#Geo what do you have to say for yourself

[sugaroto]

Once upon a time I found a shady qr code in my dms

Which led me to this

Hmmmm

Ok ok

The statements are from 20/06 yet the father claims they saw her 2 days ago, while the mother says they saw her on the 19th

Oh wait no it says date of incident. Damn okay delete that, it's the date the disappearance happened isn't it damn.

So at 5 Daphne gets a call, supposedly from Georgia, half an hour later she leaves the house and meets her father at the door, yet they don't talk

Mom says they didn't leave the house at all yet the dad went to the neighbor to get some tools

WHAT TOOLS HUH MANTHO? MURDER TOOLS?

Was Georgia even the one on the call with Daphne?? Was she returning the jacket Daphne was wearing the night before? Did they even meet?

Mom's descriptions of time are more, accurate, specific times

Dad's are more of the vibe. Breakfast. Got home from work. Night, evening

It's our only clue so far but can we blame or only suspects just yet?

Messy clothes of worried parents or murderers trying to hide their crimes?

Pink shadow or tears? Sudden I'm bald due to worry or other nuance option?

I'm sorry

Anyway, so what we know

Is that Daphne got a call and left the house, probably not in the best mood

She met someone

Her parents think it was Georgia

But we don't know if she actually met Georgia

Ps: Perhaps it was Theodora on the call. We all know what happened after...😔

@alalumin

[muntitled]

Rabid

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've figured if you paid him, then your debts would be settled and maybe... just maybe he'd let you go

Warnings: Language, Dom!Seongje, Gangsterism, Bullied!Reader, Angst, Neglect, Coercion, Bullying, Extortion, Absent Parents, Violence, Smut +18 (mdni), Sadomasochism, Sadist!Seongje, Fingering, Dark fic, Dubious consent, Exhibitionism, Desperate Sex, Humiliation, Degradation

A/N: Comissioned by @tojii11 ... as always I'm not responsible for the media you consume.

Since you've known him as of late, lying has become almost as voluntary as breathing. It should scare you, how fluidly a lie slips past the confines of your lips. Making you more and unrecognizable to even your own self.

"I'm tutoring late tonight."

"I’m studying at the library,"

“I'm having dinner with a friend.”

You didn't have many of those. Had your parents been the caring type they might have known that friends were a luxury you could not afford.

Still, it bothered you that you were making excuses for him. You were helping yourself get extorted everytime you stole for him and everytime you didn't let a living soul know.

The first few times were as difficult as it ever got. But the more you were forced to work for him, the more he corrupted you-the more that infection spread until it became all you were.

"What do you need that much money for anyway?" You squeeze your phone tighter with one hand while the other sits in your blazer pocket. You maintain a calm, controlled gait as you walk out of the school gates, surrounded by your peers dressed in the same uniform walking in clumps of groups- little ecosystems that they formed to help manage their anxieties. You wish you had their problems: Boys. Makeup. Parties.

You wish you had your own little ecosystem. A group who'd be more concerned with strengthening your mental health, not deteriorating it.

"You think school trips to Bali are gonna be cheap?" It was always easier to lie to her over the phone or through text. There was something biting in your mother's eyes that you couldn't always face. Something that would eat you alive if she found out you've been working for the kind of people you're working for.

"Backtrack on the attitude," her words snipe you through the receiver like barbed wire, "It's just strange that they're organizing a field trip in the height of your assignments like this..."

"It's an incentive I guess. They're telling us about it now for extra motivation to see this exam season through.." lies lies and more lies. Your mouth is full of them.

"I don't know if I want you to be thinking about a trip to Bali during all this work... have you been improving?"

There was no improvement with her. Only perfection. She tried your whole life to wipe you squeaky clean until you were spotless. If only she knew that over the past year you've acquired a spot almost impossible to scrub away. He's irremovable. Or at least you thought he was...

"When did you say your field trip was? Perhaps your father and I will tag along, make a family vacation out of it. We never see you anymore because you're always studying and Bali is lovely all-year round-" while your mother talks, your heart sinks and panic festers. You try to focus your steps on making it across the road, down a path you've walked all year.

"Mom, please don't be embarrassing."

"How am I being embarrassing?"

"You'll be the only parent there." Above you, the afternoon sun sits snugly against the horizon, guiding you down a decrepit lane. Stray cats and empty soju bottles litter the street the farther you walk from the safety of the school grounds. You're getting closer and you needed her to send the money.

"It's my money. I can do with it as I please."

You scramble your brain, searching furiously for a lifeline.

"It's just..." More and more lies, "This trip is actually just Geo-camp. Our teachers planned a few cave explorations. We're gonna check out the different stalactites and stalagmites-your presence might hinder my concentration-"

In the distance, the warehouse looms and your fist in your blazer pocket begins to coil.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place instead of wasting my time?” Your mother tsks, “I've sent the money to your account."

"Thank you ma'am..."

The call ends abruptly, void of any warmth. Void of any love. You pull your phone away from your ear and your nerves settle as you see the money reflecting. You suddenly feel bigger than this warehouse- bigger than life itself- like you're armed and ready to take on anything this rabid dog might throw at you.

You tilt your head back to watch the clouds disappear behind the iron roof and you steal your nerves. Word on the street is that this place once belonged to Baek Jin before his untimely disappearance. Until, naturally, a wolf came in and marked it as his own...

The nearer you get to the slightly opened door, the clearer the sound becomes: You hear the sound of a broken man groaning and your body has a visceral reaction. By now you recognize the sound of a fist slamming against human flesh and bone. You know what that sounds like and it haunts you through those quiet moments at night when it was just you and your memories. You fight the urge to stop walking, something in you tugging and begging to just walk away. It's either this or remain a slave for the rest of your foreseeable future.

That thought is enough to have you sucking in one final breath of air before waltzing into the warehouse. It's dark, the air damp and stuffy with little to no circulation. Despite the location, the interior is somewhat tidy and were it not for the man kneeling and bleeding on the floor, you might have thought the place fitting for any dignified bachelor.

“I didn't expect to see you today,” Seongje addresses you the moment you step in. His fist is paused in mid air and it's pulled back as if you'd just saved the man on the floor from experiencing one final blow.

He smiles at you, as if he didn't have blood on his knuckles. As if he didn't have a man on his knees, pleading for his life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Seongje asks, before digging his fingers into the boys scalp. You hide your trembling hands in the pockets of your blazer and you appear as unaffected as you possibly can when Seongje tilts the man's face to look up at you. “This is Eungmin. He's very cute, very small.” Seongje smiles. “Eungmin is getting beat unconscious because he's been stealing some of my money for himself, isn't that right, Eungmin-a?”

The man’s left ise completely disappeared under a swollen mass of flesh. His skin is broken in several places- all is red and yet he still tries… “P-please-” his words are slurred. You can tell he's getting closer and closer to blacking out. His brain can't comprehend the words leaving his mouth and it's far too painful to watch. “My grandfather's sick and- I needed the money-”

“Sob, sob, sob, stories, Eungmin-a,” Seongje lets go of the man's head before tucking his hands into his pockets. Eungmin sways from side to side as Seongje rounds his bruised and battered body, tsking lightly like a scolding parent.

Before you're made witness to any more bloodshed, possibly even a murder, you grab your phone out of blazer pocket and with trembling hands you press a few buttons on your screen.

Seongje's phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pockets. He taps away at the device with bloodied fingers, his orange windbreaker stained with the same blood and for a moment, all is quiet.

Seongje stares blankly at his screen.

“What's this?” He asks without looking up.

Something in you tells you that you have the upper hand. Power has shifted, even minutely and it gives you the courage to reply back, “It's an incentive.”

Seongje's dark eyes finally flit up to you and you're arrested by that wolfish grin. “Big words.” He smirks. “You want a promotion or something?”

You ready your voice. “Actually, Seongje, I’m looking for a way out.”

More silence but this time, it's fucking suffocating. Even the man on the floor, the man who's experienced the very worst of Seongje's wrath has his mouth slightly open from shock.

“I never want to steal for you again. I never want to do anything for you again.” You find your voice in the rubble of your pain and all your anxieties that have gone unnoticed by the adults around you. “I never wanna see you again.”

He nods slowly. “I hear you.” Seongje's voice is calm. So calm it births a sliver of hope inside you: Maybe he'll just accept the money and you might actually be free. You could go back to being a girl forgotten by the rest of the world but this time, it'd be on your own terms. You'd love to be invisible again. Invisible girls don't get extorted like this.

“It's just… I'm really sensitive-”

The very moment those words leave his mouth, the moment a glimmer of a smile flits onto your lips, Seongje delivers a bone-cracking punch to the man's jaw.

You gasp and cup your mouth with both hands. Shocked.

The man slumps over, face hitting the floor. Knocked out cold.

“This is interesting.” Seongje says but you can't look away at the man laying on the ground. His body twitches periodically until there's barely any movement at all. Were you looking at someone passed out or were you staring at a corpse?

Soengje doesn't care about either outcome because he's already lighting a cigarette, standing as if pondering something else entirely.

“Where'd you get this money from?”

“D-Does-” you swallow thickly, “-it matter?”

He nods his head slightly before sticking the cigarette on the tip of his lips, “I could buy a million cig packs with this. The good kind too,” he chuckles, “Fuck, I could buy a fucking factory-”

“It's not that much-”

“Are you rich?” He asks suddenly, ramping up your nerves as he tucks his hands in his pockets to stalk closer towards you. “Have I been extorting a princess this whole time and I didn't know it?” You make your body an iron rod- your face cold. Something like him can't sense discomfort or he'll play with it.

“Not rich,” you say, “Just desperate…”

His feet stop directly in front of you and you keep your gaze there. Not daring to look up at him until he brings his own index finger under your chin, tilting it up.

“I like that word… Desperate.” He blows out a plume of smoke but not in your face. The small, gentlemanly act is almost laughable.

“Seongje, at this rate I'll be working for you for the rest of my life-”

“The rest of your life…” he nods slowly, looking away in a pensive manner before looking back at you, “That sounds fun, doesn't it?”

“Seongje- please just accept the money…”

“Are you calling me poor?”

“That's not what I'm saying at all and honestly, I feel like you know that's not what I'm saying-” your brows are furrowed, voice rising.

“So I'm delusional then?” He asks with a smile.

“Why do you get off on making yourself a victi-” his hand contracts around your throat and it tightens.

“Lemme stop you from saying what you wanna say because you really won't like the outcome.”

He squeezes one more time in warning before letting you go

“Why would I let you go? You're so perfect for me. We work well together.”

“Seongje, Please-”

“Shh… shh… shh…” he lets the cigarette hang off the side of his mouth before cupping both of your cheeks with both hands. He pushes back a stray braid and you tremble under the weight of not only his hands, but his gaze. His eyes are two endlessly cold voids. You don't wonder what's behind those eyes because you bet there's nothing there.

So focused, you've become, with Seongje's eyes, you barely notice his hand slithering down your neck. He feels you, touches you like he's just discovered something new…

“You've just made me more money than any of these useless scumbags ever have…” He stands closer and you watch as he opens his mouth to let the cigarette fall to the floor. You hear his foot stomp on it but your eyes are hazy with tears.

“I pride myself on being a good businessman… Letting you go?” He tsks, “That's not very good business.”

“Please, Seongje-”

“I do believe in rewards though so…” he lets his hand roam lower and lower. On its way down, he squeezes you tit through your shirt, causing a small gasp to slip through.

“Is it okay?” He asks in a low voice, “That im touching you like this?”

He waits patiently for a response that never comes. Truth is, you're completely and utterly overwhelmed. Caught in a web of feeling good and fucking terrible.

A tear falls.

“Shh,” he pats down your hair while all too slyly inching his hand up your skirt. “Seongje will make you feel better-”

You could tell him to stop, but your mind is clouded with all sorts of contradictions. You can't lie some more and say you don't find him even a little bit attractive. Isn't it fucking terrible how that works? This man has tormented you and yet-

“You're so wet, Princess,” you open your legs wider, only flinching when his fingers rub against your clothed cunt. You don't have the energy to look up at him, but you notice the visceral reaction his body is having from all this.

Over his shoulder, you notice the bloodied man unconscious on the floor.

“You just became wetter-” he whispers into your ear before cursing ever so lightly as his finger pushes aside your panties. You notice his movements becoming less controlled, far more hungry and you begin to pull away.

“Say it.” He urges, before fisting your neck in one tight grip. “I need you to say it.”

In a moment that feels unreal, Seongje pushes you backwards, forcing your feet into motion until he has you firmly pressed against a wall. “Say we work well together- tell me-”

You can't very well say much of anything because he's already sinking his index and middle finger into your cunt. Your mouth flies open and you're caught in a silent cry.

“Fuck- Look at how well we work together…” he says, bringing his fingers up to the light. He watches your slick coat, his fingers and something in you coils with disgust and immense pleasure.

His eyes immediately snap to you the second a small moan croaks out.

“F-Fuck-” you gulp in all the air you possibly can when his grip around your throat loosens. There's absolutely no space between you as he crowds you against the wall, staring down at you with the bad fluorescents reflecting against his glasses.

“You don't get to do that… You don't quit on me. I quit on you.” He's forcing his hand between your legs, this time he fucks you properly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and a tear falls.

“Say sorry.” He taunts with another manic smile flitting across his face, “I want you to take my fingers and tell me how sorry you are-”

“F-Fuck Seongje-” your hips snap awards and you stare up at him with watery eyes- watery eyes that havr his cocktail straining against his pants. He brings you in close by the nape of your neck while he forces you down until your clit meets the palm of his hand.

“You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna cum. And I hate cumming first.”

“Shit…” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you force yourself to grind down on his fingers. His hand around your throat is the only thing keeping you somewhat upright. You've slipped into that mental soace where you'll embarrass yourself to achieve orgasm. You needed this.

And him.

“What a greedy slut, huh? Tell me you're done with me. I want you to say it again-”

You can't say much of anything because you grab ahold of his wrist, keeping his fingers inside you as your orgasm crests and breaks.

You're screaming wildly, devoid of all rational thought, unprepared by the fact that a bleeding man still lays forgotten on the cold floor. All you feel is him. Jts all him and its suffocating.

You've quite literally found yourself in the clutches of a sadist and he's guiding You gently through your orgasm… patting your head down lightly like you were a delicate baby bird.

"Why would I ever let you go?"

[sixosix]

wanderer can fly; you cannot. he makes it his problem.

“What? Giving up already?”

“Shut—” heaving, you barely have the energy to flip him off, “shut the fuck up. Fuck off.”

Wanderer chuckles, all low and mean, as if his entire purpose in life is to ridicule you. He continues ascending overhead, moving and looking like an angel, but the words that come out of his mouth are far from angelic. “Careful, now. I know you overestimate yourself, but I won’t save you if you continue to scale a mountain with one hand.”

“Stop agitating me on purpose then!” You nearly slip from the intensity of your yell, but thankfully, it isn’t your time yet.

“How can I? You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Grumbling, you focus back on the mountain. Cute when mad. He must think he’s goddamn adorable, then.

You’re starting to lose sight of dents or protruding surfaces to get a hold of, and the mountain is getting steeper. You curse under your breath. If only you had Geo or Dendro—that’d help a lot much more. Maybe even Anemo, but that would be admitting defeat to the man who’s currently watching you intently.

Wanderer scoffs when your breath hitches, the surface you’re holding onto crumbling. He descends until you’re eye level. “Idiot, I told you that it’d be safer if we didn’t climb this all the way.”

“I know my limit.” Maybe. You may or may not have gotten a little over-competitive and jumped a few times, but that shouldn’t be a problem.

“Not more than I do,” he says.

“Don’t say it like that, weirdo.” You appraise the mountain overhead and, with a sunken stomach, realize that he’s right. There’s still a long way to go, and it’s a long fall back.

“Damn,” you say. You turn to Wanderer and blink up at him with wide eyes, hoping he would take the hint without having to say it outright.

Wanderer sighs, holding out his arms. “Jump.”

“Are you serious?”

“I won’t let you fall—of course I’m fucking serious.”

You grit your teeth, wondering if it’s easier to humiliate yourself and jump into his arms or to let gravity do its work.

“Hey,” Wanderer says, gliding closer and hovering an arm behind your waist. “No stupid ideas. Just jump and hold onto me.”

It’s always unsettling when Wanderer is not acting all bratty, like you’re not quite sure if you should goad him back to being mean or watch him bristle when you point it out. It’s been happening too often recently. That must be saying something about him if his soft moments are scarier than his jabs.

Wordlessly, you reach out for his shoulder with one hand and hold back a yelp when the lack of balance causes you to slip. You hold on tight around his neck, eyes wide and heart jittery. Wanderer secures his arms, moving in one swift motion. Before you even know it, he has one arm on your back and the other under your knees.

“How convenient it must be to have a ride as your companion,” Wanderer mutters in amusement at your relieved face.

“Yeah. That’s why I keep you around,” you say as he glides upward, barely straining from your weight. He looks as unaffected as ever.

He looks as infuriatingly and devastatingly beautiful as ever.

“Ha,” his smile is all sharp, “and not because you have a little crush on me?”

“You follow me around because you do. Don’t get it twisted.”

He snorts, tipping on something a little more genuine. You wisely decide to stop ogling at his face and enjoy the view of the sky instead. The blue of his clothes and the shade of his eyes are much prettier, but you’d rather lose that than start squirming in his arms. Not when he’s carrying you bridal style and all.

Finally, he descends, hardly disturbing the grass with his grace. He sets you down, arms crossed, as you pat yourself off from dirt and stuff.

“Well?”

You eye him warily. “What do you want?”

“Some semblance of manners will do,” he says, then leans close as if he’s baring his face for you. He’s been less and less subtle recently, too.

Nonetheless, you find yourself smiling. The things he’d do just to get a kiss—it nearly makes you laugh out loud. But then he’d start getting all irritated like a cat, and you much prefer when he’s sweet like this. Sweet in his very Wanderer way, you mean.

You kiss him on the cheek. He puffs up like some proud peacock. He calls you adorable all the time, but he’s the one who’s acting like this. It’s no wonder you keep him around.

[vibelladonna]

✑ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝜗𝜚 𝑔𝑒𝑜

Geo has officially claimed the spot as MY favorite character in TKATB. Honestly, It’s well-deserved. As an asexual person writing about an asexual-coded character, I have to say—there’s something about him that just hits differently.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions.

It’s like he sees you in a way that most characters don’t. And let’s be real, when Geo looks at you, it’s not just some fleeting glance—it’s intense, calculated, almost suffocating.

But romantic?

Nah. With him, it’s something else entirely.

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

Okay, so let’s talk about Geo as a boyfriend. First of all, congratulations on making that happen. Like, seriously, how did you pull it off?  If you’re dating Geo, consider yourself very lucky.

Nah, he's lucky for dating you.

Because let’s be real, Geo is not the type to just open his heart to anyone. This man’s walls are practically made of steel, and I’m sure it took some serious patience, persistence, and probably some sorcery to get him to even consider letting you in.

But hey, you did it. So now you’ve got yourself the most stoic, broody, and incredibly hot boyfriend. So let’s break it down! 

✑ The Silent Observer

Like said, getting close to Geo? Oh man, that was like trying to break into a vault without the code. And let’s be honest, at first, you probably weren’t even trying to get to him—he just happened to be standing there while you were hanging out with Crowe.

But of course, Geo being Geo, he’d hit you with those cold, piercing stares that made you question every single life choice.

And don’t even get me started on his bluntness. He’s the definition of the strong, silent type. He only speaks when he thinks something needs to be said, which means you’re never getting any filler or small talk from him. It’s not that he’s rude—he just values words and doesn’t see the point in wasting them. 

He’d just say it. Straight up. No filter. 

However, he does talk—pretty much one sentence though, it’s worth listening to because you’ll quickly realize how sharp he is. Geo’s intelligence and observant nature are on another level too… 

The kind of observant where he notices everything. He’s like that one friend who knows all the drama without ever saying a word. While Brittany would spill the tea loudly and proudly, Geo keeps it all locked away in that steel trap of a brain. He’s always watching, analyzing, and probably always two steps ahead.

It’s part of what makes him such a great strategist but also why he’s so cautious about trusting anyone.  

So, instead of running for the hills like most people would, you stayed. And honestly? That’s probably what made him start noticing you. You didn’t back off, didn’t try to fix him, didn’t push him to be someone he’s not—you just… stuck around.  

Geo doesn’t do well with people who pry or force their way in. But the fact that you respected his space and still made the effort to be there?

