#baizhu imagine

[zhxngii]

— Baizhu BR | genshin

⌗CONTENTS ; nsfw. nipple play, slight bondage? ....sensitive baizhu basically.

— who's flustered when you go down on him. the door in his little space is locked so he doesn't have to worry about anything other than.. staying quiet, which he is doing poorly at but tries his best.

he can't help but blush when you're sitting between his legs, the little kisses you left on his inner thighs make him feel warmer both inside and out. the tint of pink on his cheeks becoming even redder than before.

— he whines as he feels the warmth of your hands around him, giving him slow teasing strokes. he bites his lip in an attempt to silence himself but as you go faster... the more he starts to lose control of himself.

— I love to think that baizhu has sensitive nipples. like as you give one of his nipples a little pinch, he lets out a cute whine, his body jolting up. Or... if you put your mouth there, sucking and licking them both equally, he just can't seem to sit still. he leans further into your touch, silently asking for more, pleading for more with his eyes.

— he loves it when you ride him. when you're on top of him, controlling the pace, keeping your eyes on him, he just loses himself. when you're on top of him like this, how can he just stay quiet?

his mind's filled with nothing more than you and the way you're riding him. his squeezes your waist, your thighs, your ass, he just grabs onto whatever's in front of him, whatever his hands happen to be on. he pants heavier each time you take him in fully, blushing when he hears your own sounds of pleasure.

— I feel like a thing he secretly loves is bondage. nothing too extreme but... he loves it when you tie his hands behind his back. though, yes, he loves touching you, and always loves to have his hands on you when you two are being intimate with each other. but... he certainly doesn't dislike this.

[rin-vana]

⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Baizhu x Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : Baizhu insists on working before giving his wife what she want, so instead of putting up a fight, she motivates him in her own way.

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Established relationship, oral (male receiving), cum swapping, Baizhu is a little stubborn, reader is pushy but in a loving way, messy blowjob, humilitation on Baizhu's end, subby Baizhu elements, use of nicknames: love, darling, my everything, as always black reader, a drabble

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 1,764

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : I fr drop fics n disappear. Lol this was supposed to be posted when his banner came out but I didn't really sit down n write it but here yall go

”Just a moment my love, almost done with this remedy. Then you'll have my attention, I promise.”

You've heard that multiple times by now. Repeating over and over from Baizhu's mouth who tirelessly continues to work at his desk, writing off whatever it was on multiple scrolls and papers. It concerned you none, in fact you could care less about its importance. Baizhu had a habit of pushing himself beyond his limits, even though his illness was so evident after doing so. You pained for him.

”Hon, you've been sitting here all day. Get up, give yourself a breather.”

Your tone had been assertive, standing right beside his chair with a hand placed on your hip. And yet he didn't budge at all, hardly sparing you a glance as his eyes frantically shifted, following his hands that never stopped writing. ”Please, love. I'll finish this last paper.”

Baizhu himself sounded more agitated with your pleading of getting him to stop, but no matter how annoyed your husband got, you knew what was better for him and his sickness, and that was taking a much needed break. Hell, even the sun has departed from its responsibilities of keeping Teyvat lit for the day.

All you could do was scoff at him. Truly you loved how devoted he was to his craft, and helping Liyue in any way he can, but it was irritating how you hardly spoke to your own lover. Placing your hand on his shoulder, you try to soothe the tension building up in his muscles from sitting up-right, and to further convince him in your own way.

”Baizhu, darling, get up and come to bed with me.”

The sage haired male felt compelled to sigh, finally placing the pen down onto the wooden surface. Your satisfaction began to grow when he finally turned to you, albeit still sitting, and wrapped an arm around your waist. His other hand trailed to the one placed onto his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before he brought your hand to his lips. He placed the most delicate of kisses upon your soft skin, yet his eyes looked ever so regretful.

”I'm sorry, my love.. but allow me to finish this last prescription, please?”

A long winded sigh was drawn from your lips, not knowing just how stubborn your lover could be up until now. All you did was mutter out a small "fine," detaching yourself from his arms and walking away from where he sat. Baizhu may have looked regretful, but he still had responsibilities to complete, and then he'd give you all the time in the world afterwards.

But you, you had another idea in mind. A much more convincing way to pull him out of his work trance. Wordlessly you got on your knees, pushing past Baizhu's right leg to successfully get yourself under his desk. This certainly did grab his attention, for he pushed back from the wooden surface to get a better look at you, eyebrow raised and all. ”My love, what.. are you doing?”

”Just go back to working.”

Still confused, he followed your order and scooted himself closer to his desk yet again, his legs being directly in front of you. You began sliding your hands up his legs until you reached his knees, pushing them apart. It elicited quite the surprised yelp from your lover.

” [ Name ]—!” He dropped his pen as he called out your name, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at you, but you still refused to reply to him. All you did was grant him a single glance through your lashes, your hands rising higher until you reached the hem of his pants. It was there that Baizhu grabbed your wrist in an attempt to stop you, lips fumbling to get any sort of words out.

”My love, m–my everything, I told you I'd—”

”No no, you need to finish your work. I get it. So, let me motivate you a little, 'kay?”

It took him a few seconds until he nodded, giving into whatever you had in store for him. It wasn't necessarily out of the ordinary for you to act like this when it came to him and his work, but you were demanding in a way that had him feel a throb in between his legs.

