storage closet while his arm rests around your shoulders. There is a soft tug on his coat as you adjust against his side and hide more against him, a muffled sob leaks out from behind your right hand so he tries to repositions himself to shield you further. The noise from the tavern floods the hallway, it spills over the second floor and crashes into the jovial cheers below. The bar is crowded tonight; there are so many eyes that could see. Diluc shifts again and you pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, wiping away the tears rolling down your cheek. “I’m just ... having a day,” you try to explain but the fake smile you show to reassure him gets hidden when you bite your trembling lip and shake your head. “I’m okay,” you lie, and he knows it.

“Take a step back,” Diluc requests. It’s the first thing he’s said since he found you tucked away in the closet on the verge of tears, back pressed against the stocked shelves, breaths unsteady; alone.

“Oh, right. Yeah.” You stumble further into the closet but when he steps in you straighten. With furrowed brows you look at him confused, “Did you -?”

Diluc cuts you off as he blocks the entrance. From this position, no one should be able to see past him, and that’s exactly what he wants. “You’re not okay,” he corrects, voice barely audible over the loud tavern behind him. You look at him and his heart strains at the sight of you. Slowly, he opens his arms. His right hand pulls you toward him until it slides down to rest in the curve of your back. “You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone,” - especially not me, he thinks. He can feel your tension but as soon as he takes a step toward you, your restraint waivers, “Have your day,” he reassures you, breathing you in.

You nod, with every rise and fall more and more of your resolve falls until you cover your face with your hands to hid the returning tears. Your forehead rests against his chest, Diluc holds you close, hugs you, and lets you have your moment until you’re truly ready to let go.

Kaeya

He’s over-the-moon. Its not the first time he’s put his arm around you, nor will it be the last - but this time you initiated it and, shocking even him, you don’t seem to be letting go

“Well, well,” Kaeya hums, arms sliding happily over your shoulders, his fingers dangling above your back, itching to touch you.

“Shut it,” you bite back, clearly embarrassed.

Kaeya laughs, unable to contain himself, “Am I not allowed to be impressed by how much your manhandling me?” You pull away but he pulls you back in, “Hey. No running now,” the feeling of your back pressing against his hand, the warmth of you against his chest - he isn’t ready to give that up yet.

“I-I’m not running,” you mumble. Should he let you talk more or should he beg you to stop? It’s tearing him up because he desperately wants to hear you, but its so difficult to hold himself together when he does.

Kaeya bends his neck to look at your face but you’re expertly hiding it from him; he’s annoyed because the expression on your face is tantalizing, and he knows it; yet, here you are, keeping it from him. He smirks, and opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“Mmhm,” he replies because its the only thing he can convince his brain to do.

“Anyway,” you begin and wiggle against his wandering hand, “I just wanted to --” bouncing your forehead against him you pause, as if the small knock on his chest will help get the words out, “... this is a thank you for - for helping me the other day.”

“Don’t let this go to your head,” you huff, squeezing his body.

“Too late,” he replies and pulls you closer, even as you protest.

Kaeya smile as never strained his face so intensely in all his life.

Man - the things you do to him.

Xiao

He’s at a loss and desperately wants to fight it. Wants to run away; poof into the protective smoke he doesn't question, but, somehow, this feels so whole, so comforting. This isn’t what he expected to happen when you asked if you could make him feel better. He expected food, maybe medicine, but this ... he can’t comprehend it

Xiao can feel his whole body. Like a ridged piece of wood not ready to be shaped. His hands hover, his body is stiff, arms tense; he’s afraid to relax and has a very good reason to be. What if this prolonged contact hurt you? What if the vile that plagued him tarnished you? What if, out of all the things in this world, he was the thing that did you harm --

“Mm ... this is ...”

“Hm?” You look at him, pulling your head back slightly so you can hear what he has to say, but when your arms loosen and your warmth evaporates, the words on the tip of his tongue fall like stones to the ground. He may not enjoy the contact, but the absence of you he hated even more. “Is this not helping?”

Xiao stalls at the question, at the worry in your eyes. So, with a sigh, he submits to his fate, “If you insist.” You smile and return to the position you were in moments again but this time your hand presses against his back, this time you hum and the feeling reverberates into this chest, this time you smile before your face his hidden from him and he leans into all of it.

His once uncertain mind feels more stable as he drops an arm to his side while the other curls around your body so his hand can find the small of your back. Your fingers press against him, he steps closer. Your head rests on him, his whole body feels so warm. You giggle and he feels better.

How childish, he thinks to himself as he succumbs to your touch and holds you even closer.

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heiayen · 9 months ago

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every love story started somewhere - childe/dainsleif/zhongli x reader

summary: different beginnings of you and him across different universes

tags: how the relationship with him started, except every character is different universe !! dainsleif with fantasy universe, childe with canon universe, zhongli with modern universe. pre-relatioship, 350-450 words per character.

notes: hello. this is for @dumbificat for the kiss (don't tell!) event held by @ecrin-de-litterature <3 i was going to include more characters but alas i couldn't </3 still. hope you'll enjoy !!

Leaving the snowy plains of your home was hard. You grew up there, you made friends and learned so much, gained so many precious memories of the people, of the places, of a ginger boy and his toothy smile, freckles, and stick swords you used to fight the imaginary monsters. Leaving the child in yourself that was forced to grow up, to run away with your family somewhere better, warmer than the bone-freezing chill of Snezhnaya.

But you promised one thing to yourself– and to the ginger boy, that you would never forget him. You would find a way to talk to him again, you promised, gripping his hand hard.

And you did.

Many, many letters were sent to each other. Simple at first, with the help of your parents writing down your thoughts, and when you finally learned how to properly write you wasted no time writing your own letter to him, for the first time. Your handwriting was crooked, the letter was short and was rather nonsensical, but it was yours.

Written by your own hands.

The letters continued for weeks, months, and years, and it was the only constant in your life. Something to cling onto, something that you knew would always be here, even if it took AJAX three months to reply, even when you stopped talking to him for some when he first joined the Fatui, heartbroken that he would agree to that.

(He didn’t stop writing.

One day, you looked at the small pile of letters he sent you during that time, and suddenly, something broke in you and you wasted no time grabbing a piece of paper and a pen and pouring all your feelings into the ink.)

Till one day, while walking down the liyuean streets, you spotted someone. The same ginger hair, the same freckles– now visible even more and the same smile upon noticing you in the crowd.

You smiled, happiness filling you up and you waved to him, gripping the handle of your bag tighter in excitement. How many years have passed, spent on writing letters from your last meeting? At least ten? More? Honestly, you stopped counting after five.

When he waved back, you wasted no time running to him.

The promise you and Ajax made back as kids finally came true and for the first time in years, you were together.

The wizard living in that tower was said to be… cursed.

Dangerous, meddling with dark, unknown to many dark magic that could bring only despair and tragedy. The magic itself cursed him, surely, it was the punishment for going against the divine laws. He brought it upon himself and now had to live with the consequences. Not ever again in his life, he would be able to enjoy the warmth of life how he used to.

DAINSLEIF was convicted of a lonely, cruel fate, and that was simply how the stars wrote for him. He couldn’t rewrite them– nothing could, and something once set in motion couldn’t be stopped.