Yeah. That got to him.

Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.  

What’s crazy is how much he notices. Stuff about yourself that even you haven’t realized? Yeah, he’s already picked up on it. He’s the kind of guy who remembers your favorite drink, the way your fingers fidget with your sleeves when you're anxious, or that offhand comment you made weeks ago about something you wanted.

It’s honestly a little unsettling how much he takes in, but at the same time? It’s one of the ways he shows he cares.  

Geo’s not the type for over-the-top romance or constant sweet talk, but his actions? 

Louder than words. 

He’ll fix something before you even realize it’s broken, hand you exactly what you need before you think to ask, and make sure you’re taken care of in ways that feel so effortless it’s almost unfair.  

And when he does say something heartfelt? You know it’s real. Because Geo doesn’t just say things for the sake of saying them. When he speaks, he means it.  

Again, he picks up on everything. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love is the exact moment you start zoning out because you're tired.

He stores all that information away like it’s second nature—and then he uses it to make your day without you even realizing it.  

now i'm rambling here

Like, don’t be surprised if your favorite snack just magically appears when you’re having a rough day. Or if you casually check your bag one day and find tickets to that movie you’ve been dying to see—no note, no explanation, just Geo making sure you get what you want without making a big deal out of it.

If you ask him about it? He’ll just shrug like, “What? You wanted it, didn’t you?” 

And let’s not even get started on your birthday. Geo is ridiculously rich—it’s not even funny. He pretends he might forget (just to mess with you), but he’s had a reminder set forever, not that he needs it. 

At the end of the day, Geo’s way of showing love isn’t flashy—it’s in the details. He pays attention. He remembers. He knows you probably better than you know yourself. And honestly? 

That’s what makes it so unfairly attractive.

✑ Low-key Romantic

Alright, let’s be real—Geo isn’t the kind of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve. If anything, he’s probably got it locked away in a vault with a “Do Not Disturb” sign and a security system to keep everyone out.

But when Geo cares? He cares.

No half-measures, no second-guessing. Like I KNOW he's no heartless now.

If he lets you in—which, let’s be honest, is a miracle in itself—you have his full, unwavering loyalty. And why would he want anyone else? Geo’s not the type to jump from person to person.

When he chooses you, he chooses you.

That said, he’s also not about to make a big spectacle out of it. He keeps his love life locked down tight���partly because he’s private, but mostly because he refuses to let you deal with the chaos that comes from his fanbase and personal life.

He hates the idea of you getting swarmed by fangirls the way he does or his father knowing about you.

But that doesn’t mean he hides your relationship entirely.

Once in a blue moon—maybe once or twice a month—he’ll drop a little something on his Insta story. Just a picture of the two of you together. Your face? Hidden. No tags. No captions. But his friends and fangirls lose their minds over it every single time.

Because let’s be real—you’re both ridiculously attractive.

They'll eat it up.

And listen, Geo isn’t about that over-the-top romance or dramatic love confessions. He’s not the type to shower you with sweet words or be all over you in public—PDA? Yeah, it's not really his thing.

Hate is a strong word, but let’s just say he’s not a fan.  

When you first start dating, physical affection is practically nonexistent. But the closer you get, in private? Oh, ohhh, you realize real fast—this man is touch-starved. Like, embarrassingly so. He won’t outright say it but quietly melt into your touch when you play with his hair.

His favorite spot? Your lap. Or chest.

Geo lives for lying there while you run your fingers through his hair-shockingly soaking up your warmth like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. After a long, exhausting day of archery practice? Yeah, that’s his go-to way to unwind.  

Now, when it comes to kisses, this man is sneaky.

His favorite spot to kiss? Your neck. Why?

Because he likes watching you absolutely malfunction. Geo loves getting a reaction out of you, and nothing flusters you quite like that.

As for him? He likes being kissed on the cheek (if you can reach it, that is). Something about it feels so innocent and genuine—a rare, pure moment in the mess of a world he deals with daily.   

Also, let’s talk about jewelry: Necklaces or rings, for example. Not as much or for any deep reason—he just thinks they look cool, and he likes looking cool. But here’s where it gets cute: he buys you a simpler ring to his that matches your vibe.

Nothing fancy, still expensive just a simple little reminder that you’re his, and he’s yours. You wear them every day, and they become something sentimental.  

And the best part? Before archery matches, Geo’s been caught kissing the end of his necklace or ring for good luck. And when you tease him about it later? He doesn’t even flinch.

He just deadass looks at you and goes, “Yeah, I thought you’d send me the luck I needed to win. Not like I needed luck though—I’m just that—”

Just shut him up with a kiss already.

✑ Protective But Not Overbearing

Oh, Geo’s insanely protective—like, the kind of guy you just know has your back, no questions asked. But don’t get it twisted—he’s not clingy, not overbearing, and definitely not the type to smother you.

That’s just not his style.  

He’s more of a silent guardian type, always watching, always aware, but never in your way. He trusts you to handle yourself, and honestly? That says everything. Geo knows you’re capable, and he’s not about to hover like some overprotective watchdog.  

But let’s be real—if someone steps out of line with you? 

Oh, it’s game over. 

Geo may seem calm and composed most of the time, but when it comes to you? That sharp tongue of his? Lethal. He’s not loud, he’s not dramatic—he’ll cut people down with a single sentence and leave them wondering where they went wrong.  

And let’s not forget—this man is an archer. If someone really pushes their luck, they better hope they’re nowhere near a target, because one glare from him and a perfectly-placed bullseye is all it takes for people to get the message loud and clear.

No threats are needed. Just precision.  

The best part? Geo doesn’t do theatrics. No chest-puffing, no dramatic speeches—he shuts down nonsense with a few words and an energy so cold it could drop the room temperature. And maybe, just maybe, he’d beat the absolute shit out of someone in secret. Not that he’d ever tell you, of course.

But you’d know.

Because, well… you have a habit of playing with his hands when you’re both just chilling on the couch, and he lets you. Always. Which is exactly how you spot it—bruised knuckles, faint red marks across his pale skin, like he just went a round or two with someone’s face.

You narrow your eyes, tracing over the fresh marks. “Geo.”

He doesn’t look up from his phone. “What.”

“What happened to your hands?”

His fingers twitch slightly, but his expression stays flat. “Nothing.”

You glance between him and his definitely-not-nothing knuckles. “Oh, really? So, what, did you punch the air too hard?”

Geo exhales sharply, finally meeting your gaze. “You ask too many questions.”

You tilt your head, unimpressed. “And you deflect too much.”

For a second, it looks like he’s about to actually answer. Then, without missing a beat, he shifts entirely. “Hey, did you see that dumbass thing Deryl did today?”

You blink. “Geo—”

“No, because seriously, this idiot tried to—”

And just like that, the conversation is over. You could push it, but knowing him, you’d be sitting here for hours listening to him insult Deryl instead of getting an actual answer. So, for now, you just sigh and go back to playing with his fingers.

You’ll find out eventually. You always do.

That being said… he might keep you away from his older stepbrother, Hyugo, just to be safe. And honestly? Probably for the best.

At the end of the day, Geo’s way of protecting you isn’t about control—it's about making sure you’re safe without ever making you feel trapped. And honestly? That kind of quiet, no-BS loyalty?

It’s unbeatable.

✑ He Knows, always.

Geo? Oh, trust me, he absolutely knows how you’re feeling at all times, and he’s not shy about using that to his advantage.

Like I said, this man is fully aware you think he’s hot, and he uses that like a secret weapon.

If you’re mad at him? He’ll stand there, nodding along like he’s paying attention, but his eyes? Oh, they’re locked onto your face with that look—intense, unreadable, the kind that just stops you in your tracks.

Suddenly, whatever you were mad about doesn’t seem so bad because, holy hell, why is he looking at you like that? And if you somehow manage to keep your train of thought for, like, half a second?

He turns it up.

Without a word, he’ll gently cup your cheek WITH ONE HAND, tilt your face up so your eyes meet stern but soft eyes ofhis, and just like that? Poof, every rational thought you had flies out the window. Like how are you supposed to stay mad at him when he looks like that?

It’s impossible.

He knows it. You know it. Game over.

But it’s not just about teasing you or getting a rise out of you—Geo actually listens. Like, for real. When you’re upset, he’s not the type to bombard you with empty words or push you to talk. Let’s be real, the dude doesn’t do feelings.

Instead, he just sits next to you, hands you tissues like he’s a human Kleenex, and lets you lean on his shoulder without saying a word. His presence is like a steady rock in the middle of a storm.

No talking is needed. He’s just… there. Solid.

And, honestly, it’s pretty damn comforting. It’s not that he doesn’t care—he just has his own way of showing it.

A slow, silent walk to clear your head. A softened tone when he speaks. A steady hand on your back when words don’t feel enough.

And look, this is something I find insanely attractive, but when you’re just having a normal conversation with him?

Geo will hit you with the ultimate power move—leaning back in his seat, raising an eyebrow, smirking just enough to make your heart stutter. He’ll hum, all low and lazy, like, “Mhm? Oh, really?”

And the worst part? He’s fully aware of how your face heats up when he does it.

Yeah. He’s the worst. And also so unfairly hot.

✑ Tailored to You

Geo and the five love languages? Well… Spoiler alert: this man is low-key okay at all of them, even if he’ll never admit it.

— Words of Affirmation? 

So… Compliments?

Yeah, don’t hold your breath. He’s not going to gush about how you’re the most incredible person on the planet. 

But when he does say something nice? Oh, it means something. If Geo tells you, “That was impressive,” just know he’s basically screaming, “I’m so proud of you” on the inside.

And if you ever compliment him? Expect a half-hearted shrug and a muttered, “I guess,” but deep down, you know he’s preening like a cat that just caught a mouse.

— Acts of Service? 

This is where Geo shines. He’s not going to say, “I love you” outright, but he’ll carry your bag, or make sure you’re eating when you’ve had a rough day. 

Dating Geo means having someone who sees you, even when you think no one else does. He’s a protector, a confidant, and someone who keeps things real—all wrapped up in a broody, mysterious package. 

Need something heavy moved? Done. Can’t open a jar? No problem. He’s like a one-man life support system, quietly taking care of you while pretending it’s no big deal.

— Receiving Gifts?

Geo doesn’t do flashy gifts, but when he gives you something? It’s weirdly specific and thoughtful. Like, you’ll casually mention liking a certain anything once, and boom—it’s sitting in front of your door the next day. He’ll pretend it’s not a big deal, though.

“Oh, I just saw it at the store,” he’ll say, even though you know he went out of his way to get it.

— Quality Time?

This one is Geo’s bread and butter. He’s all about meaningful moments. Forget big group hangouts or extravagant plans—he’d rather spend a quiet evening with you, just existing in the same space. You could be doing something as mundane as grocery shopping, and he’d still find a way to make it feel special.

And if you’re both just sitting in silence, reading or scrolling on your phones? That’s peak romance for him.

— Physical Touch?

All right, let’s be real—Geo isn’t big on touchy-feely stuff. He’s the type to freeze up if someone hugs him unexpectedly. But with you? He warms up to it. He’s still awkward as hell at first, but over time, he’ll start initiating small touches—a hand on your shoulder, brushing hair out of your face, or even holding your hand when no one’s looking.

And if you hug him? He’ll grumble about it, but he secretly loves it.

In conclusion? Geo’s love language is basically Geo Language—quiet, understated, and 100% tailored to you. He’s not going to shout his feelings from the rooftops, but if you pay attention, his actions scream, “You’re my person, and I’m not letting you go.”

✑ Tailored to Him

So you wanna know Geo’s love languages? As unique as he is and if we had to rank them, here’s the holy trinity that makes this stoic archer tick:

Geo is an independent guy, but even the most self-sufficient people need someone who understands them. He craves someone who respects his need for space but knows when to step in with the right kind of support.

— Acts of Service (His #1, obviously)

Geo isn’t the type to ask for help—he’s too independent for that. But when you step in and do something thoughtful for him without being asked? 

That’s how you win this man over. 

He’s got this quiet appreciation for when people notice the little things, like brewing him tea when he’s had a rough day or cleaning up his gear after practice. Bonus points if you surprise him with something related to his hobbies, like a rare Japanese opera recording or a new pot for one of his plants. Acts of service show him that you’re paying attention, and trust me, he notices.

— Quality Time

Geo doesn’t want loud, over-the-top outings or big social gatherings. In fact, the less noise and chaos, the better. What he really craves is quiet, intentional moments with someone who just gets him. 

Sitting together in a cozy home, tending to his potted plants, or watching the intricate art of shadow puppetry—these are the things that speak to his soul. Geo thrives in these quiet spaces where he can relax, reflect, and enjoy meaningful companionship. 

Just don’t interrupt if he’s hyper-focused on something. He’ll side-eye you into another dimension.

— Receiving Gifts

Okay, hear me out—Geo hates getting gifts, right? I mean, he literally burned the random Valentine’s Day presents people gave him that one time. Absolute menace behavior, but honestly? It’s kind of funny in a this-man-does-not-care way. But here’s the twist: Geo’s not against all gifts. He’s just very particular.

See, he doesn’t want over-the-top, flashy stuff. No giant teddy bears, love letters, heart-shaped balloons, or anything that screams “cliché.” If you even think about giving him something generic, he’ll give you that deadpan look that could shrivel your soul. However, thoughtful, personalized gifts? 

That’s a whole different story.

Picture this: you show up with a sleek, modern pot for one of his beloved plants, or maybe a rare variety of seeds that he hasn’t gotten his hands on yet. Geo would never say it out loud, but inside?

He’s lowkey impressed.

Or let’s say you score him tickets to a Japanese opera—something you know he’d appreciate but would never bother getting for himself. Now, that would leave him quietly staring at you like,

“…You actually get me?”

And don’t even get me started on shadow puppetry. If you found a book about advanced techniques or a vintage lamp to use for creating the perfect shadows? You’d probably see the faintest flicker of a smile—like, barely there, but it counts.

With Geo, it’s not about spending a ton of money or going big. It’s about showing that you know him—that you’ve paid attention to his quirks, his hobbies, and the things that make him tick.

When the gift reflect his personality and interests? 

That’s when you see the softer side of him, the part of him that’s secretly thinking, “...How did I end up with someone like this?”

And yeah, he might not say that, because Geo and verbal affection are basically strangers. But the way he takes care of that plant pot or treasures that opera ticket? 

That’ll tell you everything you need to know.

✑ Cultural Depth 

Geo’s all about his Japanese roots, but he doesn’t go around making a big deal about it. It’s in the small things—the quiet traditions he carries, the way he’ll casually drop some next-level cultural knowledge.

— Sharing His World (Quietly)

Geo isn’t the type to throw you into the deep end of his culture, but if you hang around him long enough, he’ll start to let you in. It’s like a slow reveal in a really good book—you don’t even realize you’re getting hooked until you’re deep into it. 

He’ll start small, teaching you a word or two in Japanese. Nothing too complicated at first—basic phrases like arigatou or ohayou. God writing this is killing me…

But if you’re patient (and don’t butcher the pronunciation), he might hit you with the poetic, meaningful stuff. Like, “The moon tonight reminds me of home,” kind of poetic.

And food? Oh, he’s low-key a food snob, but in the best way. If he takes you out for sushi, don’t embarrass him by drowning it in soy sauce, okay? He might roll his eyes, but deep down, he’ll think you’re a lost cause. 

Bonus points if you ask him to show you how to make something traditional, though. Watching him calmly explain how to roll onigiri while being so exact about it? Weirdly cute.

— Secret Nerd Side

Geo doesn’t advertise it, but he has a soft spot for traditional Japanese arts. Shadow puppetry? Yeah, that’s a thing he knows. He won’t just show you for fun, though—you’ll have to ask and even then, it’s going to be, like, the most casual display ever. He’ll make a crane with his hands in the middle of a quiet moment, the shadow falling perfectly on the wall, and act like it’s no big deal. 

Meanwhile, you’re sitting there, wondering if he’s secretly an 80-year-old trapped in a hot college guy’s body.

Oh, and don’t even get him started on Japanese opera. It’s his go-to when he needs to vibe or think. You might catch him with his headphones in, looking all stoic, and he’s probably listening to something hauntingly beautiful and dramatic. But good luck getting him to admit it.

✑ Such Spa Days

If there’s one thing you should know about Geo, it’s that he takes self-care very seriously.

Like I just know he's the type whose morning routine consists of opening the window to let in fresh air, taking a deep breath, morning yoga, skin care, meditation, and drinking his favorite tea, that's how he starts his day.

Also this man isn’t just about keeping clean—he’s practically the ambassador of flawless skin. His routine is a whole event, and don’t even think about interrupting it unless you want to be met with one of his signature cold stares.

Geo’s all about precision, from his perfectly tied low ponytail to his smooth, glowing complexion that looks like it came straight out of a skincare ad.

He’s the guy who has a shelf full of serums, toners, face masks, and creams, all neatly organized by purpose and ingredient list. Oh, and he definitely uses products with names you can’t pronounce but that sounds expensive.

He’s from the rich side of the society anyway…

Sunday nights? They’re sacred.

You’ll find Geo in full spa mode, complete with a fluffy towel draped over his shoulders and maybe even some calming Japanese opera music playing softly in the background. He’ll light a candle (something subtle, probably sandalwood or green tea) and go through his routine like it’s a religious ceremony.

Cleansing, exfoliating, masking—he’s got it all down to a science.

And don’t get him started on baths. Geo’s baths are an experience. He’ll fill the tub with just the right temperature water, toss in some herbal bath salts or a soothing bath bomb, and relax like he’s starring in a luxurious retreat commercial. He even has a book propped up nearby or maybe a cup of tea to complete the vibe.

The best part? Geo’s love for spa days isn’t just about himself—it’s an extension of his personality. He values control and discipline, and his skincare routine is a reflection of that. Every step, every product, is carefully chosen because it’s his way of staying grounded in a chaotic world.

Now, if you’re lucky enough to be part of his life, he might invite you into his sacred self-care space. Don’t expect anything over the top, though. Geo’s not going to gush about it, however he’ll casually hand you a face mask or suggest a product he thinks you’ll like.

It’s his way of saying, “I care,” without actually saying it.

But be warned—if you touch his stuff without asking, he’ll probably give you a look that could freeze fire or straight up cruse you out becasue why are you touching his stuff without asking.

He’s protective of his skincare collection, and for good reason.

You’ll never forget the day you used his serum without permission and had to endure a five-minute lecture about 'proper application techniques' while he looked genuinely offended.

Now, let’s get one thing straight: Geo’s devotion to skincare doesn’t just stop with himself. Oh no, if you’re doing it wrong, he will notice—and he will step in.

Say you’re casually applying your skincare collection one day, just slapping it on like it’s sunscreen at the beach.

Geo, from across the room, will stop dead in his tracks, narrow his aquamarine eyes, and calmly say, “What are you doing?” in a tone that sends shivers down your spine.

Before you can even protest, he’s already approaching with that look—the one that says, “I didn’t want to get involved, but you’ve left me no choice.”

Geo doesn’t offer to fix your skincare routine; he takes over. He’s not the type to sugarcoat it either. “You’re wasting product,” he’ll mutter, carefully squeezing the perfect amount of serum onto his fingertips before gently patting it into your skin. “And you’re supposed to press it in, not rub it like you’re sanding wood.” And "Don't use that one, it's bleach your skin."

And honestly? He’s ridiculously good at help you.

His hands are steady, his movements precise, and for someone who doesn’t talk much, he somehow explains every step with just enough detail to make you realize how little you knew about skincare to begin with.

Geo is not one for half-measures, so don’t be surprised when he starts rearranging your entire routine. Suddenly, you’ve got a multi-step process you never asked for, complete with double cleansing, toners, serums, and a nightly mask rotation.

You didn’t even know what a niacinamide serum was before, but now you have one, and you’re using it correctly, thank you very much.

The funniest part? Geo never complains about doing your skincare. He acts mildly exasperated, sure, but you catch the tiniest flicker of pride when your skin starts glowing like his. 

And while he’d never admit it out loud, he secretly likes having an excuse to take care of you. It’s his way of showing he cares without all that messy emotional talk.

But if you dare to slack off? Oh, you’ll hear about it.

“You didn’t put on sunscreen today, did you?” he’ll ask, his tone low and judgmental as he crosses his arms. “Don’t come crying to me when you age prematurely.” And yet, despite all the teasing, he’ll still hand you his favorite SPF because, deep down, he can’t stand the idea of you not taking care of yourself.