You continued with your endeavors seeing him, hesitantly, continue writing. Tugging down the fabric you see a small tent beginning to form in your lover's briefs. Of course you pulled that away as well, the two articles of clothing bunched and pooling at his ankles. Baizhu hissed at his cock hitting the chilled air, setting down his pen with one hand whilst the other covered his mouth.

You raised your brow hearing the scratching of pen against paper stop, looking at him once more. ”Darling, keep working.”

”I can't exactly… do that. Not when you're like this.”

Keeping your eyes locked, you gently took hold of his pretty dick, watching it twitch in your hand. Your body pressed closer into the space between his legs, tilting your head to the side in a form of mockery almost. ”Don't you need to keep working Baizhu?”

You and your games. He couldn't deny what you said, because he's proclaimed the notion over and over again that he just had to finish this prescription. In a way this is his fault, getting you worked up so much that you felt the need to torture him. But at the same time, he is so grateful he did. He couldn't even give you a proper answer, ripping his gaze from yours in a mix of realization and partial humiliation.

Without letting another second pass by, you kiss the tip of his blushed head, lazily stroking the base before taking a few inches in your mouth. Baizhu muffled his sounds with the hand still covering his mouth, trying to finish writing the last few sentences of the night. But your mouth felt so warm and inviting, it made his head all foggy.

It isn't long before you start bobbing your head, feeling his cock poke at your cheek each time with the way you angled yourself. It was Baizhu's favorite way of watching you fuck your own throat, so the fact that he had to choose between writing some meaningless transcripts or using your throat drove him insane. It was evident you didn't care though, a second hand of yours coming to stroke the remaining inches of him you couldn't take in your mouth. It sent your lover over the edge as he tilted his head backwards, glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose as his noises picked up.

He sounded so desperate, damn near whiny. He moved his hand away from his face to find purchase by grabbing the edge of his desk, drool slipping from his lips as he tried so poorly to hold himself back, to not give in and prove your point. But fuck were you good at making him crumble. Your spit coated his cock and created a disgusting slobbering sound that only made Baizhu's thighs shake around your head. ”My love.. slow– slow down..”

He couldn't take it, not with how your pace made heat build up in his lower abdomen. Not with how messy you were being. All Baizhu could do was allow his sighs and pleas echo off the walls, moaning pathetically about archons knows what. Looking up to the view of your husband, you find his hazy eyed stare at the ceiling so cute. It was easy to make Baizhu come undone with your mouth alone, especially since he was so in love with you.

Involuntarily his hips jerked forward, his dick hitting the back of your throat with ease thanks to its impressive length. By then he took his glasses off completely, prescription long forgotten as his hands now held the sides of your head, thumbs caressing your hollowed cheeks.

”I hope you'll allow me-” he started, sounding ever so breathless. ”-To use your throat.”

As much as objecting and torturing him further sounded so pleasing, his dazed expression and deprived sounding voice made you give in. You couldn't let your husband suffer for too long, after all he was working tirelessly to aid Liyue without expecting much in return. So you hummed around him in response, feeling his legs shudder around you yet again as the vibrations nearly made his eyes roll back.

It's sudden when your nose meets the skin of his pelvis, your throat clenching around Baizhu who ended up halfway down the cavern. He lets out a deliciously euphoric moan, lips parting while his eyes become much more lidded at the feeling alone. ”Your throat.. always so warm, so good,” he mumbles under his breath, amber eyes staring into your teary ones as he begins to retract his hips and snap them forward.

As much as he wanted to be gentle with you, you had ways of making him act otherwise. His hips met your face in a brutal way, the head of his cock forcefully making its way down your throat with ease each time he brought himself forward. His moans continued to rise in volume, shades of pink dusting across his face due to his high creeping up on him. Your hands squeezed his bare thighs and it's all it took for him to paint your mouth white, hurriedly pulling his dick out your mouth inch by inch so every part of it was coated in him.

You opened your mouth while looking at him, your mouth and lips having the salty liquid stick to it, and the sight had Baizhu never wanting to look away. With his hands on your face he pulled you upwards, meeting you halfway in the sloppiness kiss you've ever shared, your arms frantically wrapping around his neck. Your fingers reached his hair, and his pressed against the back of your head to seemingly push you further in the vehement kiss. Your tongues tangled and danced, sharing his essence until you pulled away for air.

You and Baizhu looked at each other, breathless and so full of pure need. The sage haired male can't help but to let out a chuckle, slender hands making their way to your waist to have you sit on his lap. It was evident that finishing work can be tomorrow's duty because having you in his arms and your mouth serving him was more fulfilling.

”Let's.. finish this in our bedroom, my love.”

[tokyoyumeeee]

no because baizhu would be into overstimulation and roleplay. he’d get chang sheng to tease your clit with tiny flicks of her tail while he fondles your tits and marks you. honestly, his shady ass would definitely feed you a mix of herbs that act as an aphrodisiac, so you’ll be practically begging for his cock on your knees and naked before he’s even removed his gloves. he’d be into like nurse-doctor role plays or doctor-patient role plays, especially when it takes place at bubu pharmacy. having you grab onto whatever you can in the storage room while he fucks you dumb or getting you to suck him off while he’s dealing with paperwork, has become an ingrained part of your daily routine.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Glaze Lily ~ Baizhu x Reader

Summary: Baizhu and reader have been childhood sweethearts, all the way into adulthood, to the point that everyone calls them the perfect couple, and they scold him for not proposing already. They don’t know the suffering that each of the two harbour deep in their hearts, nor the strings of fate shackling them and pulling them away from each other.

