#Lumine x Reader

[aventurineswife]

Reader is someone with a bad habit of bottling things up and never taking their emotions seriously. They always put others' needs before themselves, and it's obviously taking a toll on them. Their partner/s try to speak with them about it, but the conversation quickly turns in a heated argument, which pushes the reader to the edges and causes to finally break down in tears. This is the first time the reader cries in front of their partner, and it makes them feel ashamed. How would their partner react? How would they deal with this situation and help reader understand that it's okay to be vulnerable? (Shushang, Robin, Aventurine, Lumine, Kinich, Kaveh, and Veritas together, Ororon.)

“You Don’t Have to Carry This Alone”

Tags: Sushang x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Robin x Reader, Lumine x Reader, Kinich x Reader, Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Ororon x Reader, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Breakdown and Recovery, Soft Angst, Caring Relationships, Found Family Vibes, Personal Growth.

Warnings: Emotional Distress, Breakdowns, Mentions of Overworking, Themes of Vulnerability, Mental Health Discussions.

The dimly lit room was heavy with tension as Aventurine leaned casually against his desk, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you. He had tried to broach the subject delicately, wrapping his concerns in honeyed words, but you had brushed him off as always. Now, his patience was wearing thin.

“You can’t keep doing this,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically sharp. “You’re running yourself into the ground, and for what? To keep everyone else happy while you crumble?”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, crossing your arms defensively. “I’ve always handled things this way. I don’t need your pity, Aventurine.”

His jaw tightened. For a man known for his charm and unshakable composure, the frustration flickering in his gaze was rare. “This isn’t about pity,” he said. “It’s about the fact that I care about you. Why is that so hard for you to accept?”

The conversation escalated, each word cutting deeper until something inside you snapped. “Because I don’t know how!” you yelled, your voice cracking. The dam you had built so carefully burst, and tears streamed down your face. “I don’t know how to let anyone care about me, okay? I don’t even know how to care about myself.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air. You turned away, ashamed, wiping furiously at your tears. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to—”

Before you could finish, Aventurine was by your side, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. “No,” he interrupted softly. “Don’t apologize. Not for this.”

His touch was steady, grounding, as he turned you to face him. His ever-present smile was gone, replaced by an expression of quiet sincerity. “You don’t have to carry everything alone,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I know it’s terrifying to let someone in, but you’re not weak for feeling. You’re human. And you’re allowed to break sometimes.”

You hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in. Aventurine’s eyes searched yours, not for weakness, but for understanding. Slowly, he reached up to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle and unhurried. “We’ll figure it out together,” he said. “But you need to let me in. Just a little.”

His words, so simple yet so profound, felt like a lifeline. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to lean into someone else’s strength, even if just for a moment. Aventurine held you as you cried, his presence a quiet reminder that vulnerability wasn’t something to be ashamed of—it was a bridge to something deeper.

The sweet scent of lavender lingered in the air as Robin adjusted the hem of her gown, her eyes full of concern as she watched you pace back and forth. She had tried to gently bring up your habit of bottling things up, but her delicate approach had only seemed to irritate you.

“You can’t keep ignoring your feelings,” she said softly, her voice like a melody. “You’re important too, you know.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied curtly, avoiding her gaze. “There’s too much to do, and it doesn’t matter how I feel.”

Robin frowned, a rare show of frustration crossing her usually serene face. “It does matter,” she insisted, her tone firmer now. “You matter to me. I can’t just stand by and watch you hurt yourself like this.”

Her words hit a nerve, and before you knew it, the argument escalated. The more she pushed, the more defensive you became, until the emotions you had been suppressing finally erupted. Tears blurred your vision as you sank into a nearby chair, covering your face with trembling hands. “I’m sorry,” you choked out, ashamed of breaking down in front of her. “I—I didn’t mean to…”

Robin was by your side in an instant, her soft hands gently prying yours away from your face. “Shh,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “It’s okay. Let it out.”

She knelt in front of you, her eyes shimmering with compassion. “You don’t have to hide from me,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’ve been so strong for everyone else, but you don’t have to be strong for me. I want to be your strength when you need it.”

Her words broke through the wall of shame you had built around yourself, and for the first time, you let her see the depth of your pain. Robin wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as you cried into her shoulder. She hummed softly, the familiar sound of her voice grounding you in the moment.

When your tears finally subsided, she pulled back just enough to look at you, a small, reassuring smile on her face. “Thank you for trusting me,” she said. “It’s okay to feel, to cry, to let go. You’re not alone, and you never will be as long as I’m here.”

[Header credits]

The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Lumine stood with her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and frustration. She had tried to talk to you countless times about your habit of ignoring your own needs, but this time, she wasn’t backing down.

“You’re going to burn yourself out,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “You keep taking on everything for everyone else, but who’s taking care of you?”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” you replied, your voice tense. “I’ve handled things on my own just fine.”

“No, you haven’t,” Lumine shot back, surprising you with her bluntness. “You’re barely holding it together, and you know it.”

The argument quickly escalated, her persistent concern clashing with your stubborn refusal to admit weakness. Finally, her words struck a chord, and the floodgates opened. “Fine!” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. “You’re right, okay? I can’t handle it anymore. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The raw emotion in your voice caught Lumine off guard, but she recovered quickly, stepping closer to you. “No,” she said softly. “I didn’t want to hear that. I wanted you to tell me before it got this bad.”

You turned away, ashamed of your outburst, but Lumine gently took your hand, her grip steady and reassuring. “Hey,” she said, her voice softer now. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hide how you feel. Not from me.”

Her eyes were filled with understanding as she guided you to sit on a nearby log. “Crying doesn’t make you weak,” she continued. “It makes you human. And you don’t have to go through this alone.”

Lumine stayed by your side as you let out everything you had been holding in, her quiet presence a source of comfort. When your tears finally slowed, she reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle. “You’re not a burden,” she said firmly. “You’re someone I care about deeply. And I’m going to be here for you, no matter what.”

Her words were a balm to your weary soul, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe them.

Sushang’s soft bells jingled as she entered the room, a look of concern etched on her face. You sat by the window, staring into the distance, the usual cheer in your eyes dulled by exhaustion.

“You’ve been running yourself ragged lately,” she began hesitantly. “I’ve noticed… you’re always taking care of everyone else, but what about you?”

“I’m fine, Sushang,” you replied, the words automatic and clipped. “There’s no need to worry about me.”

“But I am worried!” she insisted, her voice rising. “You can’t keep pretending everything is okay when it’s not. You’re only human.”

The tension in the room thickened, her words striking a nerve. “I said I’m fine!” you snapped, your hands clenched into fists. “I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life.”

Her usually bright demeanor faltered, replaced by a rare seriousness. “You’re not fine! And it hurts me to see you like this, acting like your feelings don’t matter.”

The dam broke. Tears welled in your eyes and spilled over, a torrent of emotions you’d held back for far too long. You turned away, ashamed of your outburst and your vulnerability.

Sushang was at your side in an instant, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice gentle. “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

“But I—” you choked, unable to finish.

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her own shimmering with empathy. “You’re always so strong for everyone else. Let me be strong for you this time. Please.”

Her sincerity broke through your walls, and you collapsed into her embrace, sobbing openly. Sushang held you as if to shield you from the world, her soothing words a balm to your battered heart.

The crackling of the campfire was the only sound as Kinich sat across from you, his amber eyes flickering with concern. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, his tone careful but firm. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you replied, avoiding his gaze. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

He frowned, his usually warm expression shadowed with worry. “You’ve been saying that for weeks. You think I can’t see the toll it’s taking on you?”

“I don’t need this right now,” you muttered, standing to leave.

But Kinich was faster, his hand catching yours. “You do,” he said firmly. “You can’t keep bottling this up. It’s okay to let someone in.”

“Why do you care so much?” you snapped, pulling your hand away. “I’m fine, Kinich! Just leave it alone!”

His eyes narrowed, frustration clear in his posture. “Because I care about you! And it hurts to see you hurting yourself like this.”

The words hit harder than you expected, and before you could stop yourself, the tears came. You crumpled to the ground, hands covering your face as sobs wracked your body.

Kinich was at your side instantly, his arms wrapping around you like the warmth of a fire. “Let it out,” he whispered, his voice steady and calming. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, ashamed of your outburst.

“Don’t apologize,” he said firmly, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to carry this alone. Let me help you, even if it’s just holding you like this.”

The sincerity in his voice melted your defenses, and you leaned into his embrace, the weight of your burdens finally easing.

The argument had spiraled out of control. Kaveh paced the room, his passionate words cutting through the air. “You’re always putting everyone else first, but what about you? Don’t you see how much it’s hurting you?”

“I don’t need you lecturing me, Kaveh!” you retorted, your voice shaking. “I’m doing what needs to be done.”

“And at what cost?” Ratio interjected, his calm yet cutting tone adding to the weight of the conversation. “You’re eroding yourself in the process, and for what? To prove something to yourself?”

You flinched, the weight of their combined concern overwhelming. “You don’t understand,” you muttered, tears pricking at your eyes. “I don’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” Ratio replied, stepping closer. “But you’ve convinced yourself there isn’t because you’re afraid to ask for help.”

The dam broke. The tears came unbidden, and you sank into the nearest chair, covering your face. “I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, the shame of breaking down in front of them hitting you like a wave.

Kaveh was the first to move, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands in his. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, his passionate tone replaced by tender concern. “You don’t have to be perfect. You’re allowed to feel.”

Ratio placed a hand on your shoulder, his usual analytical demeanor softened. “Vulnerability isn’t weakness. It’s strength in its own way. Let us share your burden.”

Their words, so different yet equally sincere, wrapped around you like a safety net. You leaned into their combined support, the weight on your heart finally lifting.

The forest was quiet as Ororon watched you from the shadows. “You’re not yourself,” he said, his voice soft and cryptic. “You’ve been carrying something heavy.”

“I’m fine,” you replied automatically, your voice flat. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You say that,” he mused, stepping closer, “but even the strongest trees bend under the weight of a storm.”

“I’m not a tree, Ororon,” you snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m fine!”

He tilted his head, his eyes studying you. “If you were fine, you wouldn’t be snapping at me.”

The truth in his words broke through your defenses, and the tears came, sudden and uncontrollable. You turned away, ashamed to let him see you like this.

Ororon’s arms wrapped around you like a cocoon, his presence grounding. “Let the storm pass,” he whispered. “Even the night wind has moments of calm.”

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, the weight of your emotions crashing over you.

“Don’t be,” he replied, his voice steady. “Tears are a language of the soul. I’ll listen to every word, even the ones you don’t say.”

His words soothed you, and you let yourself lean into his embrace, the weight of your burdens finally easing in his quiet understanding.

[kujiba]

【Go on and Love Me】

୨୧ — ꒰ male!reader | he/his prounouns | Sagau | Genshinimpact

୨୧ — ꒰ Streamer!Reader who gets sidetracked by people's donations/chats making the genshin characters feel jealous

Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, Kinich, Traveler

A/n: inspired by la2yn0va hsr fic

X I A O

(Name) happily smiled at another donation sent to him after recently completing a natlan quest

"Thanks for the 20 bits donation!"

He thanked the chat with a wide smile, the chat which was filled with people commenting every second flooding the entire screen making (Name) shift his focus to answer their questions about himself.

This cute interaction made (Name) feel warm and lovely in the inside, being able to interact with fans who admired him.

You know who wasn't happy? A dark headed male inside a screen wasn't that happy unlike (Name). Why were these people gifting you so low? Most of all why was (Name)'s attention not on him anymore?

He had to pull alot of strings to make his own crit rise up since (Name)'s luck on the Vermilion domain was absolutely dog shit.

(Name) — Hm? My favorite character in genshin?

Xiao — You called?

Xiao unintentionally blurted that out without any thoughts whatsoever, but when he did realize and saw (Name)'s confused face along with the chat going wild.

Without any choice Xiao did his idle animation to hide his face away from you, he used his mask so that Xiao won't face you for a while since he was in a very vulnerable state

(Name) — New mail? Sweet 300 primos!

(Chat) — Fr? I didn't get any new mail from hoyo yet.

(Name) — Well.. Free primos is free primos

If (Name)'s happy then he'll rest easy today. Hopefully no rumors circulate about what happened earlier.. Self aware fanfics are crazy these days.

W A N D E R E R

Wanderer stared at (Name) blankly, he was too busy thanking people with countless of donations to even realize they were still in a boss fight farming material's for upcoming characters.

Wanderer became (Name)'s fan ever since he saw him at that temporary event named 'Unreconciled Stars Event Quest The Crisis Deepens'.

Smug mf since he made (Name) hit hard pity for him. But was kind enough to give you his c1 after 140 wishes

(Chat) — Why don't you change your main (Streamer Name)?

An irk mark appears on Wanderer's face but wasn't that visible on screen.

Is this swine telling (Name) to replace him with someone else? Hard pass. He was already stolen from (Name)'s attention and now these nobody's are trying to persuade him into maining some other weak random than him.

Just so happen that (Name) spotted a chest nearby and happily went over to open it, Wanderer took this opportunity immediately

(Wanderer) — Unnecessary.

(Chat) — Is it just me or is his voice rougher than usual?

Damn right it's rougher since he just wanted to vent his anger out on any enemies on sight

The chat won't know but what he had said was directly targeted at them, if only he could say every insult known to man right now

So (Name), keep your eyes on him only and no one else, then maybe he'll make his attacks stronger if you comply

(Name) — Well to answer your question earlier chat, no I don't think I'll be changing my main anytime soon. Wanderer's pretty fun to play with.

