#Genshin Impact Fanfiction

[nosyp]

Okay so, I have a thought that just won't leave my head. What about kaeya and maybe other genshin man that work at a brothel, kaeya is highly requested but on a certain night, he only has eyes for the reader, he wants them to choose him, may even go out of his way just to flirt with them

Dunno, this thought won't leave my head, I'm thirsty for this man 😭

Title = Playing Favorites

Warnings = smut, brothel, fingering

Pairings = Kaeya x GN! reader

Word count = 1.8k words

A/N = I tried to make it gender neutral. I promise. MDNI

Kaeya: the talk of the brothel. Everytime you enter the brothel, you see his face on the “employee of the year” poster. Why? Because he was an attractive man. The man whose face structure was shaped with such precision that it spared no chances for mistake, the man who had everyone turning heads.

You honestly never cared for messing around with men who probably would give no shit about you outside of his work. After all, his work revolved around sleeping with other people.

But somehow you end up here, in the brothel— maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was loneliness, or maybe it was the soft, lingering scent of wine that drew you in. But you never expected to see the man himself.

Kaeya.

He didn’t look real when you first saw him. Loose silk shirt, chest exposed just enough to tease. Hair tied back with a ribbon that matched his smirk. He was leaning against the bar, swaying slightly to the music, his beautiful sapphire eye glittering in the ray of the moonlight. He knew people were watching— and he loved it. It was his line of work: seducing people.

But something happened when he spotted you. He didn’t know what it was about you that drew him to you… but it was strong. A strong attraction he’d never had with any other, you were special. 

He blinked once, twice; You didn’t disappear. Then he smiled, maybe you were the girl that the archons above sent for him. Maybe you were the last puzzle piece of his so-called “fantasy life”.

So he went up to you, with his usual tone. “I haven’t seen you around before,” he said, trying to act uninterested. “Are you here for someone… in particular or just browsing? If it’s the latter, I could help.”

You opened your mouth, but he cut you off.

“Actually, no need to answer. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve already decided.” he whispers softly in your ear, breath fanning your neck. “You’ll be my client for the night.”

He doesn’t take clients easily— but oh not anymore. He’s got regulars, rich ones, powerful ones. But tonight? He tells them all he’s booked. No explanation.

He takes you to his room which is not some basic setup. Oh no. It’s Kaeya’s room. All velvet and candles and expensive silky smooth sheets. You can feel the heat from his body before he even touches you. And when he does?

He doesn’t rush.

Kaeya explores every part of you with a slow, gloved hand. He observes your reactions with a sly smirk to see what makes you whimper, what makes you moan, what makes you go crazy.

“You’re shaking,” he whispers, his thumb brushing your jaw softly.  “Am I that good… or are you just that desperate for me?”

He kisses like he’s starving and cocky about it. Everything he does is teasing at first—pulls back right when you start to moan, makes you beg a little, just to hear it.

And when you finally lose it and pull him down? It drives him crazy, but he can’t show it, so he only laughs. 

“Careful,” he murmurs. “You’ll make me fall for you on our first night.”

“Maybe that’s what I want to happen,” you tease back. 

His smirk falters for just a moment.

It’s subtle… almost barely there but you catch it. That small twitch of his lip, the sharp exhale through his nose. Kaeya was never caught off guard… yet you? You say one line and it rattles the hell out of him.

But only for a second, remember that.

“You’re dangerous, addictive too.” he hums, his voice sweet and slow as he brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. “You might be the first to actually ever try to seduce me.”

He leans down until your noses almost touch, eyes flickering down to your lips, then back to your gaze like he’s debating whether to devour or worship you.

“And what if I said I wanted to fall?” you reply.

He kisses you, deeper this time. No teasing. No games. It’s slow and possessive, like he’s trying to engrain the shape of your mouth into memory. His hand trails down your side, pulling you closer, until your body is flush against his.

You swear you feel his heartbeat.

“Lie down for me,” he murmurs into your lips. “I want to see you laid out in my sheets. Want to remember this forever.”

The dim flickering of the candlelight paints your skin with a seductive glow, and Kaeya just admires the scene of you laying down for a moment, letting himself fully take you in like you’re a never seen beauty before.

“You’re not like the others,” he mentions quietly before slipping his gloves off with slow, deliberate grace and tossing them off as if they never mattered.

You stare deep into his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“They pay to feel wanted… but you…” He trails off, crawling over you, leaving you underneath him. “You make me feel.”

His lips find the skin of your neck, pressing soft kisses… lower… lower, until you’re gasping softly under him. His hands roam freely around your body. It’s warm, confident, but gentle. He takes his time, mapping your body and putting it in his itinerary like he plans to revisit every inch again later.

And when he finally brings his fingers between your thighs, teasing you through your clothes.

“I want to hear you,” he murmurs. “Every sound, every plea. I want to know exactly how to ruin you— to break you.”

He watches your reaction like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Because to him, tonight? You’re not a client. You’re not a paycheck. No honey— you’re something worth remembering, someone he might never be able to let go.

His hand ghosts between your legs, teasing, not quite touching. It’s just enough to make your breath hitch a bit. And then with a soft click, his knee moves forward, settling it perfectly between your thighs. He presses in just enough to part your legs wide open and he intends to keep them there, firm and tight.

“Now, now,” Kaeya coos, his tone half-mocking and half-affectionate. “No hiding from me, sweetheart.”

You squirm instinctively, the friction of his knee only intensifying the ache that’s already building in your core. He’s not even touching you properly and yet your body is begging.

Kaeya notices. Of course he does.

He leans closer, one hand placed right beside your head on the bed, the other still trailing lazy circles against your inner thigh, brushing so close to where you want him, but not yet there.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear, “already so wet for me. So eager… it’s almost sinful how sweet you are.” 

He dips his head lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat, down your collarbone, even tugging at the fabric with his teeth like he’s starving for more skin. 

His knee grinds just a little, barely any pressure, but it still makes you gasp… and that’s what he wants. That sound. That need. He wants you to need him like he’s air. 

“You like this?” he asks, teasing but laced with something deeper now. “You like being under me? Letting me decide when you get touched? When you get to come?”

His hand finally dips between your legs, fingertips brushing against your clothed heat and the moment he feels the wetness seeping through, he lets out a sharp, low groan.

“Fuck. I haven’t even started and you’re this wet?” he groans to himself, like he’s the one coming undone. “You’re gonna drive me insane y’know.”

And then?

He pulls back, just enough to make you whine. He’s still on top of you, staring down at you with lustful, hungry eyes.

“Say it,” he says, his lips only inches from yours. “Tell me what you want me to do. Beg for it.”

That cocky, infuriating smirk is back. Like he’s not sure whether to ruin you slowly… or fall to his knees and worship.

Nevertheless, you beg. You beg like an animal in heat. “M-mhhh— Kaeya… please. I want you so bad, just fuck me already~!”

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, nice to know you can listen to orders.” he softly mutters.

Then, his hands are tugging at the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you, asking for permission to which you nod lightly. 

He peppers soft, soft kisses from your inner thigh… closer… and closer to the heat, but then he pulls away. His fingers are back into play. His lips slick with your arousal, and god, the way he licks it off like it’s honey off his tongue. He knows what he’s doing to you.

“I could stay down here all night,” he purrs. “But I think you’re ready for more… aren’t you?”

His hand slides back up your thigh, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the path his mouth just worshipped. Then you feel the cool contrast of his gloved fingers teasing your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he says with a breathless laugh. “Such a good girl… so obedient, so ready.”

And then he presses one finger in very slowly, gently, watching every reaction ripple across your face. He curls it just right, dragging it against that spot like he’s done this a thousand times, but it’s you that has him focused like this.

“Tight,” he groans softly, leaning in to kiss your neck. “So tight around just one finger. How will you take me, hmm?”

But he doesn’t give you time to answer. He adds another—two fingers now, pumping them slow and deep, his thumb starting to circle your clit in lazy, delicious strokes.

“Tell me how it feels,” he says, voice low. “Let me hear how much you want me.”

Your moans only make him move faster, deeper. His fingers curl just right, hitting that perfect rhythm. He’s filling you, stretching you, praising you with every flex of his finger.

“You’re clenching so sweetly,” he whispers. “So desperate. Are you going to come on my fingers like a good girl?”

His thumb presses down just right… and your whole body trembles.

“There it is,” he grins, kissing the corner of your mouth. “That’s what I wanted. Don’t hold back now. I want to feel it.”

And as you fall apart on his fingers, legs shaking and voice broken from moaning his name. He looks absolutely entranced. Like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he promises, voice dark and full of lust. “Not even close.”

[zhongtea]

ifa has calloused hands.

they’re worn and rough from all the years as a vet; his skin is littered with constellations of scars from less than cooperative saurians. he’s a working man, hands on in every aspect of his life. and his hands, despite the gloves he may wear, are proof of this.

but oh how the graze of those very hands make you fall apart. they’re tender with you, they cradle you. and yet, they’re rough in all the right ways. textured palms hot against the flesh of your hips, pushing and pulling you where he wants you, your body pliant under his touch. your skin is so soft compared to his, and far less scarred — but it only makes him ache to mark you up, to leave behind proof of his presence all over you. he’s observant of every pressure point, every tiny spot on your body that makes you sigh and squirm. his touch is as skilled as it is rough, calloused yet deft fingers pushing into your sodden cunt and curling in such a way that has you arching; all the while his other hand roves your curves until it reaches your throat. he adores the sharp inhale of breath you take you when he wraps his palm around your neck, but even more he loves the accompanying squeeze of your walls.

and after he’s pleasured you to the fullest, those very rugged hands that made you fall apart will piece you back together again; soft squeezes on your thigh, a thumb caressing your cheek, and his arms keeping you securely in his hold.

[miyaz6ki]

imagining kinich w s/o but ajaw has a teeny tiny crush on them

"then the great dragonlord k'uhul ajaw!- mmhmm.." the small pixel-like saurian starts to hum with relief, anger slowly slipping away as you scratched under his chin.

"how about you excuse kinich this one time?" a sweet smile dances across your lips as ajaw inevitably gave in.

"fine, since my favorite human asked me to do such." the word favorite being emphasized greatly, a stingy glare given to your boyfriend—kinich.

"didn't we meet first? actually no, on second thought- aren't they my partner?"

"hmph, such a lowly human doesn't ddddeserve such a regal being, like (name) here." pixels, and particles flew. a huff from the 8-bit little dragon.

you couldn't help let out a chuckle, a hum coming from ajaw. "I made them laugh!" he almost in a new sense of pride. beating kinich at something.

kinich simply sighed, making you laugh even more. "ha ha very funny. but don't forget whose significant other this is."

kinich leaned in to place the prettiest little peck on your cheekbone. almost forgetting you both were in public, trailing kisses down your neck.

"kin'.. c'mon not nowwww.." "mmm, I know.." a smirk crosses his lips, so close to begging you for more, till a little SOMEONE decided to speak.

"the great dragonlord, k'uhul ajaw, will allow your.. 'sarcasm'.. because OUR significant other—" "who said you were included you little jerk?!"

[actiniumwrites]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

synopsis: wriothesley finds out you have a crush on someone and somehow manages to guess it’s on literally everyone but himself

characters: wriothesley x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, a tiny pinch of angst and insecurity, my poor attempt at humor, slight miscommunication, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, swearing, first time writing for wriothesley so he might be ooc

notes: i almost made this angst to fluff but then decided i need to stop adding angst into literally everything i write (even though there’s like a tiny pinch of angst in here too 🙄). anyway, wriothesley is a lot harder to write than i thought he would be so i apologize if he seems ooc here

“Heard you gotta crush on someone,” Wriothesley teases as he walks into his office where you sit on one of his couches. You don’t even hear him walk in, too engaged in the book you were reading to pass time until you had to go through hundreds of inmate records to find something Neuvillette had requested.

His declaration is so sudden it almost makes you spit out the tea you had stolen from him.

Your eyes go wide as you stare at where he moves to lean against the front of his desk, arms crossed and waiting for an answer with that stupid smirk of his, “Hey now, that tea is expensive, so don’t go wasting it, okay?”

“Who told you about that?” you press for answers, a hint of anger in your voice as you ignore his previous statement about the tea. He had plenty to spare anyway.

Wriothesley’s smirk widens a bit, “So it is true.”

Damn him.

You don’t even bother trying to make an excuse, knowing your best friend all too well. He’d pick apart your words like weeds in a garden, finding meaning in them that you hadn’t even intended.

“And what if it is true?” you cross your arms defensively, glaring at him from across the room.

“At least tell me who it is,” he says as he rests his palms on the wooden desk behind him. When you don’t give in to his pleading, he playfully scoffs, “Oh c’mon, I’m your best friend! It’s kinda an obligation for you to tell me these things.”

You turn away, fixating your gaze on a nearby wall adorned with some weird painting he had hung awhile back, “Oh yeah? Since when? Last I checked there aren’t any rule books for being friends with someone. I don’t have to tell you a damn thing.”

“It’s Neuvillette, isn’t it?” he smiles knowingly. Perhaps that was why you were always the one receiving tasks from the Chief Justice instead of him — a guess at best, but enough evidence to convince him Neuvillette was the one.

No, you idiot. It’s you.

You snap your head back toward him, “What? No! I don’t like Neuvillette…not like that, at least. He’s nice and all, but I don’t think I’d be able to date the guy.”

“Damn, I really thought I had that one,” Wriothesley mumbles in defeat, pushing himself off the desk and instead moving to walk around the room as he thinks. It scares you. The fact that he’s so particular with facts and little details that it’s only a matter of time before he collects all the pieces to the puzzle and figures out he’s the one you like. What would he say when that happens? “Too nice, huh? So you like someone a little colder, then.”

Damn it, he got you again!

You don’t answer him.

“Not even going to try to deny it?”

“No,” you grumble to yourself, slumping further into the couch, “you’re only going to dig further anyway.”

He gives a satisfied hum, “Right, so it’s Clorinde then. I mean c’mon, we don’t get a lot of visitors, so it has to be her. She fits the description too.”

You exhaustedly sigh and swipe a hand over your face dramatically, done with his antics, “It’s not her either. And there is no ‘description.’”

He perks up in a way that makes you way too uncomfortable, “Navia?”

“No, I’ve never even met her aside from like one time two years ago,” you refute, sliding further down on the couch to fully lie down and shut your eyes, “I don’t get why you’re so excited over this.”

Wriothesley thinks for a moment before squinting his eyes, “Don’t tell me you have a crush on a prisoner?”

You teasingly peek an eye open while leaning back to look at him, “And if I did?”

“You better not,” he warns, pointing a stern finger at you like you were a prisoner and not his coworker.

You laugh to yourself at his sudden change of mood, “Relax, I was only joking!”

“Not funny,” he says unamused, prepared to pull out the prison’s rule book and slap it over your head if you did, “I’m really runnin’ out of people here.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “thousands of people live in Fontaine. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

You really hope he doesn’t.

The following ten minutes consist of Wriothesley irritatingly pacing around the room and mumbling all sorts of names to himself. Some of which you recognized, others you had never even heard of before. And, despite all of your countless no’s to his guesses, he never gives up. Nor does he realize the answer is right in front of him.

“Just give it up already,” you finally interrupt as he stops in front of you.

A heavy sigh falls from Wriothesley’s lips as he collapses onto the couch, narrowly missing where your legs were outstretched. Defeatedly, he lays his head against the back of the sofa, shutting his eyes as he thinks a little harder. “Oh my god,” he says suddenly, head shooting up to look at you, “…don’t tell me.”

No way. Did he figure it out?

Your breath captures in your throat as his eyes flicker back and forth between your own, searching for some sort of truth. He knows. Your best friend knows that you have feelings for him — and not just the platonic kind.

His brows furrow and his face morphs into one of disgust. It makes your heart drop; the way he’s looking at you.

He doesn’t feel the same way.

“I can’t believe it,” he clicks his tongue in disgust, crossing his arms and turning his attention away from you, “you like Furina.”

Your jaw drops to the floor and suddenly you don’t feel bad anymore, “I actually can’t believe you just said that. Archons, I think you need to visit Sigewinne. I mean, seriously! Furina? Of all people!”

He grins and shrugs carelessly, “I don’t know? She was the last person I could think of.”

“Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“Clearly not so wrong that I couldn’t figure out that the person you actually like is me.”

“Oh please, I don’t even—wait, what? You knew?!”

A boisterous laugh erupts suddenly as you stare at him with wide eyes. You sit up on the couch quickly, slapping his shoulder as he continues to laugh, “Sorry, sorry!”

You don’t find it amusing, “I—when did you figure it out?”

His laugh eventually subsides into a drawn out sigh and his blue eyes soften a bit as they gaze into your own, “I’m not an idiot, you know? I wouldn’t be running this place if I was.”

“Right,” you mumble awkwardly, averting your gaze from his, “so, um, were you just doing all that to lighten the mood so you could let me down easily or…?”

“Or…what?” Wriothesley mocks you, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

You roll your eyes with a scoff, “don’t make me say it.”

He spares you, luckily. It’s unlike him, but he doesn’t care to joke with you any longer when the subject is so serious, “Yes, I feel the same way. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, I totally wanted to hear you say you hate me and want me dead,” you say sarcastically, trying to fight a smile.

“I’m being serious, I really do like you,” Wriothesley presses, ignoring the way you’re becoming awkward from the nervousness floating in the air.

You finally exhale the breath you had been guarding in your chest, relieved that this didn’t go as horribly as you once thought it would.

The alarm sounding for dinner goes off after and you both stand from your places on the couch, “So what do we do now that that’s out of the way?”

Wriothesley falls into step next to you, holding the doors to his office open to let you out first, “We have our first date in the cafeteria, of course.”

Your face drops and you stop in your tracks to glare at him, “That better be a joke.”

He laughs it off quickly, not thinking you’d take it so seriously. Eagerly, he grabs your hand tightly in his as he pulls you to the exit of the Fortress, “Relax, I’m just teasing you! You deserve only the best, after all.”

“You are so annoying.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

[itnec]

Capitano x YN. YUPPIE ><!!!

[genshinluvr]

A Day with The Captain (and Others)

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Capitano x Isekai'd!Reader, Ifa x Isekai'd!Reader, Ororon x Isekai'd!Reader, Kinich x Isekai'd!Reader, Dainsleif x Isekai'd!Reader, Kaveh x Isekai'd!Reader, slight Mavuika x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You and Capitano journey into Natlan for his Fatui business, but you injure yourself in the process (clumsy you). During your trip to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, you and Capitano meet familiar faces.

Note: Hiiiii, sorry for not posting in so long TT_TT I have been really busy and 2025 was not nice to me at all. I have decided to get rid of my posting schedule because it puts a lot of pressure on me, and I want to be able to post a fanfic when I'm satisfied with the outcomes. I'm going to try to post more fanfics, but the posting schedule will be different every time. If you want to be notified when I post (aside from turning on my blog notifications), I will alert everyone in my Discord server that I have linked at the very bottom of this post. I never realized how Capitano-centered this fic was until I completed it. Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of, aside from bad writing after not writing anything in months. Maybe the mischaracterization of the Natlan men.

Word Count: 6.2k

“You didn’t have to carry me, you know?” You murmur as you rest your chin on Capitano’s shoulders, letting the Harbinger carry you on his back.

Capitano chuckles, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t have to carry you if you hadn’t tripped on a rock and twisted your ankle,” Capitano retorts. “I knew you were clumsy, but not this clumsy.”

Your face heats up at Capitano’s comment, causing you to bury your face into his neck. Capitano’s shoulders bounce as he softly laughs. You tighten your legs around his waist as Capitano adjusts you on his back before proceeding to make his way toward the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. While the other men are tending to their duties (work and other pressing matters), you and Capitano are in Natlan. Capitano has some pressing Fatui matters to tend to in Natlan, but you wanted to tag along with the Harbinger because you never really spend time with him alone. Then again, you’re usually not able to spend some alone time with any man because of how possessive some men can get. 

“We should get you medical attention as soon as possible. Your ankle is swelling up,” Capitano mutters, breaking you out of your daydream.

You blink and shake your head. “I may have twisted my ankle, but it’s not that bad!” You protest, wiggling your ankle to prove to Capitano that you’re okay. 

However, in doing so, sharp pain shoots up your legs, causing you to wince. Capitano stares at you, not saying a word. 

You look away, heat creeping up your neck. “I twisted my ankle a few minutes ago, Capitano. Of course, it’s going to hurt.”

Even though Capitano has his helmet on, you can tell that he rolled his eyes at your poor excuse. Sometimes, you forget how protective Capitano is when it comes to you. Heck, the others are just as protective, but Capitano’s level of protectiveness is on another level. Wait… is it protectiveness or possessiveness? The two go hand-in-hand when it comes to the men you hold near and dear to your heart. 

Capitano proceeds to give you a piggyback ride to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, not caring about the strange looks people give the both of you as you two walk past them. The fur on Capitano’s cloak makes it nearly impossible to wrap your arms around his neck due to how puffy it is. 

“What’s on your mind?” Capitano asks, tilting his head back to look at you.

You adjust your arms around his neck, shaking your head. “Nothing. I’m wondering if we’ll run into Kinich and Ororon while we’re in Natlan, that’s all,” you lie. 

Capitano grunts in response, stopping in his tracks. “Why? Do you not want to spend some alone time with me?” Capitano asks.

You can’t tell if he’s joking or if he’s being serious. “Huh? What makes you say that?!” You exclaim, unwrapping your legs around Capitano’s waist. “Put me down.” You mumble, tapping on Capitano’s biceps.

The black-haired Harbinger hesitantly places you down on the ground, making sure you don’t hurt yourself in the process. You look down to see Capitano with his arm around your waist, refusing to let you stand on both your feet; you raise an eyebrow at Capitano while he continues to stare at you without saying a word. 

You waddle closer to Capitano, cupping his face (helmet?) in your hands. “Why are you pouty when I mentioned running into Kinich and Ororon in Natlan? We’re in their nation! It’s very likely we’ll run into them or Mualani and Kachina.” You said, staring up at the Harbinger. 

You can almost hear Capitano roll his eyes as he places his unoccupied hand over yours. “I’m not pouty. Am I not allowed to want to spend some alone time with you without someone interfering?” Capitano mutters, pressing his forehead against yours.

You gulp, slowly turning your head, but Capitano grabs you by the chin and forces your head to remain in place. Capitano stares into your eyes, waiting for your response. The longer you two look into each other’s eyes— well, you’re staring into complete darkness because of his helmet— the more your face becomes warmer. 

You pat Capitano’s head, smiling at the Harbinger. “I didn’t think someone of your caliber would feel and act this way when it comes to little ol’ me,” you murmur. “This side of you is very cute and endearing. I want to see it more, Capitano.”

Archons, you’re fighting the urge to squeeze Capitano. No matter how tall or short you are, the Captain towers over you. 

Capitano chuckles and pats your head. “Only you are allowed to see this side of me. No one else but you.” Capitano then proceeds to lift you and carry your bridal style, continuing the trek to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. 

The once peaceful atmosphere between you and Capitano is soon interrupted by a familiar voice. “Aw, the Captain and the weasel are having a sweet and intimate moment! How disgusting!”

Capitano stops in his tracks and turns around, seeing Kinich, Ajaw, and Ororon approach the both of you. You can almost see Capitano visibly deflate at the mere sight of Kinich and Ororon. You give him a comforting pat on the shoulders, watching the two Natlanteans approach you and Capitano. 

Ororon nods to Capitano before turning to you, smiling. “[Y/N], it’s good to see you in Natlan. What brings you here?”

You smile at Ororon and rest your head on Capitano’s shoulders. “Oh, you know, just spending time with Capitano! We never really got to spend some time together outside of the abode. Capitano has some things to do, but I decided to tag along because I didn’t want to be alone,” you reply.

“Are you sure that’s the actual reason? Or is it because you have a fear of abandonment? You’re dating more than one person; someone is bound to leave at one point because they get bored with you.” Ajaw cackles.

If you had dog ears, it would’ve been flat on your head after hearing Ajaw’s comment. Kinich pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing and shaking his head. The atmosphere suddenly changes, almost like the warm air of Natlan plummets to near-freezing temperatures. You peek at Capitano from the corner of your eyes; if you look closely and squint hard enough, you will see a dark aura surrounding the Harbinger. Maybe murderous is a better word for it. 

You turn to look at Capitano, pointing at the tiny, floating menace that is Ajaw. “Can you give me permission to strangle this little shit?” You ask.

Kinich sighs. “I wouldn’t recommend doing that, but I’ll handle it myself. You have nothing to worry about,” Kinich says. 

You cross your arms over your chest and huff, sticking your nose up in the air. Capitano walks away, kissing the top of your head. You lean into Capitano’s arms, thinking about what Ajaw said. How in the world does Ajaw know that you have a fear of abandonment? Are you that easy to read? You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize that you and Capitano have arrived at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. The stadium is as lively as ever, with a bustling crowd and children running around, laughing and screaming. 

Capitano helps you sit on one of the seats, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would advise you not to listen to the creature. He’s merely trying to get a reaction out of you for entertainment,” Capitano says gruffly, kneeling before you and reaching for your injured foot.

“Ajaw is such a jerk. I don’t get how someone can tolerate something as rotten as Ajaw.” You mumble, wincing when Capitano gently massages your swollen ankle. “What if he’s right? What if you all slowly get bored with me and start leaving one by one?” 

Capitano laughs sarcastically, shaking his head. “I highly doubt that will happen, [Y/N]. If you have any doubts, we will not hesitate to quell your concerns.”

You stare at Capitano, engrossed in your thoughts while watching the Harbinger gently massage your swollen ankles. While both you and Capitano are occupied, the two of you fail to notice Ororon, Kinich, and a mysterious man approaching both of you. 

Capitano lets out a slow exhale, cupping your ankle with both hands. “I believe it’s best for Doctor Baizhu to check up on you when we return to the abode,” Capitano murmurs, his hands gradually getting colder.

For some reason, it had slipped your mind that Capitano’s vision is cryo. Wait— does he have a vision? Your eyes immediately start scanning Capitano from head to toe, searching for a cryo vision. Someone clears their throat, grabbing your attention. 

“Need some help, you two?” The light grayish cyan-haired man standing between Kinich and Ororon asks, smiling at you and Capitano. “Ororon and Kinich informed me of what happened, and while I may not be a doctor, I can provide some temporary relief until you take them to see Doctor Baizhu.”

Capitano stands up and shields you from the three Natlanteans. Capitano crosses his arms over his chest, scrutinizing the new addition to the group. You peek from behind Capitano, making eye contact with the mysterious man. The man smiles at you before glancing at Capitano, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ororon sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know you’re protective of [Y/N], and we all are, but Ifa can provide temporary medical care for them. Ifa is my friend, Capitano. You have nothing to worry about.” Ororon reassures the Harbinger, occasionally looking over at you.

Capitano continues to scrutinize the three men before turning to you. You and Capitano stare at each other as if communicating telepathically. Capitano holds his arm out towards you as you stand up, making sure you’re not putting too much pressure on your injured ankle. Capitano debates whether he should give you a piggyback ride or just carry you to wherever Ororon, Ifa, and Kinich wanted you and Capitano to go. Capitano wraps his arms around your waist and scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

Ifa leads the way while Kinich and Ororon walk beside Capitano. You glance at the four men after making eye contact with bystanders as the five of you walk further into the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. You can’t help but realize that from an outsider’s perspective, seeing a Fatui Harbinger carrying an injured person with three other men following along is an interesting sight. But dear Archons, the number of stares you’re receiving is making you feel a bit out of place. 

You rub the back of your neck. “So, where are you leading us exactly, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Ifa stops in his tracks and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m leading you away from prying eyes. I figured you don’t want to draw a crowd while I tend to your injuries.” Ifa replies, shooting you a charming smile.

The five of you approach a table that is tucked in a corner of the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, away from prying eyes, just as Ifa wanted. Capitano sits you on one of the chairs and stands close by, refusing to leave your side. Ifa chuckles to himself, kneeling before you and reaching for your injured ankle. 

You gaze at Ifa curiously, wondering what he found funny. “What are you laughing at?” You ask, watching the man before you place an ice pack on your swollen ankle—wait, when and where did he get the ice pack from?

Ifa shakes his head. “Oh, nothing. I find it— what’s the word? Funny? Adorable? Interesting? Yeah, that could work. It's interesting that you have quite a few people wrapped around your fingers. A Fatui Harbinger being one of them is definitely interesting,” Ifa says lightheartedly.

Ifa wraps your injured ankle before propping it on another chair across from you. You look up at Capitano, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you in the slightest, before looking over at Kinich and Ororon.

Kinich gently squeezes your shoulders. “How did this happen? You two weren’t ambushed by anyone while traveling to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, were you?” Kinich asks, leaning against the table beside you.

You press your lips into a thin line, unsure how to respond to Kinich’s concerns. Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa wait for your response while you awkwardly sit there. You can always lie and say that you and Capitano were, in fact, ambushed, and Capitano saved the day as per usual and got you to safety.

“It must be traumatizing enough for [Y/N] not to want to say anything. Judging by the appearance of both [Y/N] and Capitano, I can safely assume that they managed to escape unscathed. However, during the process of escaping, [Y/N] most likely lost their footing, causing them to twist their ankle,” Ororon theorizes, stroking his chin. 

You stare at Ororon with your mouth agape, amazed that Ororon’s able to come up with an almost convincing theory. It's too bad that the only information Ororon’s correct about is that you twisted your ankle. Ifa looks at Ororon, nodding his head, seemingly impressed with Ororon’s analytical skills based on what he’s looking at.

You slowly nod. “Yeah, I wish that were the case, but I tripped on a rock and twisted my ankle while Capitano and I were on our way to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. There was no ambush, fortunately and also unfortunately,” you reply sheepishly.

“Oh? Why is it both fortunate and unfortunate?” Ifa asks.

“Fortunate that both you and the Captain weren’t ambushed, but also unfortunate because the actual reason makes you look stupid?” Kinich interjects, raising an eyebrow at you with a small smile.

Your bottom lip juts out while you nod in response to Kinich’s question. Kinich chuckles and resists the urge to pinch your cheek. The sun is still high in the sky, meaning your day in Natlan has yet to end, and Capitano’s Fatui duties have yet to begin. The only reason why you and Capitano are in the Stadium of the Sacred Flame is because of your unfortunate accident. 

Your head snaps in Capitano’s direction, eyes wide with worry. “Capitano, you still have Fatui duties to tend to. I’m sorry my clumsiness resulted in us having to take a detour to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame,” you apologize.

Capitano shakes his head, gently rubbing your head affectionately. “There’s no need to apologize. While my duties are important, they’re not pressing matters. We can continue our journey after this,” he replies.

Ifa watches the way Capitano treats you, intrigued by the way you two interact. Ororon has told Ifa about their relationship with you, and it piqued Ifa’s curiosity because, from an outsider’s perspective, how does that work? How can over thirty people share one person? How does the dynamic work exactly? Are they dating each other as well, or do they all share you but don’t care for the others involved? 

Ororon nudges Ifa, giving him a questioning look when the two lock eyes. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for three minutes now. What are you thinking about, Ifa?” Ororon asks, raising an eyebrow at his dear friend. 

Ifa presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head. “Oh, nothing! Don’t worry about it, Ororon.” Ifa pats Ororon’s shoulders. “Capitano, if you’re worried, [Y/N] can stay here with the three of us while you’re away tending your duties for the Fatui. It’s best for [Y/N] to rest their injured ankle, and we can keep an eye on them while you’re away.” Ifa suggests.

Silence falls over everyone as you all wait for Capitano’s response. The Harbinger crosses his arms over his chest, staring at the four of you. You can’t tell if Capitano is hesitating, or debating whether he should leave you at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame with Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa. The ice pack on your wrapped ankle soothes the pain of your twisted ankle, making you feel at ease. You want to tag along with Capitano to his Fatui duties, but with a wrapped and iced ankle, it’s unlikely that you’ll be able to tag along with your Harbinger significant other. 

You gently touch Capitano’s forearm. “I can stay here and wait for your return, Capitano. I don’t want to be a burden to you. What if we do end up getting ambushed? You won’t be able to fend for yourself because I’ll be dead weight—”

“You will never be a burden.” The three men— Capitano, Kinich, and Ororon— interrupt your rambling.

Ifa’s gaze shifts from one man to another, amused by what’s unfolding before him. “[Y/N], are you aware of the power you have?” Ifa mutters, stroking his chin.

You look at Ifa, rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. “Hehe, what power?” You feign ignorance, looking over at your beloved partners from the corner of your eye.

Ifa raises an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk as he gazes at you with amusement. 

You clear your throat before turning to look at Capitano, Ororon, and Kinich. “But in all seriousness, I can stay here and rest. I shouldn’t be moving too much when I’m injured.”

Capitano sighs, unsure of how to respond. Capitano looks at your wrapped ankle, then at your face while you stare at him, waiting for his response. Even if he’s okay with temporarily leaving you at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame to deal with Fatui matters, he doesn’t want you to be in Natlan “alone.” Sure, you’ll have Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa keeping you company while he’s away, but you were looking forward to having some alone time with him, even though he has Fatui matters to handle.

Ororon hums, stroking his chin. “If it helps you ease your mind a bit, [Y/N] can still go with you, but we’ll tag along with you and [Y/N] to keep them company while you’re dealing with Fatui stuff.”

Capitano ends up reluctantly agreeing to Ororon’s suggestion in the end. Before continuing your journey to wherever in Natlan the Fatui business is, you all decide to take the opportunity to eat before continuing the trip. 

You stare at the menu, eyes wide. “Everything looks so good! I don’t know what to choose,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest while skimming the menu.

Ifa leans close to you, “Why don’t you order one of everything and try them out?” Ifa suggests, looking at you through his long lashes.

You stare at Ifa and then at the menu, debating whether to order one of everything, as Ifa has suggested. If you do, there’s a chance that everyone won’t be able to finish the entire thing, and you don’t want to bring back leftovers. 

“Is it possible that you’re scheming something, Ifa?” You mutter, raising an eyebrow at Ifa.

Ifa presses his lips into a thin line, suppressing a smile. You turn to Capitano, Ororon, and Kinich, only to see them stare at you and Ifa. Oh, shit, did something happen? Ifa nudges you and shoots you a look, as if he’s egging you on. 

You narrow your eyes at Ifa before pointing at the menu and turning to the other men. “Would it be possible for me to order one of everything on the menu? Minus the alcohol because I don’t intend on drinking.”

Kinich raises his eyebrows at you, leaning back in his seat. “Are you going to be eating everything? No judgment, of course.”

You slowly nod your head. “I’m trying everything! But I also want to bring something back to the estate for the others, you know?”

Everyone sits in silence for a moment, glancing at each other like they can communicate telepathically—it’s not entirely impossible. You all end up ordering everything on the menu and trying out every dish the beautiful Pyro nation has to offer. Because you wanted to try every dish from Natlan, you took one bite of every dish (with different cutlery, of course), and ultimately finished the one you enjoyed the most. 

After everyone finishes eating their food, they pack the leftover food and put it in their inventory. Sometimes you forget that you’re in a video game and inventories exist. Now you don’t have to worry about bringing back a large amount of food to the estate and having to deal with unintentionally luring saurians with food. 

Capitano turns his back in your direction and squats; you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. Capitano grasps onto your thighs and adjusts you on his back before beginning your journey to somewhere in Natlan. You rest your head on Capitano’s shoulders, closing your eyes. The amount of food you have consumed was more than you would usually eat, and you’re starting to regret it.

Kinich peeks at you, eyebrows furrowing. “[Y/N]? Are you alright?” Kinich asks, walking closer to you and Capitano.

You close your eyes, nodding. “I’m okay, Kinich. Why’d you ask?” You mumble, cheeks squished on Capitano’s shoulders.

Kinich and Ororon look at each other. While you wait for Kinich and Ororon’s response, you slowly drift to sleep on Capitano’s shoulders. The gentle rocking of Capitano’s pace, the warm sun, and the gentle breeze are lulling you to sleep. Ifa chuckles, shaking his head as he and the others continue walking in silence, afraid of disturbing your sleep. Capitano peeks over his shoulder to get a look at you. For a moment, Capitano’s tempted to carry you in his arms rather than have you cling to him while you’re asleep. But at the same time, Capitano doesn’t want to disturb your sleep by moving you around just to carry you in his arms.

Ifa puckers his lips. “So… tell me more about your relationship with [Y/N]. What’s it like to share a partner with other people?” Ifa asks casually, tucking his hands in his pocket.

“We,” Ororon gestures to him and Kinich, “wouldn’t say that we’re dating [Y/N] per se…” Ororon trails off, scratching the back of his head. 

Ifa raises his eyebrows at Ororon’s response, questioning whether Ororon is telling the truth or is trying to deflect. The two men (Kinich and Ororon) have been spending a lot of time with you at the estate if they’re not busy, and for Ororon to say that they weren’t dating you is both questionable and debatable. Ifa notices how Kinich and Ororon act around you while the five of you were at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. They dote on you, and it’s cute! The not-so-subtle stare, the longing looks they shoot in your direction while you’re not paying attention, the way they would smile whenever you speak. 

Kinich crosses his arms over his chest, looking elsewhere. The sight of blush creeping up Kinich’s face makes Ifa smirk. “It’s complicated, Ifa. We have been talking to and spending time with [Y/N], but we don’t know them enough to consider ourselves dating…” Kinich trails off, grabbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, if you guys want someone to be your relationship counselor, I’m here,” Ifa says nonchalantly, nodding. “It’s not too late for me to be part of [Y/N]’s little harem, is it?” He teases, the corner of his lips quirking up.

Capitano scoffs at Ifa’s cheeky comment, not taking his eyes off the trail before him. Ifa raises his eyebrows at Capitano’s response while Kinich and Ororon give each other the side eye. You mumble in your sleep and crack your eyes open, squinting at the sun. You rub your eyes and yawn, snuggling up against Capitano’s shoulders.

Ororon peeks at you, smiling. “How was your short nap?” Ororon asks, stroking your hair.

You smile at Ororon, blinking at him sleepily. “It barely feels like a nap. Like I only closed my eyes and did not fall asleep at all,” you reply, letting out a deep exhale. “I think the food is making me sleepy. Maybe I should walk instead of being carried around by Capitano.”

The men around you vocalize their protests when you try to get off Capitano’s back, but he refuses to put you down. You give Capitano and the others a questioning look while he shakes his head. 

Ifa chuckles, shaking his head and gestures to your still-injured ankle. “Did it slip your mind that you’re injured? You’re not allowed to walk or stand on your own until you heal,” Ifa comments, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You lightly smack your forehead, sighing. “Right, how could I forget about that?” You mutter. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you proceed to bury your face into the fur on Capitano’s cloak, wanting to die from embarrassment. Capitano chuckles and strokes your hair. The journey continues for another hour or so (you don’t know how long the trip actually is because you’re not keeping track of the time due to constantly falling asleep), and you all finally see a Fatui camp in the distance. 

Capitano squats down, letting you get off him. Ororon and Ifa steady you, making sure you don’t put any pressure on your injured ankle. Yeah, you twisted your ankle, and you can probably walk if you had some crutches, but that’s not going to happen anytime soon, especially when you know that Baizhu, your lovely Doctor boyfriend, will not approve of you moving around with an injury. 

“We got this from here, Capitano. You can go tend to your duties now,” Kinich says, gesturing for the Harbinger to go on ahead without the four of you.

Capitano nods and looks in your direction one last time. You two lock eyes (well, you technically can’t see his eyes, but you’re assuming you’re gazing into his pretty eyes) momentarily; you nod to the Captain as both a confirmation and reassurance. Capitano walks to the Fatui camp, leaving you, Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa behind.

“We can sit under the tree in the shade while we wait for Capitano, if that’s okay with you guys,” you suggest, pointing at a tree about ten meters from where the Fatui camp is.

Even though the tree’s not that far (to you), Ifa offers to carry you to the tree rather than have you hang around Ororon and Ifa’s shoulders while they assist you to the destination. While the four of you slowly make your way to the tree, Capitano makes sure to keep an eye on the four of you, making sure nothing happens to the four of you (mainly you).

The Fatui Agent clears his throat. “Are you alright, Capitano?”

Capitano nods. “Yes, why did you ask?” Capitano replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

The Fatui Agent laughs nervously, shaking his head. “It’s nothing, sir. Anyway, shall we proceed with the meeting?”

Capitano nods wordlessly, gesturing for the Agent to continue where he left off.

The four of you have no idea how long Fatui meetings typically last, but it sure is dragging on longer than you anticipated. Now you’re sitting in the shade, watching Kinich, Ororon, and Ifa demonstrate their abilities. 

You hug your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees. “Why did I get the sense of déjà vu?” You mumble, squinting as you try to adjust to the sunlight.

Ifa leans against the tree, tilting his head to the side. “Care to clarify? How does this feel like déjà vu?” Ifa asks.

Kinich and Ororon sit beside you, sandwiching you between them. You shrug, trying to think back to a time when this situation felt similar to the one now. This is the first time you’re in Natlan for this long and with just the men from Natlan, plus Capitano. Why is this feeling so familiar? Then, it pops into your head.

You snap your fingers, sitting up straight. “Ah! It’s because I somehow always end up injured whenever I step outside of the estate. If I remember correctly— I probably am not, when I met Kaveh, I also got injured,” You say. “But I could also be misremembering it. Shit, is my memory that bad?” You deflate, resting your chin back on your knees with a sigh. 

Ororon pats your head, smiling at you sympathetically. “I think we should visit Doctor Baizhu after we return to the estate. Not just for your twisted ankle, but for your head as well, maybe,” Ororon suggests.

You stare at the man and press your lips into a thin line. I mean, it won’t be too much of a hassle to get your head checked, would it? While you’re buried in your thoughts, a familiar figure approaches the four of you. Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa immediately stand up, greeting the new presence. Biker boots stop in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You slowly look up: from the shoes to the leather-clad legs, you lock eyes with red eyes. Your eyes widen when you finally come to realize who’s standing in front of you—the Pyro Archon. You push yourself off the ground, scrambling to get up.

Mavuika’s eyes widen, quickly grabbing and steadying you. “Whoa, there! Careful now!” Mavuika chuckles, both her hands on your biceps. “It’s good to finally meet you, [Y/N]. I’ve been hearing great things from Capitano, Kinich, and Ororon,” Mavuika says, looking over at the three men with a cheeky smile.

Your eyes widen, staring at the Pyro Archon with a starstruck expression. The Pyro Archon knows of your existence because of the three (now four) men you hold near and dear to your heart?! Wait, they talked about you to the Pyro Archon? You look at Kinich, Ororon, and Ifa with a questioning gaze. Kinich and Ororon look away, acting like they don’t hear what Mavuika says to you. 

Mavuika’s eyes widen. “Ah! Let’s not forget the dear traveler, Aether. You’re all he talks about whenever he visits Natlan,” Mavuika giggles, shaking her head. “Aether wasn’t wrong when he said that you’re adorable.” Mavuika pinches your cheek.

You look away, face warming up under her touch. Today may be the first time you’re meeting the Pyro Archon in person, and you want to make a good first impression, but she’s already pinching your cheeks while spilling information from your beloved partners. 

Mavuika’s eyes widen before gesturing for you to sit back down. “Please sit down! I don’t want you to stand up with an injured ankle,” she says, guiding you over to a tree stump you didn’t notice that was there the entire time. After getting you to sit down, Mavuika turns to the others, her hands propped on her hips. “Now, care to explain how [Y/N] got injured?”

Mavuika reminds you of a mom with how she’s demanding an explanation on how you managed to injure yourself. Kinich gives Mavuika the rundown on how it all happened while you awkwardly sit there, not wanting to see her reaction to the dumb reason you twisted your ankle. After the brief explanation, Mavuika exhales through her nose while stroking her chin, nodding. Mavuika turns to you and pats your head with a soft laugh, “Ah, so the injury is due to your clumsiness. Aether said you were cute, and he wasn’t kidding.” 

You bury your face into your hands. Mavuika snickers and continues to pat your head, her eyes wandering over to where Capitano stands with the other Fatui Agents. Mavuika sighs before crossing her arms over her chest, questioning why you choose to tag along with the Harbinger. Mavuika is aware of your relationship with more than one person, and she’s not one to judge people and who they date! One thing she does question is how your relationship with around thirty men works out because she could’ve sworn there are at least two or more people who are possessive over you, and it’s not Aether.

Mavuika props her hands on her hips, gazing at you with seriousness. “[Y/N]. Be honest with me, alright?” You stare at Mavuika blankly, confused about what caused her to switch up. “What do you want me to be honest about?”

It’s strange that Mavuika, the Pyro Archon, demands that you be honest with her about something despite meeting each other less than an hour ago. Mavuika squats in front of you and grabs both of your hands, squeezing them. “These men have been treating you right, correct? If not, you can tell me everything and I will handle it myself,” Mavuika says, deadpan. 

You smile and gently squeeze Mavuika’s hands in response. “They treat me extremely well! I never knew what real love was until these men came into my life, Mavuika. Trust me, they fill the empty void in my heart.”

Mavuika nods, biting the inside of her cheek as she contemplates. Mavuika sighs and gets up, slowly releasing your hand before stepping away. When Mavuika steps away, you can’t help but notice how close she was to you, so close that her leather pants would brush against your bare legs when she stands up. When did she get so close to you?

Ifa and Ororon look at each other from the corner of their eyes. Kinich looks at Mavuika from the corner of his eyes, almost like he’s judging her by the look on his face. You press your lips into a thin line, debating whether you should say something. You open your mouth to speak, but heavy hands landing on your shoulders startle you.

“Mavuika, what a surprise to see you here,” Capitano says.

You look up to see Capitano towering over you, not sparing you a glance. You place your hands over his, gently squeezing them. “Ah! You’re back! How was the meeting with your comrades?” You ask.

Capitano doesn’t respond. Instead, he continues to stare at Mavuika without saying a word. The corner of Mavuika’s lips curves up, crossing her arms over her chest. Both Capitano and Mavuika don’t speak as they stare at each other for a prolonged time. You can feel the tension rise between Capitano and Mavuika as the silence between them drags on.

Kinich clears his throat. “If you are done with your Fatui business, I think now is the time to return to the estate with [Y/N],” Kinich says, turning to you, “don’t you agree, [Y/N]? We should get you to Doctor Baizhu to check out your injury.”

You nod, getting ready to stand up from where you’re sitting, only for Capitano to push you down. “Yeah, what Kinich said! Since you’re done with your Fatui meeting, we can return to the estate now, right? After all, I do need to get my ankle checked out, and we have leftovers that need to be refrigerated.”

Capitano nods, effortlessly lifts you and carries you bridal style while Mavuika scrutinizes you and Capitano—maybe just Capitano. Capitano turns around and starts walking away with Ifa, Ororon, and Kinich following. The five of you come to a stop when a familiar face approaches your small group.

You wave at Dainsleif, smiling at the man. “Dainsleif! What are you doing in Natlan?”

Dainsleif nods, now standing before your group. Dainsleif opens his mouth to respond, but closes his mouth when his eyes land on your wrapped ankle. Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest, gazing at you with displeasure. “What happened?” Dainsleif demands, now standing much closer to examine your injured ankle.

“Well, you see—”

“You tripped, didn’t you?” Dainsleif deadpans.

You pucker your lips and nod, looking away from the blond man. Dainsleif sighs for the umpteenth time, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “We’re going to need to put you in a bubble if you ever leave the estate,” Dainsleif mutters.

Your eyes widen at Dainsleif’s comment, rapidly shaking your head in protest. There’s no way in hell you’re going to be put in a bubble if you ever leave the estate! It’s not like you’re against being safe, it’s because—

“Then that will solidify the fact that [Y/N] is, in fact, an Abyss Mage! The bubble surrounding [Y/N] will also confirm that they are a hydro Abyss Mage,” Kaveh says, strutting up to your group with a shit eating grin.

You stare at Kaveh, deadpan. You throw your hands up in the air before slumping against Capitano’s chest, glaring at the other blond man. If you were a cat, your tail would be flicking with irritation. Kaveh flashes his pearly whites at you and reaches out to ruffle your hair, only for you to smack his hand away with a glare.

“Aw, come on, [Y/N]. Don’t be like that in front of our new guest and potential new housemate,” Kaveh teases, poking your sides after glancing at Ifa from the corner of his eyes.

Ifa quirks his eyebrows at Kaveh’s comment, but doesn’t interject. You burrow yourself in Capitano’s chest after hearing Kaveh’s comment. Ifa being a potential new housemate at the estate? You’re not entirely sure if Ifa is interested in the slightest! You peek over Capitano’s shoulders to look at Ifa, only to lock gazes with him. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you quickly duck down and bury your face into Capitano’s chest, ears becoming hot when you hear Ifa laugh. Okay, so it’s possible that Ifa could be a new member of the estate.

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OH BABY! PLEASE BE MY BABY DADDY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — the very moment wriothesley first saw you, he had already dreamt about starting a family with you, and now at present, when you were celebrating your two year anniversary, it appeared like he couldn't stop himself from showing you just how much he craved it.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, established relationship, very strong breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy & mentions of starting a family with you (planning your future), madly in love wriothesley, rough syx, unprotected and hitting it raw, some teasing here and there, overstimulation, cumming inside

"‘had me all figured out, didn't you?"

wriothesley was a strong man, big and muscular from an external perspective and fundamentally— if you weren't quite familiar with the handsome duke and his deep characteristics and only knew of him through his significant work occupation.

in essence, you have known him for a little over two years now, in fact, your anniversary was just taking place this very moment, his absorbed little countenance fixated on no other than your ethereal beauty— on top of that, a trace was playing hard on the impulses lingering on your lower areas as wriothesley settles himself in between your legs, feeling a rising of your hips grinding over his exposed erection, throbbing in time to his quickening pulse.

how fast a day could fly by, and you wished for it to go on much longer— just show him the love that surged from your core and resides inside of you, or the soft tremor building on your knees whenever he kisses you, or when he at last, catches the shuddering sweetness wringing off your toes.

for wriothesley, you ignited his heart, it was you that made love warm for him— as he always claimed it should be, and on the coldest nights of his life, he had sought after your familiar glow— much deeper could he barely await the day for you both to start a family, have children of your own and live a fulfilled life somewhere outside the city, perhaps a house on the outskirts of fontaine, with a large blossoming garden bristling of rainbow roses, where your children could play to their hearts content.

within this deep fantasy, although yet ungrasped, wriothesley found this to be his perfect goal— no matter how near, how far away, it shall never be forgotten.

you slowly press two palms on top of his cheeks as he looms over you with a raised eyebrow that he lazily flashed at you with a hum.

"you say it like it's a bad thing that i knew you were gonna surprise me, baby,"

you add, "it's our anniversary after all," with a steady glide of fingers through his silken hair, "i hope you didn't think I forgot all about it,"

a low purr hums over your lips as your boyfriend clicks his tongue through a deep chuckle as a response, vibrating his sounds against a breathless gasp as he places a featherlight kiss on your bottom lip. you feel how the pad of his thumb crosses firmly over the shape of your curves as your heart begins to thump faster at the privilege of having such breathtakingly handsome and ravishing man in between your legs.

"of course i know you didn't forget," wriothesley's hand inches towards the inside of your thigh to touch the skin while simultaneously parting your legs a little more as he kisses the bridge of your nose,

"happy anniversary, baby,"

you giggle, kissing him needfully as you slide your naked folds through his aching length when he effortlessly cages you in between two muscular arms, pressing his throbbing member all against you until his constricted balls bounce on your ass, eliciting a needful, much longing groan from the man towering on top of you.

"i need you," you complain now, "please baby, don't keep me waiting now,"

you squeal loudly at the temporary relief of your drenched cunt slicking him up with your arousal— and the more you'd douse him up, the better it would feel like, the finer you could taste and sense his throbbing veins grazing at your sensitive walls while he stuffs you— and every mindless urge wriothesley had fantasized about was manifesting itself, the dream to greedily pull apart and taste every soft piece of your body trembling under his much larger one growing.

or the lewd dream of cramming you with his milky whites, jamming his salty cum all into the pits of your wet sex until he's sure you'll end up pregnant, until you will feel your womb be all warm and jammed up.

"you make me the happiest man alive," wriothesley says soothingly, drawing the leaking head of his cock against your hole before brushing a kiss over your lips, fuck, just the smell of you, or those candid whines and begs of yours that would drive him mad, turning him on so damn much that his groin was beginning to ache and swell even more.

"so baby.." wriothesley whispers in one slow, silent motion, when he claims the space between your spread thighs with all his body surging forward and crowding your cunt.

"please let me show you just how happy you make me,"

you whine out as your back arches into his chest, your weeping cunt clenching down when he rubs his cock through your walls without much effort, the copious amounts of wetness aiding him wonderfully as the deep friction of getting stuffed turned you terribly delicious to him, your eyes criss crossed from being fucked with repeated thrusts into your cunt plugging his thick shaft deep.

"—still so sensitive," he coos, and you feel your face grow hot as your boyfriend smirks down at you through assured pairs of eyes, your body itching to feel more of that sensation, more of skin to skin as you slip each little noise falling from the tip of your tongue right into wriothesley's parted mouth gasping for air.

a dizzying contrast from the firing shoves through the tight ring of muscles on your cunt made his rigid erection go deeper than ever, with his hand remaining firmly beneath your cheek, forcing your gaze straight ahead— so you could look at him, so wriothesley could make sure he drinks in everything that you gave him, each crumbling moan of his name and higher pitch of your voice.

do you wonder why? of course, such question was easy to answer:

the sole reason being that for wriothesley— this was a privilege, that you allowed him to pleasure you, rub firmly over the shape of your walls while his wet tongue blindly maps into your mouth, your body rapidly growing addicted to the impossible smoothness of his skin greedily imposing true bliss on your body.

"i want— fuck," he groans through gritted teeth, "i want us to start a family," he speaks again, "want to put a baby in you," this time louder but with an added amount of gravel to his voice as your legs wrap and close around him as the burning stretch of his thick shaft parting you had you turn absolutely mad and dizzy.

you whine out, completely lost in the pleasure of getting fucked that open wide and especially through his lewd admittance, his hips rolling hard against your used pussy in relentless fucks forward, almost possessively to match his large weight that he kept from bouncing on top of you with his hands keeping him from crushing down and practically collapsing on you.

"i love you," you cry when your pussy twitches wildly, your hot and sticky arousal messing him up, "please, please do!" your breath burning hot and ragged against your throat, "please put a baby in me!" as wriothesley groans— wanting you more than ever, thrusting his length down to a raw, quivering need that shook your limbs apart and tore lewd sounds from the gaps between frantic gulps of air.

your body bounces back and forth the bed, your moans now much louder and broken as wriothesley pants hotly against your clenched jaw, your impatient hands finding refuge in his silken hair as you force him into a kiss, his cock ruthlessly battering your velvety walls— drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, always nudging his cockhead against the sponge of your sweet spot.

"almost there," wriothesley rasps urgently, "going to fill you up so fucking nicely," he smirks and cuts off your needy gasps with another sharp, punctuated thrust.

the duke was indulging in how warm and soft you were, how nice it felt to be milked by a wet cunt smearing dozen amounts of fluids on the thin skin of his shaft, how you grip him with your weeping cunt, holding onto him so tightly that the duke thought he was about to pass out before you suddenly lessen the clench on his shaft, now alternating between gaping and constricting your pussy hole.

with a flurry full of intense spasms that you felt more inside than out, you cling on to wriothesley's defined back as his body kept going, his addictive thrusts infusing a bone-deep shudder that pinched your upcoming release— the precise attention he always have you, utterly intoxicating, dragging his fully hard cock in and out, in and out, his eyes darkened and drunk from pleasure as he groans out each time your cunt constricts around him, your addictive gasps aiding his pleasure as you moan out beautifully, your hole completely open as he pushes you over the edge with alarming speed.

his cock plunges and fuses into you as far as it could possibly go as he turns your stomach around, hitting the bristling bubble that had long since developed in the depths of your belly when it finally popped into a million pieces, your overstimulated hips helplessly rutting upwards as he swallows those tasteful mewls of yours, your hands tugging his face closer to you.

your orgasm slams you hard with a roaring intensity that nearly doubled you over, your fingers tugging so sharply at wriothesley's hair that you felt a softly pained groan vibrate through his lips as he kisses you in fierce hunger, keeping the pace of his cock steady and surging back and forth, your parted lips looking swollen and flushed with use as you kiss him with all the burning need climbing between your frames when you come undone together.

"there you go, sweetheart," he groans proudly, a slow smile breaking across his ruined lips when he fills you up with his warm seed— watching how you're so fucking drunk on his cock that you make him fill up each inch of space in between your weeping pussy, an engaging hotness coursing into your womb as you thread your fingers through his tousled hair gone and disheveled with sweat and the scent of you.

ugh, you realize you want it as bad as he did, always wanted his thrumming cock to crowd you up just as it did now, with his messy and sticky mess oozing down your hole and seeping everywhere— just how you actually longed for it to be everywhere, slithering from your skin into every curve and crevice, so wriothesley could not only knock you up, but also claim you— in some sort of demonstration of his undying love and his desire, the searing fervour of his white cum making you wince as tears collect in your eyes, the slow pumps of his cock overwhelming you as your walls hug him tight.

wriothesley keeps himself nestled deep in your cunt at your afterglow— and the reason was not unlikely to be revealed, because he believed that if he never were to pull out, you'd definitely get pregnant since the majority of sticky cum had no chance to ever exit your swollen pussy when he just keeps himself plugged in for much longer.

the gravel in his voice adopts a sultriness, spelling sweet nothings into your ear, calling you his good girl as he spilled it aöl into your lips when you smile at him all sweetly and shy, all flustered too with the mess in between your legs dousing down the soiled mattress.

"just imagine, my love," this particular delivery of his sentence was different now, each wording was practically dripping of adoration and hefty of his love for ypu, it was much softer as well despite wriothesley still being out of breath— and you simply look at him through a meaningful smile, heels resting against his back as you could still feel him deeply pulsate inside of you.

"imagining it right now," you respond when he silently slides one large palm down to your stomach before pressing hot kisses on your lips.

"i hope our little one gets your pretty eyes," he whispers lowly, his lips meeting yours right after.

it's quite silly, wriothesley thinks, that he cannot stop talking about it, nor stop dreaming about it either, or how unbelievably madly in love he was, how there would always be a beast inside of him that resided in his heart, that would crave you so badly.

after all the suffering in his life, you are his souls greatest desire, his bodies, his minds biggest passion, and for you to one day carry his child, was everything he wished for.

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[raamyun-and-rambles]

unedited.

Genshin Impact: Wanderer x Reader; implied anxiety and insecurity; hurt/comfort; soft Wanderer

「To Feel Without A Heart.」

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The puppet's hands are soft and meek - gentle as though he was handling fragile glass.

He doesn't have a heart but his chest aches with each hiccupped sob and sniffle that shook your vulnerable form against his embrace. The Wanderer's brows are furrowed, troubled in the way your tears do not cease no matter how comforting his hand runs through your hair or how gentle his lips press against your temple.

He has lived through many eons yet those years betray him as his beloved trembles in his hold.

Won't the archons tell him how to soothe you? How to take away your pain so he can have it as his own?

He knows how hard you struggled. How each passing day ate away at your light until you were but a husk of your former self - a puppet simply being held by its strings, of the unfairness of fate. He knew of the worries you held in your heart - the ones you hide away from him with a smile until you no longer couldn't. He knows how your worries of an uncertain future stumble your usually proud steps and how your reflection seems to grow duller and dimmer the longer you stand in front of a mirror.

Oh if only you knew how you looked in Wanderer's eyes - like a treasure gifted to him by the gods.

He can't believe he was ever allowed such a grace.

The softness and warmth of your skin against his. The gentleness of your voice as you call out his name. The strength in which you trudge through each trouble and turmoil etched in your destiny as the stars have declared. Even the crinkle of your eyes as you smile at him widely, declaring your love for him - a sinner with tainted hands - is so ever captivating to him.

Wanderer wishes there was more he could do than gently hush you and cradle you in his arms as darkness covers the sky. Kindness does not come to him naturally but his love for you does no matter how hard he tries to deny his calloused heart.

His delicate fingers reached out to catch the tear that escaped the corner of your eyes as he finally managed to coax you to meet his softened gaze.

"If those demons in your head keep whispering words of deceit, I will trample them for you." Wanderer started with an unusually soft tone as he cups your cheeks in his palms.

"I see you. I see all of you for who you are and you are worthy of being seen." You hiccuped slightly again at his words and felt the onset of fresh tears as his indigo eyes bore through all your fears and worries - as if searching for the light in your eyes he's fallen so deeply in love with.

"And all of you is mine." Wanderer declared. "Your pains, your joys and your anger, I will carry it all with me."

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"Eternity has carved you into my soul . I will hold you until you mend."

[primofate]

Confessions Series - Part 1: Overheard [Genshin Impact Male Characters]

Note: Welp I had the itch to write again so here I am. Though sleep deprived because baby keeps waking up every 3 hours to feed... I wanted to do this haha. Based on @soulprompts “I love you” prompts. What other character should I do?

Warnings: haven’t written in a while please excuse and tell me about pronoun slips, I’m sleep deprived, not proofread, some are just concepts of liking someone, having a crush on them, while some are full blown love confessions. SOME ARE ANGSTY, chose only the male characters I wanted to write for instead of forcing myself to do all of them.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader  

Other works in this series: (Part 2 - Description)

Scenario: Talking to a friend about how you feel about him. Unbeknownst to you, he was listening, hidden round the corner. What does he do?

Aether

“He’s sweet,” You simply answer when asked what you like about Aether. “I mean, he’s a simple guy. He’s not a mystery, it’s not hard to read him nor to get along with him. I guess that’s one of the reasons why a lot of people like him.” 

“Uhuh,” your friend drawls, their head lazily resting on their hand. “but you don’t just like Aether. You seriously LIKE him,” 

You’re rendered speechless by the statement for a second, tripping over your first words, “Well--I mean--” and as if realizing you’re making a fool of yourself by speaking in garbles, you recover. “Yeah, I guess...” You don’t know why you admit to it, but it’s not like your friend didn’t already know.

What he does:

Is tempted to immediately walk up to you and reconfirm the conversation.

Stops himself for a minute and replays the whole conversation in his head, probably once, twice and maybe a third time.

Second guesses himself, but when he finally goes through all possible options, he realizes there’s no mistaking the overheard confession.

All the while, Paimon is nagging him to go talk to you. “You didn’t hear wrong! Stop thinking too much, hurry and go!” Ends up being pushed out into the open by his flying companion.

“Erm...Ahem” he coughs into his fist. “I...didn’t mean to eavesdrop...Y/N, sorry, but... can we continue this conversation somewhere else? Somewhere...a little more private?” and the shy smile he gives you is a tell tale sign that he had most likely felt the same.

Albedo

“His schedule is always busy. He has his hands full with Klee, on top of all the work he needs to do,” was your excuse to your friend when asked why you haven’t confessed to the alchemist yet. “I don’t think Albedo has time for this type of thing, you know? He doesn’t need a distraction.”

What he does:

His logical side agrees that he doesn’t need a distraction.

But the other part of him doesn’t mind if its you.

Pauses for a moment, thinks about it for a second, before confronting you about it just minutes later.

“...Schedules can be made flexible, Y/N,” you jump at his sudden voice. “Just as distractions...can sometimes be a good thing,” Albedo stretches a hand out to you. “...Care to test how good of one you can be to me?” 

Alhaitham

“Y/N, Alhaitham is FAR from stupid. There’s no way he hasn’t figured out that you have a crush on him,”

“Shush!!” You swerve around to your friend, ducking a little, as if that would help you become invisible. “People could be listening, besides, if that’s true, then it’s even worse. It means that he knows, and probably has no interest in me, so let’s just forget about it, ok?” 

What he does:

..................................No he doesn’t know. Sure he’s smart but............he could be dense when it came to these things. That, or he just didn’t know what to do.

Does not confront you about it immediately. In fact he turns around and walks away without being spotted, opting to think about his next steps instead of just rushing into the conversation.

Lo and behold a few days later he’ll show up in front of you with his usual stoic expression.

“Y/N,” he starts, and you freeze on the spot, looking up at him, blinking. 

“Y-Yes?” You haven’t seen nor heard from him in days and as usual, you attributed it to him being busy. Little did you know that he had been mulling over how to talk to you.

“I heard your conversation with (your friend) the other day,” straightforward was his answer to everything, even in this particular situation. 

It takes you a few seconds to internalize his words. You’re not even sure which conversation he means. You talk to (your friend) a lot. Your brows start to furrow in confusion, until he clarifies. 

“...I wouldn’t say that I completely have no interest in you,” he starts, and your shoulders tense up, now realizing which conversation it was. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, all you wanted to do was run away. 

Alhaitham holds back a sigh, “...Anyway, here is no place to talk about this... I’ll meet you at Puspa Cafe tonight, if you’re free,” 

You’re FAR from stupid too, and knew exactly what he was trying to do.

Ayato

“Besides why would the Lord Commissioner even look at someone like me?” you hiss at your friend who was trying to persuade you that Ayato also had the hots for you. It just seemed a little delusional to you.

“He takes the chance to rile you up every time he sees you. He’s obviously doing it on purpose,” your friend counters. You roll your eyes up to high heaven.

“He does that to everyone...” you conclude, knowing that Ayato had the habit of--though you don’t know if intentionally--giving his servants a scare. 

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to be so jealous,” your friend quips back, you send them a quick glare before going back to doing your own work.

What he does:

Doesn’t even bat an eye. Smirks as he hears the whole story. 

Confidently reveals his presence to the two of you, chuckling.

“Jealousy doesn’t usually paint a beautiful colour,” he starts, the overly pleasant smile on his face. You straighten up immediately, eyes changing into saucers when you realize he had heard the whole thing. You open your mouth to explain, but he beats you to it.

“But I must say it looks a little different on you, Y/N, almost charming,” The side of his lip quirks up the slightest bit into a subtle grin. You bite your lip, there he is again trying to rile you up, maybe (your friend) was right. 

“...Is there anything I can do for you Lord Commissioner?” you ask, trying to stray away from the subject. He only chuckles. 

“You’ll find that there are a LOT of things you can do for me, Y/N. Start by accompanying me to tea, hm?” He wasn’t really asking, it was almost a command. 

You wished your friend snickering on the side would just shut up.

Cyno

“...He’s a little intimidating don’t you think? I don’t know why you like him so much,” your friend comments, slacking off on their pile of paperwork. You roll your eyes at them. 

“Maybe because he works hard, unlike other people,” you shake your head a little. 

“As General Mahamatra he’s supposed to work hard. Just admit that you have weird tastes.” your friend counters, still procrastinating on their share of work.

“Okay, so what if he’s a little vicious in his ways? He’s just doing his job. Now, it would help me if you started doing yours as well,” 

What he does:

Doesn’t know what to do.

Stands hidden for quite a long time. The subject has already moved on and away from him.

Torn between revealing himself now or later. 

Can’t think properly so exits from the situation and comes back later that same day, when you’re still working with your friend.

As he approaches your table, your friend notices him first. (Your friend) nudges you with their elbow, tilting their chin up to let you know that someone was approaching. 

You pick your head up, and feel yourself go rigid when you see that it’s Cyno. At first you think to yourself that he might not be here to talk to you, maybe he’s just about to walk by...but he stops in front of your table and you’re left to wordlessly look up at him.

There’s a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever.

“...I value the high praise that you give me,” he starts and you immediately want to duck under the table and hide.

He heard. 

“O-Oh, G-General Mahamatra, you heard that...It’s...nothing, hard work deserves to be praised...” you avert your gaze down to the papers you were working on, pretending to continue and be busy with them. 

There was an awkward pause, your eyes darting up towards him for a second, checking if he was still looking at you, before breaking away again and furiously flipping through papers.

“...Do you want to play some TCG?” 

“Huh?” You end up with an incredulous look on your face, trying to gauge if he was serious. His face is still blank, but the usual tenseness in the way he carried himself gave way for a barely seen relaxation. It was hard to spot, but it was there. 

You ended up sighing a little in what you could only describe as relief, giving him a lopsided smile. “Sure, but go easy on me, I haven’t played in a while,”

“That’s fine. Perhaps a daily practice session will do you good,”

Dainsleif

“Mysterious, aloof, disappears into thin air... A man like that? You probably should stay away, Y/N. You don’t know what he dabbles in,” (Your friend) warns, looking at you with genuine concern. 

��Perhaps he has some secrets...but I don’t think he’s a bad guy at all. I’ve spent some time conversing with Dainsleif here and there,” you continue to wipe the tables, not noticing that the man you were talking about had long entered the tavern already and was now standing behind the two of you.

“At least he’s handsome, there’s that,” (Your friend) adds. 

“Sure, but that’s not the only reason I like him,” you laugh.

What he does:

Wonders if he heard the conversation right and overanalyzes what you mean by “like” him.

Either way it stirs a strange emotion in him, one that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Prefers to get things over with and thinks there’s no harm in confronting you immediately.

You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Thinking that it was a customer you turn around with a pleasant smile, only for it to slowly dwindle down into a shocked expression.

Dainsleif.

“Y/N,” he nods his head towards you casually. You gulp, force a smile, and nod back. “Hi, you’re early today,” just as your friend slips away from the conversation. Dainsleif doesn’t even spare them a glance.

He doesn’t have much to say about your comment of him being early. He doesn’t particularly know why he was early today either. Perhaps...fate would have him hear the conversation between you and (Your friend).

“Yes, well, it looks like there were benefits to being early today,” he meets you eye to eye, the intensity in his gaze almost makes you blush from your neck all the way up to the top of your head, but you fought the giddiness back. 

“...What can I get you?” there’s a shiver that threatens to run up your spine, wondering if your deflection was successful. Dainsleif closes his eyes momentarily, before opening them with a strange sense of courage. 

“Your company,”

Diluc

“It’s been years,” (Your friend) says, the two of you looking up at the massive oak tree of Windrise. They glance at you from the side of their eye before continuing. “Are you still in love with Diluc?”

There’s a breeze that passes, almost melancholic, and partly whispered of sorrow. “...I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him.” You pick your hand up to rub at your arm. “Jean, Kaeya, Diluc and I...So many things have changed since we were kids...but I don’t think that spot for Diluc will ever go away,”

“Does he know, at least?” (Your friend) asks and you half scoff. 

“I’m not sure, I get the feeling he does, but doesn’t act on it. Which is why...maybe the only way to solve this emptiness is to leave Mondstadt altogether.” 

“Out of sight, out of mind huh?” (Your friend) claps your back, and turns around to start walking away with you.

What he does:

Internally a mess of emotions. Doesn’t know where to start. 

but he’s just standing there and he’s stuck watching (your friend) and you turn around to come face to face with him. 

He looks at you, a wave of memories and emotions flashing through his mind all at once, it almost overwhelms him. 

“D-Diluc,” you stutter, heart freezing in your chest. You see him take a steadying breath in, prying his gaze away from you and over to (Your friend).

“(Your friend), could you give us a minute?” he asks. (Your friend) obliges, passing you a quick glance before going ahead on their own. Another breeze runs by, ruffling his long red hair. 

“...I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” you start, and yet he doesn’t say anything, prompting you to continue talking. “...You don’t have to think about it too much, it’s just silly--”

“I wasn’t sure,” he cuts you off, eyes drawn to the ground now. “I wasn’t sure...if you really felt that way.” 

The statement somehow exasperates you. “You weren’t sure? All those times I stayed by your side when everyone else left--” then it hits you. “Or were you scared, Diluc?”

The quick grimace in his expression tells you the answer. His reply comes a few seconds later, “I was, I still am,” but he picks his head up, and finally looks you straight in the eye. “...but this time...” his fists clench on his side. “This time give me the chance to show you how much I really care about you,”

He was not going to lose you too.

Itto

“Seriously?! Itto? Arataki Itto? Are you for real?” (Your friend) announces to nearly half of the food stall, the other customers swerving around to look at the two of you. 

"Oh, say it a bit louder why don’t you?” You roll your eyes at your friend and continue eating.”

“Sorry. I just--Out of all the people you could choose, your huge crush is on that big brute??” your can tell by the look on your friend’s face that they think you have weird tastes.

What he does:

Butts in without even thinking of the conversation. Has no clue what’s going on.

���Crush?!”

You and your friend startle, swerving around to see none other than the oni with his hands on his hips. “Y/N?! You planning on crushing me?!” then he guffaws with laughter, slapping his knees in the process. “Yeah right, you’re no match for me!”

Your previously gaped open mouth slowly closes and your shoulders relax, sighing. You’re a little disappointed he doesn’t get it at all. Your friend shakes their head with a long sigh. “You stupid oaf, we don’t mean it that way...” 

Itto’s head tilts sideways, a genuinely confused look on his face. “No? Then... Watcha all talkin about?” 

You grab your friend’s arm and pull them forward the slightest bit. “It’s not important! Actually, we better get going--”

“Y/N has a CRUSH on you, idiot! Y/N LIKES you!” Your friend explodes, patience long gone. 

Itto blinks at the confession, his eyes darts towards you, “...Oh,” then there’s the slight tugging at his chest, he can’t help but beam and smile silly. “Yeah? You’re not too bad yourself Y/N! I like you too!”

You’re not sure if he really understood the confession in its entirety. 

Kaeya

“It’s all just fun and games with Kaeya. It doesn’t mean anything,” you laugh sheepishly, yet you rub the back of your neck a little.

“...Do you want it to be just fun and games?” your friend chides, and there’s a moment of silence. The two of you just sitting there already knowing the answer, it’s almost uncomfortable, until your friend sighs. 

“...Let’s change the subject,” 

What he does: 

responds immediately. Will not wait a second longer to come out of his hiding place and ask about what he just heard.

“How about let’s not?” Kaeya emerges out of nowhere, slipping into the seat next to you at the cafe. His poise is confident and instantly his head lazily places itself into the palm of his hand, gaze lingering at you. 

“Snowflake, I had no idea you felt like that,” his voice is smooth like ice and you bite your lip to keep yourself from saying something stupid.

“...I didn’t say anything though?” you countered, trying to evade the conversation. Your friend watches on with interest. 

“Silence speaks volumes, Y/N,” Kaeya scoots even closer to you, your shoulders touching each other. However, he maneuvers his arm around to lay on the seat behind you. “So if you’re opposed to what I’m about to do, better speak up,”

He leans closer, inch by inch, he waits for you to say something.

You stay silent.

He grins.

Scaramouche

“Hat guy? He’s brutal. But who am I to comment on your tastes, Y/N. You’ve always been weird,” (Your friend) chides, watching as you go over the bookshelf again. 

“Stop calling him that,” You murmur under your breath, more focused on finding the right book for your research. “That’s not his only distinctive feature, you know,” you continue, still engrossed in looking for a book.

“Oh? What else are his “distinctive features”?” (Your friend) drawls, rolling their eyes. 

You hum a little, then plop on the ground cross-legged, wanting to get a better look on the last row of books of the Akademiya’s library. “...His eyes,” you simply answer. “They’re a beautiful shade of violet-blue...He’s always glaring at someone half of the time but he actually has very pretty eyes,” 

There’s silence and you finally get the peace you need to concentrate. However, that silence is broken by a voice that you know all too well.

What he does:

is amused.

thinks its cute pathetic.

will still look angry but will have a hard time actually being angry.

will be cocky.

“My eyes, huh?”

It’s hard to completely turn around in your sitting position, so you do the best you can to turn, side eye landing on Scaramouche’s form. He has his arms crossed as usual, but there’s a smug smirk on his face. “Didn’t know it was that fascinating to you, bookeater,”

It was supposed to be an insulting nickname for you, who always had your nose in a book, but you took no offense to it at all.

You didn’t know what to say, so you continued staring at him. He being the anti-social person that he was, just stared back. There was a big gap of silence before he felt that it was becoming too awkward. 

“...What’re you looking for?” he blurted out.

“...A book...”

“Are you stupid? Of course you’re looking for a book. I meant what’s the title?” There his usual sneer was back again and he unfolded his arms to look at you unimpressively. 

“...A History of Inazuma: Volume 2...” you meekly replied, slowly realizing that he actually heard you praising him.

“You’re in the wrong section,” the exasperated sigh he gives out causes you to wince, and you turn away back to the bookshelf as if to shield you from all this embarrassment. 

“If it’s about Inazuma, you should just be asking me,” you blink as your peripheral catches sight of an outstretched hand. You tilt your head to see that he’s offering his hand, but his face is blank.

“...Well? Come on. I don’t have all day,”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling, something about the way he said it sounds threatening, but also slightly playful. But that’s just the way he was. 

You accept his hand, and he pulls you up easily.

Xiao

“Oh so that’s why you’re coming over more frequently...” (Your friend) grins, and you wave your hands around to tell them to quiet down. Adepti had good hearing after all.

“Well, I’m also coming over cause Verr Goldet needs more help these days in the kitchen. You guys are getting so much customers these days that Yanxiao has a hard time by himself,”

“Uhhuuhhhhhh, sure...was it also Verr Goldet who told you to try and master the Almond Tofu recipe from Yanxiao? Cause you’re awfully hell bent on trying to learn that recipe, according to Yanxiao,” 

You fall silent, feeling heat crawling up your neck. “I--” You start, searching for an excuse, but realized there was no escaping this one. “I just want to do something nice for Xiao, that’s all,” you innocently quip. “I...I know I can’t help him much, but maybe just cooking his favourite dish will help, even a little,”

(Your friend) smiles a little, knowing that the adepti probably heard everything. “That’s nice of you, Y/N. You must care about him a lot,” 

What he does:

once upon a time he would do absolutely nothing. because getting involved with humans is something he shouldn’t do.

But now he bides his time, and observes if it’s safe to open up. 

He wouldn’t outright thank you at first, but he’ll slowly show up in front of you a little more everyday.

He’s rather awkward, so at first he only nods his head as thanks when you leave the bowl of almond tofu on the ledge.

Eventually when he realizes you’re not going to stop cooking for him he goes the extra mile to do something simple for you too.

He places a stalk of your favourite flower on the ledge, right before you come to put down his bowl of almond tofu. 

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[lilacwrite]

Neuvillette x reader

in which Neuvi has a nightmare

gn! reader, fluff, comfort

You were cuddling with your husband,him laying on your belly, as the dim candle light was highlighting his features, his long eyelashes slowly fluttering as you hear a sudden thunder soon followed by lightning.

Oh no, it seems Monsieur Neuvillette was having a nightmare. Unsure of what to do, you slowly caress his long hair and pet his horns trying to reassure your sleeping lover.

"Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, please don't cry..." you whisper as strong arms hugged you suddenly. you heard the gentle whimpers as warm tears were falling down his cheeks. "There, there, amour.... let it all out..." you reassure him once again, playing your fingers through his hair.

He slowly pushed himself higher so he was now resting his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat calming all his worries.

He hugged you one last time before he relaxed in your arms as the thunder moved on and the moon was shining again on the two of you.

You kissed each horn and then the top of his head before slowly blowing the candle on your nightstand as you relaxed yourself, letting the pillows and the warmth of your husband swallow you to sleep.

"Goodnight, my hydro dragon.."

You stayed awake a little longer just to help Neuvillette through his nightmare. He always gets nightmares after a complicated trial. He forces himself to stay emotionless and doesn't get too involved emotionally in the cases, but sometimes it affects him a bit more than he wishes. And after days like those you're always here for him.

With one last thought about the powerful hydro dragon resting in your arms, you slowly fall asleep as your hands unconsciously play with his hair.

__________________________________

[neuvigroove]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚.

pairings. scaramouche x fem reader synopsis. scaramouche swore to himself to protect you from dottore, but in order to do so, he must abandon you. before he leaves though, he makes sure to put a smile on your face. genre/warnings. pure angst, written in scara's pov, reader is energetic and childish, she/her pronouns used for reader, mentions of blood, stabbing, and death wc. 1.1k a/n. i actually shed a tear while writing this and listening to summertime sadness. playlist. die first - nessa barrett, summertime sadness - lana del rey, train wreck - james arthur

[2:39pm]

today is y/n's birthday.

i can see her in the near distance, skipping around like an excited little kid. she's always had too much energy for me to bear, but perhaps i've grown used to it, seeing that she's always glued to my side for some reason unknown to me.

that bliss however, will change today. dottore knows about where she's from. a planet far from the depths of teyvat. a globe dominated solely by the human race with no room for elemental power. a planet currently known as earth.

very little is known about this planet, which only causes dottore's interest to peak. her origin makes her the perfect test subject for the doctor, but i will not let him lay a dirty fingernail on her.

we cannot continue to travel as one; dottore will find her if she's with me. i don't have any cards left to play.

i do worry that leaving her alone would put her in another danger. she carries no vision, nor any strength that could compare to the creatures of teyvat. however, nothing is more dangerous than becoming an experiment of the second fatui harbinger. on the inside i know she'll be okay. she can find-

she can find my replacement. a new companion.

my only option is to watch over her from the shadows. that is the only way i can protect her.

sometimes i can tell that i hurt her feelings when we converse. but my personality is something i can't change, and she's never seemed to want change from me. perhaps that's why i've enjoyed her company more than i could ever enjoy another human being's. she understands me more than i think she does.

since i made her cry on her last birthday, i've decided that i could attempt to make her smile this time around. in my defense though, the cookies she made for us to share together were truly detrimental. but... maybe my words were too harsh. i forget what i said exactly... "you wanna poison me? are you so dumb as to have forgotten that i'm not human?"

my eyes trail back to ms. craziness and my eyes widen when she trips over a tree branch. i actually have no idea how i've been traveling together with a girl who has two left legs without dying. i don't notice the tears streaming from my eyes until she looks my way and spots me.

she runs over to me, and i quickly wipe the useless, hot tears. when i see her happy expression, i need to make an effort not to let the guilt eat me alive. i think i've admitted it to myself a while ago, but i love y/n. i'd presumed just as everyone else that i'm a puppet incapable of anything close to love, but if what i feel for y/n isn't love then i'm not sure what it is. i am positive that it is love. when you experience pain, you don't doubt it and assume it's something else. you just feel. and when i'm with her i feel.

"SCARA!" y/n exclaims as she topples me over in a hug. i nearly fall to the ground, but i'm able to catch us before it's too late. gosh, can she even contain her energy for two rational seconds?

i shove her off of me, but before i can say anything, she excitedly holds up a compass-like trinket in my face. "look! a sweet young boy gave me this lovely compass! it's supposed to lead you to wherever you'll be the happiest! and~ it led me right to you! we are just the perfect little duo, aren't we scara?"

i scoff, "and you believe that? it led you towards me because i'm standing north from where you were earlier."

y/n's excited expression drops.

"oh..." she pouts. "well... we can still pretend, right?"

pretend. maybe i can pretend she'll always be with me.

"pretending won't get you anywhere in life," i respond flatly.

"oh, but you pretend all the time," she responds. "i know you sometimes pretend that you can't hear me when i ramble about random things. although it hurts my feelings, you're still my best friend, scara."

what she said is actually not true. i in fact remember everything she rambles about in great detail. like that one time she was complaining about how she hates her hair because the wind blows it in an unattractive way. it was just so annoying because she needs to set her priorities straight. her appearance should be the last of her worries.

"give me your hand," i say. my voice is softer than i intended it to be. when she extends her hand, i slip a diamond bracelet around her wrist. on it is a charm with her nickname for me engraved in the center: scara.

please don't forget about me.

"oh, scara... it's beautiful! I'll never take it off. i promise."

"i have a matching one," i respond as i hold up my wrist for her the see.

she smiles when she sees the nickname engraved on my bracelet: princess.

there it is. her smile.

i sigh. "human, i know that you have your other shenanigans to deal with today, as do i. but meet me up that hill in the forest at sunset."

"oh, okay? scara, why are you being extra nice today?"

"um," i attempt a half smile. "it's your birthday, isn't it?"

[6:03pm]

i pick up the sword from the wet grass of the forest mountain beneath me. it's raining hard tonight. y/n is going to catch a cold, and i won't be there to care.

i walk over to the puppet standing across from me. my puppet. the puppet i've created to fake my own death. isn't it funny? the puppet of a puppet. both abandoned by their creators.

i take my bracelet off and slip it on its wrist. she has to believe it's me.

"i'm sorry," i whisper before stabbing my clone in the chest. i close my eyes when i hear my own voice cry out in a short-lived pain. it falls to the ground, lifeless as i walk away into the forest.

the bloodshed spreads with the heavy rain, and moments later, i see y/n approach the dead body. there she is.

and i feel as if my nonexistent heart has cracked in half when she screams. my eyes close in a sort of pain i've never experienced before. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, princess. it's the only way you wouldn't look for me.

i wish that a day will come where we can be partners again. but on the inside i know that her human lifespan is not long enough to fulfill that silly wish.

scaramouche fanart credit: X (Twitter) : llxx88103769

[wanderingconstellations]

pussy drunk! kabukimono. oral (f receiving). afab reader, no pronouns. established relationship between you and kabukimono. messy pussy eating. kabukimono getting suffocated in between your legs.

kabukimono really loves your pussy.

there's times where you're just randomly laying on the couch, scrolling on your phone until you feel cold hands prying itself in between your legs. with pleading eyes, he rubs your thighs gently up and down and hope you let him eat your pussy again..

“buki.. you already ate this morning.”

“but.. its just once," he mumbles, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh in hopes of you giving in to his desire..

“please? i swear, it's gonna be quick.. please let me have a taste," he pleads desperately. his fingers are already slipping under the band of your shorts, ready to take off at anytime..

“you always say that.." you sighed in response, which makes kabukimono smile in pure delight.

he quickly pulls your shorts off along with your panties, wasting no time to drool over the sight of your pretty cunt, bare and leaking with arousal. he immediately dives in and gives a few kitten licks before literally devouring your pussy like a starved man. he's holding onto your hips, bringing you in closer his face.

your legs lock in around his head, making kabukimono so dizzy, but so happy that his mouth finally is able to taste your sweet cunt again. his tongue is heavenly, making you writhe and tug in his soft locks as he groans in delight.

"f-fuck— buki, m'gonna cum soon if you keep doing that.."

your head throws back in pure pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when he rubs tight circles against your clit. kabukimono can get so easily pussy drunk by your sweet cunt, he's so dizzy with love that you can quite literally see hearts in his eyes.

"bukibuki— oh fuck! c-cumming!” you mewl loudly, tugging on his hair tightly n' feeling that tight coil in your stomach completely burst when you finally reached your high. kabukimono happily slurps the new mess you made, so eager to get more out of you.

“so sweet.. love you and your pussy soo much.." he mumbles under his breath, nuzzling in between your legs, giving sweet kissing to your inner thighs before eating you out again.

“b-buki! again?!”

a/n: wanted to write for kabukimono.. he deserves some love too

[zhongtea]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ tight fit ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

— ft. alhaitham, diluc, wriothesley, zhongli

synopsis — taking them can be quite the challenge, but the reward is always worth it in the end; 2.4k words.

— minors do not interact! unprotected sex. size kink. oral in zhongli’s. use of pet names. fem!reader.

— alhaitham 𝜗𝜚

“it’s too much, ‘haitham…”

alhaitham has always picked up on your little habits, especially the ones pertaining to the bedroom. one such habit is you always crying about how he’s just too big for you to take. and naturally, he’s figured out a way to overcome this thanks to your predictability.

“nonsense,” he says and pushes himself further in. you whine again, just like he knew you would. “you manage to take me every time without fail, no matter how much you always whine about it.”

his tone is flat but raspy. he’s calculating every move, making sure to press inside just enough but not too much at once. he’s big and he knows — maybe he’s a little too aware of this — and you’re grateful he takes his time despite the way you lack the patience to wait.

“i don’t whine,” you pout. there’s a ghost of a smirk on his face. it’s gone just as quick as it appears but you catch it nonetheless.

alhaitham is adept at proving you wrong, because when his cock inches deeper into your sodden cunt you let out a sound that could only be described as a whine. he ignores the small glare you give in favor of pressing the pad of his thumb into your clit. he smooths circles over it and your cunt reacts appreciatively, allowing him in just a bit more.

“i always make sure to fill you up just right, don’t i?”

you whimper at the stretch; you’re so full, already feeling at your limit and he’s just barely halfway in. “yes.”

“you know i’ll always take care of you.” he keeps showing affection to your clit to open you up for him more while his free hand roams your body. alhaitham is a man of details, and he’s always so well tuned to you and your body.

you’re being flipped before you can even process the change of positions. alhaitham steadies you with a firm grip to your hips before he’s thumbing at your clit again. when you look at him in question, he offers you a small smile.

“there, this might be better for you.” he’s pulling at your hips, just enough for you to get the idea. he sucks in a breath as he watches you lower yourself down on him slowly, adoring the way your cunt swallows him inch by inch. the descent is agonizingly slow and he’s fighting the urge to buck up into you, but he’s careful to allow you your time, your own pace.

you’re steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, the muscles taut under your touch. you take a bit more and cry out in bliss at the fullness, that blissful stretch that you can’t help but find addicting. “so full, ‘haitham. it feels so good.”

alhaitham hums just as you allow gravity to take over, fully sheathing his cock inside until every inch of space inside you is crowded by him. you’re quivering and you’re dripping all over him, cunt crying at the pleasurable stretch it’s taken on to accommodate his size. you’re so very tight around him that he feels insane. no matter how much he fucks you on his cock, he’ll never get over just how good you are for him.

“it’s always the same outcome, and yet i am amazed every time at how well you fit around me. if i didn’t know any better, I might think you were made for me.”

— diluc 𝜗𝜚

everything is burning red — the heat between your thighs, the searing blush on your cheeks, and the mane of hair that cascades around you. and even the eyes that bore into you share the same fiery hue, alight with passion and desire and love. diluc’s hips twitch and the tip of his cock sinks just a bit further into you, and he groans at the way you’re already trying to squeeze around him. he huffs and his warm breath blows across your face; he’s withholding himself, you know this, with the tense of his muscles and the crease of concentration on his brow.

you close your legs around his hips in attempt to pull him closer. he’s able to correct himself and remain steady, but still you manage to gain another press of his mushroom tip into your plush walls. “diluc, more. please, baby, i need you.”

he huffs again before smearing a kiss across your forehead. “i know, but patience.” he aches to fill you up just like you desire to be filled by him, stuffed to the brim with every inch, but he’s careful. he is a lot to take, and you are so incredibly tight. the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. it’s searing, it’s sloppy, and it’s enough to distract him so you can push at his hips with your legs again. the stretch is immediate and you both sigh out. “i always take you so well, right?”

diluc is fisting the sheets tightly. you’re always so impatient for him, but he supposes he cannot blame you, not when he is equally as such. he tries to be, but you always manage to bring out a desperate side of him that makes him feel like he’s losing his grip on his sanity. “you do,” he breathes and pushes himself in more, quickly noting the way you tense up. “always such a perfect fit for me.”

he’s pressing his hips forward more and more, but so agonizingly slow that you have no other choice but to bask in the way every inch of him is crowding every bit of space inside you, stretching your walls so wide it has your breath catching in your throat. he’s like an all consuming fire, igniting all of your nerves and senses until you’re ablaze with wild desire. “diluc, please…”

“almost there, my love. you’re taking me so well.” diluc’s forehead is flush against yours just as he bottoms out completely, finally giving you the entirety of him. his hips are snug against yours as he remains still to allow your little cunt to acclimate to his girth, and to also allow him a moment to gain his composure. that first plunge of his cock into your heat always threatens to unravel him.

“you will be the end of me,” diluc says through a release of breath as he rocks his hips slightly, testing the waters. he kisses you when you whimper. “you and your tight,” a groan, “little pussy.”

your hands are carding through his thick hair in attempt to ground yourself. you already feel so insane off the pleasure and he’s just entered you. “want more, want you to move…”

the man above you chuckles and obliges. who was he to deny you? “always so eager for me, my love.” he starts off slow and deep until he picks up the pace, and it’s beyond you both at this point, the way your highs gain on you so incredibly fast.

“diluc, gonna cum already!” you’re so overwhelmed by the fullness of him, by the pleasure he gives you; it’s a euphoria only he can offer you.

his lips are on yours. slow, sensual, loving, and so contrasted to the sloppy rhythm of his hips. “like i said, so eager.” and yet, he’s so close to unraveling himself. all because of you and the way you take him so perfectly like you were meant just for him.

— wriothesley 𝜗𝜚

“easy now, pretty girl.”

the duke’s voice is hushed and rough while his hands are steadying your hips. he pulls your weight down on him just a tad bit further, not too much but enough to make you cry and him suck in his breath in a hiss. “take it nice and slow for me.”

you fist at his shoulders until your nails are digging into him through the fabric of his shirt. you try and fail to lower yourself down onto his cock; his hands keep you rooted in place, and your poor pussy is aching at the stretch of his tip. “wriothesley, let me sit on it.”

“that’s the idea,” he drawls with a smirk. “but we can’t get ahead of ourselves now can we?”

your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “you are so unfair.”

wriothesley kisses away your pout, nibbling at your bottom lip until you whimper. “and you are a little too eager. slow and steady, as they say.”

this certainly wasn’t the outcome you were seeking when visiting wriothesley at his office today, but here you are. and now you’re aching to be filled with his thick cock, but you and him both know that taking him in full is always something that must be handled with care…but you always get a little too impatient when presented the opportunity to have him.

“why are you so big?” you whine, your pussy fluttering around his thick tip. you’re already pushing your limits and it’s just the tip. you roll your hips back and forth for some sort of friction and the duke beneath you groans.

“is that a complaint i hear, darlin’?” wriothesley lifts his hips up and shoves another inch in, cock head pushing through your taught walls. “she’s certainly not complaining.”

you huff. your toes curl at the stretch just as you leak around his girth, pussy doing its best to allow him in, to accommodate. it’s a sticky mess that pools between your thighs and covers his lap. the further he pushes in the more you seem to leak your slick all over him.

“oh my god,” is all you can moan out when you sink another inch down on his cock, your thighs beginning to shake and your breathing quicken.

your lover beneath you smirks, icy gaze watching the way your brows furrow in concentration. “now if it’s too much for you, darlin’, feel free to tap out now.”

you always end up taking him in, every inch. you exhale and drop your hips all the way down until you’re flat on his lap, cock completely nestled between your gummy walls. you sigh out at the fullness, your poor walls stretching perfectly for him and squeezing him so good the man underneath you can’t help but groan. “don’t get cocky, your grace.”

wriothesley’s hands on your hips are bruising. he huffs out a chuckle and there’s involuntary flutter of your cunt around him. “you’re right,” he says with a grind of his hips. “and besides, my pretty girl’s always going to take me so good. if anyone should be cocky, it should be you.”

he follows up his praise with a searing kiss against your lips. you tangle your hands in his hair just as you begin to rock your hips back and forth.

“you’ve got me now, darlin’. just like you wanted. ride me and take your fill.”

— zhongli 𝜗𝜚

you feel hazy as you come down from yet another orgasm, thighs shaking and chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. the only thing that keeps you rooted to reality is the press of lips against your thighs, soft and adoring and comforting.

“you are alright?” zhongli’s deep voice is gentle and kind and it warms you from the inside out while he continues his kisses against your skin. he enjoys the way your slick and his spit glisten over your pretty cunt, and he offers an appreciative kiss against your swollen clit.

you whine at the sensitivity. you relax when one of his large hands massage your thigh. “i am more than alright, zhongli.”

he hums in response before trailing kisses up your tummy and through the valley of your breasts until he’s face to face with you. his gaze is warm and molten gold, setting you alight under its glow. “then allow me to take you now, my dearest.”

there’s a pause and then you feel it, the ever familiar press of his thick tip against your slippery folds. you gasp when he taps it against your clit and he’s quick to swallow up the sound of your moan that follows.

“you’re very wet,” he notes, proud of the mess he’s already made of you, and proud of you and how perfect you are for him. his cock pushes into your folds just enough for you to feel that first stretch, but does not continue any further. “do you think you can take me in full, hm?”

you nod eagerly just as you grasp at his strong arms. “yes, please. give me all of you. i can take it.”

of course you can, you always do. zhongli’s lips graze yours and he smiles warmly. “but as always, we will take this slow.” because even with the way you take him so well in the end, he’s careful, hesitant to inflict even the slightest pain upon you. he’s well endowed, godly in his design, and more than anything he wants this to pleasurable for you. he’ll never want you in discomfort because of him.

you moan as he makes the first small push into you; your pussy expands to welcome him in and the familiar burn of the stretch is there, quelled by the ample amounts of your arousal from the previous orgasms he had given you. “z-zhongli!”

your lover shushes you with another kiss, stilling himself while your walls quiver around his girth. “sshhh, my dearest. it’s alright,” he coos. “breathe for me.”

and you try to do as he says, but your breath is stolen from your lungs when he plunges deeper, invading every bit of space in the depths of you. “so full…”

zhongli chuckles as he rests his forehead against yours. he watches you as you pant, kiss swollen lips quivering, and he thinks you’re the most stunning being he’s ever seen. “i know. you are doing well.”

another incredible inch and your toes curl into the sheets. you sing out such a pretty chorus of moans for him; he gives you more of himself. your gummy walls wrap tightly around him and he sighs in content.

“i want the rest of you, zhongli.” you’re earnest in your desire. you need him all the way inside this very moment. but there is still much more of him to take. “i promise i can take it.”

the god of old places a kiss against your cheek, fondness for you, his adorable little human lover, and your abundant eagerness for him; the same eagerness he will always harbor for you and you alone.

“now, now. there is no need to rush. you will have me in full.” another kiss, and another inch. “i promise.”

nat’s notes — happy wrio and furina banner day!

[miyaz6ki]

ajaw having a tiny teensy crush on kinich's s/o

for a bit- kinich had to leave for an important commission. talking about a hurtful saurian all the way over in the other region, that happens to the total opposite direction of where scions of the canopy is.

but when he comes back, seems like the little itty bitty (literal) dragon brought you back something.

his little eight-bit hand held out a chrysanthemum he found on the way back from the far-far away region.

"greetings, respectable human I favor. please do accept this gift great dragonlord k'uhul ajaw has brought for you." surprisingly for the first time, at least in your ears, ajaw said please.

"uhuh, sssslow down there buddy." kinich pushes him to the side a little, making him growl at your boyfriend.

kinich places a beautiful bracelet made out of pearls from toyac, leaves from scions, and your favorite flower. he had a matching one just in case you would ask.

"awww, kin'!" you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, landing a heartfelt kiss onto his lips, lasting for about ten seconds. yes he counted. yes he tasted what you made for breakfast earlier.

"hmph... i could do a lot better than he can, human!" ajaw huffed and turned away in a way to throw a tantrum.

but you do instead give in and give a quick peck on his bit cheek.

"a- ahem.. you are forgiven, favored human! and you kinich will receive punishment when the time comes." ajaw with pride give a proud hum. kinich simply raising his eyebrow and snaking an arm around your waist.

"better not give him any more pity points, baby." "WHAT DID YOU SAY KINIIICH?!"

[actiniumwrites]

if you're still doing requests: maybe one of the genshin guys finding out you use their card in tcg? scenario or headcanons is fine, and i have no preference for who you want to write! (i will say i'm fixated in the fontanians rn though)

the perfect pair

synopsis: their reaction to finding out you use their card in tcg

characters: tighnari, cyno, neuvillette, lyney, and wriothesely x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: nothing besides fluff and cyno being an actual maniac for tcg (he’s probably a little ooc but i think it’s funny)

notes: i’m ngl i totally forgot about tcg 😭 i played it SO much when it came out and then barely touched it unless it was for the primos. i gotta finish those achievements still 💀 also i know not every one of these characters has a tcg card but we can just pretend :) thank you for the request!

part two

Tighnari:

Because he doesn’t play tcg very often — at least not as much as Cyno does — he doesn’t find out right away

When he does, it happens at a casual dinner between you, him, and all your friends after Collei asks to play so she can try out some of her new cards

Cyno enthusiastically agrees and you all set up after you finish eating which is when Alhaitham, whose eyes never miss anything, spots a suspiciously similarly looking guy on one of your three player cards

“You seriously have your boyfriend as one of your cards?” he’ll ask with a disbelieving smile, as if he can’t comprehend why you’d have it

You smile and lift it up, proudly nodding as you list off the card’s strengths and the nice backing it came with. You don’t fail the mention the bonus that it comes with your boyfriend’s face on it

Tighnari feels his cheeks warm in slight embarrassment as he turns away in his chair. Even so, he can’t help but find it really cute that you have his card

He even tells his friends to shut up and that they’re just jealous they don’t have his card and that they wish their significant others had them as cards

It actually shuts some of them up, shockingly

Meanwhile, Cyno is in utter disbelief that such a card exists and will try to buy it off of you so he can complete his collection (you don’t let him have it though)

Cyno:

Ah the king of tcg himself

He has the most dramatic reaction for sure. Not even in the sense that he’s embarrassed, or teasing, or whatnot. He’s just straight up shocked

Slams his hands down on the table and his jaw drops as he stands up. You giggle on the other side of the table at his reaction, watching him desperately try to find words

“Where did you even get that?!”

You swear you only see him this expressive when it comes to tcg

“I don’t know, I just found it at a local store when I was passing by,” you shrug carelessly, as if you aren’t going to completely destroy him with his own card in about five minutes

After he gets over the initial awe of seeing himself in his favorite game in the entire world, he’s actually very internally excited, although you don’t get to see that side

He thinks it’s cool that you like using his card and is honored that you’d even choose it in the first place, especially with only three slots (he’s also just happy he’s a main card and not a buff lmao)

And when you do destroy him, he slides you a pen and paper and politely demands you give him the name of the seller so he can track them down tomorrow

Neuvillette:

He doesn’t even play the game so initially, he’s extremely confused why you have a playing card with his face on it

“Fascinating. I did not know they made such games. Is my card good for playing?” He’s genuinely intrigued by it and you find it rather endearing

Because he doesn’t understand it though, he doesn’t necessarily feel any certain way about it. He’s too caught up in the game to realize what it means for you to be using his card

“Yeah, it’s pretty powerful, but it’s representative of real life so that’s expected given your position.”

At that, he feels very flattered. His cheeks will warm a bit, casting a light blush over his features when you speak so proudly of him

He’ll even ask if you have a card of your own hoping to take a bit of the attention off him when he begins to feel more excited about it

You shake your head no and explain that it’s unlikely given people don’t know enough about you to make a full card of you or to sell it

Will later get one made for you without you knowing, only one singular copy worth a priceless amount just so you could have one to match him too <3

Lyney:

Smug little shit

You’re playing with him and his siblings after he invited you over for a date. Lynette and Freminet were bored so you both offered to play a game, to which tcg was suggested by Freminet

You’d played only a few times with them before, which is why you didn’t realize what was such a big deal when you pulled out a card with your boyfriend on it, entirely forgetting it was new and you hadn’t used it with them yet

“Is that…is that Lyney?” Lynette asks, stifling a laugh as she inspects the card. Freminet leans a little closer too in order to get a better look.

And it indeed is, Lyney confirms for himself

“Woah no way, I didn’t know they made this,” he smiles at it, picking it up and spinning it in his hand before smirking at you, “I knew you couldn’t resist this handsome face, even on a playing card.”

You smack his arm faster than Lynette can and snatch it back out of his hand. Lyney pouts and slouches down into his seat as his siblings inquire as to where you got it

Lyney can’t stop staring at you as you tell them, his chest beating faster and faster as you embarrassedly ramble on about why you got it in the first place and how you thought it was cute like a little keepsake

Even though you’d been dating for some quite some time, you both managed to keep surprising one another and falling in love all over again, even if it was over silly things like tcg cards

Lynette sighs as she notices the lovestruck look in her brother’s eyes, “He’s doomed.”

Wriothesley:

He’s weirdly calm about the whole thing. Not like he’d be over dramatic or anything, but I don’t think he’d be as teasing or shocked by it like the others or like some may assume

Wriothesley thinks it’s really cool when he finds it in your collection one day after you left your card case in his office by accident, a few cards slid out with his face popping out on one tucked away in the middle

He’ll examine it before a gentle smile pulls at his lips at the thought of you using it to play against others

He’s almost proud, in a way

When you walk into his office a ten minutes later, realizing you had left your cards and a few other of your things on his desk, you stumble upon him looking at it

“Oh, uh you weren’t supposed to see that yet,” you say awkwardly as you pause in your step and fiddle with your hands, embarrassed he had found it. It was a somewhat new card and you actually wanted to show it to him later

But Wriothesley doesn’t care. Hell, if he had known there was a card out there with him on it, he would’ve bought it for you a long time ago

He’ll just kiss you. A nice, sweet, and to the point kiss as he slides the card back in your hand before pulling away and staring down at you, “You’re cute.”

[cheese-ception]

Yǒng Shēng

永生 [ yǒng shēng ] means eternal life

warnings: none word count: 328

Ever since the two of you met, Xiao's life has been both better and terribly worse for it. Your presence brings him joy he previously couldn't even imagine. But when left alone with his thoughts for too long, they take him places darker than anything the eons of karmic suffering have ever made him experience. Nagging, pervasive musings wreck his soul as his mind conjures visions of what he's convinced will one day be your inevitable departure from the mortal plane. With you gone, all that he would be left with are emptiness, pain and sorrow - companions perhaps a touch too familiar to his troubled disposition. Xiao tries to dismiss these thoughts, unwilling to burden you with any of it. Until one day, he cannot bear the crushing weight these feelings place upon him and he finally reveals his anxiety over the brevity of your existence and how the mere idea of your absence terrifies him to the very core. It's only when he's done confessing his fears, that he dares to raise his head, sharp eyes studying your face, discovering a comforting smile gracing your lips. Unsure what to think of your reaction, he simply waits for you to speak, the white of his knuckles the sole detail betraying the illusion of composure he's been trying to upkeep, despite all he just shared with you. Your hand reaches forward, taking a hold of his. You draw it towards your ribcage, allowing him to feel the steady beat within it as you divulge that you and him share more than anyone else is presently aware of - a fate not threatened by mortality. A life you can and wish to spend by his side. He gazes at you, speechless, eventually mimicking your gesture in kind. But as you trace his pulse with reverent fingertips, he needs not verbalize that his heart beats for you, just as much as yours does for him. And that it always will.

________ Masterlist