At age four, Baizhu went out with his mum to play in the flower field. Here, he saw the most beautiful flower of them all, a flower princess no doubt, one that was capable of putting to shame anything which could have the attribute ‘pretty’ attached to it. He looked up at his mum and tugged on her sleeve, asking how he could start talking to her - He was shy, and had no clue what to say! His mother smiled at him tenderly and told him to pick the flower he liked the most, and offer it to her, as a token of friendship.

With a happy grin on his face, Baizhu started running around the field, until he spotted a glowing flower of a particular light blue hue, similar to the azure sky, but much more unique. Happy with his gift, he went in front of the girl sitting on the ground - She was so beautiful that Baizhu forgot how to speak. His cheeks went flush with warmth, and he looked down bashfully. The long, luscious hair, made out of flowers, and pretty long dress she was wearing, the lovely melody she was humming... And those eyes... Those sparkling eyes like the most previous gems in the whole country...

“Hi! My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you!” even her voice was so gorgeous! She was speaking to him! “M-My uh... My name is Baizhu. I... I think you’re very pretty! Can we be friends?!” he asked, closing his eyes shut as he shoved the flower in her face. “Oh, a glaze lily, how lovely! Thank you so much, Baizhu!” she giggled sweetly, gingerly taking the flower from his hand and putting in in her hair. “We can be the best of friends!” she continued, getting up and putting the flower crown she was working on, on his head. “You are the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen! Maybe you can be my boyfriend.” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his red cheek. “B-Boyfriend?! O-Oh, I--I... Y-Yes, I-I’d like that!” though his heart was beating fast, he breathed out an exhale of pure relief - He was the happiest he’s ever been. With a gleeful squeal, Y/N clinged on his arm, and they walked together through the field - Though Y/N was the one speaking for the most part, Baizhu couldn’t help but steal glances at her face, shining with the warm caress of the Sun rays.

At age seven, Baizhu found his sweet lily on the ground next to a tree, whimpering and holding her knee. Looking up, he saw a single ripe fruit, somewhere on the top branch, and he realised Y/N tried to climb up to snatch it, only to fall due to a withered branch and injure herself. “Don’t cry, my dear glaze lily. I’ll make the pain go away.” he reassured her, taking out the first aid kit his mum prepared for him, in case something happens while out playing, and he took out a napkin, wetting it with a healing toner to clean the scrap on her knee, before applying some marigold and sweet flower ointment and bandaging it carefully.  At the end, he placed a soft kiss where the injury was, and when he looked at the girl, he noticed her sweet blush. “Here, I kissed it better.” he said, before urging her to hop on his back.  “H-Hey, let me down, you can’t get me all the way home!” she protested, her face buried in the crook of his neck. “Just let your boyfriend take care of you.” the green haired boy chuckled, feeling her grip tighten slightly from embarrassment. He loved seeing how cute she could be.

At age eleven, Baizhu went over to Y/N’s home, wanting to study together under the tutelage of her mum, who was a renowned herbalist, but as he got on the premise, he heard her beautiful voice singing a melody. Following her tune, he found her dancing in the flower garden, wearing the prettiest blue dress there ever was... But something peculiar was happening, as uncontrolled shapes of water were being bent in the air with every wave of her hands, and with a controlled amount, the flowers were being wet and fertilised. It seemed that Y/N received her Hydro Vision, and she was using it the best she knew - To tend to her dearest garden. “Among flowers, the glaze lily.” he found himself praising her. Y/N stopped her dance, surprised at the interruption, and the water dissipated in thin air. “Among men, the scholar.” she smiled sweetly at him, revealing the blue noctilucous jade tassel that she attached the Vision to, and put at her sash. “You are the most special flower in the entire Teyvat.” he couldn’t help but adore her. “And soon, you will be getting your Vision also.” she encouraged. “After all, we are soulbound, you and I.”

At age thirteen, Baizhu’s chronic illness became evident, and there was little any of the healers could do to cure him, except for making his day to day life easier to bare with. Y/N’s mum would concoct all the most revolutionary potions, yet nothing worked completely. Y/N would visit the boy daily, and would cuddle into his side, resting her head on his chest to hear his beating heart and make sure he was doing alright - Though the crepitant noise that rumbled his lungs as he coughed only made her cry with fear - She was so afraid of losing him, that she didn’t want to be pried away from his side. Since then, she’s been trying desperately hard, to the point of fainting from exhaustion; What was the point of having a vision that had the power of healing, if she couldn’t even save her soulmate?  “Please don’t be so upset, Y/N, I will be fine. Maybe I can’t go run a marathon, but I’ll still be around for as long as you’ll have me.” he would caress her silky hair “I want you by my side forever. I don’t want to imagine a life without you in it. That is no life - That is just an illusion.” Baizhu couldn’t help but smile, his heart melting with love for the girl. “Don’t worry, my sweet glaze lily. Even when the twilight is gone, I will never leave you.”