After (Name) finished talking he took a closer look at Wanderer's face, but his eyes swore Wanderer had a tad bit of pink on his cheeks

His eyes must've been starting to break with the amount of streaming his doing

T R A V E L E R

(Name) had just began to prep for his stream of the week and now he was currently adjusting the Traveler's artifacts to try out a new build

You know what's crazy though? His builds are pretty shitty.

He has the absolute worst luck in artifacts plus in leveling up pieces, most of which usually goes to defense or HP%

But he still hits about 800k regularly with the Traveler! How could he do such thing with only 44.6% Crit rate!?

(Chat) — 1 MILLION?? (Name) are you doing hacks?

(Name) — What? No! Guess my Traveler's just really op

The Traveler is a smug motherfucker

Of course the Traveler wouldn't hit such high numbers without using a...slight adjustment to the system

Sure their pieces are pretty bad but they'll accept anything (Name) had given them! How could they just shake off his hard work on griding for their ascension and talents?

Whenever the Traveler sees (Name)'s shocked expression during the massive crit's appearing on his screen they are damn right happy and overjoyed they managed to satisfy their grace!

(Chat) — Your builds are bad af tho lolol

(Chat) — Why main the Traveler? They're a pretty bad character to main, you should go for Nuevillete or Alhaitham.

The Traveler's good mood immediately faded into dust once he saw the chats text

Are those no lifers saying that they're not fit to be (Name)'s vessel? They're the most perfect one!

What could Nuevillete or whatever character have that they don't? Could they switch elements? Don't think so

If they wanted bigger numbers, the Traveler will show them big numbers all right, if you want them to hit 10 million they're gonna make it happen with just one click

(Name) — Thanks for the suggestion chat but I'm going to stick with the Traveler, I'm already wayyy too attached

The Traveler's mood once again took a 360 and smiled softly at what (Name) said to them, their stomachs fluttering with delight

(Name) is attached to them? No other compliment or praise could ever reach what the Traveler was feeling at the very moment

Their grace! Oh their grace... If only they could just grab onto you and drag you here where you rightfully belong

K I N I C H

Kinich is an upcoming playable character but many in the genshin community have fallen head over heels for him

Yet he couldn't careless about them, after all just being near (Name)'s presence even though it's just by the Traveler's vessel already makes him nice and comfortable

(Name) — Day 10 of saving up for Kinich let's goo

(Chat) — Woah already 200 wishes? You're quick man

(Name) — Can't help it lmao, Kinich seems fun to play and he's really pretty!

(Chat) — He seem's boring though

(Chat) — Dude the dialouge is slightly glitching wtf

The dialouge's glitching is caused by Kinich's embarrassment and rage, he was previously just about to talk till he heard (Name) sing praises about him! How could he not accidentally stutter and mess up the dialouge!?

But on the other hand, the hell did that person meant by he was boring? He wasn't even released yet! This caused Kinich to panic mentally if whether or not you'll change your mind about pulling for him

He stared at you from the screen, clenching his fists tighter by the second. Just a small bit more... Just one more step and he'll be released, then he could really be by your side now.

(Name) — Aw man, hold on chat I gotta pause the stream to fix this glitching

(Name) eventually had to exit the game to try and see what the problem was with his device or if it was overheating again

Meanwhile Kinich was still standing there re-adjusting his thoughts about what just happened. His feelings were all a mixed bag at this point, he sighed rubbing his temples slowly

Ajaw eventually came to his side while looking at him weirdly like he had done something wrong

(Ajaw) — Wow.. Just wow

(Kinich) — Shut up...

To rightfully apologized the system eventually sent 10 wishes in (Name)'s game mail which he was confused at first but eh, more wishes for c6 knich!

Once he becomes playable Kinich would definitely spoil (Name) with high numbers and crit's. He would just have to deal with Ajaw's yapping in the meantime..

So don't get distracted over what those 'Chat' people say about him!

A/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! Have a nice day(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[yutassweetangel]

𐙚 my hero (prologue)

୨୧﹒︵ ﹕ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃˡˡᵒᵒⁿˢ/ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ — ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏⁿᵈ

or any weeknd song really

{spiderman!scaramouche x reader}

synops𝐢s → scara was many things to you—the cause of all your headaches, the stone in your shoe that could never seem to get out, the reason you go to sleep crying—but definitely, very obviously, you hated him. maybe 'hate' is strong, it's just some rivalry. and spiderman was the opposite of that. he was muscular, his suit tugging at his biceps and quadriceps you couldn't help notice. He was heroic, friendly—like you said, the opposite of scaramouche. But soon,the truth is revealed and you find out the secret identity of your superhero was actually your worst enemy?

cred𝐢ts → @enchanthings

wo𝐫d cou𝐧t→ 3k

warn𝐢ng→ enemies to lovers, spiderman scara geheusisj, this au uses venom spiderman, slowburn, angst, kisses, mentions of alcohol, college au, reader is broke, pov switching, reader had a crush on tartaglia, cussing, mentions of other genshin characters, mentions of weed and alcohol, mention of abuse

autho𝐫 𝐧ote → and suddenly..... my pants are gone! not like I needed them. the way I've been dreaming about this ugh punch me. this was kinda rushed cuz I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. part 2 will be better thrust, so dont mind the mistakes. autocorrect them in your head

YOUR POV

the sun rose steadily, leaking into the blinds of a posh, high-rise building. already awake, you get up in your silk robs, preparing your waffles and freshly brewed coffee.

gently, you tipped the kettle filled with hot water into the coffee grounds and watched as the coffee ground melted into liquid. the aroma that filled the air alone able to make you smile.

this would've been your life. No, that could've been your life. if you were a nepo baby like scaramocuhe. instead of waking up like the star of a hit TV show. you woke up more like this: your hair disheveled as the sun hit you face first and all you can do is groan.

morning, yay.

instead of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee, you had instant coffee which had been left out for only god knows how long and two slices of toast with butter spread over each slice.

you chowed down your not-so-impressive breakfast before rushing out of your shabby apartment building for school.

you rushed to your campus and looked up at the massive school in front of you. you had seen your college almost everyday. after all, it was your senior year here— your last and final year—but the building in front of you still seemed to make you feel breathless.

you strutted forward to enter, but before you could, you heard a car honk and quickly moved out of the way before you could get hit and literally fucking die. what gives? you thought.

you watched as scaramouche, with his perfect stupid purple hair, came out of the car, sorry, his "sweet baby-porsche." as he called it. of course it was him who almost runned over you, you sneered

fuck, you just wanted to throw a ball at the clean glass windows of the porsche. but that would be a waste when you could throw it at his head.

"hey, fuck face." scaramouche said as he walked up to you, hands in his pocket. "hey," you refrained from throwing any insults at him. "can you not drive or do you want me to file you for attempted murder?" you retorted. you wanted to sound as angry as you possibly can to maybe scare him, but all he did was chuckle.

"you dying would be the least of anyone's problem, you know?" you could've jumped on him and dug your sharp nails into his clear, porcelain doll skin. but you refrained from that too. you refrained from a lot of things. it was one of the things you admired about scara, he always spoke his mind.

like the time the teacher insulted you for your essay. he told the teacher that he should quit he can't see that your essay was a literal literary masterpiece. you wondered why he said that for you, he excused it saying your essay was actually trash but no one could insult you, unless it was him.

"I can believe I woke up today and still got to see your face. it hurts my ego." he jeered, looking at you to see your red face of anger and smiling at the sight. "anyways, I won't waste my precious time on you, see ya sweet cheeks."

it was a stupid nickname. in tenth grade, you had eaten a lot of food since you were rushing to get finish your group members part of the project since they happen to "forget" so you had to fill in their part—as you did for everyone else. scara so happened to be there and saw your full cheeks, pink, chubby and stuffed with sweet tatter-tots. earning the nicknames: sweet cheeks, squirrel and nut case.

you stomped off to class, face still red from his witty remarks. soon you met up with your best friend, lumine. she was the only reason why you hadn't been charged with murder with your face on the news with the headlines being: college girl kills enemy and famous model, scaramouche raiden. she always said the best things when you were angry at scaramouche. but today she was acting strange?

"hey, lumi!" you said in an happy tone before bringing her in for a hug. "hey, yn" she greeted you back with a smile which you reciprocated almost immediately. "are you ok? you seem a little heated."

it was true. when you entered you were mumbling some, concerning, things that would make your grandmother resurrect back from the dead from if she heard it.

"you wouldn't believe what scara did! the man is trying to kill me, i swear!" at the mention if scaramouche, lumines ears suddenly reddened and you raise a brow.

"hey... maybe he's not that bad of a—" you immediately cut her off. "not that bad of a guy? did he poison you?" you out a hand on her shoulder with a look of worry on your face. "did he.. hurt you?" you asked with a voice if weariness for your friend.

"no! but I spoke to him when he had that history project together and he wasnt... as insufferable as you say he is." was your friend drugged, drunk or just stupid? "that's because he doesn't hate your guts. listen lumine, if this is something you want to speak about we can talk about it, but after class."

lumine was your best friend. if it turned out she felt... something towards scaramouche then you wanted to support her. even though you wanted to lecture her on her bad taste in men and to stay away from him. you had to support her in this.

you entered class, as usual, looking down at your seat. your seats changed every week and you had the luck to be seated with tartaglia, your crush since eleventh grade.

when you had caught a fever during pe and he had generously carried you on his back to the nurses office. he even set there with you, throwing jokes at you as you say there transitioning between laughs and coughs. Ait made your heart flatter.

even though scara had, utterly, ruined your morning, maybe tartaglia could fix it. you sat down next to him which caught his attention. he smiled at you, warmly. so warm it could melt you like an ice cream during summer. "mornin', partner in crime." he greeted you, adding a sly wink. you wanted to make his greetings your morning alarms. no? too much?

get a grip, you screamed at yourself silently. "morning, ajax." you wanted to call him tartaglia as it was more... appropriate? but he asked you to call him ajax anyways. it was probably because you butchered his italian name when you pronounced it.

your italian was always faulty. while his was always perfect. the way he spoke it in glass felt like drowning yourself in rich, expensive, sweet wine. it felt romantic, like he was speaking some romantic shit when he said it. meanwhile he was just saying something like "does my toe look big?"

tartaglia was always his surname, so it made more sense to call him ajax. "did you do the project?" you asked, half expecting him to say no and make up an excuse that he forgot. "of course I did! I can't make you do everything. how would I call myself a man like that?" he joked. you laughed.

it wasn't a that funny, but you laughed anyways as he pulled out the report. it was a biology project on the study of sea animals and mammal's brains: do they work the same?. you two decided to chose a dolphins, as it was the smartest sea animal, and a cow. well you chose the dolphin, he chose the cow, which you found funny for no reason.

your presentation started smoothly, impressing your biology teacher, but not scara. towards the end, you were meant to conclude the same way you started—smart, smooth and intellectual—but for some reason you slipped. you accidentally made eye contact with scara, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion.

"in conclusion.....in...in conclusion..." you swallowed thickly. childe—ajax—nudged your shoulder gently, you looked up to see his worried expression. you gave him a reassuring smile in return.

in the end, childe concluded for you. you don't know why your mind suddenly went blank. it confused you the more you thought on it.

"you ok?" ajax had asked you still concerned. unlike scara's cat like glare, ajax had a more... puppy like expression. he reminded you of a golden retriever while scara had reminded you of a black cat.

"I'm fine childe—ajax. sorry, ajax." childe smiled at your fumble. but it wasn't an accident. you had called him childe so he could tell you it was ok to call him childe so it could seem like you two got closer. and it worked.

"it's ok. childe is fine." he had smiled at you again. he always smiled at you. and it always seemed to have some affect on you. but his smiled always seemed like a pity smile than an actual smile. and you didn't want childe to see you that way. you wanted him to see you as more.

"ok, childe." you said his name as if you were testing out the waters, but it seemed to roll of your tongue perfectly. he smiled again, this time his cheeks red. "hey yn," he called your name so sweet it sent shivers down your smile and volts coursed throughout your body. you felt electric.

you sat down at the librarian's desk, constantly flipping through pages of your favourite series—crime and punishment. it was peaceful, in an eerie way. the librarian had gone for a trip to New zealand to see her grand daughter.

you pulled your phone from your tote bag, scattering through your stuff before finding your phone. you powered it on and watched as the phone flashed into your eyes and there you saw the time, ten-fourty-seven (10:47)

it was due the library's closing time, so you stood up to leave, juggling the keys the librarian had left for you along with a sandwich she made herself and sticky note which reads, don't over work yourself while in time ;D. you giggled, it was cute. just as you found the right key to insert into the keyhole. CRASH.

the stack of bookshelves falling into eachother, books tipping over and landing in the floor. was this.... an earthquake? no, the building was collapsing. you quickly inserted the key inside, adrenaline rushing threw you, just as you heard the third click, the key broke. just great, you cursed internally.

you were gonna die. but not like this. you ran towards the back door, but bookshelves had tumbled over it. it was then that you say a hole small enough to fit a person. you were a person. you tried to find humour in your situation, but it didn't work.

you climbed over the bookshelves as multiple stones hit your body, scratch you as dust fell on your hair and shoulders. when you finally reached the top, you realised you weren't tall enough to reach it.

a wave of disappointment and fear washed over you. were you actually going to die? before you could ponder more on your enviable death you slipped and fell, hitting your head and lossing all of your conscience.

a hand held you firmly, and warmly too. you open your eyes to see you were inches away from land. you wanted to scream but then you realised you weren't getting crushed by the library roof?

you looked up to see your night and shining armour, only to see someone with a black mask, swinging from building to building with what seems like... black spider webs?

then realisation hit you. it was... spiderman? you only heard and saw him on news articles and tv but never in your life hand you once imagined he'd be here, carrying you bridal style across your campus. holding you so gently, so tenderly—

"ah, your awake." you friendly neighbourhood spider said and you felt a smile creep up underneath his mask.