At the end of the day, Geo’s skincare obsession isn’t just about looking good—it’s about discipline, self-respect, and now, begrudgingly, making sure you’re glowing just as much as he is. 

In the end, Geo’s love for spa days isn’t just a quirky habit—it’s part of what makes him who he is. It’s his way of maintaining balance, staying composed, and, let’s be honest, looking damn good while doing it. 

✑ He's a Meance

Geo is a menace.

Like straight up, If you’re shorter than him? You’re an armrest now. Sorry. And don’t let the whole “stoic, too cool to care” act fool you—this man is criminally competitive. Like, sure, he looks all calm and collected, but the second you break out Uno or a board game?

It’s over. He plays to destroy, not just win. And the worst part? His trash talk is so casual yet devastating. “Huh. Interesting move,” he’ll murmur, placing his piece exactly where it ruins your entire plan. Trivia night? Good luck. This man is a walking encyclopedia and will hit you with random facts just to flex.  

And yeah, he lets you win sometimes—just don’t expect him to admit it. You’ll catch him accidentally fumbling a Jenga piece or conveniently forgetting an easy trivia answer, but what if you call him out? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Straight face. No shame.  

But when he loses?

Oh, it’s personal.

Beat him in a cooking challenge? Suddenly, your pancakes aren’t “fluffy enough.” Outshoot him in archery? Now he’s muttering about “beginner’s luck” like you didn’t just humble him.

Speaking of archery—yeah, he tried to teach you. At first, you sucked. Arrows were flying everywhere, and you could feel the secondhand embarrassment radiating off him. But instead of roasting you (too much), he’d sigh, adjust your stance, and mumble, “It’s not that hard.” 

Then, one day? It clicked. And suddenly, you were hitting every bullseye. Geo just stared at you, then the target, then back at you. “You’ve been practicing without me.” You hadn’t, but he refuses to believe it.

Now he challenges you constantly—bullseye races, trick shots, anything to reclaim his dignity. And when you win? That subtle crease in his brow tells you everything.

But despite the wounded pride, he’s secretly proud as hell. If anyone else tries to challenge you, he’s the first to brag: “They’re best shot here.” Deadpan. Like he wasn’t just sulking five minutes ago.  

Oh, and Geo’s not just competitive—he’s annoying. He lives to mess with you. Comes back from archery practice, and he's sometimes all gross and sweaty?

idk why I said this because I feel like this mf doesn't sweat or gross.

Yeah, that’s the perfect time for a surprise hug. If you try to push him off, he gets pouty—and dealing with a grumpy Geo is way worse, so you always cave. WHICH YOU HATE BECAUSE the hugs are elite just rare as hell AND HE KNOWS THAT, so it’s a win and lose for you. 

And don’t even try to be romantic with his ass. Like if you send him a sweet text like. “Good morning! Please have a great day, ily <3”?

Left on fucking read. Or worse, ‘k.’ A minute later? ‘simp.’

You send back, ‘bruh, I hate you.’  

He prefers video calls over texting anyway.

If he’s away at an archery match—long distance from you, he debates calling you while you’re asleep—doesn’t want to wake you, but also kinda wants to see your face.

Instead, he wakes up at stupid o’clock just to call you when you’re up, but if you ask? “Nah, just had practice.”

And you like, "Geo it's fucking 4AM over there, what."

Yeah. Sure. Keep the act up, Geo.

We all know you’re down horrendous.

✑ He's Aro/Ace

Geo’s sex drive is… complicated, the reason why becuase he's aroace, a shortened term for aromantic asexual, or individuals who experience little to no romantic or sexual attraction. Sex and Romance is not something he actively wants/needs or thinks about.

Morning wood? Yeah, it happens—he’s human. But is he waking you up to "fix" it? Absolutely fucking not. Man’s already in the cold shower, dealing with it like it's an inconvenience because, to him, that’s exactly what it is.  

For Romantic stuff, though? That’s on the table.

Kissing, cuddling, slow intimate touches—I'll like to say he'll do it for you if ask and don't push about it. Like It’s never about escalation with him, just the closeness. If anything, he finds more satisfaction in making you feel loved rather than anything physical.  

That said, Geo loves your body—but not in a sexual way. More in the “I like how soft and warm you are, so I’m just gonna hold you forever” kind of way. When is he in cling mode?

Oh, you’re done.

You will be trapped under his weight while he mutters something about how comfortable you are. 

Anyway, not that he’ll admit any of this, of course. If you ask why he suddenly pulled you into a cuddle pile, keeping you locked against his chest with an arm draped over your waist, he’ll just shrug. “What? You’re warm.”

But you know better.

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You could be wearing the most revealing outfit ever—something that would have most guys tripping over themselves—and Geo’s reaction? A single glance, a slow nod, and a casual, “Huh. Looks nice.” That’s it.

No gawking, no flustered stammering, no immediate change in demeanor. He acknowledges it, registers that you look good, and then goes right back to whatever he was doing, completely unfazed.  

But let’s be real—just because he’s not reacting outwardly doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. Oh, he notices, and while he won’t say much, he’s definitely thinking about it. Not in a possessive or jealous way, but more in a “Tch. now I gotta keep an eye on every dude within a 10-mile radius” kind of way.  

Especially if you wearing so fucking outrageous, like a bunny suit? Bro, he's in disbelief... like why would you wear such a thing???

Because at the end of the day, Geo is still protective. He might not be the type to hover or make a scene, but he doesn’t like the idea of other men staring at you like you’re something to be claimed.

And if he catches someone looking a little too long?

They’re getting the look—that sharp, unreadable stare that says, “You don’t want to make this a problem.”

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Geo doesn’t need sex, doesn’t crave it, and again, sure as hell isn’t driven by it. But if it’s something you want? He’ll do it for you—just no rush, no pressure, okay? He takes his time, always reading the moment and making sure you’re on the same page.

If you’re not feeling it? Cool, neither is he.

If you are? Just... give him a few days. Maybe a month.

And honestly? It hits at the most random times.  

You’ll be chilling on the bed—scrolling through your phone, curled up with a book, idk, most likely maybe zoned out watching a show—and then, boom. Arms around you. No warning.

Just Geo pulling you in, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. No words, no explanation—just him pressing close like he needs you there.  

It’s his way of saying, 'I want you.'

But instead of saying it, he just does it.  

Now at first, you'll think this mf wants a hug or cuddle. Because if you asked him you want to try it and he's like "Okay, I'll think about it." Bro thought about it for like a damn month.

I don't blame him because he's most likely his first time.

So you perhaps forgot. And he can see that? So instead of straight up telling you, because you express to him so so so many times that his words can be such a damn mood-killing.

So, he'll turn you around, his hands lingering on your arms, slow and deliberate. His fingers brush against your skin, light as a whisper, giving you a second to realize what’s happening. His gaze meets yours—steady, searching—before flickering down to your lips.

A pause. A silent question.  

Then, he leans in. No rush, no hesitation—just a slow, lingering kiss, deep enough to make your breath hitch. It’s soft at first, testing, then firmer as he presses closer, like he wants to memorize every second of it. His forehead rests against yours when he finally pulls away, breath steady, hands still holding you like he’s afraid to let go too soon.  

This is how he tells you everything.

No grand speeches, no dramatic confessions—just touch, just presence. His way of saying 'You matter' without ever needing the words.  

At the end of the day, Geo’s libido exists, sure—but you are what drives him, not sex. And trust me...

Please love him no matter what

✑ Flaws? There’s a few… shit perhaps like five?

Now nobody’s perfect—not even our polished, broody archer.

Geo’s got his fair share of flaws, and honestly? They add to his charm in that I-don’t-know-why-I-like-this-but-I-do kind of way. 

First of all, he’s stubborn as hell.

Geo’s stubbornness could rival a brick wall and spoiler: you’re not winning an argument against him. Once his mind is made up, that’s it—game over. Whether it’s something as simple as how to fold laundry (he has a system) or something as big as life choices, he sticks to his guns like they’re glued to him. 

Convincing him to budge? Good luck; you’ll need it.

Second, he doesn’t believe in second chances.

Mess up once, and that’s it—you’re done. Geo’s not the type to forgive and forget; it’s more like, “You did what? Cool, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” He’s incredibly selective about who he lets in, so if someone breaks his trust, they’re out for good. 

It’s harsh, but for Geo, it’s about protecting himself.

Third, picky with a Capital P.

Geo’s the kind of person who knows exactly what he wants, and if something doesn’t meet his standards? Nope. He’s picky about everything—his appearance (always flawless), his environment (no mess, no chaos), and even the people he surrounds himself with. 

If you’re lucky enough to pass his “quality control,” congrats, you’ve made it to the inner circle.

Fourth, mean asf and straight-up rude sometimes.

He's the type of partner who is mean as hell but somehow still your favorite. The relationship dynamic is less sweet and affectionate and more sarcastic, begrudging, and a little toxic but in a way that keeps you entertained.

Like he's not the type to sugarcoat anything. If your outfit looks bad? He’ll tell you. If you’re being annoying? You’ll hear about it.

But at the same time, if anyone else talks down to you? He’s shutting that down immediately—because only he gets to roast you.

If you get yourself into trouble, he’s there. Not happily, not gently—he will drag you out of danger while muttering, "Are you actually incapable of making good decisions?"

He won’t outright say he cares, but the way he pulls you behind him when things get serious? Yeah. You know.

Uhh, let's see... He doesn’t say, “I love you.” Instead, it’s:

"You’re less insufferable today."

"I’d rather deal with you than anyone else."

"If you die, I’m going to be so pissed."

You just have to translate the affection.

Like mention before he will not let you win in anything just to be nice. If you challenge him to a game, an argument, anything—he’s playing to win.

But if he sees you actually struggling? That’s when he quietly steps in to help—never admitting it, of course.

He won’t admit he worries, however you’ll catch him lingering outside your place when you’re sick or making sure you get home safe.

If you call him out on it, expect immediate denial: "I was just passing by. Don’t get weird about it."

Five, Geo’s got walls on walls.

Geo isn’t just guarded—he’s practically a damn fortress. He doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t share easily, and sure as hell doesn’t need anyone prying into his business.

If you ask too many personal questions? Expect him to shut that down with a sharp look and an even sharper comment.

He’s always watching, analyzing, and second-guessing people’s intentions like he’s running a background check in real time. AKA Daddy Issues™. He’s been taught that vulnerability is a weakness, and weakness is unacceptable.

And even if you do manage to get close? Don’t think that means you’ve cracked him completely. I have a feeling Geo selectively lets people in—just enough to keep them around, never enough to feel like they have power over him.

So, what does this all mean?

Well... I mean... this is how the relationship would play out.

He’ll share things in pieces. You won’t get a full backstory—you’ll get fragments, scattered across different conversations, months apart.

He’s the king of deflection. Ask him something too personal, and suddenly, he’s talking about your issues instead.

“Why do you care?”

“And this matters to you because…?”

“Shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself instead?”

Physical affection? Again, he'll tolerate it—on his terms. You can’t just grab his hand out of nowhere; he’ll pull away instinctively. But if he’s the one reaching for you?

That’s when you know you’ve made progress.

He might never fully open up. Even if he cares, even if he loves you, there will always be parts of him that stay locked away. Not because he doesn’t trust you—because trusting people with everything isn’t something he knows how to do.

Geo’s a tough shell to crack, and maybe that’s part of his appeal. You know the walls are high, but if you’re one of the few who gets past them? That’s when you see the rare moments of honesty, the softer side he barely even admits exist

Like I know Geo’s flaws can make him seem intimidating and hard to approach, but they’re also part of what makes him so uniquely him.

His stubbornness shows his determination, and his lack of second chances highlights how much he values loyalty and his pickiness. Well, it’s just another way he shows that he’s got high standards—whether for himself or the people around him.

Still, if you’ve made it into his inner circle, congrats—you’re probably one of the few people he truly feels safe with. And that?

That’s priceless.

Is he perfect? Nope. But would we I want him any other way? Nope.

✑ Thoughts + Ranting

Alright, let’s get one thing straight: Geo has serious trust issues. Self-image as a person. And honestly? Again, Daddy Issues™. 

We don’t know everything about his past, but we know enough to figure out that whatever happened left him with walls so high they make a medieval fortress look like a picket fence.

Like, this man isn’t just guarded—he’s got emotional security measures in place that could rival a high-security vault. 

Moat? Check. Drawbridge? Pulled up. Guard dragons? Probably.

Nobody really knows Geo. Sure, we know the basics:

He’s filthy rich. (Like, limo-picking-him-up-from-class rich.)

He’s stupidly good at archery. (If you gave him an arrow and told him to shoot a dime out of the air, he’d probably do it just to shut you up.)

His death glare could halt traffic. (And possibly cause minor cardiac arrest.)

But beyond that? Nothing.

Like my dearest readers, I kid you not, figuring him out wasn't easy.

Trying to read Geo is like trying to solve a puzzle where half the pieces are missing, and the remaining ones are written in a language you don’t understand. Every expression, every word, every reaction—he controls them so carefully it’s impossible to tell what’s real and what’s just a calculated response.

Like the only reason I’ve pieced together information about him as much as I have? Pattern recognition.

He deflects when things get too personal.

His silence speaks volumes. When he chooses not to respond, it’s usually because the truth would reveal too much.

His actions contradict his words. Geo will act like he doesn’t care, but then he’s the first one to step in when something happens. He won’t say he’s worried, but you’ll catch him watching, listening, making sure the ones he cares about are safe.

Anyway, Geo used to be High Class—fancy, untouchable, the whole package—but then bam some kind of near-accident happened, and he got booted down to the Low-Class building.

Can you imagine the whiplash? Going from being at the top of the food chain to the bottom? That kind of thing doesn’t just bruise your ego; it leaves emotional scars. 

And let’s be real, Geo doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to sit down and talk about his feelings and thoughts.

And then there’s Hyugo, Geo’s stepbrother and certified mortal enemy as Geo very much claims.

If you’ve played the game, you already know the vibes. Mention Hyugo’s name around Geo, and boom—instant disgust. Like, man doesn’t even try to hide it. His whole face scrunches up like he just smelled expired milk.

And then, he hits you with the classic, “Nope, we’re not talking about that.” No explanation, no backstory, just vibes. It’s lowkey hilarious how much he’s committed to pretending Hyugo doesn’t even exist. For me.

I feel like Hyugo has something to do with Geo’s big fall from High Class. Like, maybe Hyugo was the one who caused whatever accident messed up Geo’s status. Was it on purpose? Was it an accident? Who knows! But Geo clearly decided, “Yeah, you’re dead to me.” Now, the name “Hyugo” might as well be a four-letter word in Geo’s dictionary.

And then there’s Crowe—the only person Geo actually trusts. And you know that didn’t happen overnight. Crowe probably had to work overtime, chipping away at Geo’s defenses like he was mining for gold. It was probably like:

Crowe: “Hey, let’s be friends." Geo: Stares in suspicion for six months straight. Crowe: “Alright, cool, I’ll wait.”

If it took Crowe that long to get through, shit Idk how Deryl does it, probably doesn't give two fuck and still bothers Geo, what does that mean for literally anyone else?

Good luck, because Geo ain’t handing out trust like candy.

Now, let’s talk about you. The fucking MC. Geo doesn’t say much to you, but the way he just… stares at you? Constantly? It’s like he’s trying to solve some crime scene in his head, and you’re the number-one suspect. You’re just standing there like, “Uh, did I do something wrong? Or do I just look suspicious?”

Honestly, it’s so awkward and funny. Like, dude, either spill whatever you need to say or stop looking at me like that. But nah, Geo’s gonna stay quiet, because why use words when you can silently judge someone instead?

That’s the Geo experience in a nutshell.

Maybe he doesn’t trust you because of something to do with Crowe—like, maybe he thinks you’re toying with Crowe’s feelings ouch, judgmental much?. Or—plot twist—he’s onto something way bigger.

What if he already knows you’re being stalked by whatever creepy thing is lurking in the shadows, and he’s just keeping tabs to figure out why it’s after you?

Who knows?

But here’s the thing about Geo: he’s not super complicated to figure out in the game. He’s more of a supporting character—like that mysterious friend everyone secretly simps for but who tragically isn’t dateable. Pain. 

He’s just this quiet, chill dude with sharp words, killer aim, and a ponytail that probably smells like fancy shampoo. And somehow, he’s still everyone’s type. Go figure.

So yeah, Geo’s like a locked box made of solid silver—fancy, mysterious, and absolutely refusing to open. Respect the whole “keeping it classy” vibe, but come on, man—just crack the lid a little!

I know he's not an easy person to love, but the way he does love?

It’s deep, rare, and real.

He’ll never fake kindness, but when he does let his guard down, it feels earned. He sees you as his equal—someone who doesn’t back down, who doesn’t let his reputation scare them away.

And that, I feel like that's enough. For me anyway

[dragon-ascent]

Rex Lapis can read thoughts that are about him. Your thoughts are...interesting, to say the least.

The Geo Lord is passing by the market, eagerly observing the new shops that have popped up since his last visit. His presence naturally attracts a crowd, and they're respectful enough to keep their distance as he promenades leisurely.

He's used to the whirl of thoughts that follow his every move, but right there in the middle of the whirlpool is a strange little solitary boat that comprises your mind.

Oh my gosh, He’s here! Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic- oh oh, He can read thoughts that are about Him, so all I have to do is not imagine Him doing anything weird! Like…being stark naked and doing a chicken dance! …oh, oops…I just did.

For the next few nights, all of the deity's dreams are plagued by that image of himself doing a strange nude dance, the scene having burned itself into his memory against his will.

One day he's stopped to admire some pretty flowers along his path, and picks up on a sound that's very clearly not the birds chirping.

Holy fucking SHIT, He's here again! I knew I should have done sit-ups to make my butt look nicer before leaving home! Or maybe my butt is fine as is? Oh, I'll just walk on by and hope He notices...

Moments later, he turns around to find you doing a strange crab-walk, facing away from him as you pass by. You glance at him over your shoulder, and then when you catch him watching, you run a hand through your hair in what he assumes is meant to be a cool manner. You pause, trying to get the hair manoeuvre right, and then when you're satisfied, you continue your stupid little crab-walk away from him, hips gyrating like a donkey's.

One time, he is talking to your people regarding the fairness of contracts, and how important it is to respect the terms of a contract. Failure to do so would result in punishment personally delivered by himself, as the God of Contracts. Right on cue, there you are in the crowd, staring like a deer in headlights, and he immediately attunes himself to your mind.

Eeeeek! What kind of punishments does He administer? Maybe I should buy myself some handcuffs and a paddle in case I break a contract and He comes unprepared…

He throws you a firm look as if telling you to calm yourself and not think such lewd thoughts. Honestly, what kind of god do you think he is?! Rex would never commit such improper-

Yikes! He’s staring right at me! Maybe He doesn't like the colour of the handcuffs and paddle I'm envisioning..! Okay okay, breathe. No more pink fluffy cuffs! Only--brown fluffy cuffs! ...oh, He's still unhappy about that from the look on His face...

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Power Imbalance, Mind Control

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Yandere!Zhongli, despite his nature as the Archon of Geo, isn't as restrictive as one might think at first. Quite the opposite, actually. He'll say it himself, as he forces you to stay still in his strong arms, trapped inside his Adeptal Domain. He wishes he could give you more privileges, but he simply can't trust you.

Of course, you press him about this, you say he can trust you. With no other option but to fight for any scraps of freedom you can get, you're willing to grovel on your knees for anything, as much as you hate yourself for doing so.

At the sight of your desperation, Zhongli has to mask the way the corners of his lips twitch up, eyes predatory, draconic instinct seeping through a human facade. With the flick of a hand, a thick roll of paper pops into existence in front of your head. The very end of it unfurls, revealing what looks like a place where a signature is written.

For a contract.

Sign it, Zhongli says, and he will grant you multiple privileges listed in the contract: he'll allow you to leave his Adeptal Domain when possible, write to your family and friends, leave you alone for a set time if you so desire, and more listed in the contract.

Your hand itches for the crystalline, amber pen floating next to the contract, beckoning you to write your name, but you control the urge. You've already been played for a fool by a foe you once called a friend, and you won't fall for his foul ploys any longer.

So, you pull the contract to unfurl it. The paper flows like water, gushing across the floor like a wild stream down the bed to the floor, across the bedroom, through the door, into the kitchen, continuing on, and on, and on. It seems like days go by until finally, the contract is fully unscrolled.