At age fifteen, Baizhu received his Dendro Vision, and began practicing his new-found powers; Much to his pleasure, he was perfectly capable of healing also; And though he was unable to cure his condition, his body felt a little stronger - Stable, at least. The mere notion that he could, in the future, open a pharmacy or hospital of sorts and run it together with Y/N, then he was sure the people of Liyue were going to be happy and accounted for. Out of sheer bliss, he ran over to Y/N’s place, coughing slightly from the effort - And as soon as he saw her, he cupped her face and kissed her tenderly and full of passion, making her mind go completely blank. That playful smile, as he leaned back, only made her feel dizzy from emotions. “Give me your mornings and give me your Sun, and when it sets, give me your darkest nights too, because I am ready for anything, just to be with you, for as long as we roam this earth.” and he kissed her again.

At age seventeen, Baizhu was proud to admit he learnt everything he could from the healers of Liyue Harbour, and found a new master, with whom he would travel the country far and wide, and study new things, so controversial, so different from everything that he’s ever been taught. It wasn’t easy, staying away from the love of his life, though he knew, at the end of each journey, he will return to her, and will kiss her even more lovingly than the time before, and each time, he will make their time spent together even more meaningful. “Worry not, my love - When you return, I shall be waiting for you with open arms. Not till the mountains crumble, or the earth mingles with the sky, will I ever cease to love you. You are the love of my life, and our souls are one.” hearing her sweet confession, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes gleam with tears, and he kissed her the whole night, to last for as long as he will be away.

At age twenty-five, Baizu’s fellow apprentice, Jiangli, had already left and settled down with her husband, and their master had died an early death. Standing over his grave, with the white snake wrapped around his neck, he realised how fleeting human life is, akin to the petals of a beautiful flower.  Why should physicians die so early? They save others, but who saves them? And Changsheng, also, should she continue being passed on and on, from pact to pact, to the point of disappearing out of this world? The pact says the master and the pact forger are in complete balance, and Changsheng can balance out the qi in his body; She can help transfer life force, toxins, poisons from one body to another, a most important power that only those like him can possess - But at what cost? Thus, Baizhu was set on ending the vicious cycle that surrounded them. Everything will stop with him. Once he manages to create the perfect Elixir of Immortality, there will be no reason for people to mourn his death, nor will Changsheng need to either die, or be forced to make another pact to survive. The wheel of life and death will stop be stopped in time.

At age thirty, Baizhu had already opened the renowned Bubu Pharmacy, together with his childhood sweetheart, and they were working together each and every day. The old ladies were scolding him for not proposing to Y/N already, saying she can’t wait forever for flowers wilt, but he’d only chuckle at them dismissively. Y/N was his most precious glaze lily, whether young or old, her beauty will never wither. “Though the seasons of our hearts and bodies may change, I will still be holding you in my arms all the same.” he would tell her, sealing that promise with another kiss. Y/N remained unquestioning when it came to Changsheng, the talking white snake, yet he was not going to admit to the truth any time soon; She was going to remain a simple companion. With the addition of the little zombie child that he saved and took under his wing, people would now joke that Qiqi was their child, and they were a beautiful family together - Y/N seemed to love that idea and was quickly on board with it, but he, once again, simply smiled and remained silent.

Baizhu was now thirty-three of age, and though his healing work was in a glorious uprise, his relationship with Y/N was degrading quickly. Perhaps it was his illness, or the fact that Changsheng was loose-lipped and told the secret of their pact; Maybe it was the way his health was deteriorating with each of the more difficult cases he had to treat, or simply, that she couldn’t take seeing him outright killing himself, in an attempt to reach the ultimate knowledge of immortality. They began arguing, even publicly - Or rather, it was her who was arguing, as he remained quiet; His heart was shattering, every time he’d see the depressed and desperate look on her face, and the tears of agony her soul was shedding, all for him. He had promised her willow blossom dreams, only to find sorrows hidden on the moon. He was such a hypocrite. “Y/N, please don’t forget that all of my tomorrows belong only to you, my love.” he would attempt to approach her, only for her to step back. “The way you are continuing living your life, you hardly have any tomorrows to offer at all, Baizhu! If it were humanly possible, I would have gladly traded all of my days, just to spend a single more night with you - But even with that, you are not satisfied. You want it all - You are greedy, you think yourself capable of achieving something that even Gods cannot dream of - But Baizhu, you fail to accept your own position; You are just a human, nothing more! We were made to live a short yet plentiful life, and then perish! From the earth we rise, and in the earth we return. You have become obsessed with this idea of immortality - But nothing, not the skies, not the earth or the oceans, not even the rocks or Heaven itself - Nothing exists forever! That is the law of nature, Baizhu, understand already! All that you are doing is feeding your own delusions and forgetting to live this life! You are killing yourself to save others, but who is going to save you?! You are saving others the grief of loss, but what about those who love you?! What about ME?! Am I not going to mourn you? Am I not allowed to weep, watching the love of my life destroying himself, for the sake of others?!” Baizhu would hang his head and sigh deeply; how he hoped to somehow find the proper words to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be okay, and that he will surely find the solution to all of their woes; He wanted to fall to his knee and ask for her hand in marriage - He’s been wanting that for thirty-one years already, when he first offered that glaze lily to her - They were soulbound, one without the other couldn’t exist... Yet the way he was now, he was doing nothing but hurting her - The sole reason he dismissed each and every attempt at remaining as close as they used to be, was out of fear of hurting her with dreams and hopes for the future, only for that future to be snatched away from them, just like his master’s tomorrows had been cut short. “If rains from the Heavens can save the Earth from calamity, then surely, so can I, right?” he found himself speaking impersonally, almost soulless even. “Victory is only for those who are willing to pay the price.” “After three decades, you would sacrifice even our love, just for a stupidly idealistic delusion that’s been poisoning your mind.” her words cut him deep. “You’ve changed, Baizhu. You are not the same man that I fell in love with. You are just the shell of him. The Baizhu I knew would not have abandoned me and everyone he loves like this.” he took a sharp inhale, his eyes widening in realisation at her words. Abandoned her? Has he truly pushed aside the one he loved the most in this life, because of his obsession with saving everyone around him? “I cannot do this anymore, Baizhu. I said I was going to wait for you for as long as it took - But there is nothing but desolation to wait for. I am getting old, I cannot continue wasting my life begging for an illusion to become reality anymore. I have to accept that my soulmate died and is never coming back. You have becoming nothing but fire and ice, and the touch of you burns my hands like snow.” he couldn’t help but watch Y/N turn around, tears running down her face, as she left the Pharmacy. “Farewell, my lost love. I will never forget the precious memories we lived together.”  “Y/N, please wait--” yet he remained with his arm hanging in the air, his fingers missing the empty grasp of her sleeve - He was unable to catch her and stop her from leaving him.

