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ikaroux · 2 years ago

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Learn to love yourself

Synopsis: There are things about you that you can hate. Curves that are too pronounced. A face that is too round. A more self-effacing character. And you sometimes wonder, "Why did he choose me?"

Style: female reader, Cute, sweet, loving, reassuring, established relationship.

Alert: None.

Characters: Venti, Dainsleif, Ayato.

Note: I love writing about Venti, especially since I started writing "Before the Sun and Moon." I know this character isn't necessarily the most beloved of the boys, and I won't hide the fact that Diluc is still number one in my heart. Nevertheless, I hope to make him more attractive to you… On the other hand, it's quite short, but I appreciate having written for these three characters.

Part 1: Diluc Zhongli Kaeya Xiao

Part 2: Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia/Childe

Sitting in front of your dressing table, your eyes stared at that large brown spot with no distinct shape imprinted on your neck since birth. You hated it, you always did… Not only were you born with it, but it was in a place that was nearly impossible for you to cover, except in the winter when you wore turtlenecks. Of course, you tried to use makeup to hide this birthmark, but despite your best efforts, it was impossible to cover it completely.

Your frustration and discomfort had intensified when you met Venti. Over the months, he had become so dear to your heart. So gentle and loving, making you feel beautiful and loved. You had done everything to hide this flaw from him, for fear that it would disgust him… But Venti was the kind of man who liked physical contact, and he often wondered why you always wore something around your neck, preventing him from placing teasing kisses on it. But he never forced you to respond, showing patience and restraint.

Caressing your birthmark with your fingertip, your mind wandering in the twists and turns of your imagination, you didn't notice that your boyfriend had come in through your bedroom window, as he so often did with his anemo vision. When you felt lips brush against your ear, a gasp almost made you fall off the stool you were sitting on as your hand reflexively came to cover your neck.

"Venti! I already told you not to come in through the window!" The young man laughed as usual, apologizing without much conviction as his aqua green eyes seemed to be drawn to what your hand was hiding.

"What are you hiding from me my dove?"

"I-I- Nothing at all! Go wait for me in the living room!" Venti did not move as you asked, instead tilting his head to the side when he caught the tremor in your voice.

"What are you so afraid of, my sweet spring? Don't tell me someone has hurt you?" Venti walked over to you, settling behind your back, his hands firmly on your tense shoulders. When you looked at his face in the reflection of the mirror, something unusual caught your eye… His eyes and the tips of his pigtails were glowing with an intense glow, identical to that of his anemo vision. Anger seemed to be what had triggered this strange reaction.

"No one hurt me… I-" You lowered your head, tightening your grip on your neck. It was then that tender arms encircled your chest as Venti's face rested on the hollow of your shoulder.

"So tell me what you're afraid of. I love you my dove, you know you can tell me anything."

"I don't want to put you off me…" Venti moved slightly away from you, his bewildered eyes staring at you as if you had just said the stupidest thing in the world. You turned your face toward him, your lips close to his. Your hand trembled against your skin, hesitant to move against his gaze. "I love you Venti, I don't want to lose you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. Try to understand me…" Venti sighed, delicately moving closer to you to place a tender but brief kiss on your lips. As soon as he pulled away, the young man rested his forehead against your shoulder, his arms tightening their grip around you.

"It's more like I should be afraid of losing you. There's so much about me that you don't know… That could scare you or worse, make you hate me. Believe me when I tell you that you are more precious to me than anything else in the world. You will never keep me away from you. Never." Tears welled up in your eyes and slowly, carefully, you slid your hand down your neck, revealing the mark that painted your skin. You closed your eyes, waiting for your lover's reaction. You felt him move behind you before the warmth of his lips kissed your birthmark, making you flinch slightly. "You are beautiful, Y/N. More beautiful than anything I've ever seen. Sweeter than any poem I've ever heard or sung. I'm so glad I met you." And before he could give you time to respond, he held you closer to him, placing eager kisses on your neck, letting only a few moans escape your lips. Venti accepted you completely, carving out a place in your heart that would be reserved for him forever. You hoped that one day he too would be able to face his fears and open up to you…

"Did you see how skinny she is." Whispered a passerby to her friend.

"Yes, how awful!"

"Don't tell me that the handsome blond guy with her is her boyfriend?"

"No way!" Sneered the stranger.

Dainsleif turned around to face the two women who were openly criticizing you, his cool gaze and poise silencing them immediately. He proudly took your hand to lead you away from the atmosphere that he knew was making you sadder than ever.

Dainsleif was not always present at your side, too busy fighting the abyss and protecting the world you lived in. He always expressed his affection, his love for you. But you couldn't help thinking that these women were right… You were too thin, wiry, nothing attractive to men. Dainsleif was… well he was perfect. An angelic face, blond hair framing his jaw perfectly, blue eyes that seemed to hold a deep, quiet ocean, a beautifully sculpted body…

"Don't pay attention to what they say." Dain muttered softly as he continued to walk quietly, his hand still firmly holding yours.

"Why? You know it's the truth. I don't need them to know that my body is… Hideous. I don't even know what attracted you to me in the first place." Dainsleif paused, slowly turning to face you, his gaze still soft when it came to you. His free hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb tenderly caressing your skin.

"I love your eyes." He said softly, his caresses extending to your eyelid. "I love your nose." The warmth of his finger ran along the bridge of your nose until it reached your mouth, his thumb lovingly brushing your bottom lip. "I love your lips." His hand planted itself on the back of your neck, drawing you into a sudden, deep kiss, eliciting soft moans between breaths. "I love your voice." Finally, he gently placed his forehead against yours, keeping his hand in your hair. Closing your eyes, you both savored this tender moment. "Do you need a reason to love someone? I love you for who you are, not for what others think of you. I absolutely love every part of your body, every part of your soul." And you knew that Dainsleif spoke sincerely, he was a man who never lied, his sincerity and honesty could sometimes be hurtful, but always helped you move on. More than that, Dainsleif had helped you learn to love yourself step by step, even if it wasn't always easy, even if the looks on your face kept tearing you apart from the inside, as long as he stayed by your side, the world would keep turning.

"I love you Dain." A rare frank smile stretched his features as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you Y/N." Such simple words yet brimming with emotion when spoken by him. Dainsleif held you in his arms for a long time, kissing every part of your face that your proximity allowed him to reach. Ignoring the regular passage of strangers, their curious eyes gazing at your two bodies tenderly entangled against each other.

Ayato was the very personification of perfection. He was an upright man, always elegant, always polite, always discreet… A clan leader leading the cultural commission with a masterful hand. When he spoke, people listened, when he fought, it was always with elegance and determination. However, Ayato had sides that he preferred to hide from others, even from his sister. Manipulative, cunning, ingenious, hiding behind his false smiles his real intentions. Only in front of you could he show himself… The trust and love he had for you made you so happy and yet… You were infuriatingly clumsy. Appearances in Inazuma were something essential in society, the slightest slip could bring shame and dishonor to a clan… Slipping on a stone in public. Spilling a cup of tea. Breaking a precious object. Ayato always stood behind you, catching your blunders. You were so ashamed of yourself. So ashamed to embarrass him in front of those who held him in respect.

You were a burden in his life…

Little by little, you began to refuse to accompany him to official dinners or meetings with other clan leaders, using any excuse to justify your absence from his side. But Ayato wasn't blind, watching your every reaction with sadness. He wanted to wait for you to make the first move to confide in him, which you never did… You were pulling away from him, and he couldn't stand that.

"Y/N, how about coming with me to this new restaurant they opened in town? They serve some strange drinks there that I would love to try."

"Not tonight Ayato, I have to visit a sick friend." Ayato watched you out of the corner of his eye, putting on his gloves with more rigor than he wanted.

"You don't have any sick friends." He said simply, pulling on his white jacket over his shirt, consciously ignoring the stiffness in your body at his words. "I asked Thomas to watch you when I couldn't. I was worried about your change in attitude. Why are you avoiding me Y/N? I'd rather you tell me if I've done anything that might have hurt you than watch you grow further and further away from me." You remained silent, clenching your fists in your lap. Ayato sighed loudly, his arms falling heavily at his sides. "Do you still love me?" He asked in a quavering voice, fear soaking into it like ink on paper.

"Of course!"

"Then why do I feel like I'm losing you?" Ayato finally turned to you, his face marked by loneliness and anxiety. "Tell me what I've done, and I promise to do everything I can to make it up to you. I love you and-I don't want to see you walk away from me again."

"You didn't do anything wrong! I'm the one who… I'm embarrassing you with my clumsiness. I feel… Unworthy of you." You lowered your head, hiding the feeling of humiliation that invaded you behind your closed eyelids. Ayato seemed to want to remain silent, his blue eyes watching you carefully. How could he let you think that about yourself? Did you really think you were beneath him? Ayato felt hurt… Not because of you, no, but because of his own incompetence. Wasn't it him who didn't deserve you? After all, he hadn't been able to immediately see the distress his status had caused you. Hesitantly, he slowly approached you, kneeling beside you and lifting your chin to him with his fingertip.

"Forgive me for not understanding what was wrong…" Your eyes glistened with tears that you refused to let fall. "I love your clumsiness. I love your innocence as well as your pure naivety. All these parts of you melt my heart. It doesn't matter what other people think… Did you ever notice my amusement when you spilled your tea on one of the clansmen?" A tear rolled down your cheek as a soft smile stretched your lips. "Or the tenderness in my eyes when you caught yourself on my arm when you were about to fall? Ayato placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Oh, and that day when you broke a Kujou clan vase. If I hadn't had my younger sister by my side, I don't think I would have been able to keep my urge to laugh out loud locked inside me." Said he, starting to laugh as he reviewed the images flashing through his head. A blush warmly invaded your cheeks as you tugged on the sleeve of his coat, laughing softly with him.

"It's-It's okay I get it! You can stop right there!" Ayato slowly stopped laughing, affection evident in his eyes focused on you.

"I love you my precious Y/N. Don't turn away from me. You bring so much joy to my life… More than I could ever feel. Don't be ashamed of yourself, because I absolutely love all sides of you." He placed a tender kiss on your lips before rising to his feet, reaching out to help you. "Well, how about we go taste this drink that seems to be all the rage?"

"D-Don't come complaining if I spill my drink on you!" A wry smile spread across his face.

"I wouldn't complain, considering you'll be the one to clean me up." The man made you stammer incoherent words, the red on your cheeks spreading to your ears. "Perhaps I should force this inevitable fate and bring about the catastrophe?" Ayato brought your hand to his lips, a mischievous smile on his face.

"You wouldn't dare!?" A squeak escaped your lips as he pulled you outside the Kamisato domain, lovingly intertwining his fingers with yours…

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yourheart-inmyhands · 1 year ago

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Do I have a Question, you one did a bit about which yanderes would handled theirovers death the worst, but what if instead of their lover dying to something random, the yanderes were the ones that accidentaly killed them? Sorry if it's weird, english isn't my first language.

Hope to hear from you :)

ooooohh i have been waiting for the opportunity to write something like this >:3c

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including death, manual strangulation, murder, experimentation, attempted experimentation, and other potential topics. Please Read At Your Own Risk!

Yandere!Venti would certainly kill you without thinking. He was just so fascinated by your human and Archon differences that he had to see for himself. Without even thinking he finds himself over your sleeping form, hands clenched tightly around your throat while you struggle to break free. He had gotten you while you were sleeping, his soft delicate hands finding their way around your delicate flesh as you lay there unaware. He had heard that manual strangulation was hard, that it took more effort than most people thought it did, but he found it to be easy. Humans were such delicate beings, he thinks he could’ve popped your head right off your neck if he really tried.

Yandere!Albedo kills you in the name of science. He had created a new potion, one that was supposed to grant an individual eternal life. Something he had intended to give you so that the two of you could be together forever, seeing as he had a largely extended lifespan compared to yours. It goes wrong unfortunately, with the potion having the desired effect but with unsavory side effects. It leaves you nearly braindead, slumped over and mumbling nonsensical things. For a while, Albedo does his best to fix things, but it seems the mixture of the first concoction was so intense that it had literally fried your brain. So, he does the next best thing. He has the heart to put you to sleep at least before taking his sword straight through your heart, and when he’s sure you’ve passed, he begins to dissect you, pulling your brain out to examine it and what happened. When he figures out what went wrong, he begins the process of reviving you to start over and make you properly immortal.