Zhongli is less than pleased at your wariness, a disappointed sigh echoing through the still room. He had hoped you would be less uncooperative, but he will allow you a day to read the contents of the contract. After all, time is of the utmost importance, even for the immortal.

You glare at the god, but know that you cannot allow anger to cloud your mind. With only a day to read such a dense document, there's no time to spare.

When you look down to start reading the contract itself, though, your eyes widen in confusion.

The words on the paper are almost kaleidoscopic, warping and twisting and forming new phrases every second. One moment, you think you can read "the"; the next, those same letters have become "remain". Looking back up, Zhongli has a pitying smile on his face. "Dearest treasure, do you see now that this game is a fruitless endeavor?" He asks, a hand reaching to brush against your jaw, sliding tenderly across your skin. "I would not lie to you about these things. I have never lied to you," he says.

For a moment, you almost mistake his tone as kind, like you almost mistook everything about Zhongli—a polite, cultured gentleman who turned out to be a possessive, obsessed dragon—until you realize how patronizing his words are. You want to curse him to the Abyss and back, but hold back your hatred. "I'd prefer to read the contract." You look back down, and begin attempting to decipher the undulating paragraphs.

Hours pass by, and you've made no progress. Through it all, Zhongli has stayed by your side, whispering cloying words in an attempt at disarming your defenses. You've managed to stay strong in the face of his unending patience though.

But while you're smart, Zhongli is a god, with thousands of years of knowledge ingrained in his mind. And he knows eventually, one argument will break you down. So, he keeps trying.

"Time is running out, my sweet. But before this offer disappears, I will give you one last chance to sign," he says. "Besides, even if I am being dishonest about the contents of the contract, can things really get worse than this? At least by signing the contract, there's a chance your circumstances may improve."

His logic is sound, drowning out the dissonant thoughts scrambling your mind. You hate the idea of agreeing with Zhongli, but at this point, it's hard to see a reason not to sign it.

With trembling fingers, you pick up the pen. It's slightly warm in your hand, the way a rock in the afternoon sun would be. Smiling like he knew this would happen all along, Zhongli makes a motion with one hand, causing the contract to begin rolling up. After waiting several moments, all that's left unrolled is the space where you will sign your name.

The pen slashes against the paper, marring it with an ink-black scar that reads your name.

Then you feel it. The lightness in your chest, as though you're untethered to the world around you. Thoughts in your mind begin to pop like soap bubbles, fear dissipating into pure nothingness. You can hardly hear your spouse chuckling over the absolute blankness blanketing your mind.

Yes, Zhongli would allow you many more freedoms now. After all, you had sold your mind, body, and soul to him. Escape was impossible. You were clay in his hands, and he would mold you into a perfect, obedient lover.

[shomixremix]

AT MERCY OF THE SAVIOURS

this is basically just gangfucking my team in genshin. but i do have one hot team, at least!

and thank you all sm for 100 followers!! this is like a little special for that occasion hehe

tags: zhongli, itto, alhaitham, wriothesley, female! reader, smut, gangbanging, blowjob, rough sex, creampie

-> listen. i do not know how or why the ex-geo archon turned businessman, a feral demon from inazuma who says fuck you to the authorities, a badass scholar from sumeru who's done with everyone and the count of criminals from fontaine would ever be in a same place let alone doing the same thing, yet here they are, gang-fucking the reader.

(can you imagine how much smuttier this will get once i pull for neuvillette)

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

"mhh, fuck, so good, doll.." wriothesley grunted as he fucked you from the back, pounding into you with a steady pace. his thick fingers squeezed your meaty hips, sternly holding you in place. his thick cock was entering, no, abusing your greedy hole, each time making sure you could feel every single one of his inches dragging harshly against your plushy walls.

you tried to moan, scream, make any sound from how good he felt - but you couldn't, not with zhongli's dick so deep in your throat.

"yes..." the ex-archon sighed, a couple of beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "you feel otherworldly, my dear. keep on sucking like that for me, hm?"

his words thick with praise made your pussy throb and clench around the man dicking you down, your legs and arms quivering. propped up only on your hands and knees, ass met with wriothesley's balls every time he thrusted in and mouth wrapped entirely on zhongli's shaft, you weren't sure if you even had the strength to hold yourself up any more.

you were cockdrunk from the way you could feel zhongli's tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, your numerous moans sending vibrations through his length so deliciously. even though your mouth was entirely filled with him, you still managed to whine and whimper, a little bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

"mmpphh, zhongli! z-zhongli!!"

in the process of focusing on giving the dragon adeptus the best head of his entire immortal life, you didn't realize you were neglecting your other lover, the one who was bullying your gummy g-spot with every trust and making you cream around him for the nth time. and the duke of criminals was having none of that.

"i'm glad you think at least one of us is doing a good job at satisfying you, slut" he almost growled out a sarcastic comment, rubbing the soft cheeks of your milky ass. suddenly, he slapped it hard, bottoming out in you with a loud smack! and picking up his pace.

"hey, don't- ahh, fuck, don't talk to her like that! she's s' pretty, yeah, such a pretty girl... needs that perfect ass grabbed and fucked full, not hurt, yeah? you understand what i'm sayin', right, bro?" a familiar voice joined in on the conversation, his loud voice coming out in breathless pants as he warned wriothesley. even though you couldn't see him, you knew that the oni was watching you get fucked by these two men, roughly jerking his monster cock.

"shut it, itto" another voice chimed in, scolding the large demon. "she can take it. she's tougher than she looks; don't let those puppy-like eyes deceive you. it wouldn't even surprise me if this was what she wanted all along: to be spanked and punished as she begs for more. not to even mention the way there's four of us here and she's only paying her sweet attention to just one... i believe that behavior is suitable for a good punishment."

ahh, the all too familiar voice of the fourth man sitting beside the oni, a long cock in the scholar's hand as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of you being fucked out by the others. you whined around zhongli from how rough they were treating you, feeling a little bit guilty for neglecting wrio and putting all of your attention on the geo archon.

"they might be right, love" zhongli hums as he fucks your mouth, immensely enjoying how you take all of him in your throat so eagerly.

"you have been beyond good for me, darling, but i think it's time we let someone else take their turn, hm? i have already had my fun with you, i believe it is time i let our friend, mister wriothesley, gain your full attention... what do you think, dear?"

all you could do was let out a whine around his tip, displeased that you'll have to say goodbye to his warmth and his rock-hard cock that so nicely filled your mouth... on the other hand, you felt guilty and ashamed for neglecting wriothesley, who jealously and feverishly thrusted into you, staying quiet.

"oh, don't be like that, love... one more, and you're all mister wriothesley's. do you understand?" even though his tone made your head fuzzy, you knew damn well that was an order, a warning of some sort. you nod eagerly, sucking at his sensitive veins as you feel how the fontainian man fucks you eagerly.

"she's close, shit!" wrio hums to the rest of them, talking about you as if you weren't even there. "just finish on her face and mouth already so i can give her what she needs."

something about the thought of another spilling all of himself over your pretty face and in your plump mouth made itto's cock twitch in his hands. archons, how that thought brought feelings of jealousy mixed with excitement…

"very well" regarded zhongli, holding the back of your head as he thrusted hard in your mouth. you gave it your best to give him pleasure, gently swirling your tounge around all his most sensitive spots and relaxing the tense muscles of your throat. as soon as you relaxed and let him thrust a little deeper, zhongli groaned out your name and released his hot pleasure in your mouth. you couldn't help but eagerly gulp down everything he gave you, a little bit of it spilling from the corners of your plump lips.

you released him from your mouth with a pop! and he petted you hair, looking down at you with nothing but adoration in his tourmaline eyes.

"there. so well-behaved for me." zhongli praised through a hum, soothing your cheek gently with his thumb. his head slightly raised, now turned to the man still balls-deep inside your cushy cunt.

"she's all yours, mister wriothesley." the dark-haired man hums in acknowledgement, quickly changing your position and tossing you on your back. your hands fly to his head, gently holding him between your palms.

"mmphh, wrio.." you moan softly, your fingers gently dancing through his thick, black strands.

"oh, so now you know how to moan my name, doll?"

your hips buck up to his eagerly, begging for more movement. you were just on the very brink of your peak, sososo unbelievably close-

"need something?" he asks, completely still inside you. you nod feverishly, blabbing and moaning as you look up at his pretty, simply hypnotic eyes.

"mhm!! need to come, please wrio, need to come so bad-!"

he smirks and it's mischievous yet alluring, and it stirs something deep within you - almost a fear that he will not give you what you oh so desperately want.

"work for it, then." he simply says, in one swift motion turning you around so that you were on top, seated snuggly on his painfully hard dick.

your eyes widen as he manhandles you into a cowgirl position, his hands still bruising your hips.

"noooo" you whine, unhappy that you'll have to do all the work as he simply gets to lay back and enjoy!

"please! i can't, i don't want to, i want- mph, i just want- ohh!" you whined and begged but to no avail. his rough palms once again met your ass, giving it a spank. it hurt, but the sting of it felt so good.

"the only way you're getting anything is to do as i say, doll. now, why don't you move those pretty hips if you wanna come so badly?"

another spank, making you hiss out in pain. the demon sitting across from the both of you immediately reacted, unsure whether he could take any more of looking at you being hurt for wrio’s and alhaitham's selfish pleasure.

"hey, hey, dude! don't be sucha' asshole! i told ya', she needs to be loved on more, yeah? yeahhh, look at that pretty, fucked out face! like yeah, sure, she's bein' just a tiny bit bratty, but c'mon, other ways to solve that exist, bro! i mean, how can you deny when a woman as gorgeous and sexy as her begs you to make her cum?! simple answer - ya’ don’t! you do as she says! every idiot knows that!"

you blush at the oni's words, a warmth wrapping around you. he was so sweet, and the sight of his big palm roughly squeezing his impossibly large dick was even sweeter.

"let him do what he wishes, itto" alhaitham snarls, gently stroking himself, in contrast with his demon friend whose hand was moving up and down his shaft fast. "I understand that she’s your girlfriend, but she's on his lap, after all"

the oni grunted in defeated, mumbling something about how "it wasn't fair that it wasn't his turn yet" and "girls like you can't be treated so harshly" as he sat back down. with zhongli leaving for the baths to properly clean his skin of mixed slick, there were only three of them fucking you now. which meant itto could get his hands on you all the faster.

meanwhile, you start grinding yourself on wrio's lap, desperately trying to bounce on his cock but you can't. you're so close to your high that your pussy is greedily squeezing wrio in, and his impossible girth mixed with your neediness isn't letting you move at all. in attempt to get any pleasure, you start moving in circles, clamping down on him with every move.

"holy fuck..." wriothesley sighs, throwing his head back. the way your cunt spasmed around him made him just a little closer to his release, and his hips started bucking into yours. archons, he needed to finish so badly...

three more bucks into you and he came, shutting his eyes tight and letting all of his cum release into your more than willing womb. that put you over the edge, falling on him from exhaustion.

you couldn't even rest for a second more, a pair of arms not belonging to the duke of criminals pulling you off his body.

"that's enough" the scribe announced as he pulled your still-sensitive body in his hold, "it's my turn with her".

"fuck off!" wrio cussed at his friend, grabbing a hold of you. "who said i was done?"

"when did i ask if you were done?" alhaitham commented, snatching you away from the fontainian's arms. itto tried to resolve things:

"hey, hey, dudes, let's not fight, yeah? no need to! we'll just let her decide, alright?" the two men fighting over you grumbled to themselves in a displeased manner, but ultimately agreed that it was fair and right for you to decide.

"so, whaddya' say, baby? who do you want in between those pretty, sexy legs?"

you thought for a moment, looking between the three men, all impossibly hard and longing for you.

"it's 'haitham's turn..." you say quietly, earning a big smirk from the sumeru man. he pulls you to him, rather excited that he was the one you chose.

"but" you announce as you're pulled in alhaithams arms, "it's not fair to the rest of you guys..." itto's patience ran thin as he sat back down, angrily fucking his fist in quick, desperate motions. why’d he ever have to allow his friends to fuck you like this?

"fuck, love bug, fine... 'ts okay, i'll..." he had to gulp down his spit to be able to say this, unsure if he was even correctly hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"i'll let them do ya', sweets. a deal’s a deal"

when itto made that stupid bet with his more-than-willing friends and put a night with you on the line, he certainly didn’t expect that he’d be the one sitting it out. he was your boyfriend, for Inazuma’s sake, he should be the one buried in you, not the one jerking off the entire night because he can’t get to you!

even though it was ripping his heart apart, itto thought it was right to ignore his selfish needs and let the two of them go first. you were their prize, after all, and arataki itto was nothing if not an honest man who kept his word. that was one of the qualities he had promised grandma oni to keep, and he certainly wasn’t letting up now.

"but itto... that's so unfair to you.. i can see that you're hurting pretty bad..."

his dick was weeping for your attention. somehow, no matter how hard he tried, jerking off didn't go anywhere, always leading him to a place of very precum-sticky hands and no orgasms.

still, he brushed it off, waving his hand in a shoo-ing manner.

"no sweat, baby. i can wait a lil' longer, yeah? you just say there and be good for my pals, hm? hey, i tried to stop 'em, but if you go overboard they are really gonna punish you, baby, and they won't be as nice as me!"

oh, nobody was as nice as him. his words laced with adoration for your body, desperation for your warmth and thirst for your touch drove you insane. no matter how much you'd like having two gorgeous men as alhaitham and wrio fucking you, your mind still couldn't get over the fact that this sweet demon just went against all of his primal urges, just so you'd be able to be with who you want for the night and so his friends get completely satisfied.

"and what if she can't go on after this, itto? i stopped counting her orgasms after six, and she has come quite a few times since then..." alhaitham asked, worried for his demon friend and the fact that he might be left with blue balls and an excruciatingly painful dick.

itto growled low, shutting his eyes. fuck, this whole situation was unfair and it hurt. both physically and emotionally. itto was the one who wanted you the most, who loved you the most, why'd he have to suffer with not getting you at all?!

"if her pretty pussy really can't take any more after us, she'll be good and help arataki at least with some nice head, yeah?" you nodd feverishly at wrio’s question. you'd do anything to help your generous and selfless boyfriend feel good.

thirty minutes later, your legs were far apart, making enough space for the two men to both fuck your greedy whole.

"shit! so tight, fuck!" the scribe's and wrio's moans about how good you felt certainly felt like salt in the wound for arataki. he sat a little from you with a pout on his face, his slowly-softening dick laid in his palm as he watched you take the two of them, at the same time.

"hah-ah! mphhr.. itto..? why don't you- ah! mmm, wrio! tham! why don't you help yourself, at least a little bit? ooh~" you asked through a wrecked moan, feeling immensely guilty for leaving your love hanging.

"i'm good, baby" he muttered, a displeased look on his face, "can't come if it's not in you, anyway"

those words shoot you right through the heart, melting your insides completely and you come hard, milking the two men inside you. they both quickly follow your lead, spurting ropes of white inside you and stuffing you fully.

the two of them removed themselves from your body, leaving you shivering and full, spread out on the bed. Itto noticed your fucked-out expression, chuckling to himself.

“hah, feels good, doesn’t it, sweets? did ya’ say thanks to my pals for fillin’ you up, hm?”

you turn your head over to where alhaitham and wriothesley rested, giving them a soft smile. you mouth a meek “thank you”, too tired to even speak.

“let’s get ya’ all cleaned up-” your boyfriend starts to get up to go to the bathroom, yet your words make him stop instantly.

“itto” you moan, as if there was nothing else for you in this world but him, “i-itto”

he turns around to look at you, an amused and a little shocked smile on his face. “that’s me, love bug, the one and oni! whatdya need?”

you look at him through your thick eyelashes, a gleam of lust in your eyes. 

“need you” you whimper, “really really really need you”

with those words, he’s immediately on you, nestling himself between your plushy thighs.

“awwww, there’s my pretty girl!” he exclaims excitedly, his palms on each side of your head as he presses kisses all over you. “i’m here, baby, i’m here. i gotcha.”

oh, no matter how good any of his friends felt, itto will forever be your favorite. not only because intercourse with him is pure love-making, filled with adoration and love you have for each other, but also because itto fucked like the big, beefy demon he is - rough and fast.

“ohhh… itto-oh..” you moaned as he slowly eased his tip inside your gaping hole, trying not to be overly rough right out of the gate - but he can’t, there’s no way after he’s been edging himself for hours. his hips snap into yours and he bottoms out in you, making you scream out in ecstasy.

you were amused by it all, really. just ten minutes ago you were taking two above-average cocks inside and doing just fine, and now you’re struggling to take your boyfriend’s cock? itto laughed at how you struggled, soothing your sides gently.

“aww, sweets, still so tight? three dicks haven’t loosened you f’ me, baby?” you whine in embarrassment, arms locking around your boyfriend’s large neck. your pussy pulsated and spasmed around him, sore muscles trying to accommodate his enormous size.

he started moving slightly, rocking into you with gentleness and warmth. itto pressed loving, eager kisses trailing all the way from your eyelids to your collarbone, trying to get you to rest and enjoy after hours worth of rough sex. 

three minutes of him moving and you were already seeing stars. Itto was so big, so thick and deliciously long, that just his shallow thrusts could hit all the right spots in you. he hissed as you clamped down on him again:

“shit, love bug, easy there, baby! already milking me, fuck! don’t ya’ do that, sweets, or i won’t be able to control myself, ‘kay?”

he groaned into your ear, warming you with the weight of his large, warm body on top of yours. even though he warned you not to, you couldn’t help but tighten on him and whimper for more. his thrusts changed their pace from slow and loving to erratic and careless, fucking into you like all he wanted was to breed you full.

“ahhh… mhh.. none of them could fill ya’ like i can, baby… yeah? and none of them could make you feel good, hm? this pretty little cunt needs me to fill her up, yeah? breed her nice and good, like no one ever before, right? mphh.. like no one ever will.. mine, sweets, all of this is just f’ me..” he groaned into your ear as he fucked you, his big palms sliding down to your ass and giving you a light squeeze.

suddenly, you clamp down on him hard, making him lose his composure. his hips stutter and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he finally reaches his high after a whole evening of torture, burying himself as far deep as possible and draining those pretty balls inside you. it felt so good - and you knew it did, by the small tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

he stuffed you so full that you were sure it would make your stomach bulge, it had to! your boyfriend fell on you once he came, nuzzling his face in your skin. after a few minutes of deep breaths and cuddling, itto sat up:

“wanna go get cleaned, love bug? I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t wanna sleep bein’ this sticky!”

you smirk mischievously, putting a gentle hand on his meaty, exposed tigh. instead of getting up like he had asked, you slide down to your knees, in between his legs.

“what… what are you doing, baby?”

you paw at his cock once again, beginning to harden in your hand once again.

“mh… wanna say sorry for makin’ you wait, itto… wanna be good…”

and good you were, giving him all the attention he missed earlier that evening.

[whispereons]

Oracle!Reader Part 24

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 23, Part 25

Warning! My AU is yandere and can involve gore. Sensitive topics appear in this series. This chapter is a bit bloody but not that bad.

In all honesty, you never expected to be the one to say ‘no’ to a proposal. Love wasn't something you frequently chased, and being a heartbreaker was even farther from your mind.

Maybe that's why you laughed so merrily at Zhongli’s face when you rejected him.

Then again, he wasn't proposing his heart, nor his love. Morax, Rex Lapis, or rather  Zhongli was offering an alliance of mutual benefit.

“What's your reasoning for rejecting my proposal? I may not marry you as the Geo Archon, but I'm not undesirable as I am now.”

He takes a moment to think as his fingers taps on his chin. The way the diamond of his iris shrinks and the slight grimace on his face raises a red flag in your mind. 

“You aren’t rejecting me solely due to the fact that I’m not operating as this country’s Archon are you?”

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The smile on your face becomes tight as your hand shakes with the unmeasurable amount of effort to not flip him off right there. Just what did you do that could have caused such a stupid reasoning to come from his usually smart mouth?

“What the fuck made you think that I even gave a shit about you being an Archon?” Well maybe you couldn’t hold your tongue, but granted you didn’t really need to either.

The man bristles, but ultimately doesn’t answer your question, choosing to instead repeat the first question. “Why are you rejecting my proposal, then?”

“Because you don’t love me.”

“I could learn to love you.”

“But that goes against the terms and conditions of what a marriage is supposed to consist of.”