The Sun went down, and the silver moon was gracing the dark sky, and Baizhu was all alone to walk home. He looked up, gazing at the graceful celestial body, and a tear escaped his beautiful eye. He was alone. Truly alone. Alone as he’s never been in his whole life. “The moon reminds me of your grace, all the love I can’t repay... Live on and now that I will pray, farewell, my dearest soulmate.” a hand was clenched tightly over his heart; His chest was burning with a searing agony that he’s never felt before. There was a hole inside of his, like an abyss, numb, yet also suffering. He felt himself rooted to the spot, unable to move his feet anymore. Changsheng also sighed, nuzzling her head onto his cheek lovingly. “If I were the rain that binds together the Earth and the Sky, whom in all eternity never mingle... Would I be able to bind two lost hearts together once more?” her wondering seemed to only bring more sorrow to her healer. “Y/N was right, you know? Long have you been agonising yourself with a noble yet silly task you’ve proposed yourself, and in this journey you set on, you’ve lost track of the important things in a mortal’s life.” the snake scolded him tenderly. “I appreciate you thinking about me and all the people in the world... But Baizhu, my friend, is it worth it? Your health is quickly deteriorating, and your years are depleting. You aren’t getting any younger, and neither is Y/N. There is only so much humans can live... Is it worth throwing away all your happiness, and denying Y/N, when she’s the only reason you’ve been smiling ever since I met you?” Once again, Baizhu found no viable words in his vast vocabulary to reply to his companion, and instead, with yet another sigh from deep inside his damaged soul, he found the inner strength mustered to return to his empty home and rest. His soul was empty, his house was empty, his bed was empty... Yet his mind was busier, more crowded than it’s ever been. Thoughts were running rapidly through his brain, all of them regarding the love of his life and how he managed to alienate her, to drive her away, after so many years spent together, with the most utopic, idealistic love there was, something so pure and true, like the beauty of the glaze lily she resembled.

There had to be something capable of convincing her to return... Yet with each day spent apart, it made him wonder, if there was any hope of reunion for them. He must have truly shattered her heart, and though they were both healers, there was no way to mend a broken soul.

Fate has brought them together, and fate was going to separate them, with the cruel claw that ripped them away from one another. He feared death keeping them apart, yet it was his own actions that accomplished something that none could ever foresee.

A rather peculiar situation brought upon by the Traveler herself and her own white fairy companion, and this child seeking his lost father. He quickly guessed that this man was the husband of Jiangli, his previous fellow apprentice, and soon, his suspicions were proven; She was giving away her life to create a cure for him, from demonic essence - It was expanding his lifespan, at the cost of his memory... And her own life. Twice now, in the custody of his Pharmacy, had he treated this man by extracting the poison in his body and getting it in his own bloodstream. Even Changsheng balancing out the qi in his body was incapable of keeping him on his feet, and he was feeling the worst he’s ever did, unable to even stand for the whole day. He was glad, for once, that Y/N wasn’t there to see the pitiful state he was in, sweating and wincing in pain, his joints aching from exhaustion, his head muddled and foggy. “Aiya, Baizhu, Baizhu, you’re going to reach your limit soon if you continue this way. Have you learnt nothing, truly? Are you still so hell-bent on that Immortality dream of yours?” the man could only pant, changing the cold, wet napkin from his forehead to keep his mild fever down. He lowkey wished Y/N were there to heal him, to make him feel better, to smile at him and dispel all of his worries... Alas, that would simply be selfish of him, and he’s already abused her kindness enough as it was. “You are a hopeless fool, but a fool in love.”

Much to his dismay, before he could properly rest, the Traveler went to visit him, check on his health and well-being... And once again, that snake of his had to tell the truth of their pact and his condition. How annoying - He disliked having people worry so much about him. Still, with the help of the father, they went together and found the cave from where Jiangli was taking the demonic essence with which she was creating the temporary cure for her husband. Alas, the more she spent around this essence, the less time alive she had, and there came the dilemma that woke him up to reality - The reason for him wanting to achieve the cure of immortality -

Jiangli was willing to sacrifice her life to help her husband continue living... And her husband was ready to die, just to spare her from torturing herself for his sake. A love so pure, so true... A love much like his own with Y/N... A love so agonising... Like the story of Romeo and Juliet, only fated to end with despair and heart ache.