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scara-hater · 2 years ago

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Happy new year!! ♡(> ਊ <)♡ Hope you're having a great holiday 💓💓 I was just gonna ask first if you write for Capitano? If not that's totally fine! (/^-^(^ ^*)/

But if it's possible, I was hoping for a Capitano one of Cuddles and plushies? Cause imagine him being away for years due to some of his expeditions that takes a very long time to complete and imagine too his reaction seeing how much his darling yearning for him 😫

Hehe also a little bit angst/comfort with Venti?? Who's always out and about drinking and coming home late at night. So maybe an argument happened when they're just looking out for Venti before reader decided to make a plushie. It's really up to you 😊💞

I NEVER IMAGINED THIS TURINGING ITN OA SERIES HAAHAHHAHA. yeah, of course! I'm not emmersed in Capitanos' story, so I'll just make shit up.

Sorry for the late post! I had a lot of work for school and I’m so so sorry for how rushed and off this is. I hope you enjoyed it regardless but I do feel really bad.

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Not proofread!

Venti

It is a personal trait of his that no one seems to be bothered by. Every night he sits at the tavern, and every night he forgets that you wait for him.

"Y/nnnnn. Where are you~?” hearing his footsteps near closer, you poke your head out to look down the hall. Seeing him struggle at discarding his shoes, he lifts his to greet you with a closed eyed smile, “ahh there you are! C’mere, I missed you!” Arms opening in expectation of a hug, he pauses when you seat him to take his shoes off for him.

“You’ve come home late, and you’ve been drinking again.” Placing his shoes aside you put your hands on his lap, “I wished to see you-“ “And I’m here!” He says, resulting your head adding more weight to his legs. “Love you can hardly stand.” Sighing to keep yourself calm, you silently rise to kiss his head before speaking,

“I hope you understand that I’m beginning to worry about you.” His rounded eyes never seem to hold any seriousness, not understanding how this affects you.

“But I didn’t have a lot! Promise! so let’s talk about it later, I wanna hold you okay?” leaning forward on his seat, he wraps his arms around your torso, face squishing into you. does he not care even the slightest?

“Okay..”

Nuzzling his body further into you, his muffled voice could only faintly be coherent.

“I’m sorry.” Squeezing you impossible tighter, he feels your grasp loop around his shoulders, the side of your face laying on the crown of his head.

“I know.”

And through his covered vision, he sees it. A delicate little plush that seems to be hand made, most likely by you.

It rests along the windowsill, taunting him for all his wrongdoings. And that’s all it took for an overwhelming amount of guilt to erupt within his chest. how you forgive him so easily?

Lips quivering and eyes shutting to rid the water in his eyes, he starts to cry.

“Nonono y/n, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know, so come home that’s all I ask.”

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“Oh that? Yeah I made it. You weren’t here often, and I missed you a lot”

“Yeah..but you could have told me! No need for that silly thing!”

You threaten to leave him for your plush often.

Capitano

“In a few weeks time, I’ll be leaving.” His voice was neutral, and his demeanour unreadable. You two were sitting at the table, and he only now decides to tell you?

You understand that his line of work is not merciful to his schedule, but you wished there be a longer advance in when he attends his duties.

Sighing with a smile, you pull the last remaining string to a knot.

“I’ll just make sure this little cutie gets all the attention when you are gone.” Raising the substitute partner for him to see. “But of course I understand that you need to go, just be safe and don’t die on me.” You say kissing his nose.

“When have I ever been in a situation where I’m losing.”

That was 2 years ago, and not a day has gone by where you haven’t been on his mind. Worrying if you are truly okay being alone, not knowing that you are thinking the same.

You know he could very well handle himself, but what if he doesn’t come home this time?

You shake your head to rid the thought.

It was a cold day and you underestimated the weather yet again, you arrived home from a grocery outing are found yourself relieved once you opened the door. Kicking your shoes off at the entrance as your gaze was focused on the task, you were met with the unexpected.

“Welcome home, oh.. if you dress like that you’ll fall ill, how many times must I tell you this love?.”

you immediately freeze, eyes wide as you drop your bag of ingredients. Turning to meet the source, your hands slap over your mouth as you feel tears well in your eyes. Slowly, you walk to the man and hug him as tight as you could. Cheeks mushing into his chest, you sigh. “I missed you.”

Lifting your head and meeting his soft stare, he leans in and kisses your pink tinted nose.

“I’m home.”

“You kept this?” “Leave that alone! That’s my beloved plush.”

“Y/n…. Love, I’m right here.”

#genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin venti #venti x reader #venti x y/n #genshin capitano #capitano x reader #capitano x y/n #capitano x you #genshin #il capitano

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paimonial-rage · 2 years ago

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secret identities and whatnot

ship: xiao x reader x venti

synopsis: in which reader finds out xiao is a fellow fan of a certain musician and venti wants to find out who

notes: idol!au; follow up stories will be posted following venti's route and xiao's route

You frowned as a soft melody traveled through the halls of Teyvat Entertainment. Having worked there for months, you knew it didn’t belong to any of the groups or talents. Their songs fell more into the pop category with the occasional ballad, but this was different. It was a delicate piece, beautiful, yet subdued. And as you followed the sound, you couldn’t help but feel you knew this song from somewhere. But where?

When you opened the door to the practice room belonging to 5WIRL, there was Xiao mid-pirouette, and then it sunk in. You did know this song! In fact, how in the world did you not recognize it in the first place!? You used to listen to his songs on continuous repeat when you were younger. But more important was Xiao! After all–

You rushed up to him and took his hands in excitement.

“You know who Barbatos is? Are you a fan??”

There were practically sparkles in your eyes as you gazed up at the soft-spoken man in sheer excitement. With your heart beating so fast, you didn't even realize you didn't give him a chance to respond before you continued.

“This song is ‘Cecilia’ from his first album, ‘Der Frühling,’ right? While he has gotten a bit more traction over the years, most people aren’t even aware of this album!! So obviously you have to be a fan, right? What is your favorite song from the album? Is it this one? Mine is ‘What is a Windblume?’”

Perhaps you did sound a bit fanatical, but could anyone blame you? Barbatos, though a phenomenal composer, was not necessarily well known. While it was said he ghostwrote a lot of songs for groups and movies that immediately topped the lists, his personal works were few and far between. It didn’t help that he opted to remain anonymous. So to find someone that actually knew who he was absolutely astounded and excited you! You finally had someone to gush over Barbatos with!

It was unfortunate that in your excitement, you didn’t notice the rather confused expression on your companion’s face. While you were a regular face in the office and at concerts, you were usually fighting with Venti or assisting the other members of 5WIRL. He always assumed you were intimidated by him, but seeing how you were practically up in his face with sheer giddiness, he concluded that wasn’t the case.

“I’m not that much of a fan…” He mumbled, turning his face away.

You frowned.

“But you have to like at least one of the songs to be listening to this album!!” You pleaded.

He let out an exasperated sigh. And after a few moments of silence, he finally responded.

“‘Floating Lights…’”

Your heart suddenly stopped… before jumpstarting a mile a minute. A wide grin blossomed upon your lips as you squeezed his hands and hopped excitedly.

“You mean the song he was rumored to have made during a trip to Liyue for the Lantern Rite?? That’s not even on this album!!! There’s no way you’re not a fan! Which part is your favorite? The beginning with the lyre? Or is it that floaty part with the flute?”

If you weren’t up in his face, you were definitely there now. Or at least that’s where you would have been had a rather… annoying voice not joined the conversation.

“Oh? What are you both talking about?”

Your lips immediately pulled into a pained grimace. And just as expected, you turned to see the leader of 5WIRL with his green tipped locks and deceptively sweet smile.

It was not a secret among the members and staff of 5WIRL that you didn’t get along with Venti. Where all the members of 5WIRL were calm and sweet (for the most part), Venti was lazy and uncontained. How many times were you called in the middle of the night to pick him up from random taverns? How many times did you find yourself cleaning up after him in the practice studio? You had no doubt your life would be much simpler if he just weren’t around.

Still, as much as you hated to admit it, he wasn’t popular for no reason. The picture he painted of himself to his fans was of an impish fairy. Ethereal in looks, yet mischievous in nature. Sweet-tongued, yet as unpredictable as the winds. If anyone asked you, though, you’d say he was more akin to a demon. But… you supposed he was a great songwriter and lyricist. Not as good as Barbatos, mind you, but still halfway decent.

“We’re talking about our shared love of a very amazing songwriter,” you replied with an upturned nose.

“A songwriter? Which one? Maybe I’ve heard of them!” he replied with curious excitement.

You gave a wry snort of laughter.

“Oh, I highly doubt it. He’s very underground. Certainly not mainstream like you. And his music has a lot of depth, I’m not sure you’d understand…”

“Really? Then I’d love to know who he is! Maybe I can learn a thing or two, hehe!”

Much to your dismay, Venti didn’t become irritated nor upset. Rather, he seemed to be even more interested. Xiao, on the other hand, became more and more concerned with each word that left your mouth. In fact, had you been paying attention, you would have seen him hesitantly holding his hand out as if to stop you from driving your train of sheer arrogance straight off of the cliff of rude awakening!

“Well, for your information, his name is–”

“First!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, you were shocked to see that it was Xiao with a more intense look of frustration on his face than usual. Even though it could be no one other than him that yelled your name so loudly, you could hardly believe it. But now that he finally had your attention, it seemed he didn’t quite know what to do next. If you were paying attention, however, you would have noticed a pair of very observant eyes watching the scene unfold before him.

“... The… manager wants to see you,” he finally got out.

You frowned. The manager? You were pretty sure you already handled everything they asked for… Maybe they needed you for something else.

“Did they text you what they wanted?” You asked curiously.

He shook his head.

You sighed.

“Well, hopefully I didn’t forget to do something. I’ll see you two later.”

With that, you slowly trudged your way over to the door. You were really hoping you weren’t needed for something important. Today was supposed to be a slow day. But before you could get any farther, a hand grabbed yours.

“Wait! Can you tell me the name of that composer first, please? If he’s better than me as you say, then you gotta tell me who he is!” Venti begged sweetly.

Xiao’s shoulders stiffened.

“The manager has texted me twice already. Don’t make them wait,” he interrupted.

“Aw, c’mon, Xiao,” Venti groaned. “It’s not going to take them any longer to tell me. Who is it, first?”

“First, they’ve just texted me again.”

“Please? I just want to know his name! Tell me? Pretty please?”

“Just go already.”

“No, don’t listen to him!”

“First.”

“First!”

You exploded.

“QUIET ALREADY!”

You turned to Xiao first.

“The manager can wait just five more seconds! Do you want me gone so badly?”

You then turned to Venti.

“And you! If you really must know, his name is Barbatos. He makes the most wonderful music in the whole entire world. The way he can paint the most beautiful scenes with his lovely melodies is proof that he is an angel in human form. For some time, I couldn't even sleep without listening to his music, so I really owe my life to him! He was my first love and he's way more the musician than you’ll ever be!”

You then turned, stomped off, and slammed the door behind you.

After a few moments of silence, Xiao let out a long drawn out sigh.

“This is why they dislike you so much.”

[[SIDE A: Venti]]

“Ehe!”

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[[SIDE B: Xiao]] (coming soon)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #venti #venti x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #my writing #this was finished before wanderer's release and i was honestly just too lazy to update it #this is based off of that scene in gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun chapter 14 #where waka tells seo abt lorelei #also for anyone that requested something recently i'm still working on your things #my brain hasn't been working as of late #i only posted these two things bc i was legit 95% done with them for like 3 months #didn't require much brainpower #i'll get back into the zone soon

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staryuee · 2 years ago

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WHEN THEY WANT ATTENTION / ARE NEEDY

꒰warnings꒱ semi proofread ʅ（◞‿◟）

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . alhaitham, kaveh, kaeya, venti, xiao, shenhe, tartaglia, scaramouche, kokomi, ayato

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . SFW! you can imagine certain ending outcomes ehem either way tho <3 also sorry for being dead , school has been beating my ass ( T_T)＼(^-^ )

AL HAITHAM — 艾尔海森

— nonchalant and subtle yet somehow upfront; yeah, his personality extends to your love life too

— he wont outright tell you he wants you, but rather opts for seeking out ways to have you close to him, thats more than enough for him

it’s rather rare for the illustrious scribe to even be in the mood to scout the attention of people but even more so to stay quietly idle when he is in dire need of your affection. alhaitham despises talking around the problem, he is very to the point, much to a lot of peoples dismay, but when it comes to problems concerning love.. he becomes a little more hesitant.

currently, alhaitham was distracting himself by reading some novel on the couch. despite his normally calm and collected demeanour, his mind was a complete blur. his head ached with warming images of you and your touch.

he had this uncontrollable urge to see you; he needed your warmth. his chest was tightening as he stared blankly at the pages of the book with furrowed eyebrows. “woah, what did the book ever do to you?” you tease him with an adoring laugh. his gaze quickly focuses on you without a second thought.

“nothing. could you come here, please?” he was such an expert on masking his true feelings and intentions it was borderline bizarre. you looked slightly concerned before walking over and taking your place next to him. he immediately wraps his arm around your waist your breath hitching as he pulls you close. he kisses the crown of your head, “you don’t mind giving me some special attention, do you? you’ve been gone for quite a while.”

alhaitham didn't think he sounded desperate but it would've been impossible to miss the waver in his voice or his obvious worry. vou knew his emotions were well hidden from most people because he never wore his heart on his sleeve, his intelligent arrogance was almost like a shield against all feelings.

he picked up his book once more and began to read, only this time, he held you tightly under his arm, occasionally pecking your forehead delicately. alhaitham’s love for you isn’t loud or obvious, but amidst its quiet subtlety you can certainly tell his feelings are pure and true.

KAVEH — 卡维

— needy, pouty and dramatic; the epitome of kaveh!! his love for you is immeasurable so by proxy his clinginess knows no bounds

— however, while he is extremely clingy and love-dovey with you, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t that lil’ pang of insecurity caving in his heart as he questions your intentions for your lack of affection

with each hush and disappointed pout from you he rolled his eyes; the arising annoyance becoming much clearer as he leans back with crossed arms and stares at the mundane ceiling. he’s been hearing the same phrase for the past couple of hours now; “i’m busy, give me a few more minutes love.”

kaveh is absolutely not the type of person to simply mind his business even when politely asked to because shouldn’t you be PERFECTLY able to complete your work WHILE giving him the attention he deserves? he respectfully curses your rude, blissful ignorance (he overthinks the reason you’re ignoring him) and stares at you like a kicked puppy of some sort.

“[name], darling, love, babyyy~ is there another reason as to why you’re ignoring me?” he chimes, putting all his body weight onto you.

“my beloved sunshine,” you cup his cheeks with both hands, feeling the intense heat bloom into a fiery blush, “i’ve told you this repeatedly; i’m working. not ignoring you, just concentrating.” he opens his mouth to respond but words fail him. “now please, let me fo-“ kaveh abruptly presses his lips onto yours, beginning to slide his hand down towards your waist.

you pull away for air and while you had a look of utter dismay at his disruption, kaveh was more than thrilled smiling from ear to ear as he peppered kisses across your cheeks, forehead and jawline. “come on dear, can’t even take a short break for me?” archons a pretty man with an exposed chest is very hard to reject…

A. KAEYA — 凯亚

— gods he’s so ashamed. THE calvary captain seeking his lover out multiple times a day out of pure loneliness? how pitiful…

— he may eventually muster the courage to ask you for your love directly, but for now, he’ll stick to more.. “discreet” methods

kaeya’s mind was completely intoxicated with images of you. despite you being his utter most favourite distraction, having thoughts of you without the tangible experience isn’t as pleasant — therefore, the lovely calvary captain decided to seek you out in hopes you’d quell his aching heart.

if only he realised sooner how hard it was to tell someone you love you miss them even though you saw them last night then he wouldn’t be sitting in your room; absolutely speechless — speechless due to both embarrassment and shyness. perhaps he looked a little foolish seeking you out midday when you saw each other a couple hours ago when saying your farewells..

to no surprise, you were completely oblivious to kaeya’s inner turmoil as he stared at you with a charming grin while you focused on some documents — it was truly eating him up inside. what exactly was he meant to say to you ?

“ehem, i hope you don’t intend on ignoring your charming boyfriend for too long.”

“sorry, love, i’ll be finished soon.” honestly kaeya didn’t think he could last much longer, with his heartbeat deafening his ears and his cheeks exulting deadly heat, he coughs into his hand and averts his gaze from you rather quickly.

“hey, didn’t you have somewhere else to be?” you ask teasingly. kaeya felt his chest tighten at both your gentle laugh and your abrupt question. he replied, “why would i need to go anywhere else when i have you?”. it was your turn to be taken aback. he could feel his heart beat louder with yearning anticipation.

kaeya couldn't help but reach his arms out towards you and pull you into an embrace. “oh.” your voice died out once you noticed the soft expression on kaeya's face, your heart fluttered uncontrollably.

“i apologise.” you blink at him in confusion.

“apologise for what?”

“for being clingy.” you laugh at him and he sighs into your shoulder, which leads to you ruffling his hair in comfort. he’s so lovingly stupid.

VENTI — 温迪

— got absolutely NO shame in begging or bargaining for your affection, he believes if he pesters you hard enough each time you’ll give in — and of course you do

— this man literally LIVES off of your touch and affection, how dare you not give him it constantly ?

“windblume～” venti chimes at you with glee, purposefully obstructing your view with his hand; anything to stop you from working. you simply ignore him, lightly smacking his hand away to continue.

“love~” another wack to his hand, “my knight, lovebug, sweetiepie~” you roll your eyes and push him away with a groan. “the more you ignore me the worse the petnames will get honey bunches.” you physically recoil.

venti quietens down for the moment, settling down and turning to face you to hold the side of your face with his warm hand. “darling~” he whispers directly in your ear, your body shudders and your hand instantly flies up to your ear in embarrassment.

you sigh, alas defeated by your husband’s irritating yet charming persistence, “if it makes you stop, what do you want..” he giggles in triumph. “gods, you’re so lucky you’re pretty.” you mumble under your breath. venti jumps onto you with a lovesick grin, clinging onto you like you could disappear at any given moment, said moment, could come rather soon if he uttered another vomit-inducing petname. the thought made you shudder, but nonetheless you enjoyed his affection.

“what would I do without you, my love?” he cooed into your hair. you hummed in agreement, beginning to pull him down onto your lap for a more comfortable hugging position. venti of course happily obliged, snuggling his face into your neck in bliss.

you comb gently through this fluffy locks, all your prior work forgotten as you engage in your lover’s mindless gentle kisses. even with your earlier dismissals, you ultimately decided to oblige with his selfishly adorable needs; honestly who could resist that love struck smile and those shining eyes?

“i love you..” he mumbled into your skin.

“i love you too, but i’m not forgiving you for calling me all those petnames.” you pinch his cheek, he looks at you with pleading cat-like eyes.

“aww, you didn’t like the name honey bunches?”

“don’t start.” you both laugh simultaneously. venti’s heart skipped a beat at the melodic sound of your voice echoing through his head like a song stuck on replay. you’ve done so much to tear apart the complex mist shrouding this god’s heart, it still feels so surreal how much he genuinely needs you besides him — he wouldn’t have it any other way, however.

XIAO — 魈

— yeah he likes to BELIEVE he’s subtle, but it is rather easy to figure out his internal solace and longing

— him ? wanting your needlessly heartwarming affection that is not limited to your gentle kisses and hugs ? why, of course not.

— this guy is isolated pretty much daily, and now he’s clinging onto you like a lost puppy , surely he understands he’s being obvious..

“xiao, darling, you really don’t have to come with me if you don’t wa-“

“i’m going.”

xiao has been progressively tenacious; continually following you around throughout the day and remaining rather quiet while doing so. it wasn’t particularly odd per se, it was rather normal for him to just stick around besides you but it’s like his presence around you has increased or perhaps exaggerated.

“uhm, xiao?” you pause in your step, turning back to face him with a clueless look. he hums in acknowledgement to let you continue. “is there something wrong? you’ve been following me around silently for the entire day.”

silence. although not unusual, this time it was rather..awkward. xiao stared at you, a blush creeping onto his face as his eyes widened at your sudden question. was he not being discreet enough ? did you catch on ?

you were about to speak again when xiao suddenly gripped your arm, lightly of course, his mouth was open but no words managed to come out. his blush deepened significantly. “xiao?” you take his hands into yours in worry. after another moment of silence, before xiao alas spoke, “i just wanted to.. see you..” despite his awfully adorable phrasing, you understood his general implication.

“oh.” your lips parted slightly from surprise, your gaze softening. you couldn’t help but start laughing, leading to poor xiao tilting his head in ashamed confusion. “forget i said anything.” he grumbled, turning around with haste to cover the embarrassment on his face.

you hug his back with a final chuckle, “sorry sorry, i’m not laughing at you, you’re just very cute.” he sighs defeated, dropping his head low knowing he can now not run away from your affectionate grip. “if you wanted my love all you had to do was ask, xiao.” i was trying to.

“nevertheless,” xiao twists around to face you finally, “i’ll give you all my attention for tonight, my dear.” he couldn’t have been more pleased.

SHENHE — 申鹤

— she can barely grasp her innate human emotions so you can sort of imagine the poor girls internal bewilderment when her heart starts aching at the thought of you

— she loves, doesn’t she? but then why does her heart ache? isn’t that exactly how you feel when you dislike someone? — fortunately, her mortal fog of emotions becomes clearer once she finally gets to see you

over the many days of her training shenhe has began feeling these mixed flurry of emotions; a blizzard of ambiguity that she couldn’t quite decipher. an aching sting in her heart has punctured not only her whole chest but also her focus and concentration — which had deeply yet discreetly worried the wise adeptus inspecting her progress.

“one believes you are due for rest, there is a concerning pandemonium brewing in your heart and soul. perhaps, seeking the comfort of your loved one will mend your aching?” cloud retainer spoke with poise as she looked down to the white-haired exorcist who fiddled with her earring at the very subtle mention of you.

————— ୨୧

you two have been sitting in pure silence for some time now, it wasn’t awkward but rather peaceful; yet despite fulfilling her urgency to be somewhat close to you, her heart wasn’t satisfied with your lack of attention. every flip of the book page had shenhe pondering like a clock ticking back and forth, “do i indulge in my desires or do i stay put and admire them.”

“hey, [name], can i.. can you..” she says and you look over at her with a gentle smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “sorry, i’m not sure how to word this properly.” she looks away.

“it’s alright, take your time.” you comforted her with another light squeeze of her hand. she had this concentrated and perplexed look on her face. you tilt your head with concern.

“lately,” her eyes trail back up to you, “i’ve felt this strange hollowness in my chest whenever i think about you.” her voice was so gentle it was basically a whisper.

you nod silently at her as encouragement to continue. “i don’t know what it is exactly about you but i just feel this sort of ache… a longingness.” you felt her fingers grip your hand tighter as she searched for something to say, “the way we are together, you know. all those little things make me smile everyday.” she looked deep in thought.

you smile to yourself and let out a small and harmless laugh, shenhe looks at you in confusion, ‘did she say something funny?’ “oh my darling,” you cup her face in your hands with a kiss on the tip of her nose, “i’m pretty sure you were just feeling lonely.” her eyes light up almost as if it all suddenly clicked inside her disorganised head; the answer becoming vividly evident.

“oh..i suppose that’s the case. then, would you mind-“ you comfort her with a polite chaste kiss, allowing her to pull you in closer with a needy fervour; all of her old feelings resurfacing as a wanting passion. pulling away shenhe smiles, “you’re so good to me, [name].”

TARTAGLIA — 公子

— pretends to not care; lasts a couple minutes at most. he really hates to admit it sometimes but you’ve got him absolutely wrapped around your finger

— after he gets what he wants / needs , he returns to his pathetically (affectionate) clingy self - expect he’s even worse

“ehem.” tartaglia coughs into his hand while directly maintaining fierce eye contact with you. i say “with you” because he believes that you are subtly looking at him in the corner of your eye and not completely ignoring his futile attempts at garnering your attention.

you don’t understand his sudden shift in behaviour though; earlier he seemed completely unbothered by your lack of attention and now he’s being persistently annoying for you to spare him a single glance. perhaps he got bored of waiting for you to seek him out instead of vice versa.

“it’s not nice to keep your husband waiting.” he huffs and leans back with a light pout. is he being serious…

“you’re still not saying what you want, quit complaining pumpkin.” you gave him a menacing smile, one which ajax never appreciated no matter how much he loved your smiles regardless of the situation. he alas gave in and cuddled into you with a sneaky hand on your waist to pull you in, “isn’t it obvious? i want you, don’t tease me.”

“you’re such a moron.” and yet you still lay his head on your chest to reach out to massage his scalp. “an irresistible moron who’s greedy for your affection.” the way such few charming words could make your heart clench and a genuine smile spread across your gorgeous face was embarrassing. you laugh gently and swish his fringe away to peck his forehead.

he stayed silent for a couple minutes, not once beginning to complain about how long it took for you to respond to his “flirting”, all he did was sigh blissfully and lean into your touch.

ajax looks up at you with an expressionless face but you caught the glint in his eyes that spoke volumes of his joy. there were plenty of moments where you would see the happiness on his face and in his bright blue eyes; you couldn’t help but feel proud that you were a part of it. he closed in on your lips, kissing you softly with a love struck smile.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

— you’d think with how much lil auntie kusanali has been coaching him on being not only a good person or friend, but a good lover too he’d have learnt how to express that he craves your touch

— he can get a bit volatile and mean when he doesn’t understand something especially if it’s a “human” thing like emotions. he doesn’t mean to hurt you in any way, but healing and growing takes a lot of time.

in your honest defense, how were you meant to know that he wanted even an ounce of your attention with that permanent scowl he wore the entire day? all of his “hints” were just him being a little too harsh or him actually stating what he wants, but downplaying it to act like you’re silly for thinking he’d want your love and affection (he does) when you asked him about it.

so now here you both were; you doing some never-ending paperwork and kuni glaring daggers to the back of your aching head. tired of his attitude, you drop your pen to gaze back at him, prompting him to cross his arms and scowl at you once again. “kuni.” your voice was firm but he still managed to decipher that small and subtle tinge of confused hurt in your tone. he raised an eyebrow.

“did i do something wrong? why are you so angry at me?” he looks at you utterly perplexed as if you were the one that was being nonsensical. he rolls his eyes, not with sarcasm but rather embarrassment at the words he was thinking of uttering to comfort you. ��i..” a quick pause ensues, “ i just wanted your attention.”

“oh..” you let out a quiet laugh, “i honestly thought you were just angry at me.” he once again looks at you confused, almost hurt, at your assumption, “at you? never.” you smile. you knew it wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings so nonchalantly, so hey, he’s making subtle progress.

to your delighted surprise, he opens his arms to usher you into a hug, of course you oblige.

he nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your floral scent to calm himself, you feel his arms tightening their hold on your waist before whispering into your ear, “i love you.”

“what was that?” you tease him with a poke to his cheek.

“mm nothing..” his voice muffled against your clothes.

you glare at him playfully, “kuni..” he laughs before pushing himself off of you gently. “i said i love you, there, you happy?”

with a warm smile, one he wished he could forever imprint into his head, you reply with a nod.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

— she. is. tired. yet at the same time aggrieved. it irks her gentle heart when she misses your warm embrace, but her mind is either too drowsy or too overwhelmed to indulge you

— she doesn’t ever want to bother you for personal reasons, but she does also secretly hope that you’ll seek her out yourself so that time doesn’t have to heal her irreparable aching

there is rarely a day where this woman doesn’t miss you and your affection. with being such a significant and vital figure within both the army and watatsumi island in general, the divine priestess is constantly busy and while she doesn’t shy away from asking you for attention, sometimes, when she’s overstimulated from duties, she’s unsure if she craves solitude or your love.

today was one of those days of irritation. kokomi’s head was drowsy and absolutely aching, every word from nearby people were drowned out by her shallow breathing. so entranced in stressed out thoughts she didn’t even realise she had finally made it to her little safe cavern.

here, she was at utmost peace with undisturbed sleep for the first time in a few weeks. kokomi had barely slumped down onto her chair in exhaustion before a familiar silhouette captured her weary eyes; your silhouette. just the person i needed.

“hey koko-“ you paused in your step at the saddening view of your lover hanging her head low, deep circles under her eyes burning in colour. “i’ll let you rest, sorry love.” a warm smile stretched across your face in pity.

“no.. it’s alright, i promise you. i’d actually prefer it if you stayed with me, if thats alright with you..?” her voice trailed off due to her drowsy mind. you sigh and go over to her, sitting yourself on top of her desk to play with her hair. your gentle touch lulled her into sleep instantly it was practically magic.

“koko, you are so unpredictable sometimes..”

she hums at you in her sleep, cuddling close to your hand in hopes you’d get the hint to continue. how could you say no?

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

— NUISANCE. will NOT leave you alone at all. why? simply because he feels he has the right to “seek your attention when he’s lonely” and though you can’t argue, he truly does pick and choose when that statement is valid

— if he’s busy you likely won’t catch him in time for even the shortest hug - but if YOU’RE busy, it’s like the stars aligned specifically to allow him to pester you

“[name]..” thoma solemnly hands you the possibly 50th letter of that HOUR with a sympathetic smile.

“thank you, thoma.” you sigh, preparing yourself for the lovely bullshit your husband had written in ink.

« dear my beloved spouse,

your warm but transient touch lingers on my skin, how i miss you; so far away yet so close at the same time, you’re in my thoughts constantly.

— your loving lonely husband ayato »

for barely a couple hours ayato had been preoccupied with his work and as were you with your own; in the SAME damn house. you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his theatrical dramatics so you opted for hanging your head low and inwardly despairing the work you’re about to leave behind to simply visit your needy lover.

————— ୨୧

you knock respectfully on his door a few times despite ayato always reminding you that such manners shouldn’t be necessary for a married couple; you could just simply never let go of the habit however. you hear your husband quietly reply with a, “come in.”

stepping into the room you automatically get hit with a sweet fragrance which was permitting from some snacks on ayato’s table. for a few seconds you idle by awkwardly as ayato decided to stay quiet. why send pointless and hyperbolic letters when you’re barely a feet away from each-other to then NOT say anything when you finally give in to his romantic pleas …

alas ayato drops his brush and glances at you, “is there anything you need, love?” you could practically feel a vein pop on your forehead, ruining the serenity of the scene. he laughs at your displeased expression before staring at you with a charming smile, “now now, i’m only kidding. mind joining me for this evening, my dearest? i’ve missed you.”

“i swear, you are so melodramatic when needy.” he hums, not really listening to your words, feeling content with your presence at last besides him.

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chococolte · 2 years ago

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What? I think I might be addicted to you writing?? Like, this is hands down the best yandere/sagau blog I’ve come across. I just feel so loved with the way you write the interactions between the reader and characters! And my god complex is very well fed right now! Finally some good fucking food :)

I’d like to entrust you with my comfort character, my baby boi, Venti. Would you please do sagau touching his wings in his archon form, like how you did draconic Zhongli? And if it isn’t too much, could you write something for sagau calling Venti “good boy” as well? Ty!

word count. 975

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. aaa thank you!!!! sorry this one took me so long, but here you go! i mixed your two requests together here, so i hope you don't mind (though he'll still get his own separate good boy post, eventually). i hope you like it!! ♥

Venti's wings spread the moment you touch the soft skin of his spine.

It's an impulse, purely instinctive. His body acts before his mind, and his wings are the most primal part of his form— they react to any outside stimuli within moments, and to you, especially; always you. Before Venti can bite his tongue and control himself, his wings fan out, his feathers ruffling.

Venti's wings are broad and a bold white, stark against the golden light of your throne room. Every individual feather is soft and delicate, sensitive to the lightest touch. From where he sits by your feet, he looks up at you with wet eyes and unshed tears of euphoria, fringed by dark black lashes.

He lets out a small, quick breath, almost a whine, when you run your fingers over his feathers. There's no cruelty in your touch, no callousness to your movements—you move elegantly, every gentle scrape of your nails against his back and rub of your hands leaves him shuddering, filled with the urge to mutter every prayer in your name.

You massage the small area connecting his wings to his back. Venti arches his spine, chest heaving with rhapsodies of pleasure. His fingers curl around your robes, pulling them tight enough his knuckles turn white. He hides his face in the warmth of your lap, taking in every breath with the intent to remember your scent.

"Your Grace," he mumbles into the silk of your fabrics, body jolting when you brush against the tender, velvety skin at the base of one of his feathers. Venti bites the inside of his cheek, holding back a loud, obnoxious whimper. As you take your fingers upward and gently lift one of his feathers, he has to stop himself from making any salacious sounds.

"A-Ah, please… more! Please—" Venti chokes on his words, sputtering as you rub his feathers in-between your fingers. His wings twitch, tensing with rapture. His heart swells and sings in his chest when he catches a glimpse of the smile on your face— he's pleasing you, even if he must make a fool out of himself to do so.

Venti is only mildly embarrassed, though the pure happiness of being so close to you outweighs any shame he may feel. When it comes to you, there's no limit to what he'd do; ask him to throw his life away, and he will do so without question. Ask him to show you the most vulnerable parts of himself, and he'll do it without any hesitation. Ask him to spread his wings and soul, whatever part of him you desire to see, and he will do it without thinking. Repercussions matter little when it comes to his god.

He's thought of this moment before— latching onto your thighs, begging to be toyed with, the warm comfort of your presence so close to him; having you play with his feathers and wings in your hands, showing you every dark, nasty urge he's kept hidden away. A paradisiacal reverie he's imagined so much that every moment is coordinated, practiced and perfect. He says this, you say that-- but nothing could compare to the sweet reality of your touch, the truth of basking in your light by the bottom of your throne, of your lovely benevolence— he could never go back to dreams, now.

You trace the bone of his wings, and Venti follows, tucking his wings inward so you don't have to reach to pet the tips. The mere thought of you having to reach for anything at all is revolting. The world is yours to command; the rest of them simply live within it. Whatever it is you wish of him, he will do it. If you wished to take his wings and pluck every feather, he would let you.

A sharp shiver breaks him out of his thoughts when you move back down, rubbing at the base of his wings. All too quickly, Venti's heart lurches to his throat, his ribcage moving with every breath.

He stifles a moan, chest convulsing with every intake of air as you continue to gently handle his feathers. You tug softly at one of them, and he presses himself further against you before he can think, mind muddied and clouded with mist. All he can think of is you, you, you. You're the only thing worth thinking about; the only thing worth caring about.

You laugh, and Venti mewls. Any composure befitting of one of The Seven is discarded, completely forgotten. His many titles and epithets, prayers that speak his praises and ballads of his history are meaningless, now— in comparison to you, none of it matters. You are everything, and he wishes for nothing more than for this moment to be frozen in time. Any moment spent with you is heaven. Your laughter is light and mellifluous, his ears and mind besotted by the mere sound. He could listen to you for an eternity.

"Good boy," you hum, and Venti's mind breaks. His shoulders shake, and his wings flutter, twitching and tensing all at once. "Just my good boy, right?"

"Just your good boy," Venti says fervently. He looks up at you, barely able to bring himself to meet your heated gaze, but somehow still manages without losing his mind. "Just yours."

He moves to say it again, but his words hitch in his throat when you suddenly move your hands upwards, forgoing his wings. Your fingers attach themselves to his hair, threading through his dark locks with gentleness he knows he has done nothing to deserve.

"Only mine," you say, a smile audible in your voice. A shudder runs through his body at your tone. Despite how loud his heartbeat is, he hears you clearly above all else. No matter what, he will always hear you.

"Only yours," he whispers back.

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126dvtn · 2 years ago

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— permission to..?

summary : the genshin men ask if they could kiss you.

cw : nothing to note!

genre : romantic fluff ; established relationship

characters : diluc, albedo, venti, xiao, scaramouche

diluc ragnvindr ; the right moment.

when diluc asks if he could kiss you, it's when you're in bed, about to fall to slumber. he's been studying your face the entire evening; mind so full of thoughts it spills onto his visage. there's no doubt that he's been waiting for the right moment to make a move. but the right moment hasn't come yet, and he's unable to hold back anymore. so it matters not that exhaustion is weighing down on your eyelids. he asks you for permission anyway- and your tired chuckle paints flowers in his heart. the moment you answer with a "sure", he gently caresses your cheek; resisting his eagerness while pulling you into an enchanting, tender kiss.

albedo ; a playful request.

"every second i spend with you, i feel some kind of.. pull, towards your lips. care to indulge me in figuring out why?" is albedo's go-to line every time he wishes to kiss you. no, you don't get it. every time. he'll sit in front of you, propping his head up with one hand while observing your lips. his own lips are tugged into a subtle yet teasing smirk. it's easy to predict what he'll say next- so when you hear him start his template of a request, you respond with a joking groan. the banter that follows is playful; but the end will always be the same. he'll be right in front of you, smiling lips a breath away as he asks you again. "indulge me, dearest."

venti ; an exciting anomaly.

the many romantic gestures of venti usually come unprompted. he'll hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, all without any warning beforehand. but today is different. your face is smooshed up in his hands- lips forced into an 'o' shape. this adorable sight somehow tickles his heart, so much so that he's laughing his pants off. and when he stops, he stops abruptly; a lightbulb seemingly turning on in his mind. "hey," he brings your (still smooshed) face nearer to his, "can i kiss you?" his excited grin is terribly contagious. you nod, to the best of your ability, in his cage of hands- and he celebrates briefly before taking your lips into his.

xiao ; first times.

with xiao, it's you who always takes the lead when it comes to romance. but once you do something enough, he'll muster up the courage to take the initiative instead. in this case, the initiative is a kiss. he's taking his daily strolls with you when you reach a resting area. where you sit he sits beside, with his body turned ever so slightly towards you. "ahem." your attention is caught. the uncertainty in his heart reflects in his eyes. "if you don't mind, i'd... like to kiss you." and when he looks at you, he's mystified by the look on your face. you nod your head 'yes'. so he delicately cups your chin, leaning forward to give you his first ever kiss.

scaramouche ; a silent wish.

most of the time, scaramouche makes his romantic requests silent- meaning that he'll hint at you with little observances. it ranges, from the position of his arms, to the gait of which he walks with. when it comes to kisses, the one signal of his that gives him away would be his traveling eyes. one glance at your lips, look away; a second slightly longer gaze; look away. in the end, it's you who has to word his feelings out for him. "do you want to kiss me, scara?" and he resists the little smile that threatens his lips. "so you've finally noticed." he takes curt strides towards you before taking off his hat, beholding the look of your face before stealing a long, passionate kiss.

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader

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pearlywritings · 2 years ago

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The Music of the Night

synopsis: these are pretty much snippets with Genshin men that combine night and music in different forms, picturing sweet moments of your relationship with them.

pairing: Diluc, Kaeya, Capitano, Pierro, Zhongli, Venti, Dottore, Dainsleif, Ayato, Childe, Pantalone (separately) x reader

tw: fluff, some parts have small portion of hurt/comfort, weapons and sparring in Capitano's part, abyss beasts in Capitano's part

word count: 8k+ words in total

a/n: I love the Phantom of the Opera, bear with me

Diluc

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses…

Nimble fingers caress the white and black keys and draw an intricate melody from within the depths of an old instrument. Despite its age, the piano is always taken care of, sounding as clear as it did in its «youth»; your husband always makes sure to invite a professional monthly to tune it, knowing how much you like it. Probably this is one of the very few things that found its place in the Dawn Winery after he hastily got rid of his family mansion, and you are happy it did.

As the pads glide and press, you try to imagine young Diluc, playing it as a part of his home education. You wonder if he truly enjoyed it, or endured it because it was in his schedule. Even if it was the latter, knowing how skilled and talented the redhead is, you are sure, the melodies he performed were nothing but perfect. Nowadays the man rarely touches it, prefering to rather listen to you.

Now there is no one to listen - the maids and winery workers left long ago and the only person remaining is Adelinde, who is most likely sleeping in her room. It’s 3 a.m. after all, but tonight you can’t rest properly without your husband beside you.

A sigh escapes your lips, as you draw the music to an end, lingering just a little bit after the last bar’s duration ends. There is a soft shuffle when you rearrange the sheets to choose a new composition to play. It’s so comforting, you think, feeling the ink-covered pages under your fingertips - those must be from the times when Master Crepus’s son was just a boy, learning the wonders of music, and the thought fills you with warmth.

As you start the next melody you fail to notice the presence of another person in the room. Diluc has just returned home and, upon hearing the delicate sounds of an old piano, made his way to where he knew he’d find you. His beaked mask and black cloak are discarded, gloves joining them on the sofa soon after.

He doesn’t want to scare you, which might be a hard task, yet his hands brush against your shoulders in such a familiar manner, that you only barely shiver, almost missing a note, but relaxing right away.

“Hello, my love,” his voice murmurs next to your ear and then lips press to your temple. Hands slide down to your waist and with a small movement he urges you to move to one side of the piano stool. Effortlessly you do so, and in a moment his body slides next to yours.

“Allow me to take over the left hand,” he whispers and you nod. As your fingers leave the keyboard his take over almost immediately, accompanying the main melody of your right hand.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, free hand finding his and intertwining them. He is so warm and big, holding onto you tenderly but firmly, reminding you, he is here, and you have nothing to worry. You do not, not anymore at least, as you feel him relax next to you, taking down the walls he surely put once again before leaving your shared home and into the night.

“I thought you didn’t like playing,” he hums at your words, touching the keys expertly, maybe only a little bit stiffly.

“I don’t dislike it,” Diluc admits, “simply don’t have time. When you occupy the piano, I have no desire to disturb.”

“And what about now?” you ask, slowly playing the music quieter and quieter. The man notices the diminuendo in the sheets and starts doing the same.

“Do I disturb you?”

“No, not at all… Actually, I really like it.”

The final bar arrives just in time, and, pressing the last chord, Diluc turns to face you, vermillion gaze filled with love. You sure yours mirror just the same emotion, eyelashes fluttering when a small smile appears on his handsome face.

“Yeah… I like it too.”

Kaeya

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender

Nearing the Knights of Favonius Headquarters you can clearly see that all the windows are dark, with the very few exceptions. Not surprised to see the light in Master Jean’s office you search for your lover’s higher and with a deep sigh don’t find it unlit. Well, seems it’s his place you are sleeping at tonight.

There is no one in the hallways and you practically tiptoe past Acting Grand Master's door, not wanting to disturb her with the taps of your soles against the tiled floor. The stairs are a safe place and you walk up as fast as you can, the next floor being your destination.

You don’t knock once in front of Kaeya’s office, quickly turning the knob and swinging it open. The man inside, slumped over his desk, quickly lifts his gaze, ready to dismiss whoever it can be, but turns surprised and the next second pleased when he notices you.

“Hello, snowflake,” his voice is hoarse, but with its usual flirting lilt. His whole posture changes, straightening up, shoulders broad and back a bit arched. Multiple cracks echo in a quiet room.

“Don’t tell me there was nothing, I heard that, Alberich,” you huff, closing the door and making your way to him. The man snorts in amusement, watching you with a star-marked eye. The quill is still held between his long ungloved fingers, and the chin is coming to rest on a palm of his free hand. He loves your voice so damn much, even if you scold him, it’s always music to his ears, and that he hears it on the night he thought he’d be alone and busy? How wonderful.

“What? I said nothing, my love, simply greeted you,” the smile on his lips is both playful and innocent, making you roll your eyes half-heartedly.

“Your back, Kaeya. It must be stiff as a rock, if your spine makes sounds like that,” you are now standing at his side, quickly scanning the table. There are two piles - a big and a very small, - and with relief you see how your lover grabs the paper he was writing on and places it on top of a big one.

“Mmm, maybe a little bit strained, nothing I can’t endu- ouch!” he hisses when you reach and carefully grab the skin near his nape between your thumb and forefinger. Well, if the slightest of pressing makes him jolt like that and give you a stinky eye, just how full of knots it is?

“Put your quill down and let’s go to your room. I am staying over.”

The Cavalry Captain looks at you disconently, but behind this mask you can see he is actually really excited. It’s cute how just one phrase, spoken with an edge of finality to it, makes him lose his composure on the inside. But Kaeya wouldn’t be Kaeya if he didn’t try to play hard to convince.

“I don’t know, love… I still have some papers to fulfill…”

“Kae, come on. You are clearly stressed and overworked. I worry about you,” the hand that remained at the nape of his nape gently slides down the expanse of his back, hidden behind nothing but his shirt and the corset of his high-waisted pants. “Think about the cuddles and kisses, and holding me close…” tempting is something you two are good at, and this is a fair offer the man would be an idiot to decline.

The Cryo user presses his body incredibly close to yours under the covers of his bed - not big enough to accommodate two adults properly, but doing two lovers a favor of a sweet proximity. Your fingers brush through his silky navy locks, massaging his scalp and neck as you softly hum a melody Kaeya is so familiar with. You sound so tender and he can’t help but rub his nose against your throat, feeling small vibrations within.

A giggle, then another one and many more as he litters your skin with small fleeting kisses. Moments like this he adores the most - together, alone, with nothing separating you and preventing him from letting go of his daytime worries and carefully crafted facade.

“Hum for me some more?” he quietly asks, eyes closed and lips lingering on your collarbone.

And send him on such a needed trip throughout the Dreamland? How can you possibly refuse.

Capitano

Turn your face away from the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

Metal clinks and clashes with ferocity no human can probably exude. Two silhouettes move in a thoroughly-calculated way with a speed that make them blur and sometimes mix into one big blot of black - darker than the color of the night. Eyes used to the darkness and ears trained to be a help not a bother stay focused on the opponent, trying to predict their actions and strike first to gain victory. One hand clenches around the handle of the sword, the other keeps the revolver charged. There are no bullets inside, of course - you don't want to wake the whole camp up (even though in any other situation using the real ones wouldn't be much of a problem). Instead the special training guns are loaded with paint capsuls to mark the place the person would be shot. And you've just felt one hit your cheek, a colorful blotch covering and a thick droplet rolling down your face. So much for not using a helmet, you roll metaphoric eyes at yourself and lunge forward, attempting to plunge the tip of the blade under his knee armor piece, only to be blocked and almost thrown backwards by the sheer force of his arm's push. Just in time the long body of your gun crashes in his, aimed at you, and both go flying - all by your own sheer strength.

"Ready to surrender, Capitano?" You smirk, shifting the blade more comfortably in your hand. Heated, you feel immense warmth under your armor and welcome the winter wind biting at your cheeks and nose. Well, maybe abandoning the helmet along with your military fur overcoat wasn't a bad idea.

The man before you doesn't even huff at your words, only raising his weapon for a new attack. His overcoat is lying somewhere with yours, leaving only his ink black armor and a dark void at the front of his helmet.

You share a few more blows before it's your weapon that falls out of your hand and disappears in a nearby snowbank. You raise your hands in surrender when the sharp tip is pressed against your throat, not against to draw blood, but quite enough to claim victory.

"3:1," you grin, readjusting your arms to stretch and pop a few bones. "Ah, what a night~ Blew the steam just right."

"You were furious," the Harbinger doesn't ask, he states the fact, bending down to fetch your weapon. You hum in acknowledgment, stepping aside to get the revolvers back.

"I am still a little bit. That ball we visited today…it annoyed me I had to be there as a guard and not as your partner, and then that human girl," you hiss between your teeth and for a moment your voice shifted to something more monstrous, "dared to try and throw herself at you. You are mine."

You hand the guns over to Capitano, which he takes to inspect. You use that pause to glance at the moon and the starless sky, happily accepting the darkness around you. You loved nights, especially since it was the time when you and your lover could finally be alone. He once apologized for having so little time during the day, but once reassured you don't mind, being a busy warrior yourself, he didn't bring it up anymore.

"Then I find it strange you didn't try to duel her."

"And kill her on the spot? While I don't mind, the paperwork and Lord Pierro's notations later would've been annoying. That's why I love being on a battlefield more. I know you are nearby and we are basically doing the same thing."

Capitano has already put all the weapons somewhere and is now standing directly in front of you, his full attention taken by you and you alone. His big armory clawed hand easily wraps around your waist while the other cups your face.

"Why do you keep insisting on such a small form?" He rumbles in a low voice, but not annoyed, there is actually a hint of wonder in his voice.

"It's easy to seem normal to anyone else this way. After all, we wouldn't want others to know what we are, right? Besides, it's small in comparison to you, actually it is an average human height."

There is a deep growl coming from the depth of his chest and you respond in the very same way. In the light of the day you couldn't let yourselves slip and show affection in the way your nature tells you to, only if on a battlefield, where the steel blades dance and lead bullets sing, where anyone would excuse your roars as the commanding war cries and think nothing of your ability to tear an enemy of the size of a Mitachurl in half with your bare hands.

But under the dark sky you could be honest with the beasts you two are and finally live a little, not worrying about a thing.

Pierro

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

Snezhnaya is beautiful. Its architecture, its traditions and culture, its people, who endure the cold, but manage to stay warm… And the snow - that looks like a white fur blanket during the day and gleams magically in the lantern light at night.

It’s snowing. Tiny, intricate snowflakes are whirling as they fall, landing on your hair, on your lashes, on your extended hand. You think it's lovely, feeling them melt on your palm, losing their unique designs and becoming nothing but water droplets.

It never snowed in Khaenri’ah.

The memories cause something deep inside you twinge, and the impulse is much harsher than the coldness of this snowy land biting at your skin. The pain of losing everything is too fresh, even if the whirlwind of next events made it hard to settle fully at its peak.

"You foregone your cape again" a heavy fur fabric envelops your shoulders in a warm embrace and two big gloved hands settle on top of them. You don't need to turn away to know it's [...].

Oh… There actually is no point of uttering his real name as he has abandoned it in favor of serving the Tsaritsa, of becoming the first Harbinger, of becoming Pierro, "The Jester".

If only everything was really that funny as his code name suggested.

"I am still not used to it…" you sigh, wrapping it around yourself tighter. It's been only some years, maybe decades?

Not enough to forget.

Your lover is silent behind you, only his fingers slightly flex on your shoulders. You know for him it's hard as well, so many nights one or both of you have shared the nightmares that reflected the horrendous reality of the past, so many nights have been spent in attempts to comfort, and the same amount passed with staying awake just to escape the images inevitably flashing before your eyes when heavy lids fluttered closed.

Immortality has its perks and for you one of them is needing sleep less. Besides, night is such a magic time, it's dark and soothing with stars shining and snow sparkling like precious gems. It's a pity to lose a sight like that to the dreams that carry nothing but despair.

"Don't you think the snowflakes sing?" You ask instead reaching a hand to place on top of his and gently squeeze his fingers. There is a hum revibraring in his chest and he redirects his gaze from your figure to the falling water crystals.

"Sing? Maybe dance would be a better word, my heart," what used to be a sweet nickname now carries a little bit of a literal meaning - after losing everything, even his heart, you became the one for him.

And he became the one for you.

"No, they most definitely sing. It's very subtle, but the melody is here. It's pure but with potential to be powerful like a pipe organ in that church we saw a couple of months ago," it was some kind of a ceremony you didn't actually attempt to remember, staying there just to be close to your lover.

Immortality brought an understanding: you don't have to care much for things, they'll happen either way and you'll continue living no matter if you remember them or not.

Pierro stays silent, only letting go of one shoulder to wrap his hand around your middle to bring you closer. Maybe the snow does sing, but he can't hear it. A heart that started to harden to accommodate this foreign land, this new life, couldn't feel the same way it did before. The man finds his thoughts to be swallowed by guilt that right now he can offer you just a piece of his heart, the one that managed to stay warm and loving for you. But you are content with just a part of his heart, and Pierro is glad yours hasn't been hurt as deeply as his. He made sure to prevent it for as long as possible.

So if you hear the snow sing? Then maybe this land accepted you and you accepted this life. Thus he can stop worrying about your sanity that much and start working on creating a perfect future for you two.

After all, when it comes to you that's all he is dreaming about.

Zhongli

Close your eyes; let your spirit start to soar

And you'll live as you've never lived before.

The myriads of lanterns light the streets of Liyue late in the evening and long into the night, as another part of this beautiful city's life begins. Some shops close, the others open their doors, offering the wonders one could enjoy at its fullest only during the dark time of the day, and the main square is as lively as it's under the beaming sun.

Zhongli has a small content smile playing on his lips, slowly making his way further into the brightly lit space. With the posture upright and calm ember eyes closely observing everything around he could've been thought to be in the middle of attending to some sort of task, but his relaxed shoulders and hands clasped behind his broad back give out that he is merely on a late night stroll, basking in the animosity of the nation he built with his own two hands, the ones hidden under long sleeves and custom-made gloves.

Ever since the Archon faked his own death and retired to live as a mortal he couldn't help but feel fascinated - while playing a big role in all of that himself, his people did and do bring their homeland to prosperity, growing and advancing on their own, and that brings the former god’s mind at peace.

He senses a presence nearby, approaching with no hurry in the steps. This one is comforting, doesn’t prompt him to be on guard, existing by his side for far longer than he can remember.

"Living your best life, my beloved?" There is a gentle hand placed on his elbow and the man doesn't need to turn his head to know who it is - the only being in this whole world that can send jolts of sweet electricity through his body, pumping his veins with pure excitement and making an old stone heart flutter and crumble, and all of that with a simple touch, with a mere voice.

"Why of course, my treasure," Zhongli breaks the lock of hands on his lower back and offers an arm for you to latch on. A bare palm slides in a gloved one, fingers interlacing, and his eyes for a moment glow when they are cast upon your figure, foregone your usual adeptus attire and changed to the traditional Liyue clothing. An ex-Archon lets a pleased rumble rise in his chest, when he guesses a golden dragon twisting in the pattern of the fine fabric, circling around your body as if enveloping you in a tight hold - not many Liyue citizens would be bold enough to wear something with the Rex Lapis's symbols on display. How fortunate you are his precious partner.

"Where do we take our date today?" You ask curiously as the two of you resume leisurely walking through the main artery of this ancient city. Your husband lets a low hum melt in the sounds of the night.

“I was thinking we could visit Heyu Tea House. Miss Yun Jin is performing tonight, and Master Liu Su promised me the brand-new program. I am always happy to hear your ideas out however.”

“It is your turn to choose the place for a date, remember?” You softly chuckle and Zhongli relishes in the sound. “Besides, I love your suggestion. Don’t you think this night was made to be basking in the music, savoring the finest teas?”

“Yes, I do, my gem,” and he loves nights like this, when one simply sits and enjoys the many intricate things Liyue has to offer in the company of your loved one.

In the past, when he was an Archon - a mighty and glorified being - he had hundreds of celebrations and festivals in his honor, where he’d hear mellifluous instruments play and melodious voices sing. Those festivities were huge and lavish, all to show the gratitude his people felt for the god who brought them peace and ruled the nation wisely. But now, closing his eyes and letting the noises of this city fill his very soul, he finally feels united with his people, as one of his people. And that’s the experience he hopes to prolong and share with you for far beyond the end of this night.

Venti

Softly, deftly music shall caress you

Hear it, feel it secretly possess you

Joyful giggles join in the song of strings, creating a mesmerizing melody, lighter and clearer than a morning breeze. Two souls unite and music flows, created by the spirits and carried by the winds.

A verse so long forgotten, but so familiar still, the one you both gave life to was flowing like a stream. The words got mixed and lost their rhyme, but in your hearts you still remember what feeling they made bloom and make bloom all the same.

"Oh wind, what you're searching for so high in the sky? Why are you running away from the limits of earth?"

You both never had any limits. Born as elemental beings, transformed into wind spirits, you and Venti had so much in common. With human disguises the bond only grew, and it doesn't ruin anything, even though some would say that it's strange to be bound in any way for the ones whose main goal is freedom.

"What can you tell, dear wind, about blazing songs, that belong to the lightnings, you love gliding among?"

Oh, you both have many stories to share. You love listening to his voice, just like now, in the middle of the night, under the massive oak tree, singing a song you two wrote thousands of years ago. The laughter doesn’t die as you trip over your words or the bard misses a note occasionally. Maybe it's the wine that mixed your senses and ability to do it properly, or you simply didn't care for the form it existed in… After all, it is the feelings that matter, and it gives you plenty.

"What do you see, dear wind, flying above mighty waves? What are you singing about, raising them high?"

Aaaah, that was so much fun in the old days… You remember making stupid competitions of whose wave would be higher or whose would last longer… It always ended with you both completely wet, which gave an opportunity for sweet intimacy while preening each other’s wings, something you both got used to share among yourselves only, that now you can’t imagine anyone else doing so. Come to think of it, you haven’t done any of those stupid competitions in a while… Maybe you are drunk enough for it now?

“What are you thinking of, my wind, soaring above the mountains, whistling between the gray rocks... Touch me the same."

Thin delicate fingers stop plucking at the lyre, drawing the chords and the trills. They find their place on your body, and you feel like in the middle of a whirlwind, swirling and floating and the world moves like you ride a carousel from Fountain. Kisses are intoxicating, touches are maddening and the grass beneath your bodies is heavenly soft. You lose yourselves to the symphony of hushed giggles and breathless pants, your hearts merge into the aria that sings praise to the feelings, and your ears are filled with nothing but the orchestra of nature.

You gaze at Venti from above and see stars dancing in his vibrant eyes. He tastes like wine, he smells like cecilias, he sounds like a never-ending melody that lured you in and made you stay. You are addicted to the music that the Anemo god is and he cherishes the notes you add to the ballad of his existence.

“We didn’t get to finish the song,” the bard murmurs, lashes fluttering when your lips touch his cheek.

“You really want to stop now for the sake of some song?” you tickle his side and the young-looking male squirms under you, sporting a wide grin.

“Hehe, not ‘some song’! It’s our song,” he murmurs and even in the dark you can swear there is pink dusting his cheeks. Who would’ve thought a wind can be so sentimental. The wind that gives birth to the thunders, raises the waves, the wind that destroys the rock - and that’s what’s its law. Forever frolicking like an invisible bird, piercing the bounds of worlds and times...

Oh… It seems you are just as sentimental.

Dottore

Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness which you know you can not fight

The darkness of the music of the night

You don’t knock, because you know he detests it. Actually, he hates it when someone walks into his working space without permission (with permission it’s the same, but he won’t threaten a person at least). You are different though - the most you’ll get from him is an annoyed roll of his eyes or a teeth-baring sneer. He won’t force you out though, maybe only warn you if some of his upcoming experiments are rather…bloody, so you can leave on your own if you desire.

Today it’s quiet in his laboratory and the Harbinger is nowhere to be seen. You don’t even entertain the possibility that he has already called it a night - with a shitty sleeping schedule like this it’s extremely unlikely. Besides, he wouldn’t have left the lights on and the door unlocked.

So you move further into the spacious room. There are tables and cabinets filled with notes, and viles, mechanical parts, and all kinds of medical and technical tools. You step over the wires and move carts aside, to not trip or bump, knowing the booming laughter Dottore will not hold back if he sees you not being careful.

What is it?

You can swear you hear a distinct melody playing on your left. Only one way to find out, you think, and change the direction of your walking.

The closer you get, the more audible the sound is, until you spot a record player on a desk near the wall. It looks like something your partner would’ve created with his own hands and you step to it for a better observation. There is a smooth black record slowly spinning and you notice a couple more carelessly lying around the table surface. Before you can touch one though there is a rattling sound nearby, which makes you whip your head in search of its source.

Ah, of course, a part of a Ruin Guard hung on the chains that is being lifted in the air from its previous position barely above the floor. The higher it goes, the more of the scientist’s body behind it is revealed to you. No wonder you couldn’t spot him anywhere, the robot is huge.

"What are you doing here?" No greetings, as usual. Good to know that at least something doesn’t change in this world.

With a small smile you glance back at the record player and an idea appears in your head. Making the music a little bit louder you abandon the table and start walking towards him.

"Your insomnia is contagious,” catching the rhythm you sway a little, humming. Dottore doesn’t make a move in your direction, that is until you are just a couple of feet away. Then he makes just one step forward and allows you to comfortably bump into his body, resting his palms on your shoulders. Wow, he is in a good mood, it seems.The fact he didn't comment on how insomnia can't be contagious is a sign as it is too.

Maybe you can push your luck some more?

"Hey Dottore?" A hand reaches to his face and effortlessly lifts the mask off. Blood-red sharp eyes bore into you, but he doesn't make any attempts to stop you, only squinting.

"What? Spit it out."

"Dance with me?" You motion to the device behind you, that is playing the same melody, on a loop it seems. The man in front of you doesn't show any emotion, but by how he lowered his eyes a little you understand he is thinking about something.

“Alright," he suddenly says, taking a small step back and sliding his hands lower to your elbows.

“Alright?” you stare at him surprised. Usually he shooes you off with requests like that.

“Yes, alright, but only because my body could use some movement,” with a huff he places a firm grip on your waist, giving you an expectant look when you don't cooperate right away.

As you two are slowly swaying with your palms resting on his coat-covered shoulders, you think that nights are the best parts of the day. During the hours when the sun is up and shining brightly Dottore is scathing and exudes danger, but when the moon takes the sun's place in the sky, something in him calms down considerably and it’s much easier to deal with.

Yes, with this man nights are definitely so much better.

Dainsleif

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before

Something tugs on a wearied heart when a tired gaze of a night sky drinks in the colorfully decorated streets. The flags are hanging on the ropes from one roof to another, fluttering from the briefest breath of wind. There are no symbols on the colorful fabric, but for a second an image of a royal emblem flushes, though it appears only in his memory. Pots at the front doors of the houses are full of bluish white flowers, but those are not inteyvats, though for a moment, a man without a nation is tricked to believe they are. There is a noise of hundreds of voices, but they speak of different things, even though Dainsleif wishes they were singing familiar praises.

“Looks like it’s a festival,” your voice awakens him and an involuntary exhale leaves his lungs. Eyes drop down, focusing on his gray pants, and he suddenly remembers where you two are and why. Clothes changed to something more regular upon your insistence (because his attire is really standing out in the crowd), he looked like a normal man, the only mystery left being his eyes and the mask he refused to take off for understandable reasons. You look pretty common too, with clothes covering all the indications of a hundreds of years old curse and looking around with a small portion of curiosity, which reminds him that you two have came in this city not for leisure.

“We are here to get the information. Remember it.”

“Sure thing, Captain, wouldn't dream of forgetting," there is a slight hint of sarcasm, but he ignores it, quite used to your ways.

"But, Captain…"

"Why do you keep calling me that? Weren't you the one telling me we should look and sound ordinarily?"

His gaze meets yours and a brow quirks in question at the wide grin and mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

"Why of course, Dain, how could I forget?"

Ah, it seems he fell into your trap. Ever since your relationship got on a somewhat definite level of what you two are to each other - more than companions in misfortune, much more than travel companions - you made it your goal to trick him into acting or saying something that felt like stuff couples would do. At first he didn't pay much attention to it, simply humoring you occasionally, but then he started to enjoy these exact affections that made you two sound and look like a normal couple, even if the notion got lost in centuries bared of light and love.

"So, Dain, I was meaning to say that for today we could take a small break, don't you think? Just consider this: people are in the middle of celebrating whatever it is, it's unlikely they'll be willing to answer you Abyss-related questions."

"And what…do you propose?" Decades ago Dainsleif wouldn't indulge such thoughts of yours, but now, when you smile softly and slide your palm into his hand, his heart flutters and he doesn't mind hearing about taking a break. It's just a small one, it won't hurt.

"Just for today we could enjoy this festival. It doesn't look like it praises any god, so it can be entertaining.”

Besides you noticed how he was staring around, eyes clouded and thoughts overshadowed by the past. It's time to make new memories and the music you hear playing somewhere ahead of you can assist you in your deed.

The night falls upon the city, yet you go on. Dainsleif doesn't know how to dance, his training never required it, and all the celebrations were spent in the role of the guard. But here he is, spinning you around and bringing back into his embrace, dancing a hundredth dance probably - he doesn't count and doesn't really need to with the stamina your bodies have. People start clapping their hands and cheering for the cute couple and for once the man doesn't feel like exposure to so many eyes is a bad thing. Not when you smile like that, not when the lantern's light plays in your hair and the gems of your eyes glinting just like now, not when your laughter sounds so joyous and sincere.

Dainsleif’s feet start hurting from tapping. Dainsleif’s heart is beating fast and breath falters a little. Dainsleif’s lips are burnt with a smile, mirroring the one plastered on your beautiful kissable face.

Moving forward and creating new things to remember, just like this sweet peck you give him, when you two finally leave the square? Sure, but only if you stay by his side to dance to the music your hearts make no matter how dark the night of your fate becomes.

Ayato

Let your soul take you where you long to be

Only then can you belong to me

Nestled on the soft cushions your figure is what has been occupying attention of the Kamisato clan for the past several minutes. With chin perched on one of his fisted hands while the other calmly lays upon the documents strewn all over the table, the man is watching you, noting how your lashes cast a shadow on the apples of your cheeks in the dim light, how your lips are sealed shut in concentration and the serene expression that you are wearing makes you look like a protagonist of Lady Yae's novels.

"Lord Kamisato, you've been staring at me for quite some time now. Are you finished with your work already?" You ask without even sparing a glance at him, eyes still shut - you know how much Ayato enjoys little challenges of your character, and not giving him attention completely is one of them. Besides, your fingers have long but memorised the body of the instrument, so you don't need to look for a note literally.

Ayato doesn't answer you right away, letting the strings sing their song and the biwa in your hands turn this evening- oh wait, when did it turn into a night? in a magnificent moment of tranquility. You opt for slower melodies today, taking just enough time to lead the streak from the beginning and to the end, as the powerful hand of a god.

"As a matter of fact, I am not yet done, my beloved," he murmurs eventually, picking up back an ink brush. "But I must thank you again for keeping me company at the times my existence is overrun by paperwork."

A quiet chuckle falls from your lips and rightfully into the melody.

"How bold of you, lord Kamisato… Can it be that you forgot that our society has a…tendency to get ahead of themselves. I am sure there are going to be rumors about a certain noble staying over for the night at the residence of the Commissioner. Don't you think it'll become a stain on your reputation?"

"Quite the contrary," he retorts, signing a paper and putting it on the stack, "The Yashiro Commission is all about festivities and traditions. Music is a big part of it and understanding it serves me just right. Not to mention, the only child of your household is the most virtuosic biwa player in this whole country. An invitation is something to be expected."

"True, but you've been inviting me three times a week for the past two months. Suspicious, don't you think so?"

You decide not to add that it's always his personal chambers with no servants in sight and night quickly overtaking the sky. You come, you keep him company playing your instrument and then…

He occasionally abandons his work to join you on the cushions.

"Have you changed your mind? About the future?" He asks quietly, lowering himself in front of you, and a melody comes to a halt.

"We've talked dozens of times about the future, Ayato. Or the case is that you get satisfaction from listening to my plans and dreams?"

You know he does. He loves that you know what you want from your future. He marks it precious that ever since the first time he asked you the question, you never strayed from the answer you gave him. And the answer itself?

"What is your future?"

"With you. And yours?"

"By your side."

Is what makes him think more about a ring stored in his pocket.

Long delicate fingers wrap around the neck of the instrument and softly pry it from your hands. The wooden corpus is placed upon the cushions and out of the way, quickly forgotten as the next moment lips crash together in a passionate dance, far less innocent than the serene atmosphere you shared just seconds ago.

He is excited for what the future holds for the two of you and can't wait to replay your game of questions and answers as the part of your wedding vows.

Soon the night will be gone and the light will accompany your union.

Childe

Floating, falling sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation

"Baby, you sure that's a good idea? Wouldn't your coworkers or subordinates be looking for you?"

"Relaaaaaax, just one night shift won't change anything. Just trust me," gloved hand squeezes yours tighter, taking you further and further away from the building of his residence. You felt like two teenagers escaping parent houses in the middle of the night to go on a date, making sure not to get caught even if the crunching snow under your feet sounds deafening in the silence.

The more you move forward, the louder the tune becomes. In confusion you glance at your boyfriend and right at the moment he turns his face to yours and grins widely. Oh Tsaritsa, he looks so adorable in street lights, curls of ginger hair poking from under his trapper hat, cheeks and nose rosy from the cold - you immediately reach a free hand to readjust his scarf, - and ocean blue eyes staring at you with mischief.

"Are you taking me to dances?" You muse, speeding up a little, when a gust of wind blows just behind you. Ajax releases your hand to wrap an arm around your waist instead, pressing you into his side.

"Yep, heard someone was throwing a small party tonight."

"Authorized?" You ask surprised and the man beside you nods.

"Yeah, some noble celebration and I got an invitation. Y'know, to 'keep it under control'."

"Or is it just an excuse?" He only laughs.

It's no wonder when you are let in without any questions and Childe drags you right to the dance floor, saying something about there being no need to greet the hosts. The lights are dimmed, so you let go of your outer clothing without any fear to be recognized - if anything no one would approach you two unless Lord Tartaglia (if actually recognized) shows he wants to talk business.

Which he clearly doesn't, not when he has you with him here. So pretty, dressed up, with the brightest smile plastered on your face, eyes shining from behind a masquerade mask you've been handed at the entrance, and it is matching his.

He is truly enamored.

"Come here, babe, I wanna dance," his palms are on your hips, twirling you around to face him. Instinctively your arms find their place around his neck and the young man can't help but bend down and steal a short kiss from your lips. To him a sweet giggle falling from your lips is louder than any music playing in the room, and he wants to hear more. But a finger is pressed against his pursed lips and you laugh.

"Later, boy, later. We'll have plenty of time, because, knowing you, you'll soon grow impatient and drag me out of here," which is true and you both know it is. So he simply shrugs his shoulders and blows hot air against your finger.

The new composition starts playing, and, before you know it, your body is swept away by his strong arms, starting the first dance of many (or maybe not) to follow. Lingering touches waltz across your skin while heated glances leap in a more passionate paso doble. Even though there are tables with alcohol around, you two don't need it to get drunk, and you think your head is spinning a little, because there is nothing in your view except those ocean eyes, except those autumn-colored locks, except those tempting smiling lips...

No one would notice if a couple of melodies later the two suddenly appeared guests just as suddenly disappeared from the room full of dancing pairs. Maybe, if one of you gets tired of kisses, or warm tight embraces, or firework-bursting sensations in your chests, you'll return.

"To think it was your idea to come here and have fun, only to not last even five dances..."

"We are having fun," a sweet kiss leaves you breathless and you gasp for air when he leans back to stare at you lovingly, "aren't we, sugar lips?"

"Mmm, I must admit even a couple of dances was refreshing. I am having fun..." it's your time to steal his breath and the young man quietly moans, eyes half-lidded and mask half-ridden up his face, "...indeed. Now let's move somewhere else until some poor servant catches us and falls victim to your rage and desire to duel."

Yeah, no way you are coming back, there is another kind of dances your night has a reservation for.

Pantalone

Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night

Lately you started disliking nights. The time that is meant to spend resting and preferably in the arms of your lover is wasted while waiting for the man to return home, leaving you completely alone. Yes, you understand he has a job to fulfill, a very important one, but neglecting you for the fourth night in a row? It starts to piss you off.

You pass your fur coat to one of the agents in the hall and the employee bows his head to you, murmuring something along the lines “Master Pantalone is in his office”. Surely you would know the only place in the Northland bank your husband would be at in such an ungodly hour of the night.

Heels of your expensive shoes click against the tiled floor, signaling other agents of your arrival. You barely wave your hand or nod at them as a sign of acknowledgment and permission to get back to their duties, too busy to get into the elevator that’ll bring you to one of the top floors.

You don’t even knock when the massive, adorned with pure gold decorations door appears in front of you. A key emerges from your pocket and quickly disappears in a keyhole. A couple of twists, a victorious click and the handle is in your hand, while the key is back within the confines of your clothes.

The grandiose room, not many had an honor to be in, meets you with its usual cacophony of sounds: the rustle of papers, the click of an abacus, the creak of a quill and the clink of coins. A distinctive feature of your dear husband - there is no clock on the wall or the working desk. The ticking drives Regrator insane, provokes headaches and simply makes him lose his concentration.

Which is not ruined now, as he keeps his eyes trained on the things all over his desk, barely moving a muscle upon your entrance. Yeah, sure he knows there is only one person in the whole Teyvat that has a spare key to his office at the bank, but some kind of acknowledgement would've been nice.

You don't slam the door shut, even though you really want to, but instead slowly close it, registering the quiet click, and then just as slowly walk to the spacious mahogany desk within an equally spacious room.

"For how long Lord Pantalone is planning to ignore me?" You are standing right in front of the annoying piece of furniture (the obstacle you'd really like to throw away at the moment), crossing your arms, and burning holes in his head. The banker hums something, sliding beads back and forth on the big counting instrument that takes a quarter of the desk surface. The thing annoys you even more.

You make sure he writes down numbers he needs and then snatch the abacus from under his hand, hopping onto the now free space. The tips of his fingers poke your hip and then and only then does Pantalone lift his gaze at you.

"Oh, now I finally have your attention?" Humming you test the weight of the wooden piece in your hand, making the beads rattle and click. Your husband sighs, reaching up to get the tool back, but you only draw your arm further, creating even more disturbing sounds.

“And what my darling is doing?” while a never-disappearing smile is plastered on his handsome face, you can clearly see the brow that starts twitching.

“Hmmmm… I dunno,” you twist you wrist a couple of times more, making the beads slide and hit each other, all the while watching the way his fingers are squeezing the poor quill. “Maybe I am giving you a headache that you can’t work any longer, so I can finally bring you home.”

"Vixen."

"You don't really mean it," yeah, when he means it, the words can get pretty sharp. Not towards you though, he'd never let himself insult you no matter how much you can intentionally annoy him. "Besides," you grab a coin from a stack he hasn't counted yet and let it drop on the floor, hitting it multiple times, all the while accompanying the ringing sounds with the ones of the abacus, "you know I am right and you need to go home and rest. Or else…" before he can react you grab a fistful of mora and throw it in the air, knowing a horrendous melody they are gonna play, "I will ruin you work even more for you. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Your methods…" he flinches while you are not phased at all by the cacophony the gold creates in the union with marble, "...very atrocious."

"You are the one to say, Lord Harbinger," grinning, you lean forward, just mere inches from his face, from his parted lips.

"So… would you like to hear more of my improvised concert, or you'd rather join me on our way back home?"

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the night

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silvervinewine · 2 years ago

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HOLDING THEIR HAND IN PUBLIC (w/ mondstadt gang)

immediately interlaces their fingers around your hand as they softly smile, holding you as if you are the most delicate glass they've come across. they lean into your touch, very much content.

↪ rosaria, kaeya, DILUC, albedo

they don't make any sudden movement despite their personality, instead they... look away noticibly more nervous than usual? they try to walk away as if nothing has happened, yet there is something bothering them.

↪ EULA, fischl, mona, lisa, RAZOR

looks at you and they start smiling like the sun, they lean in for a quick thoughtful kiss and they gleefully start swinging your hands as they walk with you.

↪ VENTI, BARBARA, amber

they freeze up, hands stiff, mind blank, blushing like an idiot. they look at you pointing at themselves, clearly wondering if your hands are meant for them. you nod, and they seem more upbeat than usual.

↪ BENNET, sucrose, jean, NOELLE

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nagoyatriste · 2 years ago

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Kisses

word count: 371

contents: fluff, a bit suggestive in one of the parts.

a/n: for my ibf that wanted Childe's content, this is the best I can give you for now, take it and go away I've done my job 🫡 I tried to add the most characters I can so there are a few that I don't know well, sorry if you feel someone is out of place t__t

The shy troupe, they usually give you little pecks that make their whole face go red, the fast pace of their heart resounding into their ears, scared that you can hear it. If they take courage maybe can give you a long kiss, their hands positioned on both sides of your face as they kiss you embarrassed, inexperienced lips were given to you, but clearly, you take them with no problem.

— AETHER, Ganyu, Thoma(?), Gorou, Ayaka

Flirty kisses pass through your lips, the heat getting to your face and making you look so embarrassed, your cheeks being painted in pinkish tones, look at you! So timid by just a few kisses, they love it. Playing with you by making you go all red it's for sure their favorite activity of the day, how they can make you all weak with a playful peck… It's something to not get bored about~

— Lisa, YAEMIKO, Venti, Ningguang, AYATO

They are so rough with you, a little kiss transformed into a make-out session, a heated one, a firm hand on the back of your head making sure you will not escape their hungry kisses. Usually, this chain of events triggers the situation into something else, something more… hectic (yes, MORE hectic, y'all know what I'm talking about), but when it isn't, you have to take your time to recover and compose your breath, both of you lips all red and swollen.

— CHILDE, Kaeya, Yelan, BEIDOU, Al-haitham

A kiss from them has all the emotions they can give to you through actions, you can feel the love in their touch, but also the fear, their lips catch yours into full of feelings, their touch so soft but protective, like they want to hold you so you can't escape, so you can't disappear. A kiss full of emotions that can cure their souls, just by the contact of your lips with theirs.

— DILUC, Xiao, Kazuha, DAINSLEIF

It's not a normal kiss but a quiet one, they touch you so delicately like you were going to break, their hand on your chin, lips connecting so softly but at the same time both feel it so strongly, the closeness between your bodies in the finest way, nothing rude, just two persons kissing and feeling all from the other. A smirk can be seen on their face after finishing.

— ZHONGLI, Jean, Shogun Raiden, CYNO

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byeol-ssi · 3 years ago

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hi byeol!! your “sharing a bed” trope with diluc, ayato, and scaramouche was amazing!! i love those characters and that trope so much. i was wondering if you could do a part 2 of that but with venti, zhongli, and aether. tysm!! :D

underneath twilight ♡ part two

✦ aether. venti. zhongli. x gn!reader | part one.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

aether *. ⋆ through thick and thin companions

as dusk fell, the blue haze of day lifted to unveil the stars and brought about a silence that only the crackle of the campfire could be heard. AETHER sat close by on a mossy log, savoring the radiating warmth, holding his palms toward it.

you, on the other hand, burrowed deeper into the sleeping bag as the frigid wind picked up, threatening to vanquish your sole source of heat.

aether's eyes turn to you. "it's pretty cold," he comments.

you laugh softly, nodding at his astute observation. "yes, it is." the bedroll underneath you did nothing to prevent the chill from seeping up from the earth, and the thin blanket likewise proved futile in fighting back the iciness in the air.

the smoke twirling skyward barely obscures the concern that etches itself on aether's features, but you still get a good glimpse of it.

he dusts himself off when he stands, before gesturing toward you to scoot over. you comply — albeit hesitatingly, given how your eyebrows crease in confusion — by providing him ample space to squeeze himself in with you inside the sleeping bag.

"aether?" you startle when his arm snakes around your waist and pulls you gently, so delicately, into his arms.

"sharing body heat is an essential survival tip," he explains. his breath falls on the shell of your ear, sending a jolt of electricity along the back of your spine.

you bite your lip, choosing to wisely stay silent. survival, right. being travel companions meant that you both relied on one another for plenty of things.

this was nothing different. and this would change nothing.

at least, that's what you tell yourself while your limbs grow laxer with every passing second and eventually drift off into a pleasant dream — one of hearth-glow-golds and fields of windwheel asters.

and as aether held you snugly against him, your body felt like a warm, soft star. and similar to how stars are forever present in the sky, whether day or night, your constant presence has made his travels bearable.

because of you, peace is a tangible place where he can go. your eyes, the sound of your voice, and your warmth restore him whenever he grows weary.

so tonight, he'll hold you and rest, knowing that he'll require the strength to keep you safe, keep you happy, and most importantly, keep you by his side until he reaches the end of his journey.

venti *. ⋆ forbidden love

you're seconds away from retiring to bed when dull, muted taps echo throughout your room, causing you to pause.

you whip around, time stopping like the breath in your chest. a glance outside your glass panes should have only shown blackness, but in its place is VENTI, holding onto the ledge.

a wave of fondness fills you, quickly overshadowed by panic. yanking your window open, venti topples over you in a fit of hushed giggles.

"what are you doing here?!" you whisper-shouted in disbelief. his cheeks were flushed red, and you're uncertain if it was from drinking alcohol, the evening air, or from the sight of you.

your heart secretly yearned for the latter.

"i wanted to come and pay you a visit. i haven't seen you in a while," he sits up, disentangling himself from the mess of limbs he'd fallen into.

"what if someone had caught you?"

"precisely why i didn't choose to waltz through the front door," he winks, sounding awfully proud of himself. "and don't worry, i'll only stay for a few minutes."

you fall silent, bitterness rising inside you at the irony of it all. you weren't being fair, and he'd never hated you for it.

you recall the pain in his eyes when you'd been too terrified to respond to his unspoken confession before — the brokenness he'd replaced with an easygoing grin — due to your fear of being looked down upon by people. and yet ...

"why don't you stay the night here?" you impulsively suggest, your emotions prevailing over your reason.

for perhaps it might've been because of nightfall. when twilight settles and all a being wants, whether they are divine or mortal, is a place for their heart to feel at ease.

and that doesn't necessarily mean a place where one rests their head. maybe it can mean someone's arms, or their mere presence, too.

even if the world deems it unacceptable.

venti flounces to your bed, immediately taking you up on your offer and tugging you with him. you don't resist — you're never able to — even when the tiniest shred of logic still intact in your brain reminds you that sharing a bed with an archon was wildly inappropriate.

your bed was never meant for two, but lying beside him, having him so near, felt right.

he always felt right.

even if people would call it wrong.

his arms tighten around you as if he could sense the million thoughts running in your head. he pulls back to look at you, and another smile tugs at his lips.

"you always seem to be smiling," you remark softly. despite the ache you've inflicted upon him because you weren't ready to love, he's proven countless times that he was ready to hurt.

"i can't help it." brushing the hair out of your face with a gentleness equal to his voice, he stares right into your eyes when he confesses, "it's hard to look at you and not smile."

and in the stillness that follows after, you realize that although choosing to love venti would probably cause the whole world to judge you, you knew that staying in love with him would set you free.

so you fall asleep with revitalized courage and music in your soul, drenched in the melody of the promise of freedom he offered. a freedom you'll finally fight for alongside him when daylight arrives.

even if the universe makes it appear impossible.

zhongli *. ⋆ business partners / contractual "relationship"

with your bags emptied and put away, you sent a sideways glance to the man who'd just entered. neither of you had anticipated the awful storm that interrupted your line of tasks, leaving you both with no choice but to seek shelter.

that shelter being a modest inn, with only one room available. moonlight bathed it in silver, illuminating the double bed — like it was mockingly emphasizing your present circumstances. aside from the tall closet and two rickety-looking chairs, the space was otherwise bare.

but when ZHONGLI closes the door behind him, you couldn't help but feel as if the entire room had become uncomfortably smaller.

"are you truly alright with this arrangement?" he asks you, securing the shutters from the unforgiving uproar of rain. "i simply did not want you to catch a cold."

"yes, i am," you answer, unsure if it was him you were reassuring or yourself.

"i don't mind sleeping on the floor if it will help you feel safer," he offers for the third time that night. not that it eases the anxiety bubbling in your gut. far from it, actually.

anxiety brought about by purely different reasons from what zhongli was probably assuming. reasons that involved your long-buried fondness for him.

"i'm not worried," you lied again, sitting down on the bed as a clap of thunder shook the inn.

"are you certain?"

you let out a shaky exhale to steady yourself. "yes! we're both adults, we've worked alongside one another for a long time, and ... i trust you."

that much was true.

still, despite the fact that you'd completed several transactions together over the years, you were heading into uncharted territory that fell outside your contract — waters you'd never even considered dipping your toes into.

you nestled into bed first, and zhongli rounds out to the other side. silence crowded the space between you, and in the darkness that engulfed you both, you held your breath.

listening. to the rustling of sheets, to the pounding of your heart, and to another rumble of thunder that reverberates throughout the sky, causing you to shudder.

then, in that same darkness, zhongli's hand reaches out to hold yours. intertwines your fingers with his. rests it atop his chest, right above his own heart.

"i will protect you," he promised, so quietly, that the rain lashing the window nearly drowned out his words. "get some rest."

the contact of his impossibly warm skin had you drowning instead, so much, that you don't notice yourself moving closer to him. zhongli subtly shifts and closes the distance too, though intentionally.

after a long while, when he's certain you've fallen asleep, he releases your hand to cup your cheek, and unconsciously, you lean your face into his palm.

his eyes sweep across your face, details he's long memorized from across tables with documents in between, but now they're much closer. in his hands.

still, that was all he allowed himself.

not until he could propose a different contract with you altogether — one that could allow him to call you exclusively his.

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you for your kind words, and for making a request, nonnie! i hope zhongli's part was okay, since i don't have him. still, please stay safe, happy, and healthy! ♡

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