This brings Zhongli to a halt as he stews on your answer. With a smaller voice, he continues, “The legalities of our marriage would be decided on what vows we utter during the ceremony.”

“Not according to the Creator.” It’s like saying ‘no you’ in an argument, especially with how Zhongli’s face contorts into clear annoyance. 

“With what proof do you claim that as the truth? Nothing in any scriptures on Teyvat says that.” He seems to realize what answer you’ll give him even before you open your mouth by sighing.

“Because I’m the Oracle.” The self-satisfied smirk on your face is clear as you step closer to poke his chest. “Unless you’re suddenly going to claim that I’m wrong? Should we cut off another limb? Maybe your pitiful rat-tail as an ornament to decorate it.”

He pushes you away by your head, the material of your mask is cool under his fingers as you let him push you back with a laugh. He tsks at your antics and smoothly replies.

“Have you finished laughing? There’s no need to pick at my appearance when I wouldn’t do the same to you, whenever you would have shown me your face once we wed.”

Light laughter calms down into a brief hum as you take in his words. It’s all just a well-timed cover-up for the internal panic that you had at realizing that marrying him would mean being forced to reveal yourself one way or another.

“Fair point. Do you really want a serious answer from me anyway?” The swift conversation turn doesn’t go unnoticed by Zhongli, but he concedes by answering.

“Yes. Your reasoning may bring me more information on the Creator’s personal beliefs, or even aspects of humanity that I failed to learn firsthand yet.”

“Like rejection?” The smart-ass reply is met with an unimpressed stare as he comments. “Humorous, but not incorrect.”

“I wasn’t completely joking when I said that it’s mostly due to the Creator. Marriage in Liyue at least is mostly decided by the parents.” Your chapped lips become a bit more manageable to speak with as you lick them. “I don’t remember mine, and the closest thing you have to a parent is the Creator themselves, or maybe Teyvat?” Which was a weird thought, but you couldn’t really be sure how to view it.

“Therefore your marriage, or at the very least, my marriage, considering that I was personally sent on a mission by them, should be under the Creator’s control and only theirs. My opinion on it shouldn’t matter.” This was how you remembered China’s history worked, so Liyue hypothetically should have a similar system.

Zhongli’s frown deepens at your answer as you shrug your shoulders. As if you didn’t just make this whole answer up so that you can avoid marrying the ticking time bomb that wouldn’t hesitate to murder you in a split second.

Sure, there was increasing evidence that your acolytes gained this weirdly strong attachment to you, but you weren’t betting your entire life on it. The moment the mask was gone, your life was going to follow it.

“Then it seems I can do nothing but accept your teaching. Thank you for enlightening me on a topic that I was unaware about. Can I chalk this up to something you learned about from the scriptures written in Cloud Ret-”

He cuts himself off as he looks down at the bustling streets below the balcony. “Xianyun’s old abode? The one’s written in indecipherable language?”

Damn, you really forgot about Cloud Retainer’s humansona. Just thinking about accidentally running into her during your visit to Madam Ping makes you irritated in advance.

“No, there are other scriptures that the Creator led me to when I was exploring.” You didn’t want Zhongli trying to trace it back to Cloud Retainers introvert cave. In fact, it was more entertaining to visualize Zhongli searching every nook and cranny of Liyue’s vast lands for said ‘scriptures’.

The sun hits your eyes directly from its position as you try to guess the time. It had to be at least 3:30 at this point, right? Just how much time did you have to see Madam Ping before the dinner with Ningguang?

Who were you even kidding, you didn’t know how to tell the time by the sun. You’ll have to ask someone once you finish rejecting Zhongli.

Noticing your far off gaze and attention no longer on him, Zhongli let the petty, unexplainable indignation at the action simmer as he forcefully turned your body to face the door.

“I believe I’ve taken up more than enough of your time. You’d best be on your way to whatever task may be next on your schedule today.”

Now you feel pretty bad about spacing out like that. “Sorry Zhongli, I was just trying to figure out the time-” Your words seemed to go ignored as he pushed you out the doorway.

“Don’t bother worrying.” Is his brief response. The touch and pressure of his hands is firm and reliable in a way you can’t fully describe, before they’re removed swiftly as if he was burned. “Instead, you can focus on relaying your gratitude the next time we meet.”

Before you can question the strange sentence, the door is already slammed shut in your face. The whiplash of his actions settles as you stare at the wood in bewilderment. Instinctive, your feet lead you back down the stairs as you toss Zhongli’s sudden attitude and words in your mind.

Surely you weren’t that rude? You’ve done and said much worse things to him after all. Replaying your conversation yielded no new revelations, so with a sense of unease, you decide to take his push for your departure as his weird version of sulking.

What he expected you to thank him for wasn’t something you were going to worry about now. The sun shines on you, making the mask a bit warmer against your skin as you exit the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. 

If he didn’t bother explaining what you should be thanking him for, then it must be something either very big or very noticeable. Walking past where the balcony was, you look up and can only spot the empty chairs and simple table.

Time will tell, you suppose.

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You aren’t completely sure how you expected your meeting with Madam Ping to go, but being stuck inside the temple with your neck being examined carefully by the older woman wasn’t a possibility you had in mind.

“Um, Madam Ping, I’m quite sure Xianyun’s claw marks aren’t there anymore. They’ve long healed at this point.”

“Child, you shouldn’t brush off injuries left by the Adepti so easily. Many can leave varying, strange and frankly annoying effects that can permanently alter your body if not taken care of.”

Sighing, you use your right arm to sip the tea Ping generously made for you, as your left arm was also being examined for any amber fragments from Mountain Shaper.

“You really don’t have to worry. Dr. Baizhu was the one who healed me up, so there’s nothing off about my body.” Ping relents and lets you fix your clothing as she steps away.

It was honestly surprising when she first spotted you and immediately apologized for her Adepti companion's actions. Yaoyao and Shuyu, Xianyun’s youngest disciple, were quick to be corralled away as Madam Ping brought you to one of the smaller rooms for examination.

“It must be an illuminated bird quality to be somewhat violent toward me. Maybe when I meet Xiao, I’ll get an injury from him too.” The joke slips out easily, but when Ping sighs and shakes her head in disapproval, you’re quick to shut your mouth.

“That would be even worse, as the karmic debt can be accidentally seeped into your wound that way.” Each sentence Ping says is clear worry, so you can’t be too annoyed at the slight nagging.

“Even still, I hope you have it in your heart to pray that the Creator forgive my headstrong and stubborn companions.” And here’s the catch. “I’m afraid it hasn’t been long since any of them have been trying this hard to understand humans on a personal level, so they tend to revert into their more proud egos when faced with the unexpected.”

There it was, all the excuses. You were really hoping Ping wouldn’t be the kind enabler that asks the victim to forgive the assaulter under the guise of some excuse. You’ve dealt with more than enough back on earth when bullies actually had abuse and other fucked up shit going on at home. 

Likewise, you weren’t about to put up with it from some ‘illuminated beings’ that had more than enough years to learn how not to be judgmental sad sacks of shi-

“I’ll still properly scold them for you, but it’s the Creator’s opinion that I’m truly concerned about.” Would you get in trouble for punching her? Probably. Yanfei is close with her and the best lawyer in existence.

It wasn’t worth it, you told yourself. It wasn’t worth it to argue with Ping about whether it was okay for the Adepti to hurt you or anyone else, solely depending on how connected they were to the Creator. It absolutely wasn’t worth it to point out how the Adepti’s lack of control over their emotions and harsh judgements couldn’t just be scolded away. And that they definitely weren’t allowed to get away with unneeded violence simply because they’re stubborn.

The building tension as Ping continued to ramble and your death grip on your pants was broken by Yanfei walking in while looking off to the side.

“Granny, I heard you came - Oh. Hello there!”  Yanfei’s casual greeting had you melting back into the oracle position as you smile calmly at Yanfei. 

“Hey, nice to meet you. I was just talking with-” You’re cut off by Ping moving to stand in front of Yanfei and begin to explain and introduce you. Including the fact that the other Adepti attacked you and that you were the oracle.

Well, it’s better than you retelling the story. It’s better to let others lie for you, especially considering the close relations. It’s not like Ping’s way of speaking was fast or overwhelming, it just felt like you would be wrong for whatever reason if you tried interfering.

Doesn’t stop the surge of annoyance, though.

Deciding to just leave as soon as possible and not get into a fist fight with a hidden Adeptus, you move off the bed and walk closer to the duo. Without much trouble, you’re able to slip past them until a hand tugs your wrist quickly before releasing it.

“Sorry, but I just wanted to introduce myself to you before you leave. My name is Yanfei. I'm the top legal advisor in Liyue.” A business card is handed to you as she speaks.

Accepting it, you examine the card to not be rude before stuffing it into your bag. While you’ll probably forget about it, it’s not bad to have it in case you visit Fontaine. Or if things with Ninggnuang get into legal territory.

What actually got your attention was how Yanfei went through the trouble of cutting off Ping to speak personally to you. Could this be the first Adepti related character to treat you with respect as a normal person?

The fact that you’re amazed by basic human decency is pretty fucking sad. The difference in treatment between her and Ganyu despite both of them being half-adeptus is staggering.

“Thank you. Just as Madam Ping explained, my name is Y/N, and I’m an Oracle for the Creator.” At least the old woman didn’t butt in yet. “Yaoyao visited me yesterday to meet her. I just didn’t expect to meet you here as well.”

“You suit your position rather well.” Her head tilts slightly to the side, making the Mora decorations jingle. “Although I haven’t met you before, just by your appearance alone I can guess that you’re either-” A finger is raised. “A - you’re not from here. Or B - you don’t have a traditional job.” The second finger joins the first as she takes in your appearance in completion.

“I would put inhuman beings or vision holders on the list, but your aura is completely that of a human, but also not one of a vision holder. In a way, you remind me of the traveler.”

“It does make sense.” You reply with a noncommittal shrug. “The traveler was the first Acolyte, and I’m the first Oracle, so there’s bound to be some uncanny similarities between us.” 

Madam Ping wistfully sighs at the mention of the traveler. “Ah yes, the Hero of Liyue. I was able to gift them that teapot, but what a shame that I don’t have another one to spare for you, esteemed Oracle.”

And here comes the half-praise, half-demeaning words that’s meant to belittle you into feeling worthless while giving meager praise to make her sound generous. 

“There would be no need to, since I intend on enjoying our God’s creations rather than hiding away from it in an Adeptal piece of machinery.” A wide grin adorns your face with canines clear to see, but your voice is as excited as a child’s with innocence clear.

Those that hear you would assume nothing but ignorance at fault, but the ones that can see how your eyes dimly gleam with mockery would think otherwise.

Isn’t it so good that Yanfei is by your side while Ping is in front of you?

The words clearly hit a nerve, as Ping’s smile drops into a horribly wrinkled frown. Yanfei’s teal eyes look between you two with a smile that dissolves into a confused furrow of her brows.

“My apologies, child, I was unaware that you were so deprived of empathy for others that you can reduce the hard work of the Creator’s chosen protectors of this land into a symbol of defilement.” The last few words are scathing as her face contorts into a gruesome mess of sagging skin.

“Granny, I understand why you’re mad but-” Yanfei takes a step forward, but is cut off by Ping raising her hand while stepping closer to you.

“I can now understand why Shenhe, that poor pitiful child, was so conflicted about her emotions toward you. I may not understand why the Creator chose a human of your breed to have that holy position, but I can only pray that this journey teaches you a lesson concerning those that you have wronged in this way.”

“Granny!” Yanfei yells in shock as she moves between you two, “How could you say something like that to them? You’re not only insulting them, you’re also insulting the Creator!” 

She turns around to face you as she shots a grimace behind her at the fuming hag. “I am so sorry about this, you should probably go now.” 

Nodding with a sad expression, you speak in a confused tone. “I-I understand. It was nice meeting you and Madam Ping. I hope we can talk again sometime.” Twisting open the doorknob and pushing it open, you sneak one last peek into the room.

Yanfei has her back to you as she yells on a whisper level. Ping doesn’t look all that pleased until her eyes stray to yours. The smugness practically rolls off you in waves as she scorns at you with disgust. 

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It was official.

You were lost.

Looking at the doors and people walking around you, you tried to remember what path you took with Ping. But each door looked the same, with different people rushing in and out.

None of them even had time to talk to you as they wheeled out screaming and bleeding people from room to room. You got glimpses of dressings pressed haphazardly on wounds as you continued walking.

Surely you still had enough time until Ningguang’s dinner?

Trying not to freak out over the time, you continue marching throughout the seemingly endless hallways and avoid bumping into the doctors, nurses and more that rush around you. Eventually you arrive at an area of the building that looks a bit calmer.

You spot a woman wearing a dress looking similar to a work uniform and decide to ask her for directions leading out of the temple. You’re about to call out to her when she opens a door and enters it while cheerfully calling out.

“Thank you so much for all the help despite your busy schedule!” She continues to walk in, giving a half-hearted push to close it. 

Sneakily, you plant your foot right at the hinge of it, making it stop before it actually closes. A sense of déjà vu nags you as you stand outside the room with your head resting against the wall. You close your eyes to listen to the conversation.

“It’s no trouble at all, Daiyu. I always enjoy volunteering to help those who offer sacrifices to the Creator here.” There’s a light tilt to the voice while remaining sturdy, a good indicator that the speaker is who you think it is.

“Even so, as the Yuheng of Liyue, you still have many duties. Much more than you did when you first began to help out all those years ago…” The anxious woman is met with a brief chuckle.

“As I’ve said before, Daiyu, you can call me Keqing during these times. I’m not here as the Yuheng, but as a servant of our God to learn more.” The faint click of heels can be heard as drawers of what you assume are bandages are opened.

“Well, have you finally come to a conclusion? You know about whether self-mutilation is an ‘overdone’ and an ‘inferior’ way of worshiping the Creator?” The question is met with brief silence before Keqing responds.

“I’ve already made up my mind around the same time as Rex Lapis’s death. Self-mutilation isn’t exactly wrong per se, but it should not be our main way of worship. Our bodies were painstakingly crafted by the Creator’s hands and should not be abused. It’s why I’ve strived to keep myself in perfect shape.”

A sigh can be heard with an almost bitter note.

“But humans can not regrow lost limbs. Thus, I do not believe self-mutilation is the best way for humanity to worship the gods. Blood offerings and even human offerings of other criminals can be done, but I believe that self-mutilation should be left for extreme sins and for the Adepti to present.”

With eyes trained to the blood-stained floorboards beneath your feet, you push yourself off the wall. It seemed you weren’t going to gain any useful information from here. 

“The public won’t accept that kind of view that goes against what we’ve been taught for thousands of years. Then again, that never stopped you before - Aw, damn it! There’s barely any medical supplies here, too.”

The tapping of your feet walking away is concealed by the clicking of heels.

“There’s nothing left? Ugh, probably Ningguang again. She’s always doing this stuff.”

But perhaps you should have stayed just a bit longer. 

“The Tianquan?! Oh, please don’t let her know what I said! I quite like my job!”

“Relax, Daiyu, she wouldn’t care about your complaints even if she did hear them.”

“Then why are you frowning like that?”

You never know what you might hear.

“It’s just a bit strange to me. Not long ago she was doing all sorts of planning with an annoyed expression, but this morning she was pleased. She must have either taken care of whatever was bothering her or hatched the perfect, foolproof plan for it.”

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Thankfully, you did manage to find your way back to the first floor. (When did you even walk up the stairs?) Most of the people there were rather calm, with incense and prayer rooms decorating this floor. 

The smell was of cinnamon and something with a strong woody scent. The one’s in the prayer rooms had healed scars exposed, either doing a full floor bow or at least on their knees.

If they had them, at least.

It was a gruesome sight if you were to be honest. Some had skin raw red from what looked like boil scars, others with self-inflicted writing carved into their skin. Words like; ‘Holy One’, ‘Savior’, and the most popular one of all: ‘Beloved Creator’ were in some way permanently branding their skin.

The wind blew from a certain hallway, as if Teyvat was trying to finally lend you a hand in leaving this temple of smoke and blood. Taking long strides past the rooms that muttered and screamed at varying levels and intervals, you see a set of wide doors.

WHAM

The whir of a sliding door before it slams into the doorway is all you hear before a hand is wrapped firmly around your wrist and pulling you into the dark room. Your breath is knocked out of you as the soles of your shoes search for purchase.

Your hands reach up to where you were grabbed to dig into the scalp of your assailant before you both fall to the ground from the struggle. 

“Let go of me!” You grit out as the slender fingers continue trying to pin you down. A feminine grunt of pain is heard as you finally manage to push her away, making your assaulter hit the wall.

Like hell! You weren’t just going to leave after being attacked for no fucking reason. Rushing forward, you pin the person against the wall as your eyes adjust to the dark room. Silvery hair can be seen in a tangle between your fingertips as you hold her wrists against the wall.

“Shenhe, what the fuck were you thinking? Are you still pissed at me? I thought we cleared it all up.” With a mix of anger, disbelief and pure confusion, you stare at her face as her features slowly become more defined.

“I just wanted to see you again…” The kicked puppy look is not suiting the bloody bandages wrapped around her left eye. Or what used to be her eye. “I didn’t hurt you this time.”

“Dragging an unsuspecting person into a dark room isn't not hostile either, Shenhe.” She simply stares at you in silence, as if she’s incompetent enough to not understand your words. “We almost fought to our deaths last time we met. How am I not supposed to assume that you’re trying to hurt me?”

Shenhe’s head drops a little bit as her mouth opens and closes repeatedly with no success. After giving her a moment, you sigh with a hint of annoyance and let go of her. “I have to get going, Shenhe. I'm not going to sit and wait forever.”

“I’m sorry.” You glance back down at Shenhe as she sits on her knees with her hands clenched tightly on her thighs. “I’m sorry for hunting you down so insistently while framing you as someone who wronged me on a personal level.”

Could you really accept this apology when you did stab her first for killing those Hilichurls you were friends with? Then again, they did give you liquor while Shenhe convinced herself that you were an evil entity. “Thanks for the apology, but that still doesn’t change much. I spent days in Bubu Pharmacy trying not to die from all the shit you and Yelan put me through.”

“I already heard about it and saw the vivid details of your healing progress while I waited outside your window that day.” Those words alone had you whipping your head around to her as your jaw dropped.

“Shenhe, what the hell!?” She staggers back to her feet with a worrying sway before taking mute steps towards your shocked form.

“A good partner is one who is attentive and keeps detailed track of their lover's affairs and health, correct?” Trying to wrap your head around the twisted logic she presents you with, you bury your face in your hands.

“Yes, but not in the context of our relationship.” You stress as your arm automatically reaches out to stop her from swaying to the ground. With your hand firmly on her arm, you continue to speak. “I know that you don’t really use that word often considering Xianyun’s teachings, but it’s pretty fucking important.”

A sole iridescent blinks lazily at you before her whole body weight is pressing down on you. It’s less of a hug and more like a ‘glomp’. Deciding to hold her by her waist to prevent being crushed by the pure muscle mass that made up her body, her forehead rests on your shoulder.

It’s burning. Definitely unusual for a Cryo vision holder.

“Shenhe? Shenhe can you hear me?” You ask as her glazed over eye stares into yours with no recognition seen in them. Swinging your head around, you finally spot a blood stained coat off to the side.

“C’mon, Shenhe, just work with me a bit to get you back to bed.” You spit out as you carry more of her weight to avoid dragging her on the floor. Thankfully, she helps out by wrapping her legs around your body and despite the slight constriction, you still manage to carry her back to bed.

Dropping her on the bed, you carefully fix her up. Brushing her hair out of her face, pulling the covers back over body, and adjusting the surrounding bandages around her injured eye to fit snugly. 

She did apologize after all, it would be cruel of you to leave a person with a fever and probably an infection a mess on a bed. 

That didn’t mean you were going to stay and nurse her back to health. Ningguang was probably at the restaurant at this point, and you weren’t going to be late for it.

Turning around, you take a quiet step toward the exit until a hand wraps frantically around your wrist.

“You forgive me, right?” Heavy breathing fills the room as her sweaty skin clings to the little contact she has with you. “I apologized sincerely, I’ll do it again if I must.” A trembling eye stares into your soul as her voice breaks. “Please…”

You stare down at the disciple with an unreadable expression until a smile breaks out onto your face. Shenhe’s grip loosens as hope begins to light up. Your other hand gently removes her fingers from your wrist before you whisper.

“Why don’t you sleep on it, Shenhe?”

Her eyes slide shut from pure exhaustion as you walk away and exit the room. After taking note of the room number, you resume your short walk to the exit. A nurse is nearby and just as you pull one of the wide doors open, you lean in to whisper a brief message.

The door closes shut behind you as the nurse rushes away. With careful footsteps, you walk leisurely toward the Xinyue Kiosk. The burning stares of civilians and soldiers alike are rolled off you in waves.

It was pointless to fight with the puppets when the puppet master invited you to meet her.

A feel like this part took forever. It's just the beginning of my spring break before I have another quiz and exam. So my break is just more studying, wonderful. My editor didn't need to do much considering the small size but I also feel like this wasn't the best of my work. I did write piece by piece every few nights when I got back home dead tired. I really can't wait for this semester to end…. But I'm also really excited to get started on the dinner with Ningguang! Taglist is always open!

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For Little You

Keigo Takami x reader

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~ For the first time in his life, Keigo gets to feel like a kid in a candy store. 

"Are you sureeee you don't wanna split this soft pretzel with me?" Keigo asks with a teasing smile as he holds out the last little piece of the snack he got when you first got to the mall. Outings like this, where the two of you can walk hand in hand, going about your day as if you were normal civilians, are rare. Usually, you would've been stopped by Keigo's numerous fans due to his eye-catchingly glorious red wings, but thanks to a nasty run-in with a villain, he has only a few feathers hidden under his jacket. 

"Nope, that's all you," you say. All he had been talking about leading up to your mall expedition was getting his hands on a soft pretzel. 

"Suit yourself." he humms tossing the last piece of the pastry into his mouth. Now, with his hands free, they sneak through the open space to latch onto yours as you continue walking. A soft smile on his face as you continue having a peaceful day off. 

"Hey, what's that place over there? "you point at the giant teal and gold striped columns of a shop you certainly haven't seen before.

"Isn't that where the exotic rock shop was?"  He comments, taking a sip from the thick straw of his bubble tea. "What was it called? Something like Rocks and Roads?"

"Your guess is better than mine, I never went in there," you say. "Did you ever go in there?" 

"I have a few times, "he admits with a chuckle. "One of the sidekicks who worked at my agency a few years back was able to eat rocks and crystals and things like that and make armor out of it. So I got them for a Secret Santa year and got them a really cool one."

"Oh, are you talking about Rock Muncher?" you say, enthusiastically recalling the Geo Hero. "Whatever happened to her?"

"Got a new cushy job overseas and transferred, but I heard she is doing really well over there." 

"Wow, that's great." you smile as you get a closer look at the new store. "It looks like they replaced the Rock store with a candy store."

"A candy store?" Keigo parrots, his eyes lighting up at the prospect. As much as he tries to hide it, Keigo has a wicked sweet tooth, one that he rarely has the chance to indulge in due to his strict upbringing at the hands of the hero's commission.

"Wanna check it out?" you ask hopefully; you could definitely have a sweet treat right about now, and judging by the way Keigo's eyes scan the decorative gummy bear statue in the shop's window, he is too.

"Am I that transparent?" he chuckles as you tug on his hand, guiding him into what many people call heaven.

The smell of chocolate wraps around you in a loving embrace as you step into the warmly lit store.  Large plastic containers of different types of sweets line the shop's walls like wallpaper. "Wow, I have never seen so many different types of candy before." You exclaim, fascinated by the variety.

"I-it's unreal," Keigo says, a slight waiver of a motion in his tone; you turn to look at him but are unable to catch his eye. His gaze fixated on a mother and her child picking out sweets from the largest display case by the cash register.

"What ones do you think we should bring home?" the mother asks her starry-eyed child.

"All of them…" they murmur dazedly, unable to stare at any one treat for too long. Although their interaction is cute, there is a distant look of sorrow in your boyfriend's eyes, and you realize that this may be a new experience for him.

Keigo never had the kind of childhood that most children had, even before he started training under the hero commission. You have a feeling that he never got the opportunity to pick out treats at the candy store. 

"Maybe we should get a few things," you say giving his hand a squeeze to let you know that you are still with him and those bad memories are things of the past.

"We should?"

"Yes. for uhhh quality control," you say jokingly. "It's our responsibility to test out some of the products and make sure nothing is poisonous."

"Can't argue with that logic," he laughs, grabbing two large baskets and handing one to you. "Let's go crazy then."

"You don't have to tell me twice," you laugh, your hands tingle in anticipation as you wonder which mouthwatering corner of the shop you should start filling your basket in. 

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You aren't sure when you lost Keigo among the sugary aisles, but you first noticed his absence when you found a large gummy snake; you held it up like a goofball and turned to show him, only to realize that he was no longer following behind you. 

Knowing he would never just abandon you, you continue your browsing, becoming fascinated by just how many types of candy exist in the world. 

Some treats you remember vaguely from your childhood, but the wrapping has changed a bit over the years, and some seem to be from completely different countries.  But where they come from doesn't matter; they all find their way into your basket.

The weight of your basket grows heavier by the second, but that doesn't deter you from wandering through the store aimlessly. The smell of freshly made fudge hits the back of your throat, and you make a mental note to consider flossing your teeth when you get home. 

At an endcap across from the drink fridge, you stumble across a brightly colored display of chocolate bars; each one is wrapped in a different colored wrapping; upon closer inspection, you realize that all the different colors are used to represent the wide variety of flavors. 

Minty green for Chocolate Chip Mint.

Purple for Ube. 

Gold for Fried Chicken

Black for Dark Chocolate Raspberry…

You pause and slowly backtrack. To get a closer look at the golden wrapping of the Fried Chicken flavored milk chocolate bar. 

'How does that even work?' you murmur to yourself. 'Was the chocolate mixed with chicken broth or something?"

You curiously pick up the packaging just to see what exactly is in the chocolate to make it chicken flavored and can't find anything. 

An unnerving shiver shoots down your spine as you set the bar down in favor of some candy that does not represent a dinner entree. 

The next thing you know, your basket has miraculously filled with not only your favorite sweets but tons of things you want to try out, as well as some things that you know Keigo likes. 

Holding the full basket is painful and you have to put all your focus on not dropping it to the floor. A bead of sweat drips down your brow as you trudge over to the cash register, only to accidentally bump into someone. Apologies are already flying off your tongue as you lock eyes with Keigo. 

His is even more full than yours is. A big smile is on his face as he takes in both you and your basket. He must've really needed this sugary retail therapy, and although you know that no amount of money can undo the pitfalls of his childhood, getting to share these sweet, special moments with you is more than worth it.

"It looks like we did some damage," he says, taking your too-heavy basket from you with ease. You smile at him gratefully and look down at your stinging,  slightly indented palms. 

"We sure did. But do you think we have enough?" you tease as Keigo sets both containers on the countertop with a thud. 

"Barely, but I think we will manage." he grins, taking out his credit card and handing it to the cashier, who is looking at Keigo suspiciously. You have to hold in a laugh; it's the same look of muddled recognition he gets while in public without his big red wings. Apparently, most people can't seem to put their finger on what about him is so familiar without them. 

After paying way too much for basically a year's supply of candy, the two of you drag your enormous, triple-lined shopping bags out the doors and into the bustling mall.

You do well for a while but once you reach a less busy area of the mall, you become aware of just how heavy your load is.  Your muscles ache as you try to keep up with Keigo's chipper steps. And you have to stop to readjust your hold.

When he notices that you are no longer walking alongside him, he pauses and turns back to look at you confusedly. "What's the matter Angel? Is your bag too heavy for you?"

You look at the four bags he is carrying and then back at the one he gave you. "No." You lie casually, setting the bag on a wooden bench for support. "I was just thinking that we should each try something before we get home."

"To lighten the load?" he teases, joining you over on the bench. 

"Fine, maybe the bags are a little heavy." you relent, "but I still want to try something."

"Works for me. There is something I really want to test out." he laughs, reaching across your lap and digging into the bag you have been hauling. He pulls out a familiar-looking paper-wrapped chocolate bar, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust. 

"Really Kei? Out of everything we just bought from freaking candy palooza, you choose the Fried Chicken chocolate bar?"

"I sure did," he grins, unwrapping the chocolate right in front of you. "C'm on. Aren't you at least a little curious about what it would taste like?

"Curious, yes. But I'd rather eat something that tastes like fruit, not poultry," you comment, selecting some sour cherry gummies from your bag instead. 

"More for me then," he laughs, holding out his bar towards you; now unwrapped, your nose picks up the slight aroma of chicken and honey flavorings. "Cheers."

You bump his chocolate bar with your little candy packet and take a bite. The sweet, sour taste of the gummy explodes over your tongue and crackles pleasantly against your taste buds. The addicting taste has you immediately reaching for another coin-sized gummy. 

You notice Keigo has fallen silent and you look over to him. His expression is unreadable as he stares down at his chocolate bar with a furrowed brow.

"What's the matter, Kei?" you ask. "Does it taste bad?"

"No, it's just interesting," he says back finally. "I think I like it."

You are dumbfounded, shook, stunned.  "You do?"

"Yeah, want to try a little bit?" he waves the bar in front of you again, and you catch a glimpse of little golden specks in the chocolate. 

"Fine, just a little piece," you say, reaching for the bar. 

"Ah ah ah," he pulls the bar away and presses his lips to yours. The taste of honey, and savory chocolate still dancing on his lips as he kisses you. 

After indulging in your oxygen like its candy, he pulls away and gives you a coy little grin. "Now that wasn't so bad, now was it y/n."

"Hmmm, I don't know," you respond, your lips curving up into a syrupy sweet little smirk. I think I'll need to have another taste just to be sure."

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Notes- Blabber Mouth; Cryo Men x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 3rd, 2025

Description: A Cryo version of Blabber Mouth, including Capitano

Notes: CW Wrio and Kaeya's parental fears, accidental pregnancies Reader can carry children but no pronouns are used.

Hydro Dendro Cryo Pyro Anemo Electro Geo

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Wriothesley

He’d considered having kids before meeting you, but it was always accompanied by a bit of a crisis

When you sit down to talk about having kids, it is also accompanied by a crisis

Eventually, he decides he wants a kid and that he can do that as long as you’re by his side

There’s a lot of worrying, and a lot of work to be done but in the end it’s fine

He holds your first born and the world is perfect, he doesn’t think it could get anymore perfect

Sigewinne and you are the first to know, you go to her the second you have an inkling because if you are pregnant there is a lot of planning to be done

You and Wriothesley had been talking about moving to the surface more permanently, and if you were pregnant again that might affect those plans

You get home, planning to tell Wrio that night and your kid runs up to you and plants a kiss on your stomach

Wrio laughs as he comes over and wraps his arms around you, telling you that your kid had told him

You’re flabbergasted because you just found out

They’d been reading a kids book about babies and your kid had made the connection

Wrio hold you and your first born close that night, thank you for your perfect little life

You do end up getting a place in the city near the fortress so that Wrio can come home more frequently

Kaeya

Always thought he never wanted kids

Thought he didn’t deserve them after what happened between him and Diluc

But you changed his mind, and because of that he’s the one to bring up having kids

He tries to mend his relationship with Diluc too, offering him the role of godfather for your first born

He’s perfectly fine with one, it’s a learning experience that he wants to take his time with

But sometimes he remembers what it was like growing up with Diluc, and he suggests you two… don’t not try?

You laugh at his wording but agree

It takes a while, but one day Kaeya and your kid come home with two stuffed animals

Kaeya has this smug look on his face as your kid gives you one of them

You ask if it’s a gift for you, rhetorically, and your kid says it’s for the baby

You short circuit and Kaeya just laughs, urging your kid to go put their new plushy away

He wraps his arms around you and ask if you really didn’t know

You’re both super happy, and so is your first born

Capitano/Thrain

Pre-the fall of Khaenri’ah because post he’s too busy to even consider kids… also trauma

He’s hesitant to have kids, he wants them but his service to the people is important to him

You getting pregnant with your first is an accident

But he wouldn’t do anything different, except maybe being there for the birth

There is a conversation about having another as your first born gets older, he doesn’t leave on missions as often but when he does it’s for longer periods of time

It’s one of the rare short missions when you find out you’re pregnant with your second

And, you’re a little worried when you find out because he’d just left and you didn’t know when he’d be back

So you keep it to yourself, but your kid likes laying their head on your stomach more which you assume is because they can sense your worry

He comes home to find you cuddled up on the couch reading your kid a book

And your kid, half asleep says something about dad being home and it’s clearly not directed at you guys

He’s kind of caught off guard and you tell him you just found out

This time, he has the power to take shorter missions and stay with you as your due date approaches

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Imagine the SAGAU with Mitsuri! Reader? :3 (Part one?)

TW: mentions of Eating disorder, but mostly fluff and comfort. OCC characters??? Idk

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You’re self-aware of how much you truly eat, it’s not your fault, really! But when it comes to your favorite characters, you can’t help but feel a little insecure about it. You already had problems with that in the past, the feeling of people constantly judging the amount of food you ate was stuck in your mind and others saying that you had the appetite of a dragon wasn’t nice to your confidence. What if they start to appreciate you less as the almighty creator? would they be disgusted by this habit of yours?

With that possibility in mind, you reprimed your appetite and stuck to the plan of eating as few as possible, sometimes not even eating half of the plate they would offer to you properly. You really thought no one would notice? truly naive of you. They first thought you didn’t like the food, but after noticing your eyes glimmering and your mouth watering at the food before you shake your head and refuse it, they realized it was more complex than just a matter of personal taste.

Ei was the first to take the initiative alongside Nahida to try and talk to you about it. She may seem intimidating, but deep inside there is still a golden heart lying behind her stoic face. With a bit of persistence from Nahida’s part, they managed to get answers from you. The Electro and Dendro Archons comforted you, Ei gave you a portion of Kuki’s famous chocolate chip cookies that she bought, this was the best she could do since her cooking was awful, and Nahida affirmed that no matter how big your appetite was, they would still love you as their creator no matter what. They both wipe your tears away after you cry from relief, that the possibility of them shaming you from who you are never came…

The other Archons also joined the party. When you said you had the appetite of a dragon, Zhongli was left confused until you told him what it meant (He’s a little too literal). “There is nothing to be ashamed about. Your enormous strength must come from eating a bigger amount of food, right? Then, you should continue eating as much as you like. Don’t waste your ability to hear on those pesky little comments on your body, you are absolutely perfect in my point of view, Your Grace” The Geo dragon said, and trust me when i say that he would personally throw his polearm at the person who even thought of looking at you the wrong away while you eat at least 3 plates of (favorite meal)

If you said you would get heavy if you eat so much, Venti would use his Anemo powers to make you fly, seeing you smile from the fun you were having was like a Cupid’s arrow striking right in his heart (again). “See? You’re light enough for the wind to carry you, so I don’t want to hear you calling yourself heavy again. You are very much deserving of compliments, more then you think you are! I assure you that” Venti demanded after safely putting you down. “But-” “No buts!” Venti interrupted you before you could say any nonsense about yourself. As the self-proclaimed most devoted and loyal Archon you had, he would never bring himself to let you put yourself down like that

Furina did the best she does to make your feel better: Put up the best of her performances to take even the slightest of the smiles off from you. You can’t say it didn’t worked, the show was amazing! And after the show, Furina offered you a piece of (favorite flavour) cake that she brought from the best bakery there is on Fontaine, along with some macarronis made by herself and tea. “I’m banning any degradetive words with the slightest reference to you, and that rule also will apply to you!“ she exclamed “M-Me?“ You stuttered “Yes! Such blasphemy about the magnificent divine shoudn’t leave from any person’s mouth, specially when you’re the one doing it“ Her blue eyes softened as getting lost on yours “...Don’t say such things about yourself, it breaks my heart to see you blinded by insecurety, not seeing how stunning you are..“

Mavuika was surprised by the way you honestly described yourself. Of course, she did expected you to be humild on your own description, but not so lowly to the point you compare yourself to a monster, and for what? For eating 3 more than proper meals everyday plus a ton snacks? That’s ridiculous!! who put that thought on your head? She’ll hunt this person like there is no tomorrow. But jokes aside, “Hey, it’s not something you can exactlly control, can you? Everybody works differently. And your apitite is something unique, a thing that difies you from the rest, in a good way!“ she ruffles you hair, grinning widely at your flustered expression “Plus, the way you get so excited over the diverse cusines around Teyvat, and your eating face are the most adorable thing in the world!“

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Ummmmm…Yeah, srry if it’s bad i haven’t write for a century. If you’d like me posting more of those, please let me know :3 Baiii ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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[yestrday]

— BLUSH BLUSH ! anemo | hydro | geo | pyro

⤷ yan! hybrid! zhongli, itto, gorou, albedo

summary ! these land-dwelling hybrids have devotion as sturdy as stone and they’re ready to prove it anytime! if you’re feeling shackled by your father’s chain, do not worry, for you have your trusty hybrids to keep you company. should you have any concerns, just come to them anytime. after all, you are all bound by a contract that will never expire~

content ! possessive behavior; obsessive behavior; yandere behavior; mentions of violence; mentions of biting you; mentions of blood; mentions of drugs; sadism; thoughts of corruption

notes ! woah!!!! i have posted an actual full update!!! woah!!! applaud please!

in the neighboring country of your very own, legends say that a great dragon protected their lands in a time of tumultuous peril. were it not for the great dragon general and his army of mythical beasts, the people of that land would have succumbed to war and famine. he built the broken country from the ground back up, and introduced many kinds of craft to help them prosper. the land and its people did indeed flourish,  thanks to the wisdom of the dragon. but wise as he is, he ultimately decided that the humans must learn to rely on themselves, and so he and his army of beasts hid away, till they faded into nothing more but myths and stories…

you stare blankly at the gentleman who is calmly sipping his tea while he tells you this story, and venti's squawking laughter as he dies in the background. having let go of his human form, he sits comfortably with his scaled tail and his golden antlers out, and his black and gold hands gingerly cup the ceramic teacup. aether is beside you giving the man a deadpan stare. all the surrounding hybrids, save for a few clueless ones, give him the side eye. yeah, ZHONGLI is not fooling anybody.

unlike your other hybrids, it was you who came to him. your father had summoned you, much to the anger of your caring hybrids, and your servants had you scrubbed with scented soaps and dressed you in elegant pieces. aether accompanies you all the way to your company's building and soothes your worries away as you ride the elevator going up. the man accompanying you shoots a condescending gaze— the forgotten heir and their hybrid pet— and backing down after receiving aether’s dark glare. when you step into his office, you’re greeted by the apathetic look on your father’s face… and the handsome man beside him.

“this is ZHONGLI,” your father tells you, sounding bored as he resumes to reading his documents. “i heard that you’ve amassed yourself a following of hybrids of some sort.” you tense when you hear that, knowing the positions hybrids hold in this world. “what you do there is of no concern to me. ZHONGLI is a good and efficient secretary– he can help you control those beasts of yours. after all, i cannot risk having so many sources of harm around my child without someone to properly control them.” aether snarls under his breath at the mere implication of them hurting you, but you squeeze his hand. and so off you leave to your isolated villa, your back turning on your neglectful father once more.

ZHONGLI quickly proves himself to be quite the skilled hybrid. he can easily identify from just a glance on what kind of animal they are, as well as the specifications of their behavior, preferred environment, diet, and whatnot. he also helps you sort through your treasures— the jewels and antiques you’ve accumulated over time and tell you stories of these. he entertains you with new knowledge, helping you have a good grasp on the world beyond these walls.

he’s also very, very gentle with you. for the kindness you’ve shown these hybrids, you’ve gained a special place in ZHONGLI’s heart. oftentimes, he will pat your hair down as he recounts an old eastern fable, and straightens out any wrinkles in your shirt when he sees them. it pleases him to know that you are nothing like your father, but he knows that you’re still his blood-related child. if you had to go through any of the trials that your father had, ZHONGLI fears that you may grow just as cold-hearted as he is. so he makes sure to take the utmost care of you, so that you’ll never have to change from your kind and soft self.

ZHONGLI quickly becomes a trustworthy pillar that everyone can rely on. the younger hybrids tend to come to him for advice, and he sometimes even replaces aether as a substitute butler. but when it comes to fights, he only watches in amusement and sips on his tea. youngsters should let out some steam once in a while, he reasons. oh, and aether absolutely forbids him from touching the mora. that’s one thing no one ever trusts him with.

ZHONGLI’s pride and ego as a dragon hybrid has long dissipated since the eras have changed, but even so, it has always irritated him that your father tricked him into a contract. sometimes, when he looks at you, a dark urge dwells in the dark recesses of his mind. it’s a feeling he hasn’t felt ever since he was a young bloodthirsty general— that bloodlust and sadism. he knows you’re not your father… but what he does know is that your father has a great amount of affection he refuses to show to you. so what would happen if ZHONGLI were to… say, ruin you? to push you past your breaking point and present it to your father? 

he knows it’s not right to think such things of you, but you can’t blame him. ZHONGLI is sure you’d understand, like how you understand your every hybrid’s troubles. he’s done so much for you, after all. surely you’ll allow him to take a bite of you, and maybe more. you are a treasure, hidden away where no one can hear you scream. it doesn’t help that ZHONGLI is a dragon, heralded by legends as the mightiest of them all, and he wants to possess every single inch of you until you’re not yourself anymore.

he loves you, and he isn’t afraid to tell you. you are kind, and you are everything your father isn’t. his heart swells when you look at him and his smile is unstoppable when you excitedly chatter on about trivial matters. he wants to give you everything and more but it is in his blood to be selfish, and there’s nothing he wants more than to ruin you and your father too.

RELATIONSHIPS: zhongli and venti often get into passive-aggressive fights by covering up their insults with very fake compliments. poor xiao and aether often find themselves in the middle of this verbal war, but the two old men actually get along more than they’re willing to admit.

ITTO makes himself known by destroying a wall and a room. it was a nice and peaceful day, enjoying a cup of tea before another session of studying with zhongli. but soon enough, the entire manor shakes as a loud explosion comes from one of the outermost rooms, and everyone rushes to see what happened. in the middle of all the rubble and mess is a snorting bull, a stab wound in his side. when it looks up at you, it's eyes grow wide.

everyone covers your eyes when the bull morphs and reveals a naked muscular man with the stupidest grin ever. "hello, little one!" his voice nearly booms, but it stills sound faint as blood dribbles from his mouth. "uh, haha, i know it's awkward to ask this of ya since we just met, but ya look like the master of this house. care to help me out here?"

ITTO apparently has gotten himself injured thanks to a gang war. according to his story, his gang pissed off some of the local ones when they barged into their territory ("anywhere's arataki itto's territory!" he corrects zhongli, but is promptly ignored) and he split up from his gang while running away ("strategic retreat!"). the adrenaline must've gotten to him, because he was a long way off from where he originally came from.

ITTO is loud and childish, but you've never had a normal childhood, so his presence is greatly appreciated. he drags you into his silly games— catching beetles with you to raise them into fierce fighters, shouting out cringey finishing moves during your card games— it’s always a fun time whenever he’s around, and he even manages to wrangle other hybrids into playing with him. a lot of people are exasperated by him, but they do like how friendly and stupid he is, so he’s one of the more popular hybrids in town.

stupid ITTO knows how strong he is, but that doesn’t mean he stops to think before pulling you into one of his bone-crushing hugs. gorou often yelps and tries to pull him off, nagging the laughing bull about his strength and carelessness. when he does loosen his grip on you, he does make for a great cuddle buddy— a set of firm abs behind you, muscled biceps wrapped protectively around your hips, and his head atop yours. sometimes you’ll fall asleep in his arms, much to everyone’s dismay, because then itto would fall asleep with you and everyone knows he has a grip like death.

ITTO’s foolish, but he’s kind and surprisingly wise at times. he’s wise enough to know the dark leer in his fellow hybrids’ eyes, and strong enough to be able to whisk you away from potential danger without any consequences. he tends to move you away whenever territorial conflicts arise between the hybrids, distracting you with a game or two. itto knows all too well how hybrids are treated in this world… he doesn’t want you being scared of them either.

that’s why he doesn’t warn you about the dangers of the other hybrids either. one, because he doesn’t want to fill your head with scary thoughts about them and two, well, he becomes a hypocrite. he may try protecting you, but even that’s hard enough for him. when you smile at him so trustingly, it just breaks his heart in two… and stirs up something dark and possessive within his heart. 

ITTO wants to cradle you gently, continue to play these silly games with you and have fun with the others for your entire life, but sometimes, you make it hard for him to be a nice man. he’s a big, big man— so big, in fact, that you won’t be able to do anything when he wraps that meaty hand of his around your head and muffles your screams. once he pins you to the floor and starts nibbling at your soft flesh, you’ll be helpless and weak, and it’ll only take him a second before he draws blood. he hates himself for wanting to violate you like that, but the thought makes him salivate.

you don’t know the real world like ITTO and the others does, and he wishes to keep it that way. concepts like innocence and pure are too philosophical for the bull hybrid’s taste, but he wishes to keep you safe. he’s been ridiculed, scorned, and cursed at for simply existing. part of him knows its paranoia, part of him believes it, and a small part of him wishes that you continue to hide in the haven you’ve made for yourself.

RELATIONSHIPS: itto��s quite friendly with the entire inazuman group, ready to loop them in for some fun whether they like it or not. due to his outgoing nature, he’s also made friends with the others as well, especially xiao, and seems to be oblivious to his mythical status with his laments about his poor, small figure. aether keeps a tired yet amused smile at his tirades, but makes sure to keep you away from him to avoid his bad influence.

GOROU joins your family after being wrangled by the neck by itto, who had loudly proclaimed that he had found dinner. when he bursts in the front doors, there’s a yipping dog digging its canines into his hand. someone briefly mentions that bulls are supposed to be herbivores, but all you can think about how cute the puppy is. slowly creeping to the shiba inu, you gently stretch out a hand and start petting its soft fur. the small thing flicks its eyes to you and bares its teeth to growl, but a particularly good scratch has it whimpering timidly.

GOROU just might be the only sane one from the inazuman hybrids, minus thoma, who’s more or less subservient to you and ayato. he’s usually frantically running back and forth keeping an eye on itto (“humans are not to be held like that!”) and heizou (“do not try to eat kazuha again!”). when he’s not trying to keep it all together, he likes training in the open field out back, and his night time routines are often spent with other fluffy tail boys, who sit in a circle to groom each others tails. you’re part of this too, often finding yourself groomed by the others too. 

he’s a respected warrior, and he likes to help out around the house too. GOROU is fairly amiable and gullible, so he often plays the straight man of many pranks. he’s strict with himself and with others, but not a lot of people take him seriously, especially with ears and tail as fluffy as that. it’s quite troubling for him, and he doesn’t appreciate it when people stroke his ears out of the blue or ruffle his preciously groomed tail.

although young, he likes to present himself as respectable and responsible. after all, he wants you to trust him, to come to him whenever you need help! but it doesn’t help that whenever GOROU is engaged in a duel, his more base instincts come out and the heat of the fight rushes in his head. he’s growling and scratching the floor, he shoots with a precise aim but doesn’t neglect the use of all four limbs. you find it endearing how embarrassed he becomes when he’s finally relaxed after the duel and you of all people had to see him like that. while you coo and comfort him about how cool he was, all the other hybrids exchange  a look— that wasn’t about being cool, it was a show of primal instincts.

GOROU values your approval and affection more than anything in this world. it’s why he works so tirelessly to become a man you can rely on. he doesn’t allow himself to be clingy, but with some encouragement, he’ll immediately melt in your touch and he won’t let go. he sees you like a being near to divinity– if not divinity itself. your touch cleanses him, your voice soothes him, and should you give him a command, he’ll carry it out with perfect execution. he’s been demeaned as a brainless dog by society, an animal instead of an equal, but for you, he’ll proudly carry that title with blood on its name.

if you’re looking to gain more than what you currently have, GOROU is the perfect lackey to have. it’s not to say that all your dear hybrids are more than happy to follow your pursuit of greatness, but they all have their underlying agendas when it comes to you. meanwhile, GOROU’s wants and needs are all based on yours. he doesn’t need to have any other agendas— all he wants is for you to hold him for the night, bloody mess and all.

RELATIONSHIPS: gorou is usually yelling and running after itto, mostly failing to get him wrangled and disciplined. he’s only ever relaxed around kazuha and aether, who both patiently listen to his grumbles and complaints. the three of them are part of the unofficial tail society of the manor, who along with the other fluffy tail-havers like to sit in a circle and groom each other’s tails.

there was once a time when common household products mysteriously disappeared from your cabinets. it whipped the servants into quite a fright, and rumors of a ghost haunting the halls were popular for a time. it was only when a servant found a small cavern in the side of the hill’s landscape, where the said products were organized meticulously, did they find the culprit— a handsome boy sporting feline eyes and a pair of fluffy ears and tail to boot. when ALBEDO meets your eyes, the wildcat hybrid smiles in a way that would make any romantic’s heart flutter.

“apologies for the inconvenience i may have brought you,” he says in a voice like a fairytale prince’s. “i should have introduced myself sooner instead of stealing from your cabinets. but as you can see,” he poi kntedly stares at the dozen wary eyes behind your back. “... i may have gotten a bit shy in the presence of such… intimidating companions.” 

ALBEDO is almost immediately absolved of all sin. who can get mad at such a pretty face? even your head maid who had been angrily fuming and ranting these past weeks immediately quickly turned all sparkly-eyed and accommodating as soon as albedo sent a charming smile her way. he becomes a quick favorite among the staff, because oh, he’s so nice to talk to! all these scary hybrids are either brooding or scheming or scarily strong and here’s this angel from above come to give them a sense of normality! he’s not nicknamed prince for nothing!

you always feel at ease around ALBEDO, and you like how gentle he is with you. his words are soft-spoken and carefully chosen, and he listens to your insecurities with a patient ear. he shares with you advice and his own perspective of things (albeit a bit flat on the social aspects), and he draws you little doodles to cheer you up. you both have a little game that you play where he draws on his sketchpad and you try to guess what it is before he finishes it. he always finds a way to trick you though, so you never guess correctly. he laughs quietly when you declare that one day you’ll figure it out, and pout when he ruffles your hair like a big brother.

ALBEDO likes how… warm you feel next to him. a favorite past time of his is accompanying you on your strolls and observe the wildlife with you. his hands squeeze yours as you point out the funny cloud in the sky or when you ask about a specific type of flora. if you’re sleepy, you often nap on his lap under the shade of a tree. he can feel his heartbeat racing as his fingers stroke your chin and trace your eyelids, and his big fluffy tail wraps your torso protectively. all he hears is the skritches of his pencil against paper and your faint snoring.

ALBEDO is… passive. strangely so, amidst a harem of dangerous hybrids. he makes it a point to never admit his feelings out loud. to verbalize such fantasies about you, the one who keeps him sheltered, it feels disrespectful to you. you’re too naive of the outside world, too innocent of the darker recesses of the human, er, hybrid mind. he wants to protect this innocence, because there’s too much darkness already in the world.

he hides away in his study, pencil against paper scratching away as his eyes zero in this unfinished portrait. he plans to make a portrait of your likeness, but none of these copies can compare to the real deal. an eye is too off, the nose too thin, the smile not pretty enough. he doodles some little yous on the corner of his scrapped portraits… and blushes furiously. he tears up the indecency and throws them on the fire.

is it so terrible to want to play with you a little? he may put on the big brother act now, but that’s mostly because he likes seeing the expressions you make whenever he praises you. your expressions are so interesting, despite them being like any other human’s. exactly what makes him so drawn to you? it’s a research topic he must explore one day. but for now, ALBEDO is content to play house with you for a little while, and shut away his more sexual instincts for a little while longer. there’d be plenty of time to experiment on you later, once he’s reached his limits. for now, he’ll let the potion simmer for a little while longer ♡

RELATIONSHIPS: albedo often shuts himself away from everyone and stay inside his lil old lab conducting experiments and the like, but once in a while there are people who drag him out. he often experiments on a disgruntled aether, who he bribes with mora. cyno thinks of him as a like-minded friend, but tighnari thinks that the way albedo stares at the jackal is much like a scientist staring at microbes under a glass.

[helloanime]

Zhongli's Stalker/Lover! Bottom!FTM!Zhongli x Top!Male!Reader Warning: Cunnilingus, drinking, drugs, stalking, unprotected sex, mentions of female genitals Zhongli doesn't even know how it came to this, hell, his brain isn't even functioning properly, all because of you. Currently, you're eating out this spoken-highly-of dragon's cunt, making him a moaning, cumming mess. Before this, a few hours ago, Zhongli was just at the bar, drinking alcohol, little did he know, that someone spiked one of his drinks when he was already just slightly tipsy. Since he's a dragon and a Geo Archon, he couldn't really get fully drunk, but Zhongli had drank very strong liquor, so he got just a bit drunk. And that allowed, someone -you- to spike his drink. After you spiked his drink, he had passed out, and when he woke up, all he saw was darkness. You had tied up his arms to the headboard of the bed and blindfolded him, he doesn't even know who did this, yet. Once you realized he had woken up from his slumber, in your usual, soft, and velvety voice, you say "Oh, you're finally awake, my love! Did you enjoy your sleep?~" Zhongli floundered around, knowing that he had been drugged, that stripped away his Geo elemental powers. "Who are you and what do you want?!" Zhongli said firmly in his calm tone, despite his helplessness. "It's me, dear, [Name]~ Your one and only~" you speak with a soft, but malicious tone. Zhongli stops thrashing around immediately, his beautiful orange and brown eyes widening underneath the blindfold. When you finally take the blindfold off, you can see Zhongli, the fear swimming in his eyes.... Oh how that only fueled your sadistic side and lewd desire. You've known Zhongli for a while, and you're obsessed with him. Yes, you're a stalker for Zhongli, but who wouldn't be if they knew your precious angel? You've always said that to yourself to bury down the guilt, -aka, the sane part of you- and it works. Back to the present, you continue to eat out Zhongli who's completely out of it, his slender fingers intertwined with your (h/c) locks, soft whimpers and moans escaping past his perfect, soft, dreamy lips. This was literally out of a -your- dream, this calm, strong man, falling apart in front of you, presenting himself, his cunt dripping their delicious juices onto your chin. You're like a starved man as you eat him out. And when you reveal your length, Zhongli can feel his eyes widening, and his pink hue on his cheeks turning scarlet. Zhongli and you know that he is scared, but more excited than any other feeling. You slip your length inside Zhongli's pussy, cooing soft praises and comfort in his ear, the dragon arching his back once you were fully inside, his mesmerizing brownish-orange eyes dissapeared to the back of his head, he had already squirted around your cock and you've only just put it in. Zhongli could feel your cock fitting snuggly inside of his dripping pussy, the tip of your cock kissing his cervix, making him cum again. Your cock was girthy and lengthy, pressing all of the right and sensitive spots inside of him. Since you didn't have a condom on, he could feel the skin of your cock pressing in him. At first you were thrusting in and out slowly and sensually so Zhongli could get used to your length. But after a bit, you started speeding up, you started speeding up, his moans getting louder as well. "Hnnng! a-aahh~♥" Zhongli moaned out, white ropes of cum spurting out of his t-dick. "Such a good slut for me, hm?" You hummed out, your tone soft and innocent despite the dirty words. After a while, you cum inside of him, despite his pleas of 'no' yet in his head, he kept on repeating "Cum in me, please~". You gently stroke Zhongli's long, soft, disheveled hair.

You gently take a clean, but damp cloth, cleaning up Zhongli a bit, the dragon shuddering a bit from the dampness of the cloth, before his eyes widen a bit. You had just picked him up, bridal style, you carry Zhongli's sensitive body to the bathroom. The bathroom pristine, fancy and clean, but cozy. A light on the ceiling, the lighting is a soft mellow white, so it doesn't hurt your eyes, but still lights up the room, there was a tub and shower, the shower had glass doors, while the tub was sparkly clean, towels hung up where they are meant to be, the towels pure white, definitely clean. You gently sit Zhongli down on the toilet seat, turning on the faucet of the shower tub, putting your hand in it to make sure it wasn't too cold or too hot for your dear dragon. Once the bath was ready, you set Zhongli down in the tub, making sure he was comfortable, you get in the tub as well, sitting behind Zhongli, despite having unwilling sex with you, Zhongli still enjoyed it. You wash the dragon's hair tenderly, like you did with the rest of his body. You had to clean your cum out of him so.... you had to put a finger back in his pussy, gently scraping it out. Zhongli was now facing you, his face buried in your shoulder, moaning softly at the sensation. The noises close to your ears, traveling down to your dick, you were getting hard again, but it would've probably been too much for Zhongli, so you ignore it. You finish cleaning the exhausted dragon, drying him off and putting your clothes on him after you took him out of the tub and sat him down on the toilet seat. You carry Zhongli's limp body to your bed, you had changed the sheets before cleaning Zhongli, so you just had to lay Zhongli down. You lay down beside him, wrapping your arms around Zhongli's body, the two of you cuddling. The last thing you say and hear before nodding off is "I love you". You both fall asleep in each other's warm, comforting embrace... (A/N: This is my first actual post that isn't a choose your ending like the Jealousy one. I saw that I got a lot -well to me- of likes on that post, i hope you guys used the actual AI Bot where the original little script came from. Thank you for all of those likes!)

[quietplace26]

Ok, so me and @arn9tails was chatting about their au again, and swerved off onto my Soulmate au post that's also involved in their au, and the gist is,

"Zhongli is MC's soulmate, the first instance of a human bonded to a Teyvatian. When a soul bond is solidified between an Earthling and Teyvatian, the Earthling will become the size of a Teyvatian. So, when she hit her head, she became the first instance of an "Ascended Earthling" Rest of the thingy goes pretty normally, but folks start worshipping her." - @arn9tails

Basically, an alternative take on my Zhongli Soulmate post, which is right HERE if ya'll want to read it. Enjoy the crack and fluff!

Zhongli

Soulmate bonds worked in mysterious ways. Everyone knew that. No amount of studying or experimenting could ever truly describe a bond between Soul-Hearts.

It just existed, and people accepted that.

Only... no amount of Soulmate specialists on Earth considered this possible situation.

At the conference in (your choice) city, in the largest stadium in county, a Soulmate bond like no other was witness in front of a crowd of thousands of people and cameras.

An Earthling born human woman, and a GOD from another world, one that many knew was from a hit video game called Genshin Impact, was seen firsthand completing their Soulmate bond.

And the aftereffects... were shocking.

Once the GOD, Rex Lapis, touched the still unnamed Earthling woman, who by eyewitnesses' reports, seemed to be injured, started to glow... and started to GROW.

Yes, you heard right. She started to GROW in size, quickly becoming the size of what we believe is a standard Teyvatian female's size.

By the time glow finally reseeded, Rex Lapis had already bundled up his new Soul-Heart in his jacket and was snapping at the Earthling delegates that he was leaving and left back for his nation.

It's been a some time since then, and many, MANY Earthlings were curious about the fate of the former Earthling.

The Earthling government was keeping tight lips about her status and such, so who knows what had become of her...

Meanwhile in Liyue...

"...Oh, Lady MC!"

"Lady MC, how are you and Lord Rex Lapis doing today?"

"Mom, look, it's Lady MC and Lord Rex Lapis! Hi!"

You smile as a little girl wave excitedly to you, which you return with a giggle as the little girl squeals in excitement over the fact you waved back at her.

Next to you, Zhongli chuckles in amusement, his arm tightening around your waist as he led you down the bustling streets of Liyue.

"Seems you are quite the popular one today, dearest."

He says this... even though it was like this everyday for you since you arrived in Liyue.

Yes. For whatever reason, you being Zhongli's- ahem, I mean Rex Lapis's Soulmate means you yourself were given godly status like him?

Let rewind back a year. All the way back when MC first woke up in Liyue... and in a shirtless Zhongli's arms!

To her relief, she didn't say anything stupid or sus at that moment as the soul bond between the two of them clicked into place.

After that, the two of them mostly lazed around in bed holy shit she was in Geo daddy's bed, not really talking. Just soaking in one another's presence...

Though, eventually, Zhongli and MC got up, or well, Zhongli got up and carried her in his arms Oh god he did have dark colored arms with glowly lines on them! to his kitchen where he made some tea for two of them.

You two ended up talking for a few hours after that. The of them carefully probing one another with questions and such, slowly getting to know each other.

But the questions about their Soulmate bond was brought up, with Zhongli on the theory that MC didn't originally know he was her Soulmate... which MC then timidly tells him the truth.

MC: "Uh... Well, I've known you're my soulmate for a few years now? Heheh... Y-you know about Genshin Impact, yes?"

The face Zhongli made immediately caused MC to flinch with a squeak. Ok, he knew about it and HATED it, that was very much apparent!

Thankfully he calmed down, admitting that, YES, he knew about it... it was what ruined his retirement after all.

Ah... that would do it, huh?

MC: "W-well, did you know that a S-soulmate mark can mistake when their destined one... dies?" She phased this question awkwardly as Zhongli gave her a confused look.

MC would then explain how when she saw his 'death' happened at the Rite of Descension, her Soulmate mark went on the fritz for good few minutes, messing badly with her emotions.

MC: "It was scary... You know? I had no clue what was happening to me. Why I was crying, or why I was sad... I just felt like I lost a part of myself for a moment-"

She didn't notice she was crying when remembering that scary moment. Only when arms that were starting to become very familiar to her wrapped around her body in a tight hug.

For the next hour Zhongli would hold her, letting our deep rumbling purrs and murmuring quiet apologies for scaring her like that.

He just wanted to retire! Not scare his poor soulmate to near death!

After that it was mostly MC explaining how she met him 'in game' and the journey on her realizing that, hey, this supposedly not real man was her Soulmate. Oh, woe is her

Zhongli thankfully didn't hold it against her when she admitted to ONLY playing Genshin because it was the only way to be near him...

But Zhongli's only worry was the fact she had to deal with a one-sided Soulmate bond for a few years. That should've been an excruciating pain for a human to handle!

When MC only shrugged, saying she got used to it, Zhongli didn't know whether to impressed or worried. He was already thinking of calling Dr. Baizhu again-

But before he could do that, he hears MC admit she was originally not going to go to that conference. Because she felt like she didn't deserve him.

MC: "I mean, well, I'm human. And you're a God. There was also that issue with the size differences... but apparently, it's not an issue anymore?"

MC was still very much confused about her sudden growth, but that worried was thrown out the window when Zhongli drags her in for another hug, firmly placing her on his lap, and growling in her face that she should never think that way again!

Zhongli: "You, my 灵魂伴侣 (soulmate), are mine. You are my destined one. The one fate decided was my other half of my soul. So, do not ever think that you are never enough. Do you understand me, dearest?"

Poor MC barely manages to squeak out a yes before Zhongli presses a soft kiss to her forehead, making her squeak once again.

This man- no... this God was going to be the death of her...

The rest of the conversation that follows was thankfully simpler and straight to the point. It was mostly Zhongli explaining that since MC was his Soul-Heart, and because of she had become Teyvatian size, she would remain in Liyue with him.

Where, in Zhongli's eyes, she rightfully belonged.

It was then agreed that both MC and Zhongli wouldn't immediately get married as Zhongli wanted to court her properly

And how could MC say no to that logic. What girl wouldn't want to be courted by a handsome man that was their Soul-Heart?

And just like that, MC began her life in Liyue... with her Soul-Heart, Zhongli.

~Extra Notes~

As mentioned before, the people of Liyue automatically placed MC on Zhongli's level over the fact the two of them were soulmates.

MC found the whole thing a bit awkward as she was technically still human- wait, what do you mean when she soul bonded with Zhongli she became essentially immortal like him?!

Since she was treated on the same ground as Zhongli, MC tried too at least take part with helping Liyue. It was simple things, mostly incorporating some things from Earthling culture. Mainly food drives and Toys-for-Tots kind of deal for those with little Mora.

Turns out these simple acts of kindness only brought up her popularity even more.

Zhongli also eventually introduced her to the Adepti once she was more settled in, and as a way to hopefully break the ice as she was absolutely terrified at meeting Cloud Retainer and the other Adepti... she brought food.

She may've stressed cooked a little too much, but a pot of steaming food in hand, she smiles shyly up at the Adepti and introduces herself as she offered food.

MC is still surprised at how quickly the food was gobbled up, but hearing all the compliments made it so much better for her.

It made her so confident that she even made cute little bento boxes for them to take food home with!

Xiao was the most flustered one out of all of them when handed the bento box, but MC finds it empty and clean in the kitchen the next morning.

This starts a rather adorable trend of Xiao stopping by every so often to pick up his personal bento box cause MC wanted him to eat more and come talk to her.

She wanted to be his friend! And friend she shall be!

MC also easily befriends the Adepti in the harbor. Madame Ping was just as nice as she was in the game, even sharing some more... amusing, stories about Zhongli in his hay day.

All the while the Geo Archon himself was pouting beside MC, grumbling about none of the things Ping was saying was true, but the telltale sign of light blush on his cheeks said differently.

Ganyu was also another Adepti MC spoke to a lot. Sometimes she even went over to Ganyu's workplace and took her out eat so the poor overworked Adepti could relax for once.

Despite all the positive relationships MC was growing in Liyue... there was some negative ones...

Keqing. To be honest, MC never really liked her in Genshin, finding her personality awful and the way she was so rude and condescending to the Adepti and the divine in general putting a sour taste in MC's mouth.

She also made MC lose her 50/50 too many times, that bit-

And that continues on when meeting Keqing for real. MC could see the disgust in the other woman's eyes when she saw MC and Zhongli... so, when no one was looking, MC sneered back and flips her off.

Of course, Keqing tried to get MC in trouble for that, but Ningguang tells her to be silent and apologize to MC for causing her and Lord Rex Lapis trouble.

Zhongli would later mention how he saw it and thought it was cute how sassy MC was.

He also asked if MC wanted him to 'deal' with Keqing.

MC: "...Deal with her how, Zhongli? ...Zhongli!"

Another small issue that occurred... was Xiangling.

It all started while MC and Zhongli were dinning at family's restaurant, and Xiangling was rambling to her friends, which MC noticed was Chongyun and Xingqiu, about Earth, and-

Xiangling: "Those Earthlings are such exotic looking creatures! I wonder what they taste like?"

MC's face immediately lost all color as she dropped her chopsticks in utter horror, and Zhongli was already getting off his seat, his expression filled with cold rage at the still oblivious Xiangling.

Thankfully, no one was hurt killed as Chongyun and Xingqiu yanked her away, hissing something to her before the chef's own face went white as she glanced over to MC.

A few minutes later MC awkwardly pats the now crying Xiangling's head as the young chef apologized for her words.

Besides that, there was a small issue with the Fatui? MC wasn't sure as Zhongli kept her out of the issue.

Unknown to her, Dottore was caught poking around Liyue, something about him wanting to 'Chat' with the ex-Earthling woman.

Needless to say, he was booted from Liyue and Zhongli sent a lengthy letter to the Tsaritsa about keeping that thing away from his wife less she wanted one less Harbinger.

And that was how Dottore was banned from ever entering Liyue again or even coming within a mile of MC.

After a month or so into her new life in Liyue, MC started to feel a little homesick.

It wasn't too bad, but she did miss her the familiarity of her old apartment. Her old room, with all her well love books, her movie collection, and her large, LARGE Pokémon plush collection.

Zhongli eventually finds out about this... and he disappears for a few days.

Unknown to you he had gone back to MC's Earthling nation and after some small talk with some officials, he manages to get his hands on her belongings, which had been thankfully stored away by MC's old landlady.

He had no clue what were in these tiny boxes, but he hoped it would bring a smile back to his Soul-Heart's face...

Zhongli returns to Liyue, immediately going to ask Cloud Retainer to building something that could increase the size of the boxes and their belongings inside, and once that was done, he shows them to MC.

The happy squeal she let out along with the hug and kiss she gave him made Zhongli's day as his Soul-Heart ripped opened the biggest of the boxes... and pull out a large, strange creature?

Meanwhile MC was over the moon as she hugged her giant Lapras plush! She had her things back!

And when she pulled out more of her Pokémon plushies, Zhongli asked, "What are these... tiny plush creatures? Are they native beings to your world?"

A curious sound leaves Zhongli, a sound MC loving liked to describe as his 'Drago noises', as he cradles your Dragonair plush.

For the rest of the day, MC had pleasure of telling Zhongli everything about the joys of Pokémon and even gave him a few of her plushies that she noticed his eyes kept glancing at.

A Dragonite, a normal colored Dragonair and its shiny counterpart, and a Dratini! (Picture here!)

Hm... Maybe she could get Cloud Retainer to make a charger for her Switch, and she could show Zhongli the Pokémon gaming experience?

The two of them dug more through MC's stuff, which only brought more and more questions from Zhongli as he curiously examined everything.

When MC explained the concept of Movies and showed him some of her old DVD collection and old dingy DVD played... Zhongli actually looked childlike. His eyes had an excited glow to them.

Stories told in moving, talking pictures or even with real people? He wanted to see them! Especially that one MC mention was her favorite. What was it... Oh, How to Train Your Dragon?

Cue Cloud Retainer being MVP again and got MC's DVD player and TV working, and both MC and Zhongli spent the next night or so binge watching all her movies.

It was so, SO cute watching Zhongli enjoy the movies. When they would finish one, he'd look to MC, eyes begging to watch something else.

The two of them literally watched through several of her favorite Disney and Studio Ghibi movies, along with Narnia, Lord of The Rings, Kung Fu Panda and few other movies you had on hand.

Watching the Jurassic Park movies was an interesting experience though. As Zhongli learns about Dinosaurs for the first time.

Zhongli: "You mean to tell me you used to have dragons, but they all went extinct by a giant meteor slamming into the planet?" Not him glancing at his special attack.

MC: "Not dragons, honey. Dinosaurs. There's a difference."

This man was too cute, what the hell-

Hm... Maybe MC could get Cloud Retainer to help her somehow connect to the internet on her dead laptop? Then maybe she could pull up even more movies and even show Zhongli some Anime and Cartoons!

The Pokemon series/Movies was a must, Avatar the Last Airbender, oh, and maybe Monkie Kid! It would be fun to explain Sun Wukong to Zhongli through this silly cartoon.

Zhongli would be like, "A monkey god??? Really?" Proceeds to hear all of Sun Wukong's lore and realizes he would've loved to fight this guy back in his Morax days.

Besides that, Zhongli found MC's Dragonair onesie. It was something she bought on whim, and while it was no doubt childish, it was so comfortable and warm to wear at home.

To her delight, a few days later Zhongli manages to acquire his own 'onesie', one that was made to look similar to his Exuiva form.

Dragon onesies lovers!

~Extra, EXTRA notes. Baby edition~

It was a few weeks or so after MC and Zhongli returned from their honeymoon in Sumeru when the first signs were noticed.

Zhongli noticing MC's scent changing ever so slightly. Her change in appetite and feeling sick in the morning or due to certain smells.

It could be only one thing, but the couple wanted to be sure, so they talked to Baizhu... and it was true. MC was pregnant.

If she hadn't been adored before, then Liyue reached a new height of adoration for MC. She was carrying their God's child, so of course they were excited!

Zhongli was of course nervous about her carrying an Adepti child, much less his, but MC calmed him by saying she trusted him and Baizhu to take care of her and their little 'bun in the oven'.

For the next nine months, poor MC had to deal with an increasingly feral and dragony Soul-Heart.

Barely even a month pregnant and she wanted to take a short walk? No! Back into the nest! Every answered from Zhongli ended with that.

MC was permanently nest bound for the majority of her pregnancy due to her Soulmate's overprotective dragon instincts going wild over her.

Despite her being moody because of this... she didn't hold it against Zhongli. This was his first child after all, she couldn't blame him for being so frazzled over this.

She did demand plenty of cuddles, kisses, Pokémon plushies that he was able to obtain from the Earthling nations, and maybe some se-

... Nine months later, and on a snowy, winter day in Liyue, the Geo Archon's first child, first daughter, graced the world with a loud cry.

She was proudly named Xue (雪 (xuě) meaning "snow"), as in memory of the rare, pretty snow fall that graced the Harbour on the day of her birth.

Xue was very much Zhongli's child. MC even jokingly says it was clear who's gene pool was stronger as little Xue looked exactly like her proud papa!

Zhongli disagrees saying Xue looks more like MC because of her smile.

While it was normal for new parents to have bumps in raising their child, MC hadn't had much issue yet, and her child was half Adepti!

But one thing did happen one late night...

MC and Zhongli woke up from a dead sleep with a crash is heard from the nursery... and all they found was a tipped over crib, some shredded clothes they knew was Xue's onesie... but no Xue.

Zhongli had already darted off, saying he was going to call for the Adepti and close the exits off. MC could already feel the earth shaking from his rage alone.

But as soon as he left, MC heard a small noise from down the hall in the living room.

There, hidden under the couch and shaking in fear was a small Dragon that looked like a tiny, chibi version of Zhongli's Exuvia form.

MC: "...Xue?"

MC immediately goes to find Zhongli, Baby Hatchling!Xue in her arms, so she could prevent her Soul-Heart from unintentionally destroying Liyue in an earthquake because of his rage.

Not even 10 minutes later Zhongli was in his own Dragon form, gently nosing and licking a squeaking and chirping Xue, who playfully bats at his nose with her tiny paws.

MC, watching this, playfully clutches a hand over her heart, saying she couldn't take the cuteness.

She proceeds to get pounced and cuddled by her Dragon Soul-Heart and Hatchling daughter.

After that it wasn't uncommon to see Xue in her hatchling form as she couldn't control her shifting yet like Zhongli could.

This meant getting Adepti magic infused baby clothes because getting new ones every time she shifts, thus ripping them, was becoming a bit of a pain and loss of Mora.

Thank you, Cloud Retainer and Madame Ping for coming in clutch.

It wouldn't be too much of an issue. Just need to modify somethings, like it being able to stretch out to fit Xue's Hatchling form, and most importantly, her little tail.

MC still loses her mind over that little tail and the little tail fluff at the end. it was just too cute... at least until she accidentally gets faced slap by it and has fur in her mouth.

Thus, why MC had the glee of having a custom baby onesie made, and Zhongli agreed with the finished project with a smile of his own.

...The internet broke. Simple as that.

And it was all because of simple social media post. The issue was... it was a post from the Earthling woman turned Teyvatian's account.

And the post? Well...

It was 3 people, all of whom were sitting on a floor and in cartoonish onesies.

The Ex-Earthling woman, MC (Dragonair onesie), the Geo Archon (Exuvia onesie), and... a small toddler (Shiny Dratini onesie) sits on MC's lap. All of 3 them were smiling.

And the caption reads, "Just a simple, happy family"

[dragon-ascent]

You face off against the Geo Lord in an epic showdown.

"The moment is now, Rex Lapis," you announce, staring down at him from where you are perched. "I have come to challenge you!" Every single moment of your journey has culminated into this moment right here.

What you were made for.

And if fate has willed it, it's what your foe was made for, too. The older man is poised, golden eyes shining in amusement as he looks up at you. "You have done well to come this far, esteemed one. If a battle is what you seek, then so be it. Ready your weapon!"

"Weapon?" You laugh mockingly. "No, I need no weapon to fell you!"

The god smirks in response. "Then nor shall I use one." He gets into position, eyeing you like a hawk. Waiting for your first move.

"Here comes...the cuddle monster!" You jump off the couch and glomp your husband. "Raaaaaah!"

"A formidable move," commends Zhongli, holding you tight, "but can you counter...this?" He squeezes you, but you squeeze back with as much vim and vigor.

You cackle. "You're no match for me, Deus Auri!" You kiss his cheeks repeatedly, tackling him onto the soft sofa.

"Ah...you are strong..." he murmurs, holding you by the waist. "However, do not underestimate me, Huggable One." He takes your mouth by surprise in a deep and passionate kiss, rubbing your hips as he does so.

You find yourself melting, turning limp atop your husband. "Oh my," you sigh dreamily when he pulls away from the kiss. "Perhaps I'm no match for the Geo Lord after all..."

But just when Zhongli thinks the match is over, you grin and slide your hand teasingly lower, cupping him between his legs, eliciting a moan of surprise from him.

"I know just how to vanquish you," you tease, giggling at the way he closes his eyes with a small smile as you gleefully advance your surprise turnaround attack.

Suffice to say, the victory goes to you tonight.

[sadsimp]

Hi!! was wondering if u can do a tkatb characters with mc with low self esteem?

TKATB with a mc with low self esteem <3

I’m so sorry it took this long😭 I hope you like it <3 

I’m not sure if you meant platonic or romantic, so I tried to make it for both :)

Brittney:

I feel like she wouldn’t notice, like at all. She’s probably is the reason with her comments tbh.. 

But! If you come out and say it, she’d get it I think. If it was the Mean Girls, she’d want to fight them I’m sure. Another food fight? Perhaps..👀 

If something she said makes you upset and your esteem go down, i honestly don’t think she’d apologize right away. You’d have to tell her what she said was hurtful and then she would apologize. 

If someone else made a comment? Hands are thrown✊👊 She stands up for you and won’t let anyone talk shit about you. 

I feel like she would understand, and try to help with the ways that help her. 

She’d offer to prepare a bath for you and get some of your favorite snacks, before watching a movie together. She’d let you pick(reluctantly) and when/if she gets bored during it, she would speak up and tell you not to listen to the others. That you’re fine just the way you are 🩷

Geo:

He wouldn’t care💀😭

He’d be like “Not my problem 😐”

But let’s get into our fantasies and make him nice 😌

He’s very observant, so he’d probably know real quick. He’d ask you about it out right and bluntly. He doesn’t beat around the bush. 

If you deny it, he’s not gonna be mad. He understands that it’s not something you want to admit. He would hope you would tell him the truth. 

If you confirm his suspicions, he’d be subtle. 

He can tell by the way you curl in on yourself when someone comments about you. He glares at the people who even talk to you, and tell them off. 

He’d bring an extra hoodie or sweater and offer it for you. He’d share some of his food with you, much to the dismay of Deryl.

He’s suggest you come over to his dorm/place/home and set up something nice. He’d offer some tea, wrap you up in a blanket with him, and put on some soft music to soothe you to sleep💜

Deryl:

I don’t he’d notice quickly, but after a while he might catch on. Key word “Might.” I don’t think he’s very observant honestly. 

He’d notice how quiet you get and comment on it. He’d ask if you’re okay and try to cheer you up. He’d listen intently (try to anyway. He love him for it), nodding his head along. He would understand and say you’re not alone. 

That it’s normal for people to feel this way and everyone feels like that sometimes. Even him! 

He would hold out his arms and try for a hug. He’d squeeze you tightly and nuzzle his nose in your hair/neck/cheek/etc

He’s probably the best with jokes and making people feel better. He’d ask what he could do to help, if there’s anything, and try to do it immediately 💛

Jess:

I feel like she wouldn’t notice either honestly. You’d have to be out right with your thoughts and feelings.

She’s completely understanding and offers all the ways that helped her in the past. 

She’d suggest bubbles baths, taking a nap, journalling, hanging out with Brittney-

She’s shyly offer a small hug and hold you for as long as you want. She’d rub your back while humming a tune. If you want, she’d even scratch your back for you. 🧡

I’m sorry I don’t have much else 😭

Crowe:

He notices quickly too. He probably won’t comment and just wait for you to say something. 

He’d try to be subtle with his ways of helping you. Maybe a compliment on your hair one day, another on your outfit, one about how lovely your smile is, another-

And so on. 

If you tell him he’s completely there for you. He’s smiling softly at you as you explain your feelings and he’s nodding along. He’s not entirely sure how to help, but if you tell him he’ll do it. He’d do anything for you. 

He’d ask what he could do. He’d take what you say and also his ideas, while doing some research to help. 

He’d write down some motivation quotes and add them to your work stuff with hopes you’ll see them. 💙

Sol:

He would know immediately and he would try to help you the best he can.

He’d make you cute little lunches with compliments or inspirational words made out of food. 

He’s already offering his shirt, just take it. It’s there to make you feel better! Totally not any other reason..

If you want to talk about it, he’s more than happy to led an ear. 

He’d also try to distract you I think. He’s always eager to spend time with you, and this is a good excuse! He’d suggest a bunch of different stuff like a museum, art show, etc.

Many museums have sculptures, and he would go for those ones specifically to show you that you’re perfect the way you are. People in the ancient times thought they were beautiful, so why aren’t you? You are. 💚

Hyugo:

He’d try to distract you from your thoughts I think, once he realizes them. He’d probably take a bit of time before he does notice though.

He’d invite you to watch movies, listen to inspirational stories, or funny tv shows with him. 

I’m a firm believer he’s all for aggressive positivity. Waving his arms in a heart shape and screaming affirmations to you. 

He’d be very protective, glaring at anyone who dares look at you the wrong way, and then turning back to you pouting about how they were interrupting. 

He would try to bake something or get you treats from a local bakery. I can imagine him putting the little treats into a cute box with ribbon. In order to get the desserts, you would have to accept some compliments 🩵