…or so he thought because then, you appeared.

They could call you some kind of neighbors, living in towers close to each other but rarely talking. He had no reason to strike up conversations with you, not even thinking you would want to talk to him. No one wanted to talk to… abomination like him, as they called him.

And yet here you were, seemingly not caring about all the rumors and gossip people talked about him. You knew he was cursed, but… he didn’t look like a bad man. Not one to talk, yes, sure, aloof at times and confusing you with his words or actions, maybe a little eccentric at times but you saw him use magic, by simply an accident and, truly, the wizard in you couldn’t help but look at him in awe. His magic was different, nothing like you saw in the books or scrolls, frightening you a little, but it was… something new. Different. Charming your hungry for knowledge brain and so, you wished to know the cursed wizard more.

Step by step, day by day you tried and tried, and never gave up on trying to talk to him, to know him better. A part of you was screaming loudly, how stupid you were to try to talk with someone like him, someone dangerous?

And you knew this part of you was right. Nothing you learned about him seemed like something good, it all screamed troubles and bad things in general, but–

(Another part of you knew that you weren’t so different. You, too, knew how it felt to be left alone to fate, how it is to become an outcast with nowhere to go.

You had your own burdens, after all, and the stars were not kind you to either.)

Your effort wasn’t in vain when one day, while tending to the flowers in your garden, you saw no one else but the wizard, standing near, looking as if he came here for a reason.

You let him in, smiling.

It was a start of something new, something blooming between you. Of something you promised to care deeply and tend to, till it would grow beautiful and healthy.

It was terribly raining that day, you remembered. You were cold, your umbrella broke because of the wind, your clothes were all wet and the only open shop you saw on the street was an antique shop. You wasted no time opening the doors, a plea to let you stay till the rain calms down ready on your tongue– and then you saw the owner of this place, his warm eyes, hidden behind round glasses and his smile, oh, his smile…

You blinked owlishly, you remembered. You opened your mouth, closed it, pointed at the rain behind the window, asked if you could stay and he let out a gentle laugh, inviting you inside the shop. You felt yourself smiling in answer and walked further inside, leaving the broken umbrella somewhere away– to not accidentally hit anything.

His name was ZHONGLI, you remembered him introducing himself over a cup of tea he got to warm you up. You politely declined the tea first, not wanting to bother him too much, but still agreed in the end. He even offered you a spare umbrella, and you found yourself at an even bigger loss of words than earlier. How kind it was of him, to help a complete stranger like you when you only asked to let you spend a moment in his shop?

You two ended up talking about the antique painting and books he had in his shop, you remembered. He had so many books on his shelves, about so many different topics. Medicine, history, mythology, and even classic literature. And it seemed as if he read them all himself, with how much he told you about the collection in his shop. Every single item here was deeply cared about.

You didn’t care about antique items, not until you heard the passion Zhongli talked about them. Everything he had in his shop had its own story, one he seemed happy to share with you. A little doll once owned by a girl that later became a pianist, a well-used history book, once owned by a history student. A beautiful painting created by an older man’s mother– he didn’t knew what to do with it anymore, and he believed Zhongli’s antique shop would be the safest place for the painting to be.

How beautiful it was…

When the rain stopped, you took the umbrella he gave you and left, with a warm feeling deep inside your chest and a promise you visit this little antique shop again.

To give him back his umbrella, to talk with him more. To listen to him and learn a little more about love.

#— kiss (don’t tell) !#astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #childe x reader #childe x you #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x you #gender neutral reader

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flan-tasma · 9 months ago

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Hello, just wondering if you could possibly write dainsleif xgn! reader modern highschool au? basically the reader always wears a mask due to them having a noticeable scar on their lips? (slightly self projecting but riufhurihwiwkak) what if people were being pushy into getting you to take the mask off and dainsleif comes to save the day

reader is selectively mute and shy ish

💖~ FINALLY SOMETHING ABOUT DAIN. I love you so much, anon💘✨💖

I like to think that in the end Dain carries you to the infirmary.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader, I think this turned out to be a bit violent... | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Fue un misterio la razón por la que usabas una mascarilla. En un inicio la respuesta para las mentes curiosas era un rumor acerca de tu salud delicada, y mientras se esparcía como la pólvora, las personas se acercaron con un deseo casi vulgar por saber la razón verdadera. Preguntaron con sonrisas, con rostros curiosos y de buena manera en un inicio, pero no recibieron más que el silencio y tu mirada baja.

Los rumores escalaron hasta que habías nacido sin capacidad de habla, y las buenas maneras en las que se acercaron los curiosos fue distinta. La curiosidad empezó a volverse morbo. Y mientras se oscurecían las razones para descubrir tus secretos, también lo hicieron las artimañas de tus compañeros de clase.

Los pedidos acompañados de dulces palabras pasaron a caras aburridas que solo esperaban un nuevo show, algo divertido que ver en ti. Te dijeron que sería más agradable ver tu cara completa al hablarte, y cuando no lo hiciste te dejaron. Dijeron que no eras cortés, que tú falta de educación era un insulto. Todo se vino abajo.

Te lanzaron cosas, acercaban sus manos rápidamente a tu cara para quitarte la máscara, pero solo era una burla. Tu rostro preocupado les divertía como si fuera el mejor show que hayan visto en sus vidas. Y esos imbéciles sin entretenimiento se quedaron.

“Ni siquiera sé por qué te molestas.” La voz femenina resonó en el salón, las clases habían terminado y te apresurabas a guardar tus cosas e irte, pero un brazo en tus hombros te detuvo. “Somos amigos, no vamos a burlarnos ni nada.” Sus promesas estaban vacías y tenían menos valor que un centavo, pero no podías hacer más que quedarte en tu lugar y bajar la cabeza.

“Tal vez está escondiendo una quemadura.” Otro chico habló, sonriendo como si incomodarte no fuera más que una broma inocente. No le importaba en lo más mínimo y su postura relajada te lo comunicaba. “Una quemadura tan fea que si la ves, vas a vomitar.”

“No digas eso, tienes que ser amable. ¿Verdad?” La voz sínica te hizo temblar cuando más se acercaba por tus hombros hasta tu cuello. “¿Puedes decirle que no sea un hijo de perra? Tal vez así te deje de molestar.”

“Solo dejaré de jugar si te quitas la máscara.” Con una perra que te sostenía por los hombros y el imbécil que se acercó para por fin callar a la voz que le gritaba en su cabeza, casi gritaste y te sacudiste. No querías que te vieran, no querías que vieran tu cicatriz. Tus ojos empezaron a llorar cuando el agarre de la chica te sostuvo con más fuerza hasta empujarte dolorosamente contra alguna silla, sentiste el pupitre pinchar tu costado y pataleaste contra el aire cuando viste a esos dos gritarte en la cara que te calmaras y no seas histérica, pisando tus pies para evitar tus golpes.

Las cosas pasaron en cámara lenta mientras tus uñas arañaban lo que lograban sostener de la piel de alguno de los dos. Estabas llorando y el calor de la máscara era aún mayor. Pero cuando sentiste que tus pulmones iban a explotar, de repente la libertad te golpeó junto al sonido de algo cayendo contra otras mesas. Una cabellera rubia estaba frente a ti, un chico alto que miraba a los dos renacuajos que chillaron y se quejaron por haber caído contra los pupitres.

Todo se sentía irreal mientras los gritos te asfixiaban, la voz del hombre se hizo camino para ser escuchada por todos, rugiendo con rabia, sacando a la fuerza a los dos estudiantes. El silencio reinó cuando él cerró la puerta del salón mientras te calmabas. Temblaste por el miedo y te dolía el cuerpo, querías chillar y volver a casa. Tu salvador notó tu nariz moqueando y se acercó lentamente, sentándose en una silla a dos mesas de distancia.

“¿Quieres ir a la enfermería?” Su voz era silenciosa, casi como un susurro, no queriendo alterarte o hacer que te duelan los oídos. Su mirada gentil estaba pintada de azul y buscaba alguna herida grave en tus manos o cuello. En cuidado con el que se mantuvo alejado, pero pendiente, presente y dispuesto a ayudarte mientras aún calmabas tu respiración y tus llantos, sin importarle cuando te cubrías la máscara con algo de temor aun aferrándose a tus huesos.

Entendió que querías silencio, entonces te lo dio, pero te cuidó hasta que ya era más tarde de lo habitual. No había ruido afuera del salón, ni siquiera los conserjes se escuchaban y parecía que incluso los autos de la carretera respetaban sus deseos.

En la escuela se escuchó un nuevo rumor, esta vez uno más cerca de la realidad. A Dainsleif, el misterioso muchacho de la clase D, estaba cuidando del estudiante de la clase B. Claramente nadie volvió a quejarse de tu mascarilla sin tener alguna discusión con él.

English:

It was a mystery why you were wearing a mask. Initially the answer to curious minds was a rumor about your failing health, and as it spread like wildfire, people came forward with an almost vulgar desire to know the real reason. They asked with smiles, with curious faces and in a good manner at first, but they only received silence and your lowered gaze.

The rumors escalated until you were born without the ability to speak, and the good manners in which the curious approached were different. Curiosity began to turn morbid. And as the reasons for discovering your secrets darkened, so did the tricks of your classmates.

The requests accompanied by sweet words passed to bored faces that were only waiting for a new show, something fun to see from you. They told you it would be nicer to see your full face when they talked to you, and when you didn't, they left you. They said you were not polite, that your lack of education was an insult. Everything fell apart.

They threw things at you, quickly bringing their hands to your face to take off your mask, but it was just a taunt. Your worried face amused them as if it were the best show they had ever seen in their lives. And those unentertained morons stayed.

“I don't even know why you bother.” The female voice echoed in the room, classes had ended, and you hurried to put your things away and leave, but an arm on your shoulders stopped you. “We're friends, we're not going to make fun of each other or anything.” His promises were empty and worth less than a penny, but you could do nothing but stay in your place and hang your head.

“Maybe they're hiding a burn.” Another boy spoke up, smiling as if making you uncomfortable was nothing more than an innocent joke. He didn't care in the slightest, and his relaxed posture communicated that to you. “A burn so bad that if you see it, you're going to throw up.”

“Don't say that, you have to be nice. True?" The sinic voice made you shiver the closer it got over your shoulders to your neck. “Can you tell him not to be a son of a bitch? Maybe then he will stop bothering you.”

“I will only stop playing if you take off your mask.” With a bitch holding you by the shoulders and the asshole reaching out to finally silence the voice screaming in his head, you almost screamed and shook. You didn't want them to see you, you didn't want them to see your scar. Your eyes began to cry when the girl's grip held you tighter until she pushed you painfully against a chair, you felt the desk pinch your side and you kicked against the air when you saw those two yelling in your face to calm down and not be hysterical, stepping on your feet to avoid your blows.

Things happened in slow motion while your nails scratched what they could hold of the skin of either of you. You were crying and the heat from the mask was even greater. But when you felt like your lungs were going to explode, freedom suddenly hit you, along with the sound of something falling against other tables. A blonde haired guy stood in front of you, a tall boy looking at the two tadpoles who screamed and complained about falling against the desks.

Everything felt unreal as the screams choked you, the man's voice made its way to be heard by everyone, roaring in rage, forcibly removing the two students. Silence reigned as he closed the living room door while you calmed down. You shook with fear and your body ached, you wanted to scream and go home. Your savior noticed your runny nose and slowly approached, sitting in a chair two tables away.

“Do you want to go to the infirmary?” His voice was quiet, almost like a whisper, not wanting to upset you or make your ears hurt. His gentle gaze was painted blue and he was searching for any serious wound on your hands or neck. In care with which he stayed away, but attentive, present and willing to help you while you still calmed your breathing and your cries, not caring when you covered your mask with some fear still clinging to your bones.

He understood that you wanted silence, so he gave it to you, but he took care of you until it was later than usual. There was no noise outside the room, not even the janitors could be heard, and it seemed that even the cars on the road respected his wishes.

A new rumor was heard at school, this time one closer to reality. Dainsleif, the mysterious boy from class D, was taking care of the student from class B. Clearly no one complained about your mask again without having some discussion with him.

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cephei-ea · 2 years ago

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Genshin - Argument Pt1

Characters: Diluc, Ch*lde, Dainsleif

Genre: angst, HCs

Synopsis: you walk out during an argument, when the guys say something hurtful.

Warnings: yelling, cursing, mentions of assault, mugging and murder/kidnapping, ch*lde (ginger) content, I REALIZED right after writing Diuc’s part that I’d gotten carried away so the rest after him are shorter

THIS IS UNEDITED EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES🙏

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Diluc

* Y’all were arguing over him overworking himself.

* You we’re just concerned for his health, but he just wasn’t seeing it from your perspective.

* After all, it wasn’t you who was spending all of your hours, well into the morning and hardly getting any sleep, any food, any rest, for the past month.

* You’d brought up the concern to him before, but all he would do is brush you off and insist you’re overreacting.

* Tell you that he’d be done soon,

* to not worry.

* Only to return to his work immediately like he hadn’t just promised to put down his pen.

* File after file after document after signature, you both knew it was exhausting, but the man was too used to his old bad habits

* One day, you decided to bring it up again, seeing the cold plate of food you left for him on the table hours ago

* And the deep purple bags beneath his eyes.

Smoothing your lithe fingers along his shoulder blades and dragging them up towards his shoulders, where you pause to massage his muscles for a moment. The man sighs and temporarily puts down the pen, rubbing a hand down the curves of his tired face and placing the other on yours, against his shoulder.

“Darling, come to bed?” He finally turns and solemnly shakes his head, even after seeing the sadness taking its place in your eyes. “Please?” You plead, softly brushing a strand of right red hair behind his ear. “You’ve been working enough.” The man leans into your touch; but furrows his brows.

“I can’t. The winery needs remodeling and all kinds of attention. It’s not just any work, and surely none that I can ignore.” He stands and calmly exits the room, leaving you behind, still staring at his chair with an irritation in your eyes he had failed to note. You take a breath in and quietly blow it out through your mouth, a weak attempt at calming yourself. Diluc is filling a tall glass with water and sipping it with closed eyes when you enter. The moon behind him reflects through the window and makes him glow; beautiful.

“Diluc we haven’t gone to sleep together in weeks. Please. I’ll help you in the morning, but I can’t let you lose so much sleep.” You plead again, stepping toward him to coax him away from his never ending work. He shrugs you off almost instantly.

“Listen!-“ he sighs after his short outburst. “Just leave me be, I don’t need you meddling in my work. It has nothing to do with you.” Your brows knit together, a crease forming above the bridge of your nose. “Don’t concern yourself, just go to bed and I’ll join you later.” His replies were curt, and bland, lighting the flame underneath your emotions.

“M…” you began— but the words caught in your throat before your mouth could catch up. “Meddling?” On your lovers part, he wasn’t doing much better handling the stress than you. He couldn’t explain why he was pushing you away, he needed you now most. You were the only one he’d allow close to him and the only one who could calm him. But as of then, he was getting irritated, a likely result of his sleep deprecation; his grip on his glass tightening. More and more until he couldn’t compress the glass any farther without hurting himself and you. “Diluc what are you on right now?” The man let out a shaky breath. His mind no longer on the fact that he had so much work to do. “Why are you being an ass to me right now?” You sniffled. The lights seemed to grow dimmer, a thick tension settling between you two, as rare as it was.

“I’m getting angry and I don’t want to yell at you, just leave me alone and stop being so overbearing. I can’t stand it.” Your pot of emotions began to boil.

“What the fuck did you just-“ the loud screech of glass shattering, landing and then disordered and scattered across the walnut wooded floors interrupted you. This followed the brassy slosh of water that dropped in place and spilled sloppily around the room. Dilucs fist slammed into the counter along with his glass of water, a dull but powerful thud shaking you to your core and the thick glass shards he’d created flying across the room in all directions. A hand of yours shot to your mouth, eyes now wide after feeling a painful sear across the skin of your abdomen. You grunt, a high pitched hum he seemed to miss. Soon after the disruption ensued the near quiet drops of blood against the glass below your lover as his hand bled from the gashes across his palm. You felt one yourself, the trickle of red hot blood slipping down your hip— one of them must have knicked you. His hand bled profusely, but he only squeezed it into a fist. The limit to how much you could take had long been crossed, and now, you felt unsafe. He opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t have time to convey his message, you’d left the room entirely, a hand at your waist as you hurried out of the room. It took your lover a moment to catch up, and when he did, he was hauling ass to the front doors, only to find them wide open and you nowhere in sight. Frantically, the man had searched high and low around the winery for you. Inside and out, had very maid and every butler on the look out— all while regretting what he’d done; repeating the same curse over and over. Demeaning himself for hours on end. Diluc Ragnvindr, for the first time in years, was a wreck.

It was late at night when your lover finally gave up, opting to wait you out and having faith that you would return to him. Diluc was sitting on a couch near the fireplace, his hands intertwined and supporting the rest of his head. His leg was bouncing like a cheap washing machine, eyes fixed on the dim fire light and his brain fixed on you. What might have happened to you late at night, your eyesight impaired by the darkness and without your weapon or armor. Wearing nothing but your clothing for bed. The thought made his short fingernails dig so deeply into his bones that new beads of crimson pooled at his skin. Maybe you’d gone to a friends house. You were probably safe.

But what if you weren’t?

And what if you were in danger?

Or even worse— what if you never returned?

Childe

* The argument started when he returned home with even more injuries than last time.

* You’d had this argument before and Childe knew by the way your hands trembled and you bit your lip,

* You weren’t happy having to patch him up again.

* Placing away the medical kit, Childe stood from your shared bed and limped over to hug you from behind.

* It escalated so quickly, the ginger hardly had time to react.

* You shoved him off, immediately wiping the tears that pooled when he couldn’t see your face

* “Babe?”

* You immediately yell at him. “NO.” your smaller shoulders quivering as tears streamed down your face. He wished he could see you.

* “You promised me!! You swore to god!!”

* You were right, he thought. He’d given you his word that he would take better care of himself.

* But what did that matter when he needed to fill his quota for the week? The Tsaritsa was relentless.

* “I know babe but you don’t have to yell at me. Just calm down.”

* “Calm down!?”

* Suddenly you got beef with a ginger 💀

Childe placed a hand on his head, dragging his palm down his face and rubbing the crease between his brows with a thumb. You wouldn’t listen. Not when you were upset like this. But after relentlessly fighting for hours, he didn’t have the energy for this. Not now. Not tonight. The lights overhead suddenly felt all too bright, urging on the pounding in his head.

“Ajax, I mean are you even fucking listening to me!!?? Why must you always have the attitude of a child when I’m being serious right now!” His teeth ground, fists clenched.

“I don’t need your nagging right now, okay?” His voice was quiet. And by that alone, you knew he was irritated. But with the countless sleepless nights and migraines; worrying about where the love of you life could possibly be at those ungodly hours of the night. Wondering if he was even alive and only receiving your answer in the morning, when you would find him passed out on the floor, bleeding profusely from injuries that littered his skin. Soon to be scars soaked the carpet beneath him a crimson red you’d never have gotten used to; had it not been for the endeavors of your lover.

“I don’t want you to fucking die, how is that nagging, Ajax!!??” Having to spend hours cleaning out Tartaglia’s blood from your carpet was traumatizing, your hands would often be stained red with his blood by the time you finished, late into the night.

His wounds hurt. Whether it was the stress or irritation that caused the aching beneath his skin; he didn’t know.

“I’d rather ‘fucking die’ than have to put up with you every day.” He whispered in a tone he could have sworn was quiet enough. When you didn’t snap back immediately, the eleventh harbinger feared for the worst. Turning to you fully now, he searched your face for any clue of what you may have been thinking. He merely found trickling tears at your jaw and a crease above the bridge of your nose. “Wait, hold on, I didn’t mean th-“ you storm past your lover, closing your bedroom door behind you when you enter, as if that’ll stop him. He enters not long after to find you already with a duffel bag half filled and your left hand wiping tears away from your skin. Lip trembling pathetically. He panics; he hadn’t realized the potency of the effects of his words and what they could do to you. He never did. “Hey, nonono! Put down the bag, cmere. Baby, please-“ he pressed the bag into the bed and pulled you away from it, into his chest despite your protests.

“Childe, I swear to god get your hands off me.”

“No, I’m sorry. No, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said, love, I never would say something like that to you-“ He was cut short when you shoved away from him, glaring indignantly into his softened, yet concerned, blue eyes and spinning away soon after. You booked it out the door, before he even realized your absence, you’d already grabbed your car keys, slipped on the easiest pair of boots and coat and were unlocking the front door. Oh how Childe wished he were quicker. The moment the door slides open and he’s almost caught up to you, hears the rush of some of the hardest rainfall you’d gotten in months. A few lightning strikes flashed in the distance and with one last look from you, you slammed the door behind you and left.

“Fine then. Wouldn’t want you to die.” Childe could have sworn he was ready to cry. He’d been too late by just a second or two and he ended up slamming his fists against the door, hard. The Fatui was fast, however, and violently swung open the door as quickly as he could. A mere few seconds after you’d left. The scowl on his face deepened and the panic in his eyes had set. You were long gone. The ginger sprinted for the garage, only to find the door wide open and your expensive car missing. He didn’t mind the pouring rain soaking him or the gravely concrete beneath his feet. The only thing he could focus on was your absence and the storm you had driven off in and how he remembered he was going to mention you needed to get your brakes checked. They seemed to have been acting up as of late.

“FUCK.” The man cursed deeply, looking around frantically to make sure he hadn’t missed you. Maybe your car was being repaired and you were still here? The only way to avoid his worst case scenario, Ajax believed, was to not allow the opportunity to present itself. For the first time in a while, Childe was reminded of how damn sudden loss was. How it could happen at any moment to anyone for any reason and the panicking man would have no clue until after it were too late. He’d forgotten.

He’d forgotten to appreciate you.

He’d forgotten how he had no time to waste fighting with his loved ones. Especially with you. And with this in mind, Tartaglia booked it inside for the keys to his Rolls Royce. The sleek black car he’d picked out with you beeping when he unlocked it. And though sitting in the car that had infinitely too many memories of you for him to handle, if he wanted to ensure the creation of more memories, the ginger had no choice but to drive until he found himself bringing you home.

Dainselif

* This poor man was sitting by the fire for hours, mind plagued by the idea that he would inevitably lose you one day.

* However, instead of saddening him, it only angered him.

* The stick he had been playing with snapped between his fingers, a clear demonstration of his frustrations.

* Hearing the rather loud snap across the hall as you readied your shared bed for the night, you looked up.

* Why was your lover still up? With the fire on, no less?

* You stalked over to the fireplace, only to find him hunched over and leaned on his knees like he was crying.

* You rushed over and lifted his head.

* “Don’t touch me.” He couldn’t stand the feeling of your skin on his, despite his crippling addiction to it.

* If he enjoyed it too much, the loss would only be worse.

“Dain? Love, what’s wrong?” Your voice was filled with concern that Dainsleif found irritating. He almost never angered. And when he did, he tended to push you and everyone else away.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” His anger was concise, his tone snapping at you so harshly that you saddened. He’d always been sure to lace his words with the sweetest of sugar, to make sure he wouldn’t scare you off. Hearing it without the love it usually had, told you something was very wrong.

“Dainsleif don’t push me away, please.” You sat beside him and Dainsleif felt like he was losing his mind. Maybe it was foolish, but he never intended on caring so much for someone. Much less falling in love. His love for you had grown dangerously deep. In that he would kill for you. He would find a way to take his own life if you commanded it of him. He would play dead until the end of time. The sofa dipped beside him and he clenched his fist.

“Just stop.” His voice was hushed. “Leave me alone.” He raised his voice at you, which he never did. Clearly, he was very upset, but if he wouldn’t let you know what it was that caused this outburst, you couldn’t help. It was so unlike him to act this way.

“Dainsleif don’t you dare raise your voice at me. I’m here to help you not for you to take our anger out on. Just tell me what happened and-“

“I wish you would just disappear.” And of course Dainsleif didn’t mean it literally. But he’d never felt so terrified. He wished the feeling of vulnerability away; not you. Never you. Not ever in millions of life times would he ever be able to wish you away.

“Oh yeah?” You sighed, standing immediately and walking to the door. The blonde was very fast in realizing his mistake, lifting his head to look at you. By the time he could even stand, you were up and walking out of the door. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, his chest aching beneath his skin. “Goodbye Dainsleif.” You would never leave the love of your life. Of course you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. But you wanted to at least get back at him. For making your heart crack after you’d placed it so carefully in his palm. You throw a jacket over your shoulders and bolt out the door. Surely the traveler will be able to hook you up with a nice place to stay, after all, he’d always been so kind to you.

Now, it took Dainsleif all too long to realize that you were actually gone. He lifted his head in a feeble search for you, still hardly able to process the fact that you’d abandoned him. If you looked him in the eyes and asked him why he truly said those things to you, he would be speechless. The moment his hazy thoughts were able to piece together what was happening, he sprinted to the door, hoping that if he opened it, you’d still be there. Alas, his hopes were for naught and the realization that you’d abandoned him, and that it was his fault, knocked the air out of him. The fear he had acted upon had come to life, and Dainsleif could swear to Celestia that he couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure what he would do if you didn’t return quickly. And even if you didn’t, Dainsleif would have sat on the couch for centuries, waiting for you until you returned for him, to place his awaiting lips against yours. Exactly where you’d left him, head in his hands and tears threatening to fall at any second.

A/N:

I realize this is very very late and I apologize

I didn’t expect my workload to increase by so much

#dainsleif #childe #tartaglia #diluc #childe angst #dainslief angst #diluc angst #genshin #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #dainslief x reader #diluc x reader

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mondaymelon · 1 year ago

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— 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿. ♥

:feat~ dainsleif x gn!reader:

⤷ part of @favonius-library's exchange event ! ⤷ gift for @k-zu !! enjoy ✩ ⤷ angst and slight enemies to lovers, implied past relationship

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art by @/nuishiron on twitter!

You were of his past. His cursed, damned past.

Those remnants of moments that plagued him, those fragments that coursed through his blood like poison, the collapsing world, alight with tongues of flame… those mirages that flash across his vision, all of it, whenever he sees you.

The way he felt like his heart was wrenched into two.

The times when he would collapse on the ground, hand clutching the fabric above his heart, breathing labored and sight flickering… how the entire world seemed to burn.

He could still hear them.

The way the skies seemed to darken, and how they screamed, their cries of help, the desperate calls of his name, and then the deafening silence.

The silence that seemed to overpower all sounds.

Those cursed recollections that your very sight would inflict upon him. The mimicked pain that felt much more real than it should’ve, the way the ghostly war he had fought eons before still perpetually raged on in his mind.

In those times, he despised the way he silently shook, fists clenched and figure disheveled.

And for that, he despised you as well.

Was his hatred misplaced? Yes, and he was shamefully aware of that fact. But Dainsleif is one who has been broken far too many times, someone whose hope has been shattered past repair.

He needed someone to place his blame on, somewhere to pin for the wracking pains he experienced, and so there you were.

Yes, he would tell himself at times, late at night. There… you were.

Yet, even after he had distanced himself from you, why did his heart ache only more? He hadn’t seen you in eons, so why? He hated you, he should hate you, but why did the sight of you make him hurt in this way?

“Dain.”

That voice.

To think a single call of his name could make him tremble the way he did.

To think that such a simple word would make him rethink… everything.

He doesn’t want to look at you, but he does.

Ah… how could you still be so beautiful? So effortlessly enrapturing, just like all those years before? The way you said his name - just like that time when the two of you had watched the sunset, your head resting on his chest peacefully as he played with your hair, how the two of you had smiled so blissfully… so obliviously.

Those warm times that had been the happiest times of his life.

“Dain! Daiiinnnn!” Your voice rang through the air, causing the blonde to turn around, a quizzical expression on his face.

“Love, what is it?” He watched as you ran over, beaming all the while.

“Hehe, I have a surprise for you~!” The basket on your arm rustled as you dug through it, the excitement in your expression growing by the second. With a sparkle of your eyes, you grinned at him. “C’mon, close your eyes, silly!”

“...Alright.” He had tentatively closed them, awkwardly shifting around while waiting for… well, whatever you were about to do. And suddenly, amidst the sounds of your giggles, there was something else, the beating of his heart, loud in his flushed ears.

“...And there we go! You can open your eyes now~”

And when he did, starry eyes fluttering, all he can hear is his own heart, his fast inhale and exhale. The world seems to glimmer, all of it seems to shine, and in the middle of it is you. You, who is looking at him with such adoring eyes, sparkling with such ecstasy just because he was with you.

“Dain?”

With a voice of birdsong.

“Do you like it? I made it for you!”

“Me?” There are flower petals in half his sight, a crown of them on his head. And from where he stands, vision tunneling, all he can see is you, wearing a matching one of your own, smiling at him so blissfully.

“I love you, Dain.”

Your voice from the past spoke to him, words ringing in his head. You had stared up at him, smiling, eyes filled with such adoration.

…At that time, he had repeated those words.

And now, underneath his unchanging, calm facade, his heart races shamefully.

What had you done wrong?

Your eyes seem to plead to him, and it hurts. That’s right, what had you?

Ever since he had taken up vengeance, ever since he had begun to wander this godforsaken world, he had longed for that warmth.

It was his fault. All of it - for cursing such a blissfully innocent person as you.

And the way your gaze towards him is still so filled with hopeful affection… really, after all these years, you haven’t become any different, not one bit.

No, you have changed - and he can see it in your gaze, in the way you look at him, with such a fractured look in your teary eyes.

For just a moment, he can see it all. How you reach out tentatively, almost out of habit, but hesitatingly pause, before drawing your hand back, only glancing at the man with a trembling gaze. The way your stance is unbalanced, the way you quiver, like you’re ready to withdraw at the first sight of danger.

And maybe you were.

“...Dain, please. Stop… Stop running away from me.”

Somehow, even your voice sounds shattered. A tear slips from your eyes, then another. “Hate me all you want, but please, don’t leave.”

And for an instant, everything seems to stop, even time itself.

He wants to take your hands in his and pull you into him. He wants to embrace you, holding you so tightly he might just never let go, but instead, he stays silent. Because he has seen how he has broken you, someone as fragile as porcelain. And he is to blame for his ignorance.

Yes, now he’s decided.

He shouldn’t interact, shouldn’t interfere, because it’ll only hurt you more.

Ah… but his body moves on its own.

And before he knows it, there you are, pressed into him, clinging onto him like a lifeline, tears staining his clothes. In the moonlight, the single tear that falls from his shockingly azul eyes glimmers with radiance.

“...I’m sorry. I-”

His wavering voice cracks as he holds you tighter, swallowing hard. He knows that mere words would not be able to bridge the space between the two of you - the gaping chasm that he himself had created, when he had left you. Yet, how else would he be able to show you that he had changed?

“I was a mistake. Love, I promise you.

I will never leave you again.” ♥

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kleincantwrite · 2 years ago

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Stuck - Dainsleif - Part #1

Modern AU - You and Dainsleif get stuck in an elevator together

Synopsis: It's always been hard to tell what dainsleif is really thinking. His emotions seem to always ebb and flow, he's sometimes blunt, other times passionate. His erratic behaviour never interfered with you, however in contrast to the cold, blunt Dainsleif you see in the workplace, you see a more.... interesting side of him.

Content warnings: None (?)

Rating: SFW

Authors note: I picture Dain to be somewhat bipolar, coming off as cold and blunt, but in reality, he just doesn't know how to act. Autism impact part 1

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It's a late night at the office, and as you finish up your work for the evening, you notice a light on in the staff room across from your desk. Getting ready to head home, you go to collect your personal belongings. Your heels clacking on the tile floor, it's cold in the office, the heating having been broken for a while. The lack of carpet or any real decor adding to the chill. Approaching the light of the staff room, you open the door fully, announcing your arrival. You hear a soft gasp, shocking you. Looking into the room, you see the source of the sound, your co worker, Dainsleif.

"Do you always have to sneak around?" He suddenly speaks after a moment of awkward silence. His eyes dart around, squinting at you. He's probably been here since early morning, he's absolutely tired by now, and it shows. "I didn't know you were here, sorry." You respond, not sure how to act, being very tired yourself. You walk over to the lockers that line the walls, something Dainsleif had actually requested, rather than just using regular cupboards. You were sure Dainsleif had requested lockers for his own privacy rather than worrying about the privacy of his co workers. Dainsleif is a very private man, very rarely showing any real emotion to others, aside from a small smile every now and again when it's a good day.

Opening your locker, you put in the combination and pull the metal door open, reaching for your belongings. "You're going home?" You can feel him glaring at you as he asks. You turn around after grabbing your bag and your personal phone, shutting the locker as you face him. "That's the plan. Are you planning to stay for much longer?" You question, not really wanting to walk out to your car by yourself. Late nights in the city tend to bring out some... interesting people. "Why are you asking?" Dainsleif asks suspiciously, eyebrows dropping as he crosses his arms and stands up straight. You always seemed to upset him, even if it really wasn't your intention. He's always been somewhat lenient with some of your ruder coworkers, despite having the reputation to get them fired with a few words to your boss. However, when it came to you, he always seemed to have it out for you. Always judging you silently, questioning everything you do, observing you quietly while you work. It was unusual, but you were used to him acting this way. Although it was upsetting, the fact that you couldn't befriend him like you had originally planned, you still held him in high respects. "I just wanted to know if you had keys to lock up once you're ready to head out." You say, trying to clear yourself from his suspicion. He just glares, turning away from you, walking towards the door and turning the light off. You hurry after him, confused as to what he was doing, before coming to the realisation that he was leaving.

"Well? Are you coming?" He stands at the door to the office, watching you stand in the staff room doorway. Shocked by his question, you fumble with the staff room door handle, before he sighs and walks over to you, taking your key out of your hands gently, but forcefully, as he turns the key in the lock. Holding your keys back out to you, he gives you a judgemental look. "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm a bit shaky." He furrows his brows at this statement, looking angry at you. Afraid that he was going to scold you, you look away, but he simply turns away and walks towards the door, once again stopping and turning to wait for you.

"Hurry. It's late and I would much rather be at home than here." He says coldly. After locking the office door, the two of you walk towards the elevator. Working on the sixth floor of an office building certainly wasn't something you had pictured yourself doing when you were younger, but it paid your bills, and allowed you just enough time to enjoy your hobbies. You walked quietly beside Dainsleif, awkwardness creeping in between the two of you. Surprisingly, you could tell that he was feeling it too, hearing him clear his throat. Stopping at the elevator, you reach out to press the down button, before he reaches out quickly to press it before you do, glaring at you as he moves away to wait for the elevator. So childish. You think to yourself. It was kind of cute, watching him do something so out of character, to get competitive over pushing the elevator button before you could.

The elevator chimes as it arrives at your floor. The doors open, and you step in, feeling the cold metal of the elevator already. Realising you forgot your coat in the staff room, dreading having to walk from your car to the building tomorrow morning, in the freezing cold. You let out a shiver, teeth chattering, as Dainsleif almost snaps his neck to look at you, glaring. "You left your coat?" He asks, with that cold, deadpan voice. "Yeah, I must've left it at my desk, or in the staff room or something." You shuffle your feet around, worried for the second time tonight that a scolding was incoming. Instead, he does something unexpected and totally out of character. He grabs your arm gently and pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around you. You almost want to push against him, wanting to question him, but instead you decide to just enjoy the warmth. You shuffle further into him, holding him by wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him stiffen up slightly, but he didn't push you away. You were always impressed by his hips, he has always had an excellent waistline. What are you thinking? Imagining your co workers' body in such a way? Flustering yourself, you hide your face in his chest. He doesn't move his body at all, but he raises his arm to run his hands through your hair stiffly. This is so gentle, so unusual, it feels wrong to be so close to him after all of the glares he shoots you, after all of the blunt, borderline cruel 'advice' he gives you in the workplace.

"Are you still cold?" He asks stiffly. "Not anymore. You're warm." The last part slips out, but it seems to work in your favour as he pulls you closer. You look at the elevator display, it shows you're nearing the second floor. That is, until the screen flashes with an error, and the elevator comes to a buckling halt, shaking you around, jarring your body slightly. Dainsleif takes a step back, almost letting you fall, before you steady yourself on the side of the elevator. "What was that? Is the elevator broken? Did it stop?" Question after question, you look at him, awaiting an answer, expecting him to know.

"No clue." he says bluntly. Panic starts to set in as your brain goes over all of the things that could go wrong right now. It's so late that you don't think the elevator repair people would even be awake, let alone in the building. You would call emergency services, but your phone buzzes, turning off. It's out of battery. Just your luck, being stuck in an elevator late at night with someone that does'nt like you. Just your luck. Dainsleif takes a step towards you, pulling you to his side before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. Thank god his phone is working. You haven't said a word, too upset with the situation to really even think about what to say. "We're stuck in an elevator." You hear him say, his voice muffled due to your head being buried into his coat. He rattles off the address, giving some short, brief details, before letting them know his phone was low on power. You hear the operator say something, and he says something before hanging up.

"Are they going to get us out?" You ask, not really expecting a proper answer. "yes." He says briefly, before nudging you away from him, and the cold hitting you like a train. You look at him, feeling somewhat dejected, as he pulls his coat off and throws it at you. "Put it on. It'll be harder on the emergency services if they have to pull your frozen body out of the elevator." he chuckles a little bit. He actually chuckles. He actually made an attempt at a joke towards you? "Do you hate me, Dainsleif?" You're not sure why you ask, but you feel as though you need to. He looks at you pointedly, but it soon changes to confusion. A look you're not used to seeing on him at all. "Why do you ask?" He says, not giving you an answer. "You always look so upset with me, and you're really mean to me in the office." You say, not really sure with yourself, uncertain as to why you even said anything in the first place. "Mean?" He looks taken aback, his eyes widening ever so slightly, staring at you with those stunning eyes. You look down at your feet, before wrapping the coat further around yourself, feeling like a kid being reprimanded by someone. Not getting an answer from you, Dainsleif clears his throat, also looking away awkwardly. "I don't hate you. I just know how to seperate work from personal time." He says, eyes softening, just a bit, but still talking to you in that cold, blunt tone. You feel somewhat comforted by his words, despite how unfeeling they seem.

He steps towards you, looking at you. "Do you hate me?" He asks, with a gentler tone. "No". You answer right away. You don't even have to think about it, because you already knew what your answer would be even from the beginning. You quite liked dainsleif, when he wasn't glaring at you or huffing about some problem he apparently has with the work environment. He was very beautiful. Not handsome, but beautiful. Pretty, even. His face had such soft features, his eyes were so full of life, curiosity, emotion. His hair was always styled perfectly, occasionally with a hairpin or two to keep it out of his face. His lips are a soft pink, they never look chapped. He's the definition of perfect. If there was one person in the world that could have a running chance at being the most beautiful person, it would be him, by far. You notice he hasn't said anything, and you've been staring at his face for a while now. Has he moved closer? You think so. Your toes are almost touching, and he's leaning towards you, reaching his hand up. Whoa whoa whoa, what? Is he going to kiss you? Why? For what reason? All of a sudden? What should you do? What are you supposed to do in this situation? This is so out of nowhere that-

You feel his hands graze your hips, and his lips connect with yours. You almost pull away, almost. But you don't. Have you wanted him to kiss you? this badly? You put your hands on his shoulders, pulling him into you just a bit more, before he disconnects from the kiss, leaving your lips feeling cold from the sudden loss of the warmth of his body. He's still holding you in his arms, studying your expression before moving away, pulling away from you completely. "My apologies, I completely misread the situation." He says, looking somewhat embarrassed. Again, a side to him you'd never even dreamt of seeing. He's always been so... erratic? Especially with the way he shows his emotions. You quickly apologise, explaining you weren't upset or offended. Both of you feeling awkward, the two of you stand in silence, shifting your feet every couple of moments, until he finally speaks up "Would you mind if I were to kiss you again?"

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Part 2 will literally just be pure smut, I'll write it later because I'm so, so tired right now T-T

#Dainsleif #Genshin #Genshin impact #Genshin x reader #Genshin fluff #Genshin dainsleif #Dainsleif x reader #Dainsleif x male reader #Dainsleif x female reader #Dainsleif x gender neutral reader #Dainsleif fluff #Genshin modern AU

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tsuy4n · 2 years ago

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✦•···· Shenanigans ····•✦

Tags: Gn!reader, Y’all in college ofc, cursing, suggestive

Part I: Scaramouche, Aether (ft. Lumine), Venti

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Heizou

Xiao

Dainsleif

Tighnari (ft. Cyno)

#genshn impact #genshin impact x reader #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #dainsleif x reader #tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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peenyas · 1 year ago

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✦ short drabble, doting on them

I've been in a crazy mood, and thinking about how they'd take it.

✦ *˖ ° . //﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍

Content: domestic(? fluff, GN!reader

✧ Dainsleif ✧ Diluc ✧ [ SEPERATE ]

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dote on/upon (someone or something) : to give a lot of love or attention to (someone or something).

· Dainsleif ·

He wouldn't mind, though hiding the fact that he loves to be doted on. Being taken care of after so many hardships all his lifetime, his love looking after him and helps him with anything at all. He wouldn't ask for it though, seeing you act on your own accord to tend to him fills his heart and warms his cheeks. It makes him feel like there's still a place for him in this world, and that's where you are. Every time you coo and have him rest near you after a hard day, your hand brushing and massaging his head while whispering sweet nothings, all makes him feel like he's in heaven. Random reassurance you'd give him throughout the day with small kisses on the cheek, he loves it every time.

· Diluc ·

Would act like he doesn't really like it, how he's able to look after himself. But oh, that time when he was sick and you gave in everything. Looking after him, keeping him company, unconditional love no matter the sickness, from hand holding to kisses on his forehead after helping him take his medicine. It made his heart swell, it just felt so, so nice, that someone like you are there to love him and look after him. Even after getting better he'd still be a bit hesitant but deep down he's absolutely so ecstatic that you still dote on him, hiding his face in his arms on the table while you go get something for him, with the widest smile accompanied by blushed cheeks.

And of course, they will return the gesture (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

A/N: when i say I'm ill like im so fucked in the head because of (mainly) dainsleif rn, who tf cries about him for 3 nights straight. Oh i just want to care him rn... Wtv gn loves

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kkl1nch0r · 1 year ago

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title— watch the sky fall.

dainsleif x gender neutral reader 👹🫵

The sky was falling.

Dilapidated pillars that once shaped the nation that once ruled itself without a god collapsed, crumbling to pieces. The dark, crimson sky rumbled distantly, shaking the world itself, hungering for the broken lands of Khaenri’ah, of something once so beautiful, something once so alive.

The gods seemed to laugh as Khaenri’ah’s lands shook and tore off, and their people trembled in both terror and awe.

Amid disaster, a child cried for help, a shriek piercing through the hellish air. Dainsleif watched as humanity’s pride crumbled like the child, who kneeled before the ominous shadow of Celestia. He made no effort to save the child.

But somebody did; in the dark, a figure darted quickly through the tumbling debris, and deliberately pulled the child to safety. Dainsleif’s expression turned grim.

His call to your name did not reach you, as you covered the child from danger. As the sky roared, Dainsleif stomped to where you were and yanked you to your feet.

You weren’t shaking with fear. Tears were not pouring down your eyes. Your throat didn’t bear the collective howl of denial and petrification most of the citizens of Khaenri’ah did.

Instead, your face shone with a desperate, fleeting hope that Dainsleif himself knew would not come. Nobody was there to save them.

You watched in horror as the child in your arms descended into nothing but dust, having faced the wrath of the Heavenly Principles. The remains sifted through your fingers and were taken far.

“Dainsleif,” you said breathlessly, gesturing at the sky. “What– What’s going on?”

Khaenri’ah’s royal guard did not answer. He was just as hopeless as you were, and as he expected it, tears fell from your face, nurturing the last weeds that would ever grow alive in the nation without a god.

“What’s happening, Dainslief? Dainslief!”

You were yelling and staggered over to the distraught man. Cupping his face into your hands, you stared into his eyes. “Dainsleif, wake up.”

Dainslief remained immobile. “…Gone. All gone.”

Your eyes shook. The last thing you needed was confirmation from the Captain of the Royal Guard that Khaenri’ah was going to hell. You needed him in this difficult time, but he gave nothing.

“No, no, no,” you said, trying for a reassuring tone. “No, you’ll survive, and you’ll save this place. You’ll grant something the people desperately need now: salvation.”

That got Dainsleif. He pushed you away, fury haloing his eyes. His mouth twisted into something you’d never seen before: anger, hopelessness, sorrow, and pain.

“You call this salvation?!” He asked furiously, at the writhing cubes that plagued the sky, sucking the life from something you once called home. “This– this thing–”

Dainslief gestured wildly to the crashing rocks, wilting weeds, the heads of severed children. He had no words to say.

“You just can’t have a little faith, can’t you?”

The man grits his teeth at your statement. “Faith is just another farce the gods created. Faith created this place, and now this place falls to the hands of Celestia. Don’t you think having more faith might take a toll on you?” Dainsleif turned away, silence answering the last of your dying questions, trampling on your last hopes.

You knew the man had a point, as you watched him walk away, among the withering trees and dying aspirations. Gazing at the sky, you sought mercy, but a dimensional gap opened in the dark sky, and teeth-like projections screeched, sucking in what remained of this broken, broken land.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to ask why, just why? The gods appreciated beautiful things, and Khaenri’ah was so…so beautiful. You were born and raised here, born with the desire to mature and protect this fantasy of a home.

You felt like a mouse staring at its demise, eyes trembling at the claws of a hungry cat. Something so tiny and insignificant. The blade belted at your hip was gripped with fervor, as you chased after Dainsleif.

Dainsleif was treading his last walk upon this earth, glowing with sorrow and his last festering desires. Everything was a waste, until you were there behind him, tightly looping your bloodied arms, clinging to his broad stature, hugging your fractured body close to his.

A breath hitched in the man, and you realized he was weeping, mourning something he knew he couldn’t mourn. People he knew, things he loved.

“It’ll be alright,” you said quietly. Debris fell around you, as you cast a protective spell over the broken man. “It’ll be alright. You and me.”

“Why–” Dainsleif choked on his own words. “Why are you still here?”

You shushed the man, and started to hum the soothing lullabies the young children loved to hear. Dainsleif stopped talking, and stood, having himself lulled to your voice.

Despite all the voice cracks and the tune sung like a broken record, you finished the song, a lasting pitch that seemed to orchestrate death raining itself upon the people. Cries of terror and anguish harmoniously belted across the land as one.

But you held Dainslief close, almost washing out his dreadful thoughts. The man spoke again, loud and clear. “Will I see you ever again?”

It was a stupid question, but Dainsleif let himself be selfish. The world was ending, the sky was falling. What more could he do than wish one last time, for his beloved companion to remain here with you.

“Probably not,” you murmured, nestling in him for comfort. “But you will live on, will you?”

“Probably not,” Dainsleif said, and that made the both of you chuckle. It faded into silence, and you felt dread creep up your spine, ready to send Khaenri’ah to nothing but fiery wrath.

“I’ll use the last of myself to protect you,” you whispered into his ear. The spell was still active, and it seemed to shrink closer, fading from your fingertips, isolating you from the illuminated body of Dainslief. “Live, for the hopes of our people.”

Dainslief sighed, taking your hand in his; he gazed at your eyes, fresh tears welling in his. The sky split into millions of shards, signaling the gods’ last act; they were to give Khaenri’ah a grand finale. You bid your last farewells, and Dainsleif whispered his last goodbyes.

The man hugged you close, and the world split apart.

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Mondstadt was lively. Well, the inside of one of its finest taverns was. Mumbles of conversation idly drifted towards the knight’s ears as he took another light sip of his wine, half-heartedly swishing it around in his cup.

Dainsleif had survived the destruction of Khaenri’ah, after all. Through every step he took, he was reminded of the promise he had bid to you as you fell to the cruelty of the archons, slipping out of his reach.

How his heart ached. Perhaps the last hope of his people would remain ungranted, after all.

As Dainsleif propped his head on one hand, he’d noticed somebody dozing on the counter of the bar, head down, the bartender grumpily shaking them to wake them up.

A flash of familiar scenes of events whirled around Dainsleif’s mind. Khaenri’ah’s fall, the spell, the promise he’d made…

It can’t be, Dainsleif thought to himself as he slowly stood up. It just cannot be. They said…

“Probably not,” you had said, as you fell towards the depths of what was known as the Abyss. So why were you here, alive, alone?

Dainsleif seemed to trip over himself as he approached your waking figure. There were so many things to say, so many things to talk over…

Dainsleif whispered your name, as you had woken from the effects of dandelion wine, watching as your eyes glistened with tears, the hope rekindled in them.

“I guess a little faith can go far,” you said, gazing up at Dainsleif.

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