Before Jiangli could wake up, the husband held her in his arms, confessing his endless love for her before ordering him to destroy the source of the demonic essence.  Baizhu had Qiqi make another elixir for him, to keep him alive after death, an artificial half-life that would ensure a few more brief moments together... Enough for a farewell, he said... But was it truly? Was any amount of time enough for a farewell, when humans were a most greedy race, and once they got their hands on something, they needed more and more, insatiable to the core?

Jiangli scolded him for neglecting that which is most important to him - His own happiness and his thirst for living, though there was little she could preach, when she herself was guilty of the very same sin. She was so desperate to keep her loved one alive, that she was willing to sacrifice her own life - And he was doing the exact same thing.  “Neither you nor Y/N is in any danger of dying soon. Don’t follow Jiangli’s path if you don’t need to!” Changshen, once again, reproached him, before they followed to the small feast. Baizhu, though he kept a passive, polite smile on his face, remained silent for the most time, allowing his snake companion to speak in his place. His mind was set only on Y/N, and his love for her.  Was it worth living an eternity, without the love of his life by his side? Even if he gains immortality, would he be able to bring him with her? Could he bare seeing her wither away and die, while he is cursed to live who knows how many lifetimes to come?

That night, guided by the graceful night of the moon, he searched for Y/N. She was not at home, but sitting on a rock by the river flowing. Next to her, a bottle of osmanthus wine, and a cup in her hand. He silently sat by her side, and though she hadn’t looked his way, she handed him her cup to drink from. Long ago, it was a tradition for couples to drink wine from the same cup during their wedding, such an intimate moment they shared together for so long, that it became a regularity in their lives, only to be destroyed by his own fears.

“Though I withdraw my sword to cut the water, it still runs. I toast to dispel worry, and create more worry. The water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrow returns, though we drown it with wine.” she muttered, looking up at the moon with the void of emptiness that became her heart. “I was foolish to cast away my reason for living, in an attempt to reach a forever life, but what is the point of living, if my soulmate isn’t there to hold my hand throughout our shared journey? We have been soulbound since before the creation of times, and will remain so, even when we become flowers in the ground. That is the tragic course of life - Or so I thought it tragic, until I realised that there is nothing more painful than losing my very heart.” Baizhu’s words seemed to make Y/N turn her head to look at him, the small tears gathering in her eyes sparkling like diamonds from the silver, gentle light of the moon. “I am selfish, and I am greedy, just like you, Baizhu. I cannot imagine a life without you... I cannot imagine having to live so long, watching you give away bits of your own lifespan to others, until the day you die before your time. How can I bare with that? I cannot. You drove me away, fearing hurting me, yet in doing so, you only made me suffer more. What is the point of going on with a long life, if there is no reward and no happiness? Surviving and living... They are different words with different meanings. I do not want to just survive, I want to live... And I want to continue loving you. But I can only do that if you live - In the present - With me. No more sacrificing yourself for the sake of others. For once, just live - For yourself, as well as for me.” Baizhu smiled at her, and shifted his position on the ground so that he was on one knee, his hands holding gingerly her own, kissing them tenderly.  “Then, my most beloved glaze lily, if you have it in your heart to forgive me and take me back, will you allow me to ask if you’d like to marry me?” the instant change of emotions pooling in her eyes, from a anguish and loneliness, to pure love, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. “If we were to be reborn a hundred thousand times, I would choose only you to spend all of my days and nights with, until the earth is no more.”

At thirty-five years of age, Baizhu was now happily married to the love of his life, Y/N, and together, they kept successfully running Bubu Pharmacy. They lived together, and loved each other, for as long as they remained alive. They took care of Qiqi for as long as she had, and even when she was no more, they continued to live, not just survive. Though the dream of immortality was still lingering in his mind, tweaked around with every wrinkle that appeared with the years coming, he was content with the beautiful memories that he was blessed with.

Life was finally the way it was supposed to be.

Happy.

[honeykaes]

𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐮 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✵ getting a nude from you

last updated: 5/13

[aztecbrujeria]

Baizhu:

This man is deeply compassionate, he may seem cold, but he’s a doctor. He is a healer who must keep the world at arms length in order to be able to understand humanity and care for it without breaking. The man takes his patients pains, aches, and deadly pathologies into himself just to alleviate their suffering. The man likes to be in control because he knows he must have his brain on at all times. More than anything this man is so deeply burnt out it’s the days that you notice and simply make him eat or drink during his cases and even sit on his desk to take his glasses off and make him rest his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

He’s so tired he tells you. You look out upon the Líyuè landscape and fight back your own thoughts so you can be strong for him. You know what’s coming, why he’s searching for the right ingredients, you and Chengshang spoke greatly about you maybe taking the mantle. It’s when he over hears you two that he grabs you by the shoulders and tell you he’s the last…he’s the last.

This man made me cry because he is every healthcare worker or caregiver in the world…

I love this man.

[shanieveh]

to all the boys i've loved before !

— genshin men receive your confession letter that you accidentally sent

he doesn't care (HE WON AT LIFE) - albedo, cyno, diluc, neuvillette, tighnari, xiao, scaramouche

His face, although one with his usual stoic expression was now screaming how God had blessed him and when you finally left, apologizing for the inconvenience and asking if he felt the same way. OF COURSE HE DID?! HE LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANY—

"Yeah sure you're okay I guess."

Nailed it. And as your flustered face starts to run away from him, he was now thinking what place will you guys settle in? When will he buy the engagement ring. You know, the expected. After all, there was no way he would give back the heart you gave him.

teases you to oblivion - childe, itto, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, pantalone, heizou, venti, xingqiu,

"Ho ho.... so you like LIKE me?"

He was hiding his red face underneath the words of teasing and fun. Yeah, he liked you back, but where's the thrill? A letter is just... well, a letter. He wanted to hear it from you, he wanted you to say it so many times for it felt like the blood to his heart. He needed this.

And although it may look like he was not taking your confession seriously, he does. Every word you said embedded in his head, and it's a crime for him to let you forget it. He plans to make you remember that silly letter you wrote at 1:43 AM for the rest of your life.

becomes a blushing mess - bennett, chongyun, freminet, gorou, thoma, capitano

When he read the whole thing, the happiness he felt turned to nervous immediately. What do you mean you liked him? Did the manifestations worked or something? Was he finally blessed with this beautiful angel after beng miserable for so long? YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIM?

He wanted to party! No, but what if you decided to not like him anymore? After all he had many bad qualities. He was panting, frantically, the whole area heard it. YOU heard it. Will that make you like him less? Oh god... oh god... he was sure to admiring you from afar. But this?

"U...uhm I-I also feel the same way..." And with that he ran for his life.

thinks you guys are now married - alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, kaveh, zhongli, wriothesley

Oh so you like him? When's the wedding? He was now thinking of a designer for your wedding fits. After all, his partner deserves the very best. Do you want to be child free? Is there a need for him to make a planned parenthood account? What will your retirement plan be? Do you plan to be buried with him or separate? Thoughts like these raced through his mind.

The letter gripped by his hand, you were afraid to be rejected. And when you were about to speak and confront the silence he moved and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Next time, it will definitely be a ring.

"See you at 5, sweetheart."

[marssismar]

!SUB GENSHIN CHARACTERS TWITTER LINKS

☁︎ imaginging: itto, baizhu, thoma, & childe

notes: i spun a wheel to pick these characters so thats why it seems so random. enjoy!

Itto

tying him up and using a vibrator on him

punishing him for being disobedient

helping him clean up

torturing him by going slow

making him squirt

playing with him in the car

Baizhu

toying with him

youre on top of him

forcing him to come

making him ride you

he’s thrusting into your hand

he’s eating you out

Thoma

rubbing yourself onto him

rewarding him

jerking him off on all fours

roughly pegging him

he gets needy while you’re working

dressing him up and fingering him

Childe

its his birthday

helping him come

jacking himself off while you finger him

he asked you to go rough

he’s rutting into a pillow thinking of you

coming in his underwear

[unabashednightmarepizza]

A/N: Okay I have been playing Genshin for quite some time now, and I'm sure my eyes are hurting like a bitch, but this is a quick idea( and also a short story of a series I'm writing) since I have been reading SAGAU and Creator!Reader works a lot!

Everyone thought, just like Creator!Reader did who played Genshin for hours and built the characters, that Mondstadt would be home. With the jolly people and freedom coursing through the air, and with Venti being the Spirit of Freedom, everyone would listen at least. You were just as terrrified yet also happy and confused as anyone could be, surely they wouldn't execute you, right?

Wrong, so painfully wrong.

Instead Creator!Reader was hunted down blindlessly, who only entered the city with a big smile but left it as soon as possible with a horrified look.

But instead... Razor and Bennett found the Creator!Reader, shivering in the cold with- Was that golden blood?

Razor, since he was raised by wolves, didn't have an exact understanding of the Creator but he listened to his family talk about Them, how they thanked Them with their howls for the food and family and shelter given to them and how they praised the Golden Blood of yours to keep flowing through your very being so that one day, you would come back to Teyvat.

Therefore he knew who you were but Bennett?

Poor boy grew up with the stories of yours! How you created new worlds where there were many different creatures, magic and every kind of ores... Or how you gifted them with many new weaponary and such, how you gave them life and what they have built so far.

How you let them live in peace through their Archon.

So, to see your body covered in Gold blood with a terrified look, their first reaction was to jump up and warm you immediately, patching up any wounds so that their Creator didn't suffer anymore.

But whatever the people must have done to you, had messed you up pretty bad because you, The Creator of All, whimpered in fear and pain, still shaking with your hands up defensively.

"P-Please don't hurt m-me... I swear I didn't mean t-to..."

So, that was how you were coddled up by these two babies while they wondered with rage coursing through them that who did this to you. They weren't stupid, since they were close to their City, they knew it was them and couldn't help but feel shame for their actions. Everyone had been expecting your arrival for quite some time, preparing feasts and what they would say to you in person and then they just...

Blinded by fake religion and ideas, tried to kill you.

How funny Teyvat was more like Earth than you ever imagined?

And they didn't even want to know what would have happened to Teyvat, how angry the Winds and the ground would be at the people for killing the Divine One.

You were still aprehensive as normal, not used to the kindness they were showing you but watching as Razor bring you a very pretty shaped stone with a happy grin and offered it as a token of friendship, you couldn't bring yourself to break his heart as one of the many wolves in his family laid around you protectively.

You asked why he was doing this, when he had no understanding of who you were, when his people were hunting you, but the only answer you got was a confused tilt of his head and a soft spoken,

"You are my lupical and I want you to be happy... They are not my people, they were wrong."

Now Bennett didn't know if he should correct Razor since he was actually talking to their Creator, warn him about not to refer to you so casually, but the big and wide smile on your face as you hugged them thightly to yourself with tears in your eyes which held the stars warmed them both so affectionately and lovingly that they knew you needed this.

You needed to have friends, not worshippers.

And as they, alongside with the Traveller, Klee, Albedo( who was glad he was pulled here by Klee and help you) and Amber who was convinced of who you were by the wounds you had and how you literally breathed life into one of the many burned and ruined forest and was horrified at learning what the Mondstadt did, healed you back and helped you hide, that was when you realized that you did a good job by loving those four and building them up as much as possible.

But those traits weren't the only ones who convinced them. It was how you saw Amber's ambition and praised her for having such a strong dedication to her job to which she bashfully thanked you and cried softly because how kind and generous you were to them even when your life was in danger.

And you didn't forget to tell Lumine to let others deal with commissions and errands, to give herself a rest, with a huge amount of Mora you really didn't know where you got from but was just inside your pouch ( since I chose her and believe the Twins need to hear this) and also about what was going on with her brother and promised to explain more in depth after you were safe to which she held your hand in her warm and calloused ones softly and answered with don't worry about us, Your Grace. Just focus on your life and that's all the gift that you can give to me.

But as much as they loved to have you here and listen to your world and jokes, they also knew you couldn't stay here for much longer. Yes, the forest was big ( and the nature seemed to be hellbent on protecting you) but they knew the Knights wouldn't stop until they got you.

What a surprise that the Crux came to the City, with a frantic Kazuha searching everywhere in the dock for what the Wind whispered to him.

"Our Creator needs help. Help them. Save them."

And that was how you started to wander the streets of Liyue with Kazuha next to you, also hellbent on protecting you especially after seeing the state you were in. The City was literally glowing, and no it wasn't because of the lanterns but you, The Divine Creator who stepped in the City which was raised and built in your name.

He knew there was a famous pharmacy named Bubu Pharmacy and the owner of it was able to heal pretty much every kind of this disease, so he took you there in hopes that the fever you had been suffering from could be solved there.

And it was.

Baizhu, as the usual self-sacrificing man he was, did everything in his power to help you. You knew how his hands were already full with both his own disease and Qiqi who quickly grew on you since she has been playing with you and telling you all about what she learnt about the herbs and the City( she couldn't explain why but she just felt so close to you, as if you were like a parent to her which her caretaker also shared kind of the same love for you) and you were grateful for what they had done to you, how kind they were.

They had shown you the kindness you expected to have when you first arrived, and it wasn't given by other.

Not the most known ones, but the kindest of them all did.

So, as a token, you touched the hand of Baizhu softly one day while he worked to pack you herbs and medicine you might need, stopping him and asking him why he was doing this when he casually( though his heart was beating hard at having you touch hım so softly) replied with a I'm a doctor and you needed help.

You looked at him for some time, then a smile so bright that it made the doctor take a while to stare at you softly overtook your face and you replied You're so strong for carrying such a burden like your disease but still help people, Baizhu.

That was when his suspicions about who you were was proven, since he never told about his disease to anyone (after realizing the golden wounds and how he seemed healthier in your presence) and he immediately went to kneel but was stopped by your gentle hands on his face, rubbing soft circles under his tired yet wide open in shock eyes, his heart almost giving out when your lips touched his forehead softly and blessed hım with your warmth.

Never bow to me, thank you for all you had done for me... Now, let me pay back.

After healing him back and yet once again running away from Liyue so that you weren't hunted down, making the Crux the enemy to Liyue since they were helping you (not that they cared, they loved being pampered by the True God with love, luck and food), a certain sea monster and the eartqueaks of Liyue almost destroyed the whole City for their disrespect so much so that Zhongli had to come back as Rex Lapis and he wasn't even able to stop it until the Wind carried your soft words to Liyue and Osial and made them stop.

Don't punish and destroy them, they don't deserve it...

-- A similar situation happened back in Mondstadt when Dvalin caused chaos after learning what they had done to Divine Creator, roasting the shit out of Venti for his mistake but also was stopped by your gentle caress even from Miles away, to stop hım from harming them. He gave them their lesson anyways, he only needed to find you to protect you as he left the people of Mondstadt in Terror and fear for what they had done.

The "they" in question was obviously the Crux, Baizhu, Qiqi, Xiangling and Shenhe who showed their love and care for you, who was logical enough to listen to you and see the truth for themselves. Xiangling who made you many delicious food you never ate before, Shenhe who was comforted by you about how she wasn't a cursed child and was loved dearly by everyone and most importantly you as she cried into your chest, who believed in her purpose to fit in with humans even with her tendencies, which you found to be a beautiful part of her...( not me reflecting my Shenhe love here ehe ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡)

Asking "why are you doing this?" had become some kind of a test, like those in fairytales in your world, to see who was kind and sincere and who wasn't.

And you used it in many nations: Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine...

Inazuma was, of course, the WORST so far since Ei was obsessed with Eternity and the Creator, not even listening at all. But even if she didn't, the Kamisato siblings, Kokomi, Gorