#Genshin x you

[zoropookie]

SWEET MELODY

☆ epilogue || there are weirder ways to learn about each other (🎂)

Admittedly, reading that text, you fumbled your phone remembering the short time limit.

Your pulse quickened as soon as you did, though. And instead of acknowledging the prevalent gong that struck in your chest, you knew by just a glance of the clock and the blaring concession that you were still in your pajamas after getting home that you were pretty much screwed.

The message glared at you bluntly. You scrambled to your feet with the finesse and charm of a terrified deer. Clothes, socks, shoes, for some reason while you were searching for everything you were wearing, they didn't fit as snugly as before. You were also putting them on entirely wrong, in theory too, but you weren't thinking about that too much at the moment. Everything you did need was scattered in complete disarray, and your brain continued to move too fast to remember where you even left anything in the first place.

You hissed in mild defeat, dropping to your knees to snatch just the plain sweater you were wearing and hiding your pajama shirt that said 'Certified Almond Lover' on the front.

A strangled laugh escaped you, half-amusement, half-panic that this was happening again. You were getting deja vu despite not having lived through this for the absolute longest time, and for some reason, it flooded your soul with an intoxicating, more interesting rush of life. A torrent of the evocations you had yet to revisit now that you brought the memorabilia to the front of the house and cleaned up everything else.

By the time you burst outside, his car was already in the driveway, where he stood there, scrolling through his phone in the frosting air. Even standing in place, he seemed so unbothered, the biting winter failing to even faze him. A dark scarf loose around his neck as his strands of hair brushed over his cheeks in the light gales. The sheer image of him was making the mess of your chest come to a complete stop.

Your breath was puffing out the chills of the atmosphere by the time you bolted down the front steps, the sight of your ex-boyfriend giving you a different type of chills. His head slowly moved up towards you once aware of a peep, clutching the phone in his hand for a minute, sucking in his cheek.

"Cutting it close, huh?" He asked, his timbre questionably calm and his expression unreadable but for the glistering mirth in his expression, eyes sizing you up for the first time in a while, taking in your, to some degree, untidy appearance. "Did you forget?"

You started toying with the bottom half of your sweater, intentionally oversized as you avoided locking gazes with him. "I...may have lost track of time."

"Mmhm," he replied, clearly unconvinced. He noncommittally slipped his phone in his pocket and took a slow inhale and exhale. "After giving you an hour and a half, I would have thought you'd at least have the thought not to show yourself out in Satoru Gojo pajama pants. In the snow."

Your hands spontaneously flew down to your sweater as you attempted to pull the sweater over your sleepwear, you yanked it further with a small heat crawling up your neck and to your ears. "I...I wasn't planning on you showing up until you were ready. Who knew that you would be ready...right now? I got distracted!"

"Yeah? By what?" He asked, and while his tone wasn't accusatory, it was in the same energy, curious. Unfastened and disconnected in the way that made you feel twelve times more ridiculous.

"Cleaning..?" You sputtered impulsively, looking away.

"Cleaning." He echoed flatly.

Your lips opened and closed like you were trying to find a better excuse, but the actual truth was lingering on the tip of your tongue and fizzling out constantly, not even deniable to how you actually felt. Tidying up wasn't an excuse, rather than a genuine way to cope with you not really feeling like you knew how to distract yourself from the growing bow in your chest. "Too far-fetched?" You asked, a small laugh in the place of inopportune.

He was in a intricate contradiction, whittled, but aerially tender. The turn of his jaw was defined, in a soft capture of your molten irises, it was kind of holding him captive. Staring at you with a vehemence that was on the verge of insufferable. Endless expanse of his contemplations and the feeling billowing beneath the surface. It wasn't loud, or crystal clear; no, it was the kind of typhoon you felt seeing him again at Ei's house for the first time.

Drawing you in again, his lashes were dark and fine, firming his optics with a featheriness belying their polish. Like glass, impossible to ignore after a cut, his lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but it was with hesitant composure. "I'm leaving."

Your shoulders dropped at him, disappointed that this was the news he decided to bring along to your house, but you didn't falter this time. Your heart skipped a beat, not having much of a useful answer right away. At least, not one you wanted to say aloud. "So I've heard," you sighed, breaking eye contact again. "You didn't have to visit. I know you're busy."

His hands disappeared in his coat pockets once he started discerning the frigidness. His breath was visible between you two as he scoffed. "We're past being selfless.” He muttered, but there was no real heat in his voice. If anything, he sounded tired.

“Well, calling sounds a lot better when you’re under pressure, and a tour sounds like a hard swallow.” You swallowed hard and thick, voice quieter now. “I don’t want you to do any catering, you know what you need to do, and so do I.”

"I wanted to see you.” He snarked half-heartedly.

Your stomach twisted, it was the simplicity of his words that got you, and you forced another shaky laugh to ebb the rest of your tenseness. “Okay…” You said, a lot more disjointed than intended.

He leaned in slowly, the change in his stance creating flimsiness within the distance. He carefully dismantled it, his existence alone was pressing into you, pulling you into an ellipse without ever laying a finger on you. His face hovered closer, head tipping slightly to memorize you, study your new movements and practices now that you were…unfamiliar.

“Okay?” His voice was low, pulling you much like the sinewy drifts you felt in your stomach. Faint scent of his light trace, testing the heft of his words with a lace.

While your gaze darts away involuntarily consistent, Kuni didn’t let you escape so easily. He moved nearer to you, chin aslant downwards, chasing your expression with little purpose other than to get some sort of rise out of you.

As a small and teasing smile graced his lips, the sound of your own pulse was beating in his ears as you slowly lifted your eyes back to his. It was near impossible to ignore him like this— the same person who you were entirely head over heels for. And in a sense, you felt like you still were.

“There you are.” He said, more elated while his voice remained silent as the neighborhood they lived in. The corner of his lips twitched…from amusement? Frustration? You couldn’t tell. Even if he hadn’t touched you, it felt a lot like he had his hand on your back, comforting it leisurely. It sent mold shivers down your spine, and a leering heat stroke from how bad you were feeling it.

You bit your lip, “The tour,” you tried to make out, but you were jittery the second you attempted to control yourself. “It’s really tonight?”

He nodded. “Midnight bus.”

You hesitated, your heart dropping to the bottom of your stomach in seconds. It rendered strange to you, even with the current circumstances leading them here. That Kuni would be like this again. “How long?”

Kuni mulled on it, “Three months,” he mulled, tone even. “It depends on how well it goes.”

There was no problem waiting an entire three months to do something, you were usually used to that prospect anyway considering you owned a business at one point, but there was something extremely agitating about this trial of patience in particular.

You couldn’t control it, nor put it to an immediate stop. You were forced to bear the burden of realizing you couldn’t hold back change no matter what you did. Even if it was fluid enough to come back. “You’ll come back, right?” You glanced down at your hands, fidgeting with the sleeves on your sweater.

Almost as if scrutinizing you in silence, he gave way to something gentler in comparison to his usual approach. You didn’t necessarily feel like you were standing on the edge of prejudice these days with him, “I always do.”

Nearing silence was not spoken for, but it wasn’t awkward nor painful to sit in with him this time around. It said words that neither of you could even fathom about yourselves, about the times that have passed. Your chest tightened in expectation still, and you stiffened. “Did you come by just to say that you’d miss me?” Your eyes lit up.

He leaned back ever so slightly, his breath was seeable in comparison to how he was again. He tilted his head just enough for his hair to shift against the angles of his face. His exterior a crack in marble, only showing its light in the right position. “Did you get the message, or did you want to wring it out of me?”

The fervor in your face increased, and you were left to simply say something incoherent under your breath. “I’ll miss you too.”

He caught the sound, but instead of poking at your father, the moment settled. His snarky visibility settling to something soundless, off the record. He wandered over your mannerisms again, your bitten lip, subtle line of tension on your brow, your lips together like they were trying hard to hold something back.

Even if it was just to live vicariously here for one last moment before he was suffering at consistent demands, he considered it worth the time and effort these days. A bigger change than he realized, and all you could do in comeback was twist the fabric of your sweater in bunches under your fingers while attempting to even your breathing.

There was no more shortness of the distance, because it was hardly there anymore. The gap had simmered away, leaving your breath to hitch again after regaining it, stopping mere inches from you. He looked at you again, with that same unafraid look. The look he carried with him while he was telling you off, and the look he’s keep with him now that he was leaving you for a while. His expression reverent, and like a precious gem.

His hands lifted slowly from his sides as the faint hesitation in his motion caught him by surprise. Your cold cheeks were replaced by the somewhat warmth of his touch, his thumb brushed slightly beneath your cheekbone, the metal ring grazing softly on your skin. You leaned into his touch like clockwork, featherlight and stopping every now and then, you were too nervous to look into his eyes even if something was entrancing about it.

He was sure again, with a more dainty unsureness nestled in him. “Is this okay?” He asked, but quiet enough that only you could hear.

You swallowed all the words you were going to say, what you were supposed to now that he wouldn’t be here long. “Yes,” Your voice tremors.

His lips twitched in the smallest guise of a smile. His hands now a ghost of a presence and you were forced to feel the shivers on your spine move up, creating goosebumps like no other. He leaned into slowly, taking your lips in his again. This time, the earth was holding its breath in anticipation, just as you were.

Kuni’s lips were soft, even when there was a determinedness to the way he kissed you. Like he had something else to prove to you that wasn’t just his proudness speaking in his ear. It mattered to him, anyway, it was why his hands never left, it’s why his kisses started to deepen with every retract. A press of his presence, grounding you, setting in your racing heart like the sweetest melody.

Not hurried, nor urgent, just consuming you all the same.

Lips brushing on you, your head in a flurry that was similar to the whisper of winter’s first snowfall. He was merciful, forbearing, fleeting with every second that you took for granted. Time was stretching impossibly long between the two of you, and you were almost at peace to say that this was something you wished you felt again. The adorations of his feathering pecks, he wasn’t afraid to kiss you, but he was yearning.

Love to you was a lot like feeling yearned for. That’s all you ever knew, and it was a feeling you wished many had the pleasure of growing fond of. The feeling making you want to jump into the air in a burst of energy, the lingering patience of your ex-lover remaining in your palm, and you savored it.

When he finally pulled back, a part of Kunikuzushi Raiden didn’t want to let the harrowing future take hold. Drawing back meant he had to leave right now, lips hovering close in a contemplating to keep going, ignoring a schedule. He stood there, memorizing that feeling.

You let him, and instead of embarrassing him once he removed himself from you, watching his eyes flick back open to see your beaming expression, you quietly rubbed at your arm. “I didn’t like that one either.” You broke the silence with a small and unserious utterance, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, it kind of sucked.”

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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[himasgod]

Kinich x sh Reader

Where he sees the scars on your wrists

Where you two were relaxing by a campfire, and he sees your scars on your wrists and forearms again, as your sleeves accidentally rode up. Even though he knew everything you went through a long time ago, he never dared to talk about your sh scars and just stared at them. Until today, you faced him, and he dared to talk about them.

(A bit lazy writing maybe? I’m already writing a sh request with Scaramouche, Kinich, Lyney and Heizou that I’ll publish soon, where each one is going to be much longer and more complicated, but I wanted to write this, so it came up a bit short and lazy hehe. Anyways, the same warning I put in these kind of one shots. You are not alone, if you need help or want to talk about something, write me without fear. If you feel identified, the first thing is to be okay in the present. If it was a thing of the past, don’t worry, the scars will heal <3)

The flickering light of the campfire cast long shadows in the dense Natlan.

Kinich sat across from you, sharpening his claymore. Ajaw was so tired that he simply rested on the ground at Kinich’s feet, oblivious to everything. The rhythmic sound of stone against metal was almost comforting, a constant contrast to the chaos of sounds in your head. His golden and green eyes would lift up from time to time, catching your gaze fixed on your hands.

You sat cross-legged, your arms pressed against your chest as if trying to protect yourself from the weight of the world.

The sleeves of your robe had slipped slightly, revealing the scars that marked your wrists and forearms.

It wasn’t the first time he had noticed them.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, tugging at your sleeves hastily.

“How so?” His voice was calm, but there was a tension in it, a control.

“As if you pity me.”

He set the claymore aside and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t pity you.”

You snorted, your voice thick with self-loathing.

“So what is it? Curiosity? Disgust?”

The air grew heavier, laden with unspoken words. Kinich didn’t flinch at your accusations. Instead, he tilted his head, his sharp features softening.

“Neither. I’m trying to understand how you survived something like that.”

The honesty in his words made a lump form in your throat.

“You don’t understand,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “It wasn’t about surviving. Back then… I didn’t want to... I didn't”

Kinich’s expression darkened, not with anger, but with a deep sadness that mirrored yours. He stepped closer, his calloused hands seeking yours. You tensed, but didn’t pull away as his fingers carefully pushed your sleeves up, exposing the scars you’d tried so hard to hide.

“This,” he said quietly, his tone firm despite the storm in his eyes, “is not signs of weakness. It’s proof that you fought battles most can’t even imagine. You’re here now. You won.”

Tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes.

"I didn’t win. I just… survived.”

“That’s enough,” he replied firmly. “You’re still here and that matters. To me, it matters.”

His grip on your hands tightened, anchoring you.

“You’re stronger than you think, and if anyone ever makes you feel like you’re not…” He paused, and a flash of the firelight illuminated the curve of his lopsided smile. “I’ll make sure they’re sorry.”

A small laugh escaped your lips, but you were still crying a little.

“You’re too much, Kinich.”

“And you’re not enough for yourself,” he replied without hesitation.

“So let me be here for you until you see how I see you.”

His words settled deep within your chest,

spreading warmth where there had only been cold before.

[taintedtort]

I am on my knees my friend just directed me to your works and I adoreeee aaaaaaa would you maybe have nsfw hcs rattling in that beautiful mind of yours of heizou? if you've already posted something like this oopsie

" DIRTY BOY! "

summary. heizou hcs

character. heizou..

warnings. gn!reader, NSFW/SMUT!!!

a/n. the fact that someone recommended me to you is insane to me omggg i hope you like this!! i’m not SUPER into heizou, so i don’t know much of his character, i hope this isn’t too ooc <3

☆ i’m getting switch vibes… i think it depends what type of person his partner is. if you wanna be on top, go ahead! i do think he’d still be pretty teasing though, which may lead to you punishing him.

☆ ^^ as a top though, he’s assertive and loves taunting you.

☆ makes you ride him so he can make fun of how slow you’re going. slaps your ass to get you moving, but you just whine about how you can’t and your legs hurt too much :( don’t worry though, he’s flipping you over soon after and drilling his cock into you.

☆ could give you head for hours, if you let him. sure, his jaw starts aching after a while, but he hardly notices, he’s too drunk off you.

☆ likes sucking your nipples too, but you have to push him away after a few minutes cus he goes too rough and they start to hurt.

☆ i think he cums pretty fast, especially if you’re using your mouth. he can last surprisingly long while fucking you, but he’s a goner when it comes to you sucking him off.

☆ his cock is leaky, always leaving a wet patch on his boxers when he’s too riled up. started wearing black ones so you can’t see the stain and stop teasing him about it.

☆ mixture of praising and degrading, just depends how you’re acting that day. ;)

☆ he gets very trembly after cumming, and almost always intentionally collapses on top of you just to hear you complain about how heavy and sweaty he is.

☆ he tries to make sure you finish first, but he just gets too excited sometimes!! he’s picturing your little hole all stuffed with his cum, he can’t help but lose control. :(

☆ loves seeing your expressions, so his preferred positions are missionary, or having you on top. don’t get me wrong, he loves your ass too, but it doesn’t beat the cute faces you make when you’re crying out his name and begging for more, heizou! faster!

[explicitred]

Cuddles, sweetheart.

Neuvillette x Reader Christmas Advent Calendar, Day 1!

Neuvillette was currently curled up against you under the sheets, hugging your torso. Today was a particularly cold day. All he needed- no, wanted, was just to cuddle you.

"Please, darling... Just stay... Don't move around so much." He mumbled, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck. My, he was being clingy today, wasn't he?

You tiredly smile, a bit amused. "Sweetheart, I know it's cold today, but you're a bit too warm for me. I just need to-"

Neuvillette pouts, slightly glaring at you. "Mm... But it's so cold... I don't want to lose your warmth."

"Oh? Do I sense a bit of brattiness, darling?" "Ah-! No, of course not, love."

He practically purrs as you begin running your fingers through his silky locks, pressing his body further against you.

He loves you so much. Please don't ever leave him <3

[jingyuans-precious]

the dim light of the room barely illuminates your pretty face, but it was enough to drive your lover insane anyways. his arms rested on either side of you, caging you to your shared couch. your lover’s stare was intense, yet filled with warmth. his gorgeous eyes were focused on your lips, absolutely mesmerizing, it bewitched him. so sweet and juicy, all for him.

“you’re such a tease, my beloved” your lover teases as he inches even closer, the distance between you two becoming even less. he brought his thumb up gently to swipe at your bottom lip, already wanting a taste of them, oh how he had longed for them all day long.

“i didn’t even do anything, my love” you protest playfully, knowing your lover would go crazy even if you truly didn’t do anything to tease him.

“oh, but you did, my beloved” he says with a faint smirk, mirroring your playful energy. he inches even closer, his hot breath hitting your face. your lover’s eyes dart up to gaze into your beautiful eyes, his teasing glint apparent.

“stop looking at me like that” you huff as you gently poke his cheek to distract him, but your lover caught your hand and kissed the finger you used to poke him with, maintaining eye contact as his sweet lips made contact with your skin.

“like what hm? say it, my beloved” your lover teased with his stupidly handsome smile, slowly releasing your hand in favor of caressing your cheek slowly while inching even closer, the tips of your noses touching.

“like you’re gonna ravage me” you joke, not moving an inch to see what he would do next, would he give in and kiss you?

your lover lets out a rich chuckle and decided to tease you further. “that’s not a bad idea, my beloved. i might just do that. are you giving me permission to?”

“you’re so ridiculous” your cheeks were burning at this point, one might say they might catch fire soon with how hot they were getting.

“you didn’t say no, my love. so i’ll ask you again, do i have your permission to?” your lover whispers huskily, staring into your eyes deeply, as if he was dissecting you, already knowing your heart was racing like crazy.

“…yes” you said, finally giving in to your lover. he didn’t have to be told twice, as soon as he heard your answer he leaned in to capture your sweet lips. finally, what he had been yearning for all day.

— JING YUAN, SYLUS, AYATO, CHILDE, WRIOTHESLEY, Alhaitham, Aventurine, Kaeya, Diluc, Neuvillette, Xavier, Marius von Hagen, Zhongli, Blade (because i’m delusional) + your faves ♡

A/N: I CAN ESPECIALLY SEE JING YUAN AND SYLUS DOING THIS, Y’ALL WITH ME JING YUAN AND SYLUS NATION ⁉️⁉️⁉️ i’d pay for them to 🫣

Hope you guys enjoyed this! my first time writing a slightly longer piece than usual, let me know! If you see this, you rock :] Wish you a lovely day!

[azewritessillystuff]

It’s in my mind

Wanderer who considerer you the only thing to never betray him.

Wanderer who loved you with all his heart yet knew he was merely a boss to you.

Wanderer who never tried to be something more in the fear of hurting you.

Wanderer who did everything he could from a distance to keep you safe.

Wanderer who could only laugh when he saw your remains in ash.

Ash. Reduced to lowly ash…

Wanderer who didn’t allow himself any tears. Clenching his fists so tight it bled, he walked away.

Wanderer who never got over you.

Wanderer who still kept your portrait in his room.

Wanderer who took all items from your room before it was cleared.

Wanderer who hugged a small doll he had made in your likeness everynight.

Wanderer who eventually made his way to sumeru.

Wanderer, who in his quest to be a god, secretly hoped that perhaps his newfound power could bring you back

Wanderer who knew that hope was futile but couldn’t accept you were gone forever.

Wanderer who, when he erased himself from Irminsul, last thought was you.

Wanderer who, without his memories, saw you again.

Wanderer who just could feel the tugging sensation in his heart. He knew there was…something about you.

Wanderer who was tapped in the back by the stall owner, snapping out of the daze.

Wanderer who’s first priority, once regaining his memories, was to find you.

Wanderer who could only sigh when he found you in the academia-as his research partner.

Wanderer who found every excuse to work on homework, research or even essays from different subjects in your room.

Wanderer who tried his very best to act kind when he was with you.

Wanderer who loved when you laughed.

Wanderer who didn’t mind when you giggled, seeing his tight smile when he tried to seem welcoming when you introduced him to your friends.

Wanderer who never forced anything with you, taking it slow. He swore to himself he’d use his next century’s worth of patience.

Wanderer who’d treat you to meals outside of the academia.

Wanderer who never expected Nahida to come across you two in one of these excursions.

Wanderer who’s face started to turn cherry red when Nahida pointed between the two of you and covered her mouth in shock.

Wanderer, who once he was alone again with Nahida, was bombarded with questions.

Wanderer who would stutter over every reply, especially one to ‘Is she your girlfriend!?’

Wanderer who whined that Nahida was teasing him, drawing out a giggle.

Nahida who became you two’s greatest wingman, always making you two had every chance to be together.

Wanderer who was obviously suspicious-every partnership or group activity ended up with you two.

Wanderer who slowly realized that his classmates were ‘shipping’ you too.

Wanderer who noticed Sethos seemed down ever since you two were unofficially dating.

Wanderer who, despite everything, wouldn’t have it any other way.

[majeoeje]

Nightly Routine

Arlecchino x reader

You were my worst pain in the world

Synopsis: For as long as you could remember you only had one purpose. And that is to fulfill your bloodlust. So you never thought to crave salvation, let alone in connection. Especially from the 4th fatui harbinger who was far from compassionate. Yet from the way she pours you her attention, how could you not be left wanting for more?

“Have you ever loved?”. You asked, the feeling the soft motion of her brush running through your hair stopped as you felt her stern gaze placed upon you. Though you continue to keep your arms locked around your knees, patiently waiting for her answer. Anticipating something fulfilling to past the time.

You hunged your gaze to the small window in front of you, the moon light that invited itself in had always been enchanting to you. Like a forbidden call of freedom from the outside. You bask yourself in the light as if you were tasting freedom in itself. But her touch was just as strong as the call of night. It almost felt like a tethering constraint that tugs on your heatstrings. Is this what they call attachment?

“Why is it that you ask?”. Her voice was calm like the night, one that always soothe your ache in loneliness.

Her brushstrokes continued to glide across your tangled hair. Battlefield had always left many knots up your hair, but no matter how unimportant it may seem, The Knave always made sure every single one of it were undone every night.

“I had to kill again today”. You said, it lacked remorse and empathy . You were already too far gone to possess any of that fleeting emotions. “2 people, lovers i believe”.

Arlecchino listened intently, but it was rather an irregular topic of yours. Because you never even gave a second thought to the people that you killed.

“I just didn’t know death could look so… Peaceful with the one you loved in your arms” you contemplated. Arlecchino was done with your hair, she heard a small thank you coming out of your mouth. Though she didn’t speak, noticing you were sorting out your thoughts.

“Have you ever felt such love?” You asked, awe unmistakably laced through your voice.

A chilling pause overcame the air for a moment. Though you weren’t that emotionally adapt to notice it. Funny how she could easily slice your neck with her scythe at every given second, though every given time e she always chooses not to.

“Once”. She stated. She had loved someone, as much as she was capable of loving anyone. Which was never enough.

“Really?!” You quickly turned to face her, she would never admit it but your childlike wonder had always allured her to you. It felt like a thin thread was pulling her towards you every time she saw that glow of wonder in your eyes. It was nostalgic, almost reminiscent of someone.

Arlecchino could feel the bed shift as you got closer to her, in a proximity that would let anyone to believe that you didn’t know the meaning of personal space.

“How did it feel like? Did it hurt?” She knew everything was foreign to you despite you being older than her. It made her realize just how sheltered you had been

In this proximity, she noticed the way the light that peaked through your window illuminated you. In her eyes, you shine in a different way, it was as if she could see through you. So fragile and delicate. She also noticed the many detailed precised scars that couldn’t had came from battle. One on your forehead more prominent than the rest. In a way and the other, she was seeing you in a different light.

“It was the worst pain in the world” she said. Dead serious.

Seeing you gasp as your face contort in horror light a small fire in her. To her defense it is not everyday anyone gets to see this coldblooded war machine being afraid of such exaggerations. Amusement may be an overstatement. But clearly there was something about you that always manages to make her come back knocking on your door.

“It was merely a jest”. she says, as she plastered a smile she would put on to please diplomats. She pulled aside the strands of hair that were out of place to the back of your ear “i apologize for making you afraid”.

“I see… so that was fear”. You simply deducted. You wondered if your expression had mirrored those who you killed. “It was rather unpleasant”.

You noted the way the knave softly spoken to you in that initial moment, you’ll make sure to utilize this new knowledge.

“It is unpleasant, yes.” Said The Knave who had never felt true fear.

“Do you think it could be possible for me to love, Knave?” You continued your line of questions.

Despite being an open book, the knave could never figure out the nature of your mind. In truth she doesn’t know. That’s what makes your company so enthralling.

“Hmm, i don’t see why such thing would be impossible”. She carressed your face, her sharp nails slightly scratching at your skin. You can’t help but melt into her tender touch.

Her confirmation alone brought a sense of relief in you. You didn’t know why before both of her hands started to move to hold you. Her hands were cold. So cold that one wouldn’t think she was alive. Yet her cold hands could set your skin on fire everywhere it touches you. The black skin on her hand resembled that of the finest silk gloves in teyvat, her long dark red nails serving her more elegance. Her touch by itself had left a permanent imprint on your mind you didn’t think you could live without it.

“I think i love you” you declared it so casually like it was just another mundane thing. It mirrored the way you would mindlessly talk about your everyday activities.

It was rather strange. In all her life she had never heard those words being spoken to her. So is it really wrong for her to not take this lightly?

It took her a second to process your words. But before she could speak the door to your chamber slammed open with a loud thud.

Arlecchino internally rolled her eyes when she realized who was at the door.

“Isn’t it a bit late for your time of visit, Knave?” Despite his brash movements, The doctor spoke with a calm manner. He was right, it was past midnight. She felt like she got caught, in a way.

Could it be that she was so focused on you that she forgot to counter in the time? And was she really that immersed in your company that she didn’t sense The Doctor’s steps as he was coming?

“It seems that time passed me by rather quickly” She said as she poised herself to be more presentable, letting go of you. You understood it wasn’t a good time to be upset with your creator here.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking them away. We have important matters to attend to.”

Dottore extended his arm, calling you to aid him by his side. It was probably going to be another unsightly experiment to your body. You mourned the fact that you had to bid your departure with The Knave in such way. Though you were happy about this fruitful meeting. The thought about this day would bring a small haven of relief in your mind as The Doctor finds new ways to toy with your already rotting flesh and bones.

Though what objections can you give to your own creator?

“This late at night, doctor?” Arlecchino protest. You were about to stand up before you felt her stop you in your action.

“This simply cannot wait. You see..” as Dottore continues to explain the extent of his research, your mind wonders elsewhere. It had became a habit of yours to disassociate with his ramblings, truly you didn’t care for his cause. Because no matter how unimportant or important it was, there was one thing for sure. It would be painful.

Though when your mind had wandered away it was easily brought back with a single snap of her voice.

“I won’t let you”.

Arlecchino had always carried herself with an apathetic demeanor. Some would say she was cold and heartless, but you could only see every part of her as graceful. She was the most beautiful thing you had layed your eyes on. Though you never thought she would have yet another side to her. One more ragged and impulsive. Yet you couldn’t help but think it was just as mezmerizing.

“Your overstepping here, Knave”.

As Dottore went closer, you could feel Arlecchino’s protective embrace around you.

“I don’t care. They’re done having to deal with your unsightly experiments.”

You never thought the X in her eyes could shine in this glow, as her black irises stared Dottore down in such an ominous way. You couldn’t stop yourself from examining the way her blackened hand that was so used to caressing you clenched in a way you hadn’t seen before. It made you wonder if anger had ever looked so beautiful on someone.

“What fascinating reaction.. did you forget one small detail that you had no authority here?” He simply stated. His sharp teeths peeking through his menacing smile.

“I don’t. But i won’t hesitate to make the House of Hearth your enemy if you dare lay a finger on them.”

Dottore was taken aback with this. It had just occurred to him that she was dead serious.

“You wanna try me?” She states. Bold and unafraid.

The room fell to a silence as you awaited for The Doctor’s answer. It felt like the longest 5 seconds of your life.

“Haha! Now we wouldn’t want that would we?”he laughs. More amused than offended, knowing damn well what was going on.

“I could only wonder why you were being so persistant! But i shall leave you to it then”

As Dottore waltz away you could hear his laughter echoing through the hallway.

“Do not hesitate to tell me if he ever does anything to make you suffer” she states as she walked away.

Some parts of herself were ashamed to her children that she put everything down the line to protect you. It was uncalled for and brash. It was rather out or character for her to do such uncalculated things.

But before she could walk past your door you stopped her.

She turned to face you, surprised that you caught her off guard.

“Thank you” you said.

It was foreign to you. You and her both knew that it was your first time saying such words. Because up until now, you had no reason to say it.

“Anytime” she said.

Were you imagining things? Or maybe The Doctor had sliced the wrong nerve on your brain during your last experiment. Because what you were seeing must not be real.

You could see a faint upturn curve on her lips. And after a second, it was gone.

No, that can’t be it. You shrugged it off, going back to sleep.

(A/N:yo my head was reeling when i write this but im working on a req rn i think it’s so sweet i can’t sleep until i get to the base of it😟)

[it-happened-one-fic]

Bridal Visions: Photoshoot #4 - Sumeru Bridal - Worse Things

Summary: You really shouldn’t have been surprised that Alhaitham looked quite so good in a suit, even if it was more lightly colored than his usual outfits. But then, you’d been a little bit too distracted by the vaguely flustering notion of posing in wedding clothes with him. But then, there certainly were worse things. And there were definitely worse partners.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ series/ sfw/ fluff/ Chiori is shipping/

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Word Count: 1251

I had to admit, it was odd seeing Alhaitham in a traditional wedding suit. And the fact that it was beige, paired with a dark green, rather than his usual black, made it even odder.

But even with those oddities, I couldn’t deny that he looked amazing. Perhaps even frustratingly so, considering he usually did look annoyingly good.

He’d been a clever choice for modeling wedding attire, and though I didn’t know her, I could tell that the designer, Chiori, was thrilled with his presence.

Traveler had picked well, and I had no doubts that they’d received the full reward for their commission of finding people to model these clothes simply because of Alhaitham. Though personally I still felt like Layla, Nilou, or Candace would have been far better choices than me.

So would Dehya, but she’d shot down that idea so quickly that there was no way she would’ve done this. Even if she did love clothes and would’ve doubtless enjoyed every second of this. 

But she had already made plans with Dunyarzad anyway…

So here I was in the deep green lehenga skirt and matching top that had been designed for the Sumeru section of this bridal line rather than any of the other women whom I felt would’ve been better choices.

And one thing about it, I could tell that no expense had been spared in the design of my outfit. 

At the very least, I was fairly certain that all of the jewelry I had on, from the necklace and earrings to the headpiece, was all pure gold.

I fidgeted with my sheer veil, doing my best to ignore the sheer drama of my outfit as I walked over to the steps where Alhaitham sat. Somehow wholly unbothered despite the fact that we were modeling incredibly nice bridal clothes as a couple.

And even with how gorgeous his outfit was, it was obvious that I was the centerpiece of the photo with how brilliantly colored my clothes were. As if the gold trim hadn’t been enough.

Which was perfectly ridiculous considering most anyone would be looking at his face rather than any part of my outfit.

“Alright, I want you to sit here on the step between his feet. When I give the signal, you two look at each other,” Chiori instructed as she gestured to the steps as Alhaitham looked up. Utterly relaxed as we made eye contact.

I sat carefully, following Chiori’s instructions to fan out the massive, and frankly speaking, gorgeous skirt before I was finally settled enough to glance back at Alhaitham as he finished adjusting the skirt so it rested on the steps to the left of him.

“You don’t usually wear clothes that are lightly colored, but they look really good on you,” I smiled as I spoke. Willing myself to relax and not think too much about any of this.

I was just here to model some wedding clothes with Alhaitham. Nothing more, and nothing less.

He met my gaze directly, his eyebrows lifting, and I felt my smile spread at his expression before I continued. Knowing perfectly well why he didn’t wear these sorts of clothes, “Though I will admit they are rather eye-catching.”

A smile almost flickered onto his face as a flash of amusement went through his eyes and his lips twitched, “I doubt anyone will be looking at me.”

His words matched my own thoughts regarding how utterly fancy my outfit was, but his phrasing was almost enough to make me flustered.

But I reined it in and shook my head, reaching out and patting his knee that was beside me affectionately, “Don’t sell yourself short.”

“And, freeze!” Both of us went still in the sudden directions, with me smiling teasingly up at him as he simply held eye contact.

I felt myself relax as soon as the flash from the camera had dimmed, and I could already hear both Chiori and the photographer talking, “It’s not bad, but…. I think it would be better to get the skirt in motion, don’t you?”

I glanced over to see Chiori staring at both of us pointedly, and I felt my eyebrows lift slightly before I glanced back over at Alhaitham, who’d already stood and was looking down at me.

He held out his hand, and I smiled half-awkwardly, quietly accepting it and standing alongside him as Chiori spoke, “Could you two move over here. I want you to hold her hand as she twirls….”

He nodded, still holding my hand as I gathered up my skirts in one hand as best I could before nodding over at him.

I followed his lead over to the side before letting go of my skirts and glancing over at Chiori, who’d already moved out of the line of the camera.

She nodded, and I spun as Alhaitham held up my hand. And at the last second I looked towards him. Smiling at the sensation of my skirts flaring around me as my eyes met his. 

A smile flickered across his face, either at my giddiness or the raw amount of fabric swirling around me as the golden embroidery and jewelry I wore twinkled in the sunlight.

I slowly spun to a stop as I heard the tell-tale click of the camera’s shutter, and I looked towards where Chiori stood with the photographer. My hand staying locked in Alhaitham’s, where they hung between us as we waited to see what she might say.

And after a moment she nodded and looked up at the two of us, “Looks good. I’ll send your payment through the Adventurer’s Guild.”

I felt myself smile, nodding as I exhaled in relief and started to turn to go before pausing. I frowned at my skirts as I bent slightly to once again gather the layers of green and gold.

Alhaitham watched me, tilting his head slightly, “Do you want me to walk you back to your changing area?”

I paused, blinking up at him in slight surprise before smiling and nodding. Feeling oddly touched by his offer even as I nodded, “Sure.”

“Hmm, while the two of you do that, we might get one more shot of you two walking away,” The photographer spoke up, and we both turned to look her way before I nodded.

“Feel free,” Alhaitham’s answer was nonchalant, and I felt myself smile. Snickering slightly at both his words and tone as he reached out and took my hand once more before we took off.

Walking away and largely ignoring both the camera and the photographer snapping pictures from behind us as I glanced at him, “So do you think you’ll want to go with beige and green when you get married?”

I grinned at him, teasing him slightly as he glanced my way before looking back forward with a single quirked eyebrow, “Who knows. Maybe we’ll get these clothes for free since we modeled them and they were made to our measurements.”

I blinked before feeling myself frown slightly at his words, hesitating slightly before I spoke, not fully voicing the implications of what that would mean, “That would mean we’d have matching bridal attire, though… Nice, matching bridal attire.”

He lifted one shoulder, perfectly unbothered in a way I honestly felt only he could be, “There could be worse things.”

I paused before feeling myself smile as he glanced my way, and I nodded as I felt a smile work its way back onto my face, “There certainly could be.”

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A/N : 2 posts in a day is crazy??? the first art has nothing to do w/ the series but i thought i should add it here anyways since it shows his cat who’ll be mentioned in the series somewhere!!! taking name requests bc i have no idea what to name her…. ( girl cat dad heizou REAL!!!!!! )

[psychebutterflysol]

"𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

a/u: i like doomed relationships. this is just a prologue. next chapter would be real teehee. can you guess where the reader would be reborn?

warning: death, implied unhealthy relationship.

Your life was normal, halting from a wealthy family and ended up with a well-paid job.

The little diamond ring around your finger spoke volumes of the engagement with your beloved fiancee.

There was something that felt missing in your life though.

It was mundane, waking up to an excessively needy lover, who you didn't know if your feelings remained like the first time, plus enduring some bad rumors because you were privileged.

The butterflies previously resided in your stomach morphed into skull moths, and you weren't sure if you could contain them anymore.

Lingering touches and gazes started to seem overbearing, too suffocating, like vines wrapped around your form.

It was another exhausting anniversary of your five-year relationship, and while you were heading back home, texting with your betrothed, you were stabbed from behind.

The sky had already been coated in darkness, the streets had been emptied throughout, all were a perfect formula for a murder.

Being rich was a bitch was your dazed thought, as blood gushed out, red tainted the outfit you loved.

Blots danced in your vision, and when you messaged back a meaningless 'I love you', you officially died.

At least you escaped that boring existence, right?

Fate decided to toy with you by placing you in Genshin Impact, a game you spent most time investing in.

You remembered being proud of your C8 Qiqu and DPS Furina since you usually dragged the sooner to co-op.

So you spent two unremarkable years in Fontaine as a florist, while concealing your knowledge about the future, for all the fanfic you read, and since this world worshipped the Creator too.

You didn't want to get outed as this enigmatic possible imposter or deal with the characters' religious frenzies.

Furina was an interesting case to observe, and Neuvilette often made a few appearances there and then.

Melusines sometimes ran around before your shop, requesting beautiful bouquets.

Business was doing well, not worldwide famous nor near the bridge of close down, just an average shop you expected from an NPC

Strangely enough, you didn't feel guilty for abandoning your fiancee, instead enjoying the fresh freedom you longed for.

Away from her keen eyes, slimy fingers, and unnecessary jealousy.

Recently, there had been rumors about the appearance of a person who proclaimed herself to be the saintess, sent by the Creator.

You could already sense Furina's fuming in the court, and other archons' demeanors.

Oh well, you would just return back to work and watch as another Sagau Imposter fanfic unfolded. Surely, nothing could go wrong-

"[Name]?"

Fuck.

Out of all people, it was her all alone.

Her eyes, filled with twisted feelings, disgusted you.

Her figure engulfed you whole into an embrace, squeezing the breath of your body.

What made it worse, was that you had overestimated the characters' intelligence, and they genuinely believed she was the one.

You could feel their eyes prickling against your skin as you frantically pushed her away, ignoring the shakes of your body and the ragged breaths.

They didn't understand why the vessel of the benevolent and caring God was rejected by this mere mortal.

In their eyes, you should have been overjoyed upon being pampered by the saintess.

And so, the tranquility you experienced shattered easily underneath the pressure of these beings.

Your shop was demolished, your reputation was torn apart, and your privacy was out of the picture, as you were regarded as the saintess's lover.

Oh, if only they knew the saintess considered you her god.

You lost yourself to the person you vowed to stay away.

But the Fatui wasn't happy.

Tsarista was fuming, assuming you had cast a spell on her.

She sent her loyal followers to chase after you, in secret of course.

In the end, you were accused of fraud, tax evasion, and many other crimes.

The execution was held in front of the people, as the saintess drowned herself in sorrow and desperation, you died.

Your body sank deeper into the ocean, red blood mixed with the water, and your eyes closed.

It should have been you.

You were the one who arrived first.

Hell, you even helped more people than her! You knew more things about this forsaken game than her!

Stop looking at you with such pity!

Just because you were being rightfully paranoid didn't mean you were stupid!

There was a tale of a picturesque saintess and a mysterious traveler, alongside a weird creature.

They embarked on a journey to the seven lands of Teyvat.

What a shame, you died even before the story began.

"oh issue of the stars, may fate beest so kind to blesseth thee with anoth'r chance. may teyvat learneth to loveth thee, liketh how the 'saintess' loveth thee. "

[raytoebiter]

i just fucking woke up with the worst ass headache ever but here's a repost ig fuck gelo and his goddamnit speakers

iv. don't you dare forget the sun (written work)

The area around your café, just a few meters down the block, was a small, isolated town. The reason why it was dubbed as isolated was due to its vulnerability to endangered animals. It used to be popular. It really did. That was, until people eventually got tired of the lack of availability and access to the city resources. So, eventually, they moved to the city.

So to say, it's a really small town with only elders typically living in the area since they were mostly the ones who knew how things went from there. And since your café was just right outside of the pathway that led to said 'small town', it was mostly habituated with a lot of elders, tourists, and sometimes, students. The only season that it gets crowded is when it comes to exam season, so it's a bit hectic.

And now that you're a senior in highschool now, your grandmother decided it would be a good idea to hire a bit more employees to help you out.

Well. Not if said 'employee' is your damn rival!?

The sound of a groan interrupts your internal panic, and you're met with creepy, damn purple eyes and an ugly sneer with the ugliest fucking face, "stop looking like an addict and stop using your phone."

"Shut the fuck up, what are you doing here?" You narrow your eyes, scowling at him as he smiled, "and I wasn't using my phone, mind you."

"Sure," he scoffs, before leaning into the counter with a sneer, “don't tell me you kiss your nanny with that mouth, [Name]?"

Your eye twitches in indignance, and the shit-eating smirk on his punchable face only widens, "answer my question, Scara."

Indignantly, Scaramouche finally drops the facade and shrugs you off, "take a guess, fuckwipe. who do you think your new slave is?"

You freeze. Fuck, what the fuck. It's real. What. The. Fuck.

And as the sound of his breath drags out of his mouth in a painstaking manner, you burst.

"What do you mean? You're the new barista? You gotta be fucking kidding me—"

"No shit–"

"Dealing with you in school is already enough, but now I have to deal with you in my precious free time in work too—"

"I'm not enjoying this as much as you don't, FYI–"

"I don't care if you enjoy this or not, you're ruining every aspect of my life with that presence of yours!"

"Now that's fucking selfish, isn't it? I won't enjoy being in that cramped little space dealing with your bullshit either–"

"Well, get out of here then!" You lash out, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you glare into his damn creepy purple eyes staring you down. The sound of your heart palpitating at a rapid rate feels way too clear in your ears to the point you're convinced it's as if it's right next to it. But, you pay no heed to it and continue glowering at the frowning man in front of you.

You could practically see the gears turning inside his head before his brows furrowed down even further and before he could open his mouth, a bell chimes just right beside you, followed by a hoarse, gentle voice.

“Oh? Is that the new kid? Why are you two arguing? I could hear you all the way to the back.”

“No, we're just—”

—Then, a hand grips the top of your head. What the fuck. Roughly, too.

Perhaps turning to him with the most confused and disgusted expression would scare away the hand gripping your head as if it was a stress ball, right? Because, it really was starting to hurt. And, never mind that. Why? What the fuck is up with thim. Also, he's lucky he's taller than you despite being 5'6. Fuck this piece of—

"Nah, actually, we're super fine here. She's just being noisy 'cause I scored higher than her earlier in our recitation." Scaramouche says casually with the most pseudo smile, all the while threading his fingers to your hair more gently this time.

And, what the fuck. Why is it gentle. Why. Why. What in actual fuck is happening. Didn't he just tell you to kill yourself just a few hours back in your classroom. What the fuck. Never mind that, why the fuck is he smiling like the fakest bitch you've ever seen.

And amidst your dilemma, your grandmother beams, and it's so comical in the way her eyes light up and her grin widens, "is that so? Do you two know each other? classmates? friends?"

The fingers that were once gently scraping its fingertips onto your scalp tenses; and briefly, you could feel what he was feeling from the way his fingertips slightly trembled—and it feels weird, because why would he be trembling?

Slapping his idle hand away from your scalp, a sigh rattles your body, "yeah, no. we're just classmates."

Unfortunately, goes unsaid in the air.

“Ah. So, friends it is!”

The heck.

In that case, you have no idea how to tell her that you considered murdering the said "friend" beside you with a pen back when he shoved his damn palm onto your face just so he could get the points first.

You sheepishly clear your throat. “no, we're just—”

Scaramouche cuts you off, shrugging indignantly, “yeah, we're friends.”

What a dick.

Baffled, you're about to interrupt when he turns to you with sharp, narrowed eyes before continuing with a tired tone, “can we just start the meeting? I have an appointment by—” he glances at the clock, noting it before facing your grandmother again with an apologetic smile, “..around three hours from now.”

Her wrinkly eyes darted to the clock, before rushing to the door and flipping the sign over, “my! how impolite of me, come, come! help me with the boxes before we start with the meeting. Hurry, you two!”

--

A few things run in your head as you sat through two hours of the meeting with the same monologue you've heard over the past years.

First off—why the fuck was he acting like the kindest dick you've ever known. Why is he even acting so kind in front of your grandma. Why is he even here. Why did he use your head as a fucking stress ball. Why did his fingers tremble upon the mention of you two being friends. Did he hate you that much that even the image of you two being friends scare him. Damn, you kinda agree to that though. And goddamn, did you literally crash out in front of him? God—

As your grandmother finishes her long introduction to the café rules and the like, she finally leaves you two alone at the expense of getting snacks and coffee. And to talk. Apparently.

The bell chimes again the second time that night, and all that was left in the cramped staff room was you, the whiteboard with the new schedule and a very pissed-frowning Scaramouche.

“Fuck,” he muttered while glaring into the new schedule. As if staring at it with such disdain would have it engraved into his mind.

Naturally, you react with a sigh, “so, you're actually going to work at this place, huh?”

He drowsily leans back into his chair, still glaring into the damn whiteboard, “Unfortunately, yeah. didn't think I'd have to spend my fridays with you in it too.”

Humming, you mutter a small, “yeah, same.”

Then, silence.

“So—”

“Can I—”

Both of you pause to look at each other with frowns and sharp glares.

“Why in the fucking hell are we acting like two damn middle schoolers about to engage in intercourse.”

Another question courses through your head and this time, you voice it out loud in genuine curiosity, “why are you so vulgar? this is like, the 10th curse word I've heard from you.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “surprise, surprise, ass-kisser.”

“Ass-kisser? What—”

“When can I fucking leave? It's almost time.”

Ugh. Welcome Lieutenant of Patience here, everyone!

Your brow twitches upward in annoyance, “you're not even going to wait until grandma comes back?”

Frowning, he turns to you with a scrunched expression, “I don't plan on making friends here, [Name].”

You scoff as you roll your eyes, right. He stands with a creak, already turning to the exit.

“Back door’s to the right! I'll tell grandma you had to leave early, since it sounds like you're going to piss your pants for that appointment you have!"

His figure briefly stills for a second in the reflection of the whiteboard, and with a dubious tone, he mutters under the dull hums of the AC, "ugh. thanks. or whatever.”

The door clicks to a close and you stare at it with absolute disbelief.

What the fuck has this day gone into.

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synopsis: in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. the question is; did the curse work?

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authors' notes - why is tumblr being a bitch smh also DOUBLE UPDATE WIPEEE

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[himasgod]

Hermanubis x Reader

Where even though you gave Deshret a second chance, your heart begins to break towards Hermanubis

What if the events of Chapter VI of King Deshret's fanfic were changed? In this alternate timeline, the Queen, you, travels back in time to before Deshret betrayed you, in order to give him a second chance. And yet, even with the pain of being betrayed, you begin to seek refuge in Hermanubis, your greatest confidant, who begins to change his loyalty towards Deshret into hatred, and his devotion towards you, his queen, into love, becoming your secret lover.

(I DID IT. FINALLY. I'VE BEEN WANTING TO FINISH THIS FOR SO LONG. MY HERMANUBIS BRAINROT IS BACK, I LOVED HIM. PLEASE SUPPORT HIM.)

When you opened your eyes, the desert air filled your lungs, bringing you back to life. You travel back time again. You felt the icy edge of loneliness and the fury of a cruel fate.

But something had changed. You recognized the place, the golden walls of the palace, the preparations for a wedding that seemed like a distant echo. Time had turned back, returning you to the day the marriage contract would be signed.

You were not the same.

Your hands trembled, but your thoughts were clear: this time, you would not allow yourself to be used or your future taken from you. You took the pen firmly, adding an unexpected clause to the contract: not only would infidelity be punished, but you demanded the freedom to break the marriage if your life was ever endangered by Deshret's decisions.

As the scribes murmured among themselves, you felt a familiar presence behind you. Hermanubis, the silent guardian and priest of the realm, watched you with his deep golden eyes. He was always there, in the shadows, watching over Deshret’s safety…

And, secretly, yours.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice rang low and gravelly, with a note of concern.

“More than ever,” you replied, meeting his eyes bravely. “I will not make the same mistakes.”

After adding the clause, you focused on the wedding preparations, but you did not spend those days in isolation. You sought out Hermanubis’s help, trusting in his knowledge of the protective runes and enchantments that could secure your future.

“I want to protect myself from that which could harm my marriage,” you confessed to him one afternoon, as he examined the designs of the bracelet you planned to give to Deshret.

Hermanubis cocked his head, his sharp gaze scanning your intentions.

“And protect yourself from Deshret? Have you considered that as well?”

You were silent for a moment, the weight of the truth tightening your chest. “If it becomes necessary… I must do it as well.”

He nodded slowly, admiring your determination. Over the next few weeks, you worked together to perfect the bracelet’s design and engrave the runes.

One night, as you worked on the bracelet, awhisper echoed in your mind, deep and ancient:

“My queen, why do you fight so hard for someone who has already betrayed you?”

You turned quickly, but there was no one in the room. Then, you saw him again. That tall, majestic shadow emerged from the dark corners, eyes glowing like embers and a figure shrouded in dark mist.

“Why do you say that?” you asked cautiously, though your heart was pounding.

“Because I see the mark of betrayal in your soul,” he replied calmly. “Deshret is not worthy of your loyalty, nor of your love.”

Despite his coldness, there was something in his voice that reassured you. As if the words he spoke, though harsh, were a reflection of the truth you dared not admit.

There was an honesty in Hermanubis that you hadn’t found in anyone else, and his loyalty wasn’t blind; it was based on sound judgment and a deep understanding of the world.

The wedding day came quickly. Dressed in a golden robe and sparkling jewels, you crossed the halls to the altar where Deshret awaited you. His gaze was filled with admiration, but there was something about it that you couldn’t quite decipher.

Before exchanging vows, you offered him the bracelet, your gift. “Promise me you’ll never take it off,” you said firmly, and he, pleased, agreed.

But as the words of the contract echoed through the room, you felt an uneasiness you couldn’t ignore. Deshret was majestic, but his heart always seemed to be somewhere else, as if he were searching for something beyond what was in front of him.

That night, during the celebration, your eyes sought out Hermanubis in the crowd.

He was there, watching from the shadows as always. When your gazes met, an inexplicable spark ran through your body.

You felt the absolute urge to go find him.

You found Hermanubis in the palace gardens. He was standing under the stars, his dark figure contrasting with the silver moonlight.

“Why are you here?” you asked, approaching him.

“Because I can’t ignore what I feel,” he answered with an honesty that left you speechless.

"He wasn't even looking at you. He was marrying you, the most beautiful woman, and he wasn't even looking at you. I wanted to beat Deshret's face until my hands bled. But I held back, so I came here. The moon relaxes me."

For the first time, Hermanubis dropped the cold mask he had always worn. His eyes looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver. He looked clearly angry, his marked jaw was tense, his gaze full of hatred avoiding your gaze.

The mere thought of you marrying Deshret felt like a viper in his stomach.

As the months passed, you realized that, although Deshret kept his promise of loyalty, something was missing in your relationship. He was too busy thinking about his plans of greatness that he didn't pay attention to you.

In those moments of solitude, Hermanubis was there. Always willing to listen, always willing to offer his wisdom. He was not just a guardian or priest, but someone who understood your fears, your frustrations, and your dreams.

When Nabu Malikata arrived at the palace, he attempted to use his Allure to enthrall Deshret. But the runes you had engraved on the bracelets protected him, and her attempts were in vain. Frustrated, the goddess tried to manipulate him in other ways, but each time she did, you and Hermanubis were there to thwart her plans.

Finally, one night, Nabu Malikata confronted Hermanubis directly.

“Why do you protect this woman?” he asked, his voice laced with venom.

“Because she is more than a queen. She is my light in the darkness,” Hermanubis replied without hesitation.

Nabu Malikata stepped back, surprised by the intensity of his words.

Other night, after a banquet where Nabu Malikata had, again, tried unsuccessfully to attract Deshret’s attention, you encountered Hermanubis in the palace gardens. The starlight illuminated his sharp features and the intensity of his gaze.

“She will not stop,” you said, referring to the Goddess of Flowers. “She keeps trying to claim him.”

“Deshret is strong,” Hermanubis replied, but his tone was neutral, as if he were unconvinced.

“What if he fails? What if she succeeds in destroying what I have built?”

He took a step toward you, and for the first time, touched your hand. His touch was warm, protective.

“Then I will be here. I will not allow anything or anyone to harm you. I'd rather die, my queen"

The tension between you grew over time, until finally you could ignore it no longer. One night, when Deshret was away on an expedition, you encountered Hermanubis in the private chambers where you used to discuss strategies and runes.

“This cannot continue,” you said, though your voice trembled.

“Why not?” he replied, taking a step toward you. “Why ignoring what we both feel?"

"I will protect you, my queen. Forget Deshret. I have tried to suppress my love to you, but I cannot. I will fight any beast to prove that I am worthy of you. I will give you everything he has not given you, I will give you security, wisdom, everything that…"

However, he was cut off when you interrupted him by hugging his neck and kissing his lips, while he let out a murmur with a smile forming on his lips and grabbed your hips firmly as he gently laid you down on the bed, caressing the fabrics that covered, not for long, your skin.

A few hours later that night, as you watched Hermanubis's bare back lying next to you in bed, his body covered by the golden silk sheets, you knew that you had found something real, something that Deshret could never give you: a love that was equal in passion and devotion, built on respect and mutual understanding.

One night, as you lay in Hermanubis’s arms, you realized you could no longer pretend.

“I no longer love Deshret,” you admitted, your words filled with pain and release.

Hermanubis held you tightly, his voice soft as he replied,

“Then let me be the one to love you. Let me be the one to protect you.”

Over time, Hermanubis became more than just a guardian or secret lover; he was your confidant, your companion, and the only one who truly understood the weight of your decisions.

On a quiet night, as you looked out over the desert from atop the palace, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

His lips kissed the top of your head as he looked out at the desert with a calm smile.

“I wouldn’t change any of this,” you murmured, leaning into him.

“Nor I,” he replied, his voice low and full of certainty.

And so, as the desert wind whispered around you, you knew you had found your destiny not on a throne, but in the arms of the one who truly loved your soul.

[explicitred]

Kisses, Kisses! <3

Genshin Impact x Reader Christmas Advent Calendar, Day 2!

He litters your face with kisses, whining whenever you tried pulling away. You tell him that now's not the time for his affections to be so bright, that you have work to do. He doesn't care. He just wants you to love him! Why can't you do so?? C'mon... Just give him some more kisses, please? He's always such a good boy for you!

Childe, Gorou, Heizou

He shyly presses a soft kiss against your lips, timidly looking away afterwards with a bright pink hue on his cheeks. Mm... You're so divine, yet his fast-beating heart doesn't allow him to just kiss you some more! He really, really wants those kisses! Won't you just help him...?

Neuvillette, Albedo, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, Gorou

He leans in, smirking as he confidently presses his lips against yours so suddenly, seeming a bit too eager. He'll pull you back whenever you try and pull away. You're his, can't you see? He just can't keep his hands off of you, needing you oh so badly. Just give in and indulge him, won't you?

Childe, Heizou, Ayato, Itto

He smiles in bliss like a cute little puppy as he kisses you, staying quiet, simply enjoying the intimate moment with you. Oh how he wishes to just stay with you forever... He truly loves you to the moon and back <3

Kazuha, Thoma, Ayato, Xiao, Aether

He's the type to keep his hands on you, pulling you back for more, only letting you pull away for oxygen. He just can't get enough of you. My, if you don't stop him, you'll be here for hours...

Alhaitham, Zhongli, Diluc, Baizhu, Everyone

[ellashyperfixationclub]

never reblogged for boost, whoops

CYNO

“Let's kiss and see where it takes us.”

fluff

ELECTRO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

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Drabble prompt: page 1: #4 = “Let's kiss and see where it takes us.”

Warnings? Mentions of alcohol, no sleep (PLS SLEEP YALL)

Contains an indirect mention of Tighnari, Alhaitham, Collei, Kaveh, as well as Cyno of course!

692 words.

Note: so... hi, it has been 7 months since i have actually written something, sorry! i took a very much needed break. and i am VERY busy with uni now, busy with a degree.

Cyno rarely drank. He only drinks on special occasions. A birthday, a wedding, something like that. Or like today, where the two of you were celebrating you getting the job you’ve always wanted.

He knows how much this meant to you and how much you’ve prepared for this. He’s found you awake in the middle of the night countless times. Working away. Or as of late, waiting by the mailbox in front of your house a few times as you were waiting to hear back.

In the meantime, while waiting for a response, Cyno's attempts to keep you distracted were.. questionable? Okay?? I'm still determining. But he used all types of attempts, such as TCG, and wanted to use his newest deck against you. Surprisingly not; he won most of the time. He's even taken you out a few times into the city, Gandharva Ville, or with his friends. Either way, he's tried his hardest.

"Come on, (Y/N)", Cyno sighed with a light shake of the head, he was currently standing in the kitchen of his small but comfortable house that you shared with him, the silver moonlight glowing through the window, acting as the main light source for the moment. All the while you were sat at the table, eagerly awaiting the dawn, "you have to relax at some point. This isn't good for you."

"I know" you replied simply before taking a sip of water from the cup you were holding. It is true though, you have spent many nights up and waiting that its become a routine, your body has become more accustomed to staying awake at the odd hours of the day, despite it not being good for you, "I'll come to bed soon."

"No," he replied calmly, without letting his frustration out, frustrations of knowing that you're not letting your body rest when it should, "now."

Many nights went like that.

But once those nights were over, Cyno, and everyone else around you who knew, could not help but let out a sigh of relief now knowing that your routine should be back to normal soon.

When the day came, he couldn't be happier for you. So much work, anticipation, and sleepless nights went into this. Now you will know if you got what was so dear to you.

And you did. When you opened and read that letter, the anticipation in the room was so thick you could slice it with a sword and serve it with some Panipuri.

So much excitement overcame you in such a short amount of time, it nearly made you pop! Figuratively.

Weeks prior to this moment, Cyno made the plan of taking you out for dinner, and your friends came along too, to celebrate.. though he would have done it either way no matter of the answer.

He rented out Lambard’s Tavern for a the quiet evening, so that you could all have some fun in peace.

And that includes alcohol, to which Kaveh was happy to find out about. That aside and well into the evening, you and Cyno were sat to the side of the main room just talking the time away.

“Thank you for helping me through all of this Cyno, I really appreciate it” you said with a genuine smile after you took a refreshing sip of wine.

“You know that I would be happy to help” your beloved replied with a nod, as well as the cheers motion with his glass, “you want to get somewhere you’ve been working hard for? I will help no matter what.”

Cyno rarely drank. He only drinks on special occasions. A birthday, a wedding, something like that. Or like now.

A couple ours later, the two of you were a little tipsy. Not enough to be unwell, just enough to be pleasantly surprised by anything.

“Well..” you said before a drinking a mouthful of water to help prevent the headache next day, this was Tighnari’s doing, “today was great. Let’s do it again. I-” you hiccuped a little, “I think we should do something.. fun.”

But like what?

Cyno would reply,

“Let's kiss and see where it takes us.”

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Genshin Men Eating Out Their Darling

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Neuvillette, Ororon, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/ Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I decided to do ca. 100-200 words each character to keep it nice and simple:) (some are over 200 tho). This took me longer than expected haha. My requests are open, but read my rules before requesting <3

Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cunilingus, all sexual acts are consensual, female reader, obsession, possessiveness, some of the yandere tendencies are more subtle than others, future imprisonment, face sitting, jealousy, fingering, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, forced marriage, reader is indifferent to some of the yandere behaviour in some of the parts, translation at the end, power imbalance

Word count: 4779

Albedo

The unforgiving wind of the icy mountain howled against the treetops. The fireplace was lit given you much needed warmth. It had been 2 months since you had moved up into the cozy cabin high up in the mountain with the famed researcher.

His hand scissored skilfully into your cunt before his tongue joined them. The cold left you quickly as his tongue dove in deeper into your fluttering cunt.

You were glad you had taken upon the offer of the blond haired man and followed him up to Dragonspine. Here you had been happier than ever before and you believed him when he said that others would just do you harm.

Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible.

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body.

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe.

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body.

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure.

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away.

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more.

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats.

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches.

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you.

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity.

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan.

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you.

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment.

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion.

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to.

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself.

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release.

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night.

Dainsleif

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight.

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release.

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together.

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you.

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly.

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones.

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you.

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper.

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire.

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him.

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking.

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most.

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment.

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste.

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully.

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs.

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance.

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared.

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright.

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh.

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt.

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him.

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms.

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs.

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could.

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans.

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away.

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom.

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors.

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion.

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him.

You laid spread out onto your bed with the drakes haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure.

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution.

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night.

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters.

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon.

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive.

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him.

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly.

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently.

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding you had to him felt like a part of you as you came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years.

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly.

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love.

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue.

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man.

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different.

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out.

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends.

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover?

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you.

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away.

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets.

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours.

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters.

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress.

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn.

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else.

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity.

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest.

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all.

Translation

Norwegian → English

“Jeg elsker deg” = “I love you”

“Min kjære” = “My dear”

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 3 — LINGERIE

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — kazuha, scaramouche, kinich, alhaitham

— warnings. — fem! reader, fingering/scissoring, lots of teasing, alhaitham is the teasing master in this, hot and bothered genshin boys

⚝ — KAZUHA

"do i look good in this?"

good— was an understatement, and kazuha's breath stays stuck in his throat when he sees you in that dainty, little lace, his eyes widening in awe, admiring your magnificence.

the world around him seems to fade, leaving only you bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and frail garments hugging the curves of your body, "you’re… breathtaking," he whispers, his tone of choice an octave lower.

your fingers reach out to guide him, trembling slightly as his digits trace along the intricate patterns of the fabric— every touch was reverent, his fingertips brushing over the sheer bra exposing your erected nipples to him—fuck, it's as though he can’t decide which was more captivating.

"i can’t believe you’re real," he laughs and brushes away the loose hair strands sticking on his forehead, his eyes never leaving yours.

he pulls himself on top of you before placing his palm on your breast, "so beautiful…" kazuha continues, his glossy lips ghosting over your collarbone, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin on your neck until he’s certain that there's a little hickey there as you twist and curl underneath him, voicelessly telling him to just touch you already.

and here he was now, in fact, he cannot stop touching you, each caress lingering as though to forevermore memorize the feel of you under his hands.

he slips his digits through the flimsy waistband of your underwear as your walls instantly flex and pulse around his fingers when he inserts them knuckles deep— only one, then after pressing it in and out for about three times, he add another, continuously sinking them into you as he smears harsh circles into your clit to multiply the sensation he's about to give you all night.

⚝ — SCARAMOUCHE

you’re so soft above scaramouche and it only spurs him on, especially with those graceful garments daintily squeezing your frame.

his tongue licks across his bottom lip when he pulls his fingers through the panties to scissor his digits inside your walls, playing with those searing spots he knew got you trembling, got you to beg for more. you're curling into him, squeezing yourself so close for him to add a couple kisses on your throat.

the volume of your voice increases each time scaramouche would find another compliment befitting of the new set of lingerie he's bought you— the wider his smirk gets, the more it means you're squeezing his fingers harder, "just like that, you look so good in this, picked it right for you, yeah?"

you eagerly nod as he feels your warmth clamping when he begins to scissor you, pumping his slender fingers in and out before adding the third.

well, lets be honest here, in the beginning he thought to himself on how ridiculous it must be for him to buy you something like that and he almost went back to return the costly good, yet now? wow, how fucking thankful he was to himself that he didn't.

⚝ — KINICH

"gimme a spin, yeah? like that," kinich smirks as you twirl around the newest set of lingerie, a deep red that hugged around the curves of your breasts and leaves almost no fabric left on your bottom.

and those thigh highs you added on, they made him feel like he's about to absolutely ravish you. kinich's not used to being at a loss for words, well, he keeps himself silent on purpose but with you? seeing you like this he thought he could say something other than look at you like a man who's never seen a woman before.

he was too drunk on the sight and so fucking hard already, feeling a twitch inside his boxers when you kneel down to press a harsh kiss on his bulge, looking up at him through doe eyes— and the next almost cruel throb in his shorts was to die for— this is making him lose his mind. you are.

he bites down on his tongue, his hips rolling into your palm with your lips hovering over the length. palming the front of his trousers, your face slants forward to smear your saliva across his lower abdomen so you'd be perfectly bend across him, making it fairly easy for kinich to watch your pretty ass and your folds barely being covered by anything but a fine silken line.

⚝ — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham's eyes barely flicker up from his book when you step into the room, though there’s a telltale tension in the way his grip tightens on the pages. he acts disinterested, you ponder if that book in his hands had a soul catching story for him to be this way— but you can feel the weight of his gaze when he thinks you aren’t looking.

"sit," he bluntly says, his voice commanding and motioning to his bulgy thigh, but he speaks in a way as though your appearance in such delicate lingerie wasn't affected him— although when you ultimately settle on his lap, he doesn’t miss a beat, his hand immediately reaching to the hem of your lace.

"read the next page for me, think you can do that?" he orders, though there’s a slight edge to his voice that betrays his focus, it's no longer on the book, but on your cute tits and sheer bra prancing with your lovely nipples.

you gulp down, adjusting your seat on his lap as you begin to read while he began to trace lazy patterns along the fabric, his fingertips brushing lightly over the lace, teasing and coaxing out needy shivers from your spine.

so well, his eyes stay fixed on the book, but his hand grows bolder, slipping beneath the edge of the lingerie, feeling your bare skin, "you’re really distracting, you know that?" he mutters, though his smirk says otherwise, "i was only planning to read this book but now—"

there’s a tension in the air, a game he’s playing where he pretends the book holds his attention — but in reality, all he was focused on was you.

day and night, no matter what you'd wear.

his sensitive length twitches against your thigh as your hole squeezes around nothing, your lips exhaling a stutter before he lets his hands squeeze your thighs— your jaw slack in surprise at how bold he began to be, now digging hard between your legs to press into your clit and rub it— his cloudy, bloodshot gaze focused on the pulsing, little pearl getting all the more roused the more he flicked it back and forth.

"i never said you should stop reading," he adds on, "already done for the day, hm? you tired?" a little too nonchalant for your liking.

you pout through your dreamy, lustful expression before you're letting your hand smooth through his hair, lightly pecking his forehead, "fine, but I'm sensitive there alhaitham, be careful."

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