"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled a little too loud as if the wind would carry your words away. you were so high up you could see little people underneath yourself, and it was... magical? no, breath taking is a better way to describe it.

soon, spiderman dropped you in front of your university and swinged away, not without giving you a teasing wink which reminded you awfully a lot of someone else.

it seemed the black spider never left your head because you didn't pay attention to scaramouche mock you after class—you had done a test where you had gotten a 92 while he got a perfect 100. .his insults seemed to fly above your head as you thought of last night over and over again.

"earth to yn?" scaramouche snapped his fingers in front of your face and you were seemingly brought back to earth. scaramouche scoffed, a glint of mockery hidden in his eyes as he said, "is your head in the clouds or something?" he questioned coldy causing you to roll your eyes.

"you even forgot your speech half way during the assembly." it was true. as the student body president—and scara being the assistant—your expected to be perfect. but you looked and sure didn't feel perfect.

"shut up." you flip him off, which caused his eyes to widen, removing the nonchalant, mocky mask off and you something more pure in him. but he recovered with a smirk and soon it was back to the mask you were used to.

"didn't expect that, sweet cheeks." again with the nicknames. you were about to jump on him and rip his perfect silky, soft shirt off his scalp but then lumine walked towards you.

"lumi." you embraced her quickly. you had totally forgotten about yesterday. you barely had anytime since you were spending your lunch tutoring childe.

scara had gone elsewhere, which wasn't your concern. "omg yn are you—" you cut her off, hiding the bandages on your leg, but she already saw them and the one wrapped around your forehead wasnt easy to hide. "we have a lot of discussing to do."

SCARA'S POV

it was a normal monday night for scaramouche. he just finished talking to his mother who tried to make amends with his for all the times he had maltreated him.

failed efforts cause she only only ended up saying some pretty shitty and hurtful stuff. so now, scara was taking a walk around the campus. walking has always eased his mind temporarily. it felt like he was on the moon.

he decided to walk further outside the campus and walked pass a library a few minutes away from the school. about thirty minutes away and suddenly, scara felt that tingling sensation at the back of his skull, and all of his hairs rose.

right, temporarily.

he found a small space where no one would spot him and proceeded to removed his jacket and shirt and dug into his bag for his mask. yes, he wore his suit underneath his clothes. it made this hot, but he had no choice.

scara's mom knew a lot about him, but she didn't know this. she didn't know he was spiderman. the hero that everyone looked up to and praised. and apparently he acted a little different behind the mask.

he rushed to the library, climbing over it and spotting an opening. through there, he saw.. yn? he saw you, almost lifeless as a small pool of blood rushed out of your temple.

he moved quickly, grabbing your petite body, wrapping his arm so gently and steadily around your waist before shooting his black sticky web to the nearest building.

as he swung around he held you so tight so he couldn't lose you and let you fall down. then you opened your eyes, you curled eyebrows fluttering. "ah, your awake." he said, not sure what to even say now that you were awake.

"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled loudly and scara help back a chuckled. like this, he could easily let you drop, but he didn't want to lose you. not like this.

he dropped you in front of the campus and swung away. not without giving you a wink. he didnt know what the wink meant. maybe childe was rubbing off in him.

scara jumped in through his window and threw his mask in the floor, kicked a metal chair—denting it—and groaned, not in pain, but in frustration.

you hated him. it was obvious when he stole your favourite barbie and chopped her blonde hair off, unevenly. it was obvious when he told your date for junior prom that your toes smelled and he bailed out in you. it was obvious today when you scowled at him like you wanted to wipe him out of this earth.

but the way you looked at him today, just now, was like you wanted him to hold you forever, in his arms. and he detested it.

scara sat down on the chair he just dented, sighing and man spreading as he slumped down in his seat. he ran a hand through his hair almost hopeless.

I mean he kind of was. he was in love with you, and he didn't know why. why when he was meant to hate you, he loved you. why the universe cursed him to want to protect you, and you alone.

it hurt. it hurt. it hurt....

"that girl... do you like her?" the deep monstrous voice spoke within scara. he jumped on impulse, immediately tucking at the black gooey monster glued to his suit, to his body.

but it failed, just like the other times. venom, as he liked to call it, controlled some of his thoughts, his movements. it took his so much will power to not eat yn. to not allow the symbiote from detaching himself from his body to eat yn's brains.

"it seems likely." it spoke again, making scara angrier by the second. the more it spoke the more scars to wanted to get it off him. fast.

he sat back down with an impact, sighed again, running a hand through his hair. just breathe. in and out... slowly... just like he told you..

"you know," jesus, fuck this. "you can just let me eat her if she doesn't want you. it would solve a lot of—" "can you just shut the fuck up?"

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Giving Headpats to Furina, Lynette, Arlecchino, Chiori, Lumine, Jean, Eula, Noelle, Ayaka, Sara, Yae, Shenhe, and Xianyun

No one requested this, as for the reason this post exists, the only thing I can give you is this image:

Furina freezes up the moment she feels S/O's hand pick up her hat, only to ruffle her hair.

She squawks for just a moment, quickly blushing and pouting as Furina yanks her hat down.

(Furina) "D-Don't just start patting me out of nowhere!"

Crossing her arms, she looks away, trying to not look bothered about the whole affair.

She finds it highly embarrassing. At least in public.

The moment they're alone and she feels their hand, she closes her eyes and completely relaxes, humming in content.

There's still a blush on her, but it's far more subdued unless S/O starts teasing her about it.

Lynette does not like just anyone rubbing her head due to her cat-like features.

In public, the top of her head in general is completely off limits.

But if it's just her and S/O at home, then she allows it.

In fact, when S/O's hand starts petting her head, she leans into them completely as her eyes close, just like an actual cat.

Her ears twitch a little, but her tail swishes left and right happily.

If they stop too early, Lynette's eyes slowly open and looks at them expectantly.

(Lynette) "...Why did you stop?"

Feeling the warm of their hand allowed Lynette to rest comfortably, and to space out to her heart's content.

Arlecchino did the same thing to comfort many of the children at the Hearth.

Yet she didn't know what to do when S/O did the same, feeling her hair slightly ruffled.

If her S/O was taller (in which case "Dude, you look huge"), she really wouldn't comment on the height difference, but if they were shorter, THEN she'd be surprised they would even attempt it.

Arlecchino doesn't care if it's in private or public, but she would care if they did so in front of her kids.

Because then they'd see that she has someone that can make her comfortable too, which in turn makes them happy.

Seeing their father cared for puts them at ease, making Arlecchino thankful in her own way.

But as for the action itself: she would just talk to them in her usual tone, though with a bit of a "threat" lying underneath.

(Arlecchino) "Did you wish for me to pat your head too, S/O? I might be rougher with you than the others."

Chiori raises an eyerbrow.

(Chiori) "S/O, what are you doing?"

Once they explain themselves, Chiori can't help roll her eyes.

(Chiori) "Did you expect me to get all flustered from that? Psh, it'll take a little more than messing up my hair to do that. Speaking of which, can you fix it for me? I'm a little busy here."

She finds it cute, yeah, but it's not that big of a deal.

Plus, she finds it weird.

Who just goes around, patting their girlfriends' heads unprompted?

Oh well, it's not like this was particularly harmful, so Chiori lets it slide.

But if they do that in front of customers or in public, S/O is dead.

Lumine's body stiffens when S/O's hand ruffles her hair lovingly, before she quickly giggles.

(Lumine) "Hey, stand still!"

She quickly does the same back, though her retaliation is far more playful and destructive.

S/O's hair is an absolute mess now, Lumine giving a cheeky grin back.

(Lumine) "There, now you look better than before!"

It does not take long for the situation to quickly devolve into a tickle fight with both of them on the bed laughing.

Jean takes a moment to register what S/O is doing, but after a few seconds she smiles.

Jean lets her shoulders drop, feeling more at ease by the second.

So this is how Barbara and Klee felt when she did the same.

(Jean) "Your hand feels quite nice, S/O..."

She doesn't realize her own flushed cheeks as her vision becomes slightly hazed with her affection.

If anything, she feels a little sad everytime they pull back.

It was such a relaxing sensation, and honestly made her feel a little sleepy.

Eula's head feels a bit colder to the touch, but her body is rapidly heating up, especially her face.

(Eula) "What do you think you're doing, S/O?"

Hearing their answer, Eula pauses for a moment before responding.

(Eula) "Next time, you should ask for permission instead of rubbing my hair like I'm some sort of child...I don't recall asking you to stop either."

In classic Eula fashion, she doesn't tell them directly that she loves the feeling of their hands.

But she'd be damned if she was going to admit something so embarrassing.

Noelle feels a mixture of pride and embarrassment everytime S/O pats her on the head.

On one hand it felt quite nice, and the gesture was very sweet!

But it made her feel a little childish.

She never voiced her latter feelings aloud, because it still made her flustered all the same.

(Noelle) "A-Ah...Um, thank you, S/O...!"

It made her want to do her best everytime just so she could receive such affection, and made sure to do it back to them!

But with her strength, she accidentally completely dishevels their hair.

Before promptly fixing it in nearly an instant with her skills as a dutiful maid!

Ayaka exhales deeply, any words she had completely fading away in bliss.

These were the kinds of moments Ayaka longed for, to simply share affection with a lover of her own.

It made her feel quite normal as opposed to the prim and proper noblewoman she was forced to be.

(Ayaka) "If I may be selfish for a moment, might I ask for you to continue...?"

She'd be a little embarrassed asking for more, but her shame vanishes the moment she feels their hand on her head again.

Ayaka is too shy to initiate the headpatting on her own, most of the time having her hand almost reach her S/O's head before pulling away last second.

Sara flinches and leans away from S/O on instinct.

(Sara) "What are you-...M-My apologies, I was just not expecting you to..."

Her hand fidgets for a moment before Sara lets out a sigh.

(Sara) "If you wanted to touch my hair, you can just ask."

Now that she was actually ready for S/O, she enjoyed the feeling of their fingers brushing against her hair.

It was relaxing as she let down her guard and enjoyed the physical affection.

Needless to say, Sara absolutely did not want S/O to do this in public.

Seeing Inazuma's general get pat on the head so lovingly would obliterate her image.

Yae smirks as she leans her head closer to them, not saying a word at first.

Her ears twitch for just a moment as she opens her mouth to speak.

(Yae) "Well, does my hair feel nice, S/O?"

And before S/O knows it, her tail wrapped around their waist before bringing them closer and her the back of her head is resting on their lap.

Yae's hand waves nonchalantly, and her tone growing increasingly ever more teasing.

(Yae) "I expect to be pampered properly, S/O. You can't leave a job half-finished after all!"

Now, Yae expects S/O to tend to her hair, in public or private, she doesn't really care.

As long as there were some good reactions from S/O both was fine, though in public tended to provide the funniest result.

...Oh, and their hands did feel nice. But she'd figure it'd be more entertaining to let S/O figure that one out themselves.

Shenhe knows this feeling well.

Cloud Retainer did the same thing whenever she meant to comfort her.

And of course, the feeling is much of the same when S/O does it to her.

WIth zero shame or hesitation, she closes her eyes and the corners of her lips grow into some semblance of a smile.

(Shenhe) "Your hands are soft, S/O...They feel good."

Instead of leaning into them, she grabs their entire arm and has their hand stay stuck in place.

But Shenhe is careful enough to not hurt them during the process.

She opens her eyes and calmly asks them:

(Shenhe) "Can you keep your hand in place for a little longer?"

Xianyun had provided much of the same comfort to all her disciples before.

But never has anyone attempted to pat her head.

So when she feels S/O's hands do the same motion, she is stunned for a few moments.

Clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, she puts on the best poker face she can.

(Xianyun) "W-Why did you feel the need to rub One's head, One is not feeling upset."

...The blush on her cheeks gave her feelings completely away, if the stutter didn't already do that.

Xianyun is far too proud to admit that headpat made her heart skip, and she would refuse to ever do so.

A mortal patting an Adeptus' head? Absolutely ridiculous!

...She wanted S/O to do that again.

[diodellet]

Hmm,may i get pretty pls,prompt 10 with lumine ,prompt 15 with arlecchino and maybe prompt 7 with columbina?^^

If possible i would like the reader to be fem and aloof:")

💌Lumine + Prompt #10 (Talking with them for hours about anything and everything, not even feeling the time pass.) ++Female!Reader

“The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. We will have to camp in this cave for the night,” Lumine says, wringing the fabric of her skirt.

“That’s alright with me.” Could you muster another day’s worth of payment? Your shivering doesn’t abate despite the mortified heat coursing through you.

“Hold on, I’ll get out a warming bottle.”

You sit by the fringes of its orange glow as she prepares dinner. Your adventurer’s cap and green overcoat are laid out on a nearby rock to dry, alongside her scarf and gloves. The meal is taken in silence, save for when you mutter a quiet “thanks” as you hand your bowl to her. 

While she takes first watch, you try settling in your sleeping bag.

To no avail. 

“Move a little closer, you’ll catch a cold.”

“I’m fine right here, thank you.”

She opens a second warming bottle, placing it closer to you. “Better?”

A bit. But the discomfort lingered—the question tumbles from you, “why did you take this commission?”

“To escort you to the outskirts of the Court of Fontaine?”

“...You could’ve done something more noble than babysitting.”

Despite her delicate features, there’s something jaded in her expression as she replies. “I’m not always looking to do something grand.”

“So you’re saying that your reputation—all of your achievements were accidents? Circumstance?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Things don’t always go according to plan, as you’ve seen.”

“...Right.”

Rain continues to fall.

“Getting you to your destination safely is enough payment,” Lumine says, as if signposting the end of that conversation.

Which, you can’t accept. That she’s seen through you like this, that you can barely get a read on her. You’ve listened to so many stories and rumors that you thought you could paint a detailed portrait of the illustrious Traveler. But here, Lumine’s only become more of an enigma.

And that innate adventurer’s curiosity tugs at you, compounds your insomnia.

“There has to be something that I—that will suffice. For your time and effort in accompanying me.” Some hidden treasure, a rare sight, something.

“Who knows what we’ll find?” Lumine appraises you with a faint smile. “I’m glad that you’re actually more talkative than you look.”

Warmth blazes through you. “I’m trying to be courteous—”

(This back and forth continues for several hours. You don’t even realize when you’ve drifted off.)

💌Arlecchino + Prompt #15 (Ranting about how insufferable they are, but your friend thinks knows otherwise. Bonus points if the subject of your conversation overhears Everything) ++Female!Reader (Reader is a Fatui Operative)

You’ve endured the bitter hoarfrost, honed yourself into a ruthlessly efficient blade for the Tsaritsa. Though, unlike some of your colleagues, you’re equally dedicated to your values of being upfront, to never rely on deceit and underhandedness.

“Diplomatic missions,” you feel you could do without.

You’d rather guard the doors to whatever meeting room Arlecchino and her colleagues occupied. Anything over standing at her side, engaging in superficial conversations that skirted around the heart of the issue.

So when she propositions you for a short duel, you should’ve realized that this was to make an example out of your brief moment of outward frustration.

She barely gives you a second to defend yourself. Her weapon is a blur of crimson, metal clanging against your sword, the sheer force of the attack making you skid backwards.

“By all means, please do not hold anything back,” she says.

You aren’t weak. You do your best to put up a good fight instead of relying on evasion. 

(Though it’s obvious to any onlooker that victory was already within her grasp.)

In the end, you’re trapped in between a rock and a hard place. A web of red, wispy spider strings and the business end of her scythe. Mere millimeters away from having your head lopped off. Bruised and winded from exhaustion. Meanwhile she remains pristinely untouched, cold and dignified.

“I…give.”

Those two words seem to have caught her offguard. Arlecchino cocks her head. “Hmm. Already?”

“Yes, Lord Harbinger.” The red strings disperse, but her weapon remains still. She’s waiting for you to continue. “...I deeply apologize for my insubordination.”

In that split-second, you catch the slightest shift in her stoicism. Activating your Delusion, you manage to twist out of her attack—narrowly avoiding being cleaved into two.

“Luckily for you, I can distinguish between needing an outlet and blatant insubordination. Guard.”

You’re barely able to raise your weapon in time, getting knocked onto your back, diaphragm spasming, pain radiating through you.

Those crimson webstrings appear once more, pulling you upright, making your nerves scream from overexertion. “There is a time for civil conversation and a time when one must raise their blade. You may disagree with my methods, but do remember this simple distinction. Especially while I am willing to indulge you.”

Against yourself, your lips pull into a sneer, vigor returning to your limbs anew.

💌Columbina + Prompt #7 (Opening their arms for a hug upon seeing how exhausted you are.) ++Female!Reader (Reader is a Mirror Maiden)

Is she omniscient?

While she carries an air of innocence, Columbina holds some qualities reminiscent of the Divine, so much so that it makes you wonder otherwise.

Especially during idyllic moments in Zapolyarny Palace, the rare times the winter wind recedes, letting her soft humming echo through its halls—your mind can’t stop itself from wandering back to that thought. Is she omniscient?

Say that she might be, that acknowledging the possibility means comparing her—being open to the idea—that she is on the same level as the Tsaritsa. Possibly even cut from the same cloth.

Your gaze tears away from your water mirror, hands coming up to rub at your aching temples. These new findings from the field archaeology division of Capitano’s group have you so busy, you’re only able to manage short naps in between your research.

You’d rather be out on the field, but with the injury, you’re confined to deskwork and research, to burning the midnight oil under the unnerving gaze of the Damselette.

“My, what a set of towers you’ve constructed.” You didn’t even notice her from all the books and reports stacked around the office.

You jolt out of your seat, hastily pulling yourself into a rushed yet deep bow. “Lady Columbina!” 

“You needn’t be so tense, my beloved scholar.” Her voice takes on a gentle, lilting tone. “At ease, please.”

You straighten up out of your bow, but keep your hands neatly folded in front of you. “Thank you, Lady Columbina.”

She gazes up at you, unreadable features morphing into a little frown. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Only a short meal. There is much to be done.” You can’t feel the onset of hunger when you’re so engrossed in unweaving the threads of history and mythology. But the fatigue, you wish you were impervious to it. Remaining still or moving around only seemed to leave you more vulnerable to it.

She hums to herself. The sound beckons you over.

You approach, lowering to her height and into her open arms. Your eyes flutter shut for the briefest second.

(At the very least, there’s something otherworldly about her. Heavenly, perhaps?)

When you come to, you find yourself at your desk, strangely reinvigorated. Columbina is seated on the opposite end of the room. Through the slits of her mask, her eyes are closed. But her gaze lays itself on you, soft and protective.

a/n: when i tell you i was hyped to write sapphic genshin reader inserts. i was so so SO hyped (and scared to write for characs ive never written for before). this was waaaay too overdue, im sorry for taking this long to write em out, but i promise that these prompts picked at my brain in a fun way. thank you for requesting!

[elixrr]

their words comfort you. it doesn't matter if you're tough or strong, or if you're prone to the pain and the struggle, they'll comfort you no matter who or what you are.

they'll hold you tight like never before, whispering either comforting, loving, and careful words to you or true and genuine words of wisdom for you to take and use for later on. whether you sob in their arms or feel their embrace in silence— or if you spill everything you've been holding in, they'll take you into a kind hug and let you do what you're comfortable doing.

never do they force anything out of you, nor would they ever force you to be silent in their embrace. their comfort is for you, and while they hold you, it's their job to let you feel comfort in their arms. forcing you into anything simply wouldn't do any good for either of you.

though, if you wish to be left alone, they will let you alone— albeit after asking a few times if you're truly okay with the solitude. they want you to know that they care, and they'll show it by respecting you, your boundaries, and what you want and need.

it doesn't matter what struggle or struggles you've faced or that you're facing. they'll be there to comfort you when needed, and they'll give you the proper space when necessary. they care about you, and they'd also love for you to know that.

so, no matter what, there's always a place for you to go, whether that be in their arms or by a window in the solace of night where either storms or stars hang over the sky, they'll care about you, regardless of where they are or where you are.

– your faves / comfort characters.

[wintercrystal]

The Light and the Tree

AN: Happy Valentine's Day!

Content warning: Angst?, Fluff?, Male Reader, Abyss Princess Lumine (My interpretation of her at least), yearning happens, takes place before the Mondstadt Archon quest

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You couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t hear her. Not her pleading for you to wake up or lately the occasional chatter. Nothing she’d done could rouse you from the cursed sleep you were placed in. Trapped state of limbo, so close to death but still very alive. 

It wasn’t like the fairy tales where a kiss could break a curse. No, perhaps it was the fact she kissed you that got you here. Or maybe coming in contact with Abyss had poisoned your soul beyond repair. The reason didn’t matter to her.   

What matters now is if there is a way to wake you up and she will find it. She cannot lose you. Not now, not ever. 

Not after the years of travelling together, learning this world’s secrets and learning each other’s secrets. 

She laughed humourlessly as she looked over at the sleeping, cold you. You were in a comfortable bed decorated with flowers, (‘You deserve the best’ she says,) breathing softly but barely moving.

Lumine kissed your forehead, caressing the precious metal on your ring finger. “I love you,” she says, knowing you can’t hear them, the words she wished she said to you so much earlier. 

During your journey, you jokingly referred to yourself as a prince. To the Abyss Princess, you still were, a heroic one who shines so brightly, a source of comfort when your journey became so exhausting and frustrating. 

But this time, when you awake, you rule alongside her as the Prince of the Abyss Order. 

Hopefully, with time, her brother could understand her actions, especially the ones regarding you.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Bite me- vampie!Lumine x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: January 24th, 2025

Description: Once a month Lumine feeds on her beloved girlfriend, obviously she repays her.

Includes- plot if you squint, blood sucking (duh), thigh riding, oral

Notes: Need more fem on fem smut fanfic, wrote this for... I want to say October? As like, a half assed kink-tober but everyone was gonna be a monster. But i didn't like the three I wrote, and I've sat on them and decided they aren't actually too bad. So, enjoy! Also, NSFW always gets posted later in the day, but i have plans tonight so you get it a bit early.

Word count: 1 329

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Lumine is breathing heavily, nose brushing against Y/n’s neck as she breathes in the faint metallic smell. She runs her tongue along the vein, pressing against the skin until she can feel the blood flow, and moans softly. Y/n knows she was being toyed with, that Lumine is enjoying the way her fingers scrambled for purchase on the body of her dress as she squirms against the thigh between her legs.

Y/n’s breath hitched as fangs grazed her neck, but Lumine didn’t bite. Instead she let out a breathy laugh and littered kisses up her neck to her mouth. She pressed Y/n further into the wall, grinding against her leg as her’s slid against Y/n’s center. Lumine’s fangs caught on Y/n’s lower lip, drawing blood.

She recoiled immediately, as if it burned, leaving Y/n to try and chase after her. Her breathing was ragged now, and her eyes focused back on Y/n’s neck.

“Hey,” Y/n said softly, sliding a hand up to hold Lumine’s chin between her thumb and index finger, “what’s the hold up?”

The fingers curled around Y/n’s hip dug into the flesh, sharp claws drawing prickles of blood that had Lumine’s pupils narrowing. Her nostrils flared, and she swore her heart would be pounding out of her chest if it still beat.

“Fuck,” she whispered before yanking Y/n’s head to the side to better expose her throat.

Y/n barely got half a yelp out when Lumine’s fangs sunk into her throat, and the sound trailed off into a moan. Lumine’s tongue pressed against the skin, coaxing more and more blood from the small puncture marks as Y/n tangled her free hand in Lumine’s hair to hold her close. Not that Lumine was planning on pulling away anytime soon.

Breathing heavily, Y/n’s grip finally found purchase in the bust of Lumine’s dress. Her fingers curled between Lumine’s breasts and she tugged unconsciously at the fabric as her cunt clenched around nothing.

Her head fell back against the wall, causing some blood to spill from Lumine’s mouth but she was too invested in the source to care.

Y/n could feel her head growing fuzzy, and the knot in her gut tightened.

“Lu-Lumine,” Y/n gasped, tugging weakly on her hair.

As she tried to form a coherent thought, the sudden blood loss and pleasure fogging her brain, Lumine only used the hand on Y/n’s hip to press her into her thigh. She pressed herself further into Y/n’s neck, causing a sudden spurt of blood that made her moan. Y/n slumped down the wall a bit, letting Lumine grind more comfortably against her thigh.

“Lumine,” Y/n called weakly. “Do-done.”

Lumine’s eyes opened slightly, grounding her just enough to realize the blood flow beneath her tongue was weaker.

“Sorry,” she murmured, letting her tongue trace the escaped blood. The trail led her down to the valley of Y/n’s breasts where she littered kisses along the tops. “Do we need to stop?” Lumine asked, pulling back so she was eye to eye with Y/n.

Y/n watched as Lumine’s pupils expanded again to a regular size, then continued until they were dark with lust. She gently stroked her hair before pulling her into a slow kiss, tasting her blood on the vampire’s tongue. Meanwhile Lumine wrapped her arms around Y/n’s waist and lifted her up.

They broke apart, Y/n giggling as she was settled on the bed. Lumine stood over her and cupped her face in her hands.

“Just don’t ask me to stand.”

“I can work with that,” Lumine hummed, sliding down to her knees.

She helped Y/n kick off her underwear, then hooked one of her legs over her shoulder and placed kisses from her knee to her inner thigh. Gently, she grazed her fangs on the sensitive skin earning a shudder.

Lumine could see the way her cunt clench around nothing, and it made her grin.

She placed another kiss to Y/n’s clit, causing her to rock forward, then wrapped her lips around it. Her tongue flicked against the bud, earning sharp breaths and harsh tugs at her hair.

The bed creaked as Y/n lay back, still feeling a little dizzy from blood loss. Lumine was a little sad she wouldn’t be able to watch the way her face scrunched in pleasure, but there were other ways to get feedback.

Lumine placed her free hand on Y/n’s abdomen before flicking her tongue against her clit at a slow pace. The muscles beneath her hands, in Y/n’s thigh and abdomen, tightened. She grinned and dragged her tongue down to poke at Y/n’s slit, making her cunt tightened and her breath hitch.

Despite having just fed, Lumine found herself still starving. The blood rushing through Y/n’s body was so tempting, she could turn her hand and sink her fangs into the soft skin of her thigh. Unfortunately she was distantly aware that if she bit her girlfriend again tonight, she would die.

One of Y/n’s hands tangled in Lumine’s hair to pull her in closer, grounding her back into the moment. Focusing her from the scent of blood to the arousal just beneath her nose.

“For the love of the archons, I’m fine,” Y/n whined, wrapping the leg over Lumine's shoulder around her head. “It hurts so-AH!”

She gasped as one of Lumine’s fangs grazed her clit when the vampire centered her mouth on her slit. The hand on Y/n’s abdomen slid down, causing her to buck up and moan as her clit brushed Lumine’s nose, so Lumine could rub at her clit. Lumine’s pace was brutal, her middle finger rubbing quick circles on Y/n’s pulsing clit while fucking her tongue into her cunt.

Y/n’s shuddered breaths and choked sounds filled the room, along with the squelching as Lumine ate her out.

She yanked on Lumine’s hair as the knot in her stomach tightened further. It was so close to snapping as she rocked her hips forward, causing Lumine’s fingers to press down against her clit. Lumine could feel the way her walls tightened around her tongue and the muscles in her thigh seized. 

“Ah, coming!”

Lumine hummed her acknowledgment, and the vibration sent her over the edge. Y/n’s back arched off the bed and her heel dug into Lumine’s back as her nails scratched at her scalp.

The vampire didn’t stop her ministrations, burying her face in further as Y/n tried to push her head away from overstimulation. Her fingers continued their harsh circles as she drank up all the release she could while some dripped down her chin with every buck of Y/n’s hips. She eventually slowed her pace, pulling away to gently lap through her folds and enjoy the way Y/n shuddered.

“Lumine,” Y/n moved her hand to Lumine’s cheek and started pushing her away, “no more. ‘S too much.”

Her breathing was starting to even out, and her eyes were drooping closed when Lumine flopped down beside her on the bed.

“I’m already looking forward to next month,” Lumine grinned.

“Nex-Next month?” Y/n stifled a yawn. “You want to go a month without sex?”

There was a teasing grin on her face as she watched her girlfriend get back up to grab a cloth. Lumine stepped into the bathroom, and Y/n closed her eyes as the water started running. She must have fallen asleep briefly, because the next thing she realized was Lumine back between her legs wiping her down. There was also a bandage sitting on the bed, which Lumine helped her sit up to apply.

“Archons no, but I think next month I want to fuck you while I feed.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“We’ll workshop it,” Lumine giggled, placing a kiss over the bandage, before leaning back up to Y/n’s lips.

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-ˋˏ GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL! ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. do you have what it takes to be a pokemon master? step right up; start your adventure to become the greatest pokemon master of all time!

CHARACTERS. albedo, arataki itto, childe, diluc, gorou, hu tao, kaedehara kazuha, kaeya, kamisato ayaka, kujou sara, raiden shogun, sangonomiya kokomi, scaramouche, thoma, traveler (aether & lumine), venti, yae miko, yoimiya, zhongli

CONTENT. gn!reader. pokemon au. comedy, fluff. 2.1k wc. rewrite of gotta catch ‘em all! at my old main blog @/verxsyon. original was written before wanderer’s release, hence why he’s referred to as scaramouche. mentions of accidental arson by a pokemon (yoimiya).

VERA. oh, lookie. another pokemon au with another fandom. best memory with this song is when i went to amber liu’s concert in 2020 and it was at the end of her set list. my friend and i are huge pokemon fans, and we screamed out the entire song to the point we lost our voices the next day. fun times ten out of ten.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ALBEDO

an artist whose paintings are framed in numerous museums around the nation. albedo has trouble finding a subject for his next piece to place in the cathedral. while searching for mondstadt’s gym leader, his smeargle asks you on his behalf to help him out. you’re the nearest person around the area, and the pokemon exposes his hesitancy to ask you because he’s stunned by your appearance. you’re confused, but with your permission, you become his inspiration. as thanks, he acts as your tour guide.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ARATAKI ITTO

more or less your rival. he’s always the first trainer to challenge you to a battle as soon as you earn a gym badge, and he does it very annoyingly - one might add. itto thinks he’s all that, bragging that he’ll crush the elite four and the champion in one go with his best buddy, tauros. while he’s at it, he bets he can crush you too. but his arrogance gets the best of him when you won. the next time the two of you battle again, he swears that he won’t go easy on you.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. DILUC

a guide and bartender from the flying-type gym. diluc is assigned by the leader to serve drinks to challengers - as well as the gym leader himself. his talonflame is his best friend, but unfortunately he can’t help due to being used for the gym challenge. he’d rather battle someone instead of being behind the counter all day, so you suggest being his opponent. he doesn’t expect you to be so mischievous, similar to the leader, devising a plan to kidnap his partner. to your surprise, he agrees with it.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. GOROU

a trainer who frequently hikes the mountains to train with his lycanroc (dusk form). you meet the duo when your partner smells curry from his campsite. gorou is very kind to let you stay for the night, seeing that it’s getting dark and no town in sight. before departing in the morning, he warns you about the dangers you’ll face en route and says you and your partner are welcome to hang out with him anytime. when you earn the electric-type badge, you’ll celebrate with a feast full of curry.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. HU TAO

a trainer raised by mediums and fascinated with urban legends. hu tao is investigating the truth of those legends with her chandelure. seeing that you got lost in the totally not haunted forest that leads to the next gym, she proposes to join her investigation on the rumors of ghosts in the area. in return, she will give you tips on how to beat the gym leader. she habitually pranks people for fun, so you have a hard time believing that whatever she says is the truth.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

a transfer student and your classmate at the pokemon academy. you feel sorry for kaedehara kazuha because he has to deal with you copying his notes every single day. that’s what you get for sleeping a lot in class. for someone who sits at the back of the class, his sawsbuck (autumn) is an attention seeker, annoying the poor guy with its antlers until he sends it back into its poké ball. apparently it doesn’t like you because his partner spends more time watching you sleep with hearts in his eyes.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAEYA

a famous pokemon coordinator. everyone expects kaeya to participate in the biggest pokemon contest of the year, with a purpose to celebrate his victory against the city’s gym leader. he thrives off excitement, so upon hearing that you, the future champion, is among the crowd, he wants to make sure the whole world knows you’re the real deal. at the peak of the competition, he sends his weavile to invite you onstage and challenges you in a battle as an excuse to flirt with you in front of millions.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAMISATO AYAKA

co-heir of the kamisato hotel chain. her older brother rarely stays at the penthouse due to business trips, so kamisato ayaka manages logistics in his stead. she’s rarely outside, but when she does, she’s with her glaceon at the boutiques shopping for new clothes. you happen to be at the same boutique as her, having a hunch that she’s a prominent figure in society. the two of you accidentally switch bags when passing by each other, but luckily it’s a minor issue. once it’s resolved, she quickly leaves.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KUJOU SARA

the daughter of a flying taxi pilot who was captured by the fatui with his pokemon. kujou sara is in the business with her corviknight. she wants to thank you for rescuing her family by giving you free access to the taxi anytime, anywhere. however, you feel embarrassed for contacting her on a daily basis because you never learned how to ride a bike. but the thing is, she already knows your secret, picking up on it very early. you did her a huge favor, so she doesn’t mind teaching you.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. RAIDEN SHOGUN

the electric-type gym leader and mayor of the “city of eternity”. married to her work, the raiden shogun is out of touch with the modern world. her gym staff, especially her morpeko, are concerned that she never has time for herself, so they ask you to keep her away from her office for the day. she’s confused, but agrees to go on a date with you. dango and light novels surprise you about her character - the sweetest person you’ll ever meet on the inside.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SANGONOMIYA KOKOMI

a trainer who you first encounter at victory road. sangonomiya kokomi is sightseeing there and appears more than happy to accompany you until her destination. with her and her sylveon, double battles aren’t difficult to breeze through. at the exit of the cave, she asks for a battle to test out your strength. one hell of a strategist, however you’re quick to target her weak spots and win. she says that next time, she won't go easy on you at the league. that’s what a member of the elite four would say.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SCARAMOUCHE

a random trainer who you accidentally hit when catching pokemon. the boy named scaramouche roasts your terrible aim and exaggerates that he could’ve gotten a brain injury. you’re a relatively new trainer, so he does pity you and demonstrates how to throw properly. he then offers you to spar with his gengar because the pokemon ahead are super strong and your team should be fully prepared by then, but he won’t admit that to save himself the hassle for the future.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TARTAGLIA

a commander of an evil organization, tasked to handle overseas matters with his wailord. the men in his division steal pokemon from trainers to discourage them from continuing on with their journey. his lax nature is what makes him struggle to get everything under control. luckily, you’re there to save the day. impressed by your heroism, tartaglia wants to hire you as his assistant, but of course, you outright refuse. he says the offer still stands, but you turn him down every single time.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. THOMA

the director of housekeeping in the kamisato hotel chain and bodyguard of the kamisato family with his arcanine. you heard that the hotels offer trainers to work as attendants for handsome pay, so you desperately go there to make your wallet thick again. you’re assigned to room service, being taught the basics of vacuuming floors and fixing beds. sometimes thoma goes off tangent, talking about his boss and his habit of feeding him odd dishes, which is quite concerning.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TRAVELER

the professor’s assistant who assists you in completing the pokèdex. the first meeting with the traveler starts off with you showing how you use your pokemon partner for battle, who then realizes that it’s from the lab and accuses you for robbery and trespassing. the argument gets heated to the point where the professor had to step in and let you explain. after consulting with the professor, they become your travel buddy along with their minun (aether) or plusle (lumine) to help you on your journey.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. VENTI

a flying-type gym leader stationed in mondstadt and classical musician. as a hobby, venti plays windtrace with the citizens, which influenced the layout of his challenge. to battle against him, you have to avoid getting caught by his altaria. barely anyone passes because he's known to fool people constantly, so they never know what tricks he has up his sleeve. when you manage to win both the game and the battle, he shows up at your hotel that night, serenading you for good luck.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. XIAO

a trainer who works for the rock-type gym leader. loyal to a fault, xiao is determined to not let anyone get past him. staying true to his word, his tyranitar is very difficult to defeat, but you won’t let that stop you from getting the badge. his partner knocks out your team in one hit, sending you out for a rematch. on the way back to the gym, he got ambushed by “treasure hoarders”, a group who steals badges for a living, and you beat them up. from that moment, you earn his respect.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. YAE MIKO

the owner of the city’s publishing house and a friend of the electric-type gym leader. her guilty pleasure is teasing young trainers that she knows their deepest, darkest secrets. they become terrified, never to be seen in the city again. you agree that yae miko is terrifying because of how both she and her delphox carry themselves. it seems that you’re an exception, having the guts to charm her with your crappy flirting skills in hopes of her not scaring you out of her domain.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. YOIMIYA

the current owner of the naganohara daycare center which she inherited from her grandparents. yoimiya is very popular with children and young pokemon, entertaining them with fireworks. due to the lack of staff, you sign up to be a volunteer. one day, she and her grandparents find an egg in the playpen, and she asks for your help to hatch it together. don’t let it come near her flareon. it almost cooked the egg alive with its flames as well as almost burned the center down.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ZHONGLI

a rock-type gym leader stationed in liyue and a historian. zhongli enjoys drinking tea and myths of legendary pokemon. challenging gyms can be fun, but hunger and hydration sure aren’t. entering his gym, he notices how deprived you are from food and water, so he orders his garchomp and staff to arrange you a meal. the food must’ve cost a fortune, though his knowledge of every bit of history you can name shocks you more. he rambles so much that he forgets about your gym challenge that day.

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Genshin Impact Self Aware – Your sadness  

They miss you. For past week you have been login into the game only to do commissions and changing Resin into Condensed one (or quickly doing domains or Ley Lines if you already had 5 of them). They hoped that with the new regions of Fontaine you will be playing more, you will take them to get chests, do puzzles, find Oculi and enjoy the scenery like always. But no, you didn’t even unlocked all the new waypoints, only two or three, so they couldn’t help but wonder "Are you getting tired of them?"

They tried to be patient but the more time passed the more they were feeling worried. Till that one day you logged and they could hear you talking to them like sometimes you did before. “Finally we can go check those new places, right?” The team you were using lately was happy, but they couldn’t do anything that would make you aware that they are conscious about you and this ‘world’, so they had to contain their smiles after hearing your voice.

And yet, the more you were looking around with them and fight the enemies the more silent you become again, till you stopped moving them at some point. They wondered if you left for moment to bring food or something to drink but then they heard it. Your muffled sobs “What happened? Why are you crying? Did you get hurt? ” those questions were swarming in their heads and they couldn’t do anything. Through your sobs they could hear “I can’t stop thinking about it” What are you thinking about? If only they could do something for you, comfort you, tell that everything will be alright. But they can’t. No matter how much they love you. They can’t do anything for you.

You took them to a safe place, mumbling that you didn't feel like playing anymore and logged off. They are alone again, knowing that you’re sad.

Maybe it’s really time to try bring you here, where they will be able to protect you and make you smile every day.

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NSFW Headcanons - Lumine & Mualani x Male!Reader

A/N: Guess who's back, back again. I'm not very excited for the new update, quite the opposite actually, but that's how I generally feel about new content. Having to learn new stuff and keep up is rather exhausting... Anyway, do enjoy! CW: FFM threesomes, slight polygamy (?), public sex, rimming, objectification, pubic hair, some pegging, milking, scent fetish, both girls being pervs, lots of oral and sloppy, vulgar dirtiness - the good stuff.

Lumine’s been alive for longer than Teyvat existed and, having visited many worlds, met equally countless boys. With her dashing looks it's no wonder that she has many suitors in every nation, the more handsome of which becoming her conquests. While she stuck her flagpole - or rather stuck said poles into herself - in a multitude of hearts, it was never for longer. She was always on the move and her partners weren't nearly as mobile as her, forcing her to push them away after some time. Such is the life of the Traveler. 

But now that she has someone willingly following her? You bet she's gonna show you off before the entire world. Let all women be jealous of the catch she has on her hook - a man with not just a tough, fuckable body, but also plenty of brain behind his eyes. Rest assured, both will be flaunted. 

After all, what's not to love about your body? It's everything a male should be in her eyes and more - a rugged, large powerhouse of a man. Broad shoulders and a tough back, prepared to carry any burden, muscular and scratched arms, ready to get dirty, hands that could pin down a helpless maiden like her, rendering her powerless against your lust… Just the thought of standing near a guy like you gets her into the most submissive and meek of moods. Alternatively, she wants to bite it off - lovingly, of course!

Don't be mistaken though, she's not going to be as shy as a virgin about her needs. She isn't; she's actually as far as you can get from innocent - Lumine knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it, often in excessive detail. If she feels like having a go at it, she’ll ask if you also want to stuff her holes for a bit. Anal? Expect an invitation to fuck her up the ass whispered into your ear at a meeting with friends. It’s so fun watching you blush! Especially when there are people in the group with sharp hearing; their reactions are always fun to see. 

There’s no pussyfooting around with Lumi, unless of course she wants to tease you, irritate you, turn up your heat and force you to be as imaginative as herself. If you try the same level of boldness, she might just feign innocence. A blowjob? What’s that? She doesn’t understand. Or do you maybe mean you want her to shove your dick inside her throat and choke on it until you feed her your sticky milk? That’s the kind of thing she wants to hear. Lumine wants to hear you daydreaming about feasting on her fat pussy before pushing her folds apart and skewering her with your meaty cock. There’s something magical, she thinks, about how your normally polite lips can utter these words at the slightest of suggestions. That’s her corrupting influence, and she’s proud of it. Turning proper and righteous boys into horny, pussy-addicted studs is her hobby.

Patient? Gentle? Restrained? Forget it. This is no bedroom for wispy romantics. Lumine needs a man, not a lovestruck boy. She needs a guy that tears her dress down because he’s too horny to wait for her to unbutton it. She wants you to shove her against the wall and bite into her neck, pinning her down as you descend on her sweet flesh like a hungry wolf. When she rubs her tasty folds against your legs, you don’t halt and meekly wait to hear what she feels like doing - you rip her panties off and dig into her cunt as if it was the last meal in your life. And when she’s barely capable of forming a word, you don’t give her a break - you plunge into her ruined and overstimulated pussy and break it some more until all she can do is drool mindlessly and blurt out cock, cock, cock on a lobotomised loop. 

Lumine is a demanding lover that needs a durable man to keep up with her. She’s a god, and you are to dick her like a god. Since her life is inconceivable in its span, she’s the definition of kinky - she has to be to keep herself entertained. Forget about having “normal” sex with her twice in a row as each day in Lumine’s bed is full of surprises. She might wake up in the morning feeling like slapping her strap on your face before assaulting your cute prostate with it, but end the day with her own panties shoved into her mouth as you relentlessly finger her over and over again as the puddle of cunt juice below grows bigger with each squirt. She might not go for long - you two have places to be and people to meet, don’t forget - but she slides her hand into your pants quite frequently, sometimes as many times as you can manage. Even if they are roughly three minutes at a time. 

Why? Busy life, Paimon. Travels, Paimon, meetings, Paimon, commissions, Paimon. Paimon, three times over. Even if she already knows that Lumine is what you might euphemistically call a perv, she often forgets that and gets dangerously close to walking in. It spoils the mood of course, but Lumine doesn’t take offence. Still, she’ll do her best to remind Paimon that certain rooms are off limits and that she shouldn’t tag along when you and her go off into some bushes or a closet. 

Actually, this constant lack of privacy and time made Lumine more willing to fuck than the opposite. It’s such a thrill to have you rummaging around her panties when there’s a party at her teapot, separated from you just by a thin wall. Of course, she loves when there’s an opportunity to make herself comfy on your lap as that means it’s clit rubbing time. There’s a reason her dress has special, hand-sized cuts around her waist area - it’s impossible to see from far away, but these slight “utility openings” can be easily accessed with the slightest of pressure. 

It’s also quite fun when she can mess with her friends, especially her female friends - some of them, at least. If they tease her, she’ll tease back and if enough sly glances and jokes with subliminal messages are exchanged, you might just have a pretty thing to team up on in the bedroom - that is, as long as they keep their hands off of you. See, while Lumine will eagerly encourage you to share your bed, she wants it to be nothing more than sex. Of course she trusts you and so on, but seeing them make the moves and climb on top of you while she isn’t around to hold your head on her lap or ride your face makes her jealous. No wonder - she doesn’t want any woman to steal your heart away now that you’ve become her private boytoy. But, as long as they behave and involve Lumine at all times, they’re welcome to taste your juicy fuckstick. 

Whatever role these guests play, Lumine’s sure to facilitate a steamy evening. Some women can keep up with her imagination and as such are welcome to torment you alongside her. Turns out Miko has a thing for edging - a perfect activity to go along with some oral teasing; you’ll choke on her fingers, shoved against your tongue and exploring your throat as Miko expertly zaps your frenulum, making you squeal so pathetically. Lisa on the other hand has a thing for boy pussies and can expertly juice your prostate and let the cum drip in bursts into Lumi’s waiting mouth. Yelan likes to bind her men as she fucks them, letting your golden haired sweetheart stroke your cheek and look you in the eyes as the agent goes wild on your cock. On the other hand, plenty of girls make for perfect playthings - breaking them into mindless sluts is always a fun way to spend the evening. With them Lumine will play the cockdoula, enhancing their experiences with taking cock until she sees conscious thoughts pour out through their ears.

Animal bits? Perfect targets to focus your attention on. Poor Ganyu - her horns are such an easy way to drastically decrease braincells, especially when - as she is devoured from beneath by your hungry tongue they are mercilessly rubbed by Lumine. Yanfei’s antlers meanwhile make for perfect handlebars to fuck you with her waiting face. Tails are fun to hold up, revealing asses and pussies as you pound them in doggy. What a shame Lumine lost her ability to shapeshift; it would be so much fun to let you take different throats and cunts for a spin. First thing she’s going to do when she gets that skill back? Showing you what a long, meaty, agile dragon tongue can do with a dick.

Her attitude towards guys is quite different now that you’re here. She is still very much attracted to them, that’s obvious, but having them accompany you feels off now. Monogamy was not in the cards for her for centuries now and she’s fairly tired of playing many flutes, so to speak. Lumine would like to get more familiar with you and only you for a change. However, if you really want to spitroast her with your bud - like Wriothesley, for example - she might think about letting you, but she makes no promises. 

Don’t worry, she’ll make it up to you. With so much experience under her belt it will only be a matter of time until you become hopelessly addicted to her pussy, ass, tongue and hands - especially them as Lumine can do wonders with her fingers, regardless where she uses them. She can instinctually find your breaking point and take you up to it and then, with a slow frenulum massage, force you to ride the edge for minutes on end. She’ll have lots of fun watching you gradually lose your mind to the pleasure, hearing you beg for her to speed up just a little bit and let you empty your balls. If you ask nicely, she may - but if Lumine is feeling especially cruel, she might order you to bend over a cup and milk you dry… Without letting you cum. The prostate really is a funny thing. She learned that it is responsible for storing the cum in preparation for the cumshot, meaning with a finger touching your cockhead and two fingers pressed down into your p-spot she can let through some Electro and force the cum out, droplet by droplet, until you’re exhausted, empty and most importantly - unsatisfied. Lumine knows that it’s a very hard time for you, but it certainly boosts your loyalty and need for her. There’s so much fun to be had when you’re impossibly horny, but just straight up shooting dust. She could get you to do anything, but she’s kind enough to not abuse her power in these moments. Sometimes. 

On the other hand, there are lots of times when she feels quite submissive. Being her is tiring and quite frustrating - she always has to be the knight of the story, not the damsel in distress. Never the gentle, delicate, helpless maiden in need of strong, male arms to rescue her… And of course in need of said arms to wrap themselves around her hips and break her pussy on your cock. Lumine likes to sprinkle in some roleplay to make things even spicier. For example, she’ll pretend to struggle with some monster just for you, brave, powerful, masculine you to swoop in for the rescue. What else she could do but kneel down, cup your balls and suck all the cum out of them as a reward? Sometimes she’ll be an insufferable brat all day, dropping hints as to what kind of punishment she wants for her insolence. Don’t be gentle - she can take everything you throw at her, and even if she breaks… Don’t you dare stop. Overstimulate her, spank her, fuck her sensless until what remains of her mind is pleasure-filled mush. 

As all tribes of Natlan, the Metzili praise fitness above all, with the unique element of focusing their culture around beaches, and consequently - beach bodies. Fat tits, rock hard muscles and juicy asses are a normal sight for anyone wandering the beaches, making a fine body something plentiful in the nation of fire. Among them is obviously Mualani, not at all bad-looking but painfully aware that she's quite far off from the feminine perfection of Mavuika. If there's anything she wants you to do, it's making her feel hot as the Unconquered Sun. 

Unlike other nations where the question of looks against personality is endlessly debated, Natlan makes no distinction between them - after all, in a healthy body, a healthy spirit! The unfortunate result of this is making raw, primal lust less notable as it becomes muddled in general attraction to a person. That's not what she wants! 

Mualani doesn't want you to tell her she's a nice, brave and kind person - she already knows this. She wants to hear your drool over her body, sink your teeth into her boobs and stare at her bouncy ass with no gentlemanly act. She wants to feel hot. She wants to feel desired. She wants to feel like a hot piece of ass for you to fuck when you're around. She doesn't dress so provocatively and tan eye-catching symbols into her body to seduce you with her personality! 

Her body belongs to you, so make her happy and take up that offer. Be open and shameless, thirst for her at all times. Passing by? Give her ass a nice, appreciative slap and watch the fat jiggle - doesn't it just beg to be spread open and fucked? When you're making small talk and you seem to be too focused on her eyes, Mualani will be quick to remind you that her titties are down here, specifically to be ogled at your leisure. She's not just bending over, she's presenting her camel toe just to see that smirk on your face, shortly followed by a distinct bulge in your trunks. That's what she likes to see - her effect on you. 

Don't hesitate to give her a few of those crass compliments too - she knows that being reduced to a walking set of holes by your one and only from time to time is both good and correct. Squish her juicy ass cheek when she's leaning into you, stroke her thigh, slide a hand down her panties, for no other reason than you just feel like it. Whisper things into her ear in the middle of a tour break - how you're gonna toss her around a bit, rough her up, skewer her with your juicy fuckstick. Sure, it might be a bit cringe when you think about it later, but Mualani assures you - childish neologisms are not what's going through her mind with a possessive hand on her tit and pure, lovely filth pouring into her ears.

After all, every woman objectifies her man more than society would lead you to believe. Mualani here is a fine and proud example - if you let her, she'll call you her stud, stallion or bull any day, all apt names for a guy armed with such a bitchbreaker. Actually, you don't need to be as big as a wardrobe and carry a lethal instrument between your legs for her to call you that. Imagination and suggestion is just as important as size. Also, how could she hope to recall how many inches you were packing when her brain was busy being fucked stupid? Regardless, her thirst is enough to make you a proud trophy of a man to show off and be claimed by. 

Mualani is a physical girl that thrives on touch, especially the possessive kind. Knowing that she belongs to a man she loves, trusts and desires gives her endless confidence - so don't hesitate to bring her closer, wrap your strong arms around her waist and give her butt a nice squeeze - show everybody around that she's yours, and both her heart and her holes will be yours forever. 

But don't forget to be rough with her - after all, what's a bark good for if no bite follows? Throw her over your shoulder and carry her off for a thorough plowing while she's giggling giddily and kicking her legs, squealing with joy like an overzealous fangirl. Throw her down, pick her up, pull her hair, push her down while you pump the daily portion of baby batter down whichever tight hole you feel like using. Do spank her - hard - if she misbehaves, or just for the crime of being the sexiest woman in Natlan and let the bruise be a reminder of who exactly gets to fuck her each night. Can she, the petite girl, do anything to stop such a stud from bullying her into the mattress? Never. Does she want to change this status quo? Absolutely fucking not! 

Oh, woe is her! If only she could somehow clone you and just go with the flow… Be passed around like a blunt and reduced to taking, stroking and sucking on the loveliest cock in Teyvat times three… Five… Ten… To be so stuffed with milky goodness of her man that her tanned belly bloats up, cum constantly gushing from her holes, likely never to return to their original sizes… Hold on, maybe if she could get some rare books for Citlali…

The only thing that's a big turn off for Mualani is the whole spiel about affirmative consent. She enjoys when things go just as smoothly as your cock glides into her wet cunny, when you can read the simplest of clues and body language without this abstract need to blatantly say “Excuse me, do you consent to this sexual act?”. It spoils the mood worse than actually doing something she doesn't like. It feels like you're not trusting her, like you're hesitating, doubting yourself or chickening out. Don't beat around the pussy, just observe her and follow what your lower head tells you - if she doesn't like something, she has the capability of speech and will tell you like the adult she is. If you're struggling, all you have to do is ask and she'll guide you through the steps. 

Her dislike for the kind of formality movie directors from Fontaine want also applies to situations outside the bedroom. All these naughty things she explicitly said she wants you to do are allowed, and she shouldn't need to remind you of it every time. What, are these philosophers from Fontaine gonna force you to get explicit consent before something as simple as a spank or a whistle? Can you imagine handing her a questionnaire each time you want to call her a hot bitch? Maybe they'll want you to get a form, sign it and get a stamp from the Fontainian Committee of Ethics each time you want to hoist her up and carry her off backstage? She's a consenting adult, damn it, and no egghead will tell her or her man how you should go about boning each other!

Obviously, good trophy sluts like her deserve treats. When it comes to Mualani, the treat is cock and balls - simple as. Dick, jewels, shaft, orbs, rod, fuckstick, the bitchbreaker with two fat nuts dangling below that hides in your boxers. The only thing she needs to be happy is free access to this proof of a benevolent creator. It's something of an addiction - Mualani could have you plop yourself on her face and rest your sweaty package for hours on end as she works her lips and tongue to give it the spitshine it deserves. She'll never get tired of fondling your balls while you just sit back and relax. Why wouldn't she? They're nice, soft, cool, perfectly designed for a girl's palm… There's no such feelings as holding her future children in her fingers, stored with the male essence while reverently kissing the man that will inevitably empty them inside her waiting cunt. 

Being born and raised amongst hot, sweaty boys, Mualani has something of a fixation on everything smelly and sloppy. Not just cum, mind you - spit, sweat, precum and cockjuice are all first class treats to this surfer gal. Is dragging her tongue all over your shaved, sweaty armpits dirty? Is sliding her hand into your pants, dragging her finger around your cockhead and bringing her finger up to her nose nasty? Or is nuzzling her face into your bush of pubic hair, stuck together by a mix of dense cum and smelly squirt filthy? Of course - that's the point! The smell, taste and texture of a man drives her senses crazy and just begs her to dive in headfirst. 

Speaking of, do forget to shave. Mualani is a big fan of bushy, smelly man hair that she can comb her fingers through and bury her nose in. It keeps the sweat for longer and clumps together with other juices, making a perfect little patch of filth to rub herself against. Pubes getting on her tongue? Whoever cares, it's certainly not this girl. 

In terms of her own carpet, she likes to go for a trimmed little bush above her clit. Unfortunately, pussies aren't as suited to sucking on as cocks are, so the hair is much more of an issue. There's also health stuff and so on. But, if you wanna, you can still get a nice sniff off - you'll like it, Umoja’s promise! 

Getting dirty is her favourite thing. Sure, vaginal is cool, but have you ever licked your own squirt off your boy's cock? Or used a mixed of cum, spit, precum and squirt to lube up your ass for some hardcore backbreaking? These girls who never slapped a sweaty cock on their cute face just don't know what they're missing. Mualani is fixated on all this to the point where an orgasm from simple sex is less fulfilling than fingerblasting herself with your cum stained boxers on her face. 

She's not a fan of swallowing. Not because it's not hot or delicious - yes on both counts here - but because there's so much to do with it. She could rub it across her face, finger herself with it or use it as the only lube for an anal punishment of a lifetime. At the very least she makes sure to do a proper show of eating it - usually straight off your cock or, if she's feeling fancy, your stomach, chest, abs or asshole. 

Thanks for reading!

[aventurineswife]

A touched starved reader who craves to experience physical intimacy with their partner/s but is too anxious to do so. How would their partner help them get more comfortable and deal with it? (Aventurine, Kazuha, Lumine, Dan heng, Veritas, and Kaveh together)

Touch Without Fear

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Kazuha x Reader, Lumine x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Ratio x Reader x Kaveh, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Emotional Vulnerability Gentle Reassurance, Touch-Starved Reader, Established Relationships (in some cases).

Warnings: Mild themes of anxiety and insecurity, Discussions of fear of intimacy and vulnerability, Reader's struggles with physical touch and emotional closeness, Safe, consensual exploration of boundaries and comfort zones.

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room, the weight of his thoughts hidden behind his ever-present smile. He had noticed the way you seemed to recoil whenever he brushed against you, the way you flinched at the slightest touch, as though something inside you held you back from embracing the intimacy he so naturally offered. You, the one who had always been so close, so real to him in ways no one else could comprehend—yet you were distant in a way he couldn't quite reach.

His hands tapped against the edge of his desk as he mulled over how best to approach you. Despite his reputation for manipulation, he understood your hesitation wasn't something to be bent to his will or simply willed away. It was a deep-seated fear, something that perhaps even your own mind couldn't fully articulate.

One evening, when the two of you found yourselves alone, his voice broke the silence. "You know," he said softly, though his tone remained laced with an amusement that masked his true feelings, "I've always been intrigued by how people manage their fears. Some run from them, others face them head-on. But you…" He paused, catching your eye. "You play it safe, don't you? Not that I blame you. But I wonder… what might happen if you just let go, just once?"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your gaze darting away. He could see the anxiety flicker in your eyes, but he didn’t press. Instead, he moved closer, his footsteps soundless on the polished floor, and placed a hand just barely on your shoulder, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "I'm not asking for you to let me in," he murmured, his words soft and patient. "I'm not asking for anything. I’m only offering you a chance to feel safe. To touch… without fear."

His presence was warm, inviting, and you could sense his sincerity beneath the layers of charm. His voice continued, this time quieter, more intimate. "Intimacy is not something you must rush. It's an experience, one to savor and trust. If you'd let me, I'd show you that there’s no pressure, no rush... just us, exploring at your pace." He held his breath, watching you closely for any sign of resistance or acceptance.

You hesitated, but this time, when his hand found your shoulder again, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you allowed him to gently guide your hand into his. His smile softened, genuine and warm. “One step at a time,” he whispered, “And if you ever feel overwhelmed, you only need to say so.”

With his guidance, he helped you confront your fears, his presence reassuring as he let you dictate the pace, giving you the space to explore the world of intimacy without the pressure of needing to be anything more than what you already were—together.

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Kazuha sat on the edge of the wooden railing, the gentle swaying of the ship beneath him mimicking the rhythm of his calm thoughts. The wind tousled his hair, and he took a deep breath, savoring the moment of peace. However, despite the tranquil setting, his mind kept returning to you. The way you looked at him, longing to be close, but always holding back, as if the desire for physical closeness was a yearning you couldn’t fully embrace.

It wasn’t as though you didn’t trust him. He knew that much. But there was something within you—a hesitance, a fear—that kept you from taking the leap. And Kazuha, ever the observant and gentle soul, noticed the way you would shy away from his hand when it lingered too long on your arm, how your heart rate quickened when he ventured too close. He knew it wasn’t that you didn’t want him—it was just that your own fears had built walls that were hard to climb.

One evening, as the crew settled down for a rare moment of rest, Kazuha approached you. His footsteps were quiet, deliberate, as he sat beside you, his presence like the calm after a storm. He didn’t force the issue or demand answers. Instead, his voice was soft, his words like the breeze that whispered through the trees. “You know,” he began, “there’s no rush. You don’t have to be in a hurry to figure everything out. Sometimes, the most beautiful things unfold naturally, in their own time.”

You turned your eyes to him, your shoulders tense. He could feel the hesitation in your movements, but he didn’t push you. Instead, he offered a gentle smile. “It’s okay to want closeness. But it’s also okay to take small steps. Let’s start with something simple. If you want, I can teach you how to be at peace with it, slowly. No expectations.”

Kazuha held out his hand, palm open, a simple gesture of invitation. He didn’t try to overwhelm you with grand promises of intimacy—he simply offered the quiet comfort of his touch, the warmth of a hand willing to wait. “There’s no pressure,” he reassured. “Only trust, and time.”

His fingers lightly brushed against yours, a fleeting touch, as though testing the waters. When you didn’t pull away, he gently intertwined his hand with yours, his thumb brushing along the back of your hand in small, comforting circles. His smile remained calm and patient, showing you that closeness didn’t have to be rushed, that intimacy could be built upon slow, steady moments of connection.

Through his tender approach, Kazuha helped you realize that it wasn’t the touch that you feared—it was the vulnerability. And with him, that vulnerability was met with nothing but warmth and patience. He would wait for as long as you needed, guiding you back to yourself, helping you rediscover the comfort in shared closeness, one gentle step at a time.

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Lumine had always been an enigma to you—a quiet, steady force, often hiding her true emotions behind a calm, collected demeanor. But you noticed, as your journey together continued, that there were times when she seemed to hesitate, just like you, when it came to expressing something more than friendship. Whether it was a hand resting too close, or a gaze lingering a bit too long, there was an unspoken tension between you, and yet, neither of you made a move. You, with your fears of intimacy, and she, with her quiet strength that belied her own uncertainties.

It was one evening, as the two of you found a quiet place by the river, that Lumine chose to address it. She had sensed your discomfort, the way you tensed when her hand brushed against yours or when you found yourself in close proximity. Rather than push or pull away, she simply sat beside you, her presence as calming as the cool breeze that drifted across the water.

"You seem... anxious," she said quietly, her voice soft but carrying the weight of understanding. She didn’t look at you directly at first, giving you space to process her words. “I can tell you want something more, but there's hesitation... something that holds you back.”

You felt a pang of embarrassment, unsure of how to respond, but she turned to you then, her eyes gentle. "It's okay," she reassured, her voice a soft whisper. "I understand. I’ve seen the way you long for closeness, but don’t know how to reach for it."

Her hand slowly reached out, hovering in front of you, as if giving you the choice. “If you want, we can take it slow. No rush. I don’t want to push you, but I also want you to know that you don’t have to be afraid. It’s okay to want more... and it’s okay to be unsure. I’m not going anywhere.”

There was a deep sincerity in her words, an openness that allowed you to feel safe in your vulnerability. Slowly, you reached out, your fingers brushing against hers. And as her hand gently closed around yours, Lumine offered a small, understanding smile. She didn’t need to say more. Her actions spoke volumes, reassuring you that this connection, this closeness, didn’t have to be rushed or forced. You didn’t have to be ready right now—what mattered was that you felt safe enough to start, with her by your side.

Lumine, too, was learning the rhythm of intimacy with you. And just like the ebb and flow of the tides, you knew that it would come, in its own time, when you were both ready to embrace it fully. Until then, she would stand by you, patiently guiding you toward the peace that came with letting go.

It had been a long day aboard the Astral Express, filled with turbulent space storms and stressful situations, but Dan Heng still found his thoughts drifting to you. He had noticed the subtle way you avoided close physical contact, the way your body tensed whenever he was near. He understood that the weight of unspoken things could make it difficult to open up. He never pushed you—he could see the discomfort written on your face each time you hesitated, pulling away from even the smallest gestures of affection.

But tonight, he had decided, was different.

The night sky through the window was peaceful, the stars softly glowing. Dan Heng found you sitting alone, eyes downcast, a little too quiet even for you. He stood by the doorway, just watching for a moment, before his soft voice broke the silence.

“You don’t have to be alone,” he said gently, his tone uncharacteristically warm. He had seen the way you ached for touch, but he also saw how nervous you were, how uncertain. It hurt him, but he had no intention of pushing you.

You looked up at him, and he slowly crossed the room, each step deliberate and cautious. When he reached you, he didn’t immediately reach for you; instead, he knelt down before you, lowering his gaze to meet yours.

“I can wait. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured you. His hand hovered just inches from your own, waiting for your reaction. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t going to force anything.

You nodded, unsure, but desperate for the connection. Slowly, your fingers brushed his, and that was all it took. Dan Heng gave a small, knowing smile, his touch soft and steady as it slid into yours. He wasn’t someone who liked to speak about emotions, but in that quiet moment, his presence was more than words could say.

He didn’t pull away. He didn’t demand more. He simply stayed with you, offering the comfort of his quiet, constant companionship. The warmth of his hand in yours felt like the safe harbor you so desperately needed.

“Whenever you’re ready, we can take the next step,” he murmured. “There’s no need to rush. Just… let me be here.”

And so, together in the quiet, you began to understand that intimacy, true intimacy, was not something to be feared—it was something to be built slowly, carefully, and with trust. And Dan Heng was willing to help you take that step, at your pace.

Kaveh had noticed the way you flinched at even the slightest touch—how your hands pulled back when he reached for you, how your eyes darted away from the warmth of a hug, the soft intimacy that others might take for granted. It made his heart ache for you, but he knew better than to push. He had always believed that love was something to be nurtured with care, not rushed or demanded.

“I’m here, you know,” Kaveh murmured, sitting beside you, his voice full of understanding. His hand reached out, hovering in the air as if seeking permission. “You don’t have to be afraid to want this. I won’t rush you.”

Ratio, always the more analytical of the two, observed the scene from a distance, his eyes watching intently. He wasn’t one for unnecessary displays of affection, but he understood that your need for physical intimacy went beyond mere desire—it was a longing for reassurance. He too had seen how you yearned for closeness but were too scared to take that first step.

Ratio’s voice broke into the silence. “You fear being vulnerable. It’s understandable, but you must understand this: vulnerability is strength, not weakness.” His words were sharp, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity to them, a rare softness that only you could see. “We won’t judge you. We’re both here for you, and we’ll take our time. No expectations.”

Kaveh, always the compassionate one, leaned closer, his hand gently resting on yours. “I know it’s hard,” he said with a small, affectionate smile. “But you’re not alone in this. I promise you. We’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

Your heart raced, but instead of pulling away, you allowed yourself to lean into the warmth of Kaveh’s presence. You felt the soothing calm of Ratio’s understanding gaze, and it eased the tension that had been building in your chest.

Kaveh’s hand slid gently into yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Whenever you’re ready to take the next step, I’ll be here. We’ll all be here.”

Ratio added, his voice softer than usual, “Intimacy doesn’t need to be rushed, nor should it be forced. It’s something to be discovered at your own pace.”

With them by your side, you felt a small glimmer of hope. You didn’t have to move faster than you were comfortable with. With Kaveh’s patience and Ratio’s calming wisdom, you could begin to find a way to embrace that longing for touch, piece by piece, with the understanding that you weren’t alone in it.

The two of them, each in their own way, showed you that intimacy wasn’t a race. It was a journey, and with them, you could take it at your own pace, in your own time.

[fisshbones]

If Social Media Exsisted in Genshin…

these are all mine but very inspired by actual tweets

[water-to-drink]

Cursed Taste

(Characters): Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Lumine, and Ei

(Synopsis): They finally got transported to your world, more specifically your house. They should be happy but they come face to face with some unfaltering images or depictions of themselves

(Tags/Warnings): Crack fic, sagau, painfully short, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 380

(A/n): I wrote this under an hour and almost died laughing when searching up the images

Kaeya

🦚 A pillow shaped like a phallus with his face on the tip really stunned the knight

🦚 Usually he would make a flirty comment or something but he is just at a loss. Does he laugh it off or does he forget what he saw and go back to Tevyat?

🦚What do you even say to this

🦚 Especially when he sees you resting your head on it! What the fuck?!

Childe

🐋 A mug with his face on it, normally he would be faltered but the image you chose isn’t the most appealing one

🐋 His face looks like you’re viewing it through a fish eye lense

🐋 He’s so embarrassed when he sees you pour your drink into it

🐋 So so tempted to smash the mug and get you a new one, a more flattering one

Zhongli

🐉 A tapestry hanging on your wall is nothing, but of all the things to put on it was it really necessary to choose that picture

🐉 A picture of him but the only thing wrong is him having all of his hair gone

🐉 The face he’s making isn’t faltering either, like when and how did you get this picture of him?

🐉 The poor god touched his hair to reassure himself that his hair is still there

Lumine

💫 You have been with her since the day she woke up on the beach and so prides herself on being your first vessel, but at this moment she wish it wasn’t the case

💫 A drawstring bag with her face and text saying “where brother.”

💫 She wants to crawl into a hole and hope that you don’t use her a vessel

💫 Maybe she should gratefully that her mission to find her brother is in your mind but not like this. Anything but this

Ei

🌩️ As the electro archon the concept of her likeness being made into statues is nothing new to her

🌩️ But this… this is almost sacrilegious. She gives you a past because you are her creatior

🌩️ Why does she look so wonky? They got her outfit all wrong!

🌩️ No matter when you go back to Teyvat she will get you a statue that doesn’t look so fucked up

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Genshin Gorls waking up the night after with S/O!

(Obvious NSFT Implications)

(Genshin Impact) The morning after with Amber, Ayaka, Arlecchino, Beidou, Candace, Chiori, Furina, Kokomi, Lisa, Lumine, Navia, Rosaria, Shenhe, Xianyun and Yae

Very mild NSF-W Implications

Not too big of a NSF-W warning this time around, gonna be 99% fluff for this one because SWEET LIBERTY do we need more fluff for the girls on this site! Also, I don't normally include THIS many gals in a single ask but this shall be a very rare exception!

Amber yawns loudly as she stretches out her arm, accidentally squishing her hand against S/O's face.

(Amber) "O-Oh! Sorry!"

She can't help but laugh at their expression, before giving a playful kiss on their nose.

(Amber) "At least you're up now!"

(S/O) "Amber...It's six in the morning..."

If anything, it looked like Amber was eager to get out of bed.

Even after last night, she was still bustling with energy.

The sun had yet to rise, but Amber still adored S/O in this lighting, giving them one last kiss on the lips before getting up and dressed.

(Amber) "See you at breakfast, S/O!"

She puts a Baron Bunny in their arms and a blanket over S/O, finally departing.

When S/O's eyes flutter open, the first thing they see besides the light coming into the room is Ayaka gently smiling at them, with a similarly tired expression.

Her hand gently cups S/O's face, making them relax into her hold.

(Ayaka) "Good morning, my love."

(S/O) "Sleep well?"

Ayaka giggles and moves closer, her forehead resting on theirs as her eyes close.

(Ayaka) "Very."

Her cheeks begin to flush when their bare skin touch, but it doesn't stop the love she feels growing in her chest.

(Ayaka) "...If only I could stay like this forever with you. But, would one more hour suffice for now?"

(S/O) "For now..."

Ayaka smiles before feeling S/O's arms wrap around her, not saying anything else and simply enjoying the mutual silence.

S/O is woken up by Arlecchino already moving out of bed and dressed. Her eyes glance over to them and finishes putting her gloves on.

(Arlecchino) "Good morning."

(S/O) "Already going?"

Arlecchino hums in reply, one hand going over S/O's and giving it a gentle squeeze before finally rising from the bed.

(Arlecchino) "There is always much to be done. The same applies for you."

S/O couldn't argue with that point, as much as they would like to lay in bed with her for the next few hours doing nothing.

Many people assumed Arlecchino was stone-hearted, especially since she didn't look that affectionate during mornings like these.

But S/O knew better. With just the grip of her hand, and the way she turned back a final time to look at S/O before departing:

Arlecchino cared.

Beidou feels a heavy weight on her chest when she opens her eyes, seeing S/O's head gently resting near her shoulders.

With a smile, she ruffles their hair just gently enough to wake them up.

(Beidou) "Mornin' sleepyhead. I see you made yourself comfortable."

(S/O) "Heh, who wouldn't be? Better than any pillow I've ever used."

Beidou gently pushes S/O off so she can sit up, the blanket resting on her lap as it fell off their shoulders.

She didn't mind the cold air on her skin, since the only thing she was focusing on was S/O.

(Beidou) "Come on, let's go grab something to eat."

(S/O) "Can't admire you like this for a little longer?"

(Beidou) "Psh, there's always tonight."

She gives them a light kiss before finally getting up to get dressed with S/O following behind.

Candace's arms still have S/O locked in a tight embrace, just as she had them last night.

Feeling her hands gently raise up and down made Candace feel at ease.

Though it was still quite early, she did have to begin her usual rounds soon.

Very slowly and carefully, Candace gently lets go of S/O, giving them a kiss on their forehead before putting her gear on.

(Candace) I will see you later today, S/O.

Candace makes sure not to wake them up as she says goodbye in her head.

With a final smile, she covers them with a blanket and leaves.

Chiori's eyes reluctantly open, with a yawn and foreign warmth enveloping her.

She's about ready to shove it off before realizing what it was.

...Oh, right. S/O.

(S/O) "Mmnn...Mornin', Chiori."

(Chiori) "Morning. Do you plan on moving your hands anytime soon?"

Laughing at her response, S/O just gently squeezes her.

(S/O) "I dunno. Plan to move out of it?"

Directly after that, she rolls her eyes and moves closer.

(Chiori) "Maybe in a little bit. If you get coffee for me when I open up."

(S/O) "Deal."

Furina is slightly drooling with her arms and hair sprawled out wildly, her hand on S/O's face.

S/O moves her hand off, slightly irritated at being woken up by being slapped.

Meanwhile, Furina is quietly snoring, all the while hogging the blanket.

Annoyed as S/O was, they couldn't deny that Furina was a little cute.

...Even in such a unflattering state.

(S/O) "You're lucky you're so cute..."

(Furina) "...mneh..." snore

(S/O) "...Most of the time."

Kokomi stifles a yawn as she stretches in bed, feeling S/O's arms around her.

She giggles as tries her best to move without waking them up, getting to stare at their sleeping expression.

Just being this close enough to them was enough to power Kokomi for the entire day.

Especially since they'd be back by her side like this during the morning and nights.

(Kokomi) "S/O~!"

She gently taps their nose with a single finger, and sees their eyes slowly open.

Their eyes staring at her with such love made her heart race.

(S/O) "What a beautiful sight in the morning..."

(Kokomi) "Hm, I could say the same thing...!"

She knows that she has to get up eventually, but she would spend every second she can with them.

Lisa does not want to move at all.

She holds onto S/O tighter before attempting to go back to sleep, but she felt them stir awake.

(S/O) "Lisa...?"

(Lisa) "Ssshhh...Too early still."

One eye glanced over to the wall.

Ten-o-clock? WAY too early for her.

With one hand, Lisa idly traces their shoulder before hugging them.

(Lisa) "We'll get up in an hour. We don't have to be anywhere today..."

(S/O) "Hah, will you be awake when an hour passes?"

(Lisa) yawn "I guess we'll see..."

Lumine breathes a sigh of relief, seeing S/O still by her side.

She didn't have any nightmares, at least not when she knew they were sleeping next to her.

One of her hand gently brushes the hair out of their eyes, seeing their face move from her touch.

(Lumine) "Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to wake you."

(S/O) "Hm...It's okay..."

Both of their hands reach for hers, gently holding them.

(S/O) "I always wanna wake up from you, anyway."

She can't contain the embarassed laugh that escapes her lips, embracing them with her strength.

(Lumine) "...Same here."

Lumine sits up in the bed, not really caring that either of them were wearing anything.

(Lumine) "I can cook us up something, what do you want?"

Navia's hair is tickling S/O's nose, making their face slightly shake it off as they see her beautiful smile in the sunlight.

Even when she looked a bit unkempt in the morning, Navia still looked absolutely gorgeous.

Doubly so when she wakes up with that infectious smile of hers.

She lays on her stomach as she gives S/O a wink.

(Navia) "Heya, S/O.~"

(S/O) "Morning, Navia..."

She immediately begins to pepper their face with kisses, making the both of them giggle.

(Navia) "Now, what shall we do for breakfast? Should we get it in bed?"

(S/O) "Hah, if I don't get up, then I'll want to be with you here forever."

(Navia) "And that's a bad thing how, exactly?"

She asks them with a toothy grin.

Rosaria knows its about the afternoon when she finally wakes up, but notices the bed isn't empty.

(S/O) "Finally awake?"

(Rosaria) "Ugh, unfortunately."

She freezes up when S/O's hands ruffles her hair, but she doesn't move to shove it off.

Instead, she sits there and sees that S/O was reading a book in bed.

Notably, they have yet to put on a shirt.

(Rosaria) "Were you waiting for me to wake up this entire time?"

(S/O) "Yeah, but don't worry, I don't mind!"

Rosaria hums a little before she sits up with them, a small smile growing.

(Rosaria) "You didn't have to but...it's nice to wake up with you."

Shenhe has already been awake for quite some time, but she did not want to wake up S/O.

Instead, she waits for them to do so before greeting them in her usual cool voice.

(Shenhe) "Good morning."

(S/O) "Hey, Shnehe-"

As they try to move, they notice that her arm's iron grip has not budged a single inch.

S/O shivered from Shenhe's cooler temperature due to her Cryo vision, but that didn't stop them from quickly heating up.

(S/O) "How long were you waiting?"

(Shenhe) "An hour or so, but it doesn't matter. I just wanted to be here when you woke up."

She feels their arms wrap around her waist, making her embrace them tighter.

It was almost to the point S/O's back was beginning to get sore, but that was a small price to pay.

Xianyun finally feels S/O stir awake, her meditation finally coming to an end.

(Xianyun) "Ah, finally awake. One has noted that mortals tend to sleep in quite an extraordinary amount."

(S/O) "Well, when you did as much as we did last night...!"

Xianyun reaches for her glasses before turning to S/O with a smile.

(Xianyun) "One should develop something to help with your energy...Perhaps a cuisine of some kind?"

S/O couldn't help but feel curious.

(S/O) "What would even help with that?"

(Xianyun) "Dress yourself and come along now, we shall find the answer together."

Yae's usual smug expression is more subdued this early in the morning, especially next to someone she loved.

Much to the surprise of S/O.

(Yae) "My, you can sleep for quite a while. Were you truly that tired?"

S/O yawned before turning to see Yae at them staring with a mischievous smile.

(S/O) "I wonder why..."

Their tone sounded a bit dry, making Yae laugh.

(Yae) "I suppose you'll just have to get better stamina."

Her finger traced down their waist before quickly bopping them on the nose, her ears slightly going up as she did so.

(Yae) "Do you plan on getting up, or keep staring at my beautiful face all day? Not that I would mind being lavished with praise."

[jnkosstuff]

The latest genshin event has me giggling lowkey?

(I have so many screenshot I need to make a second part so this part is filled with ifa, kinich, traveller, paimon, and ororon interaction)

Spoilers below!!

Don't say I didn't warn ya

Just a reminder I posted this not for the intentions of shipping! It's just for funsies, it's uo to you how you want to interpret their interaction

Should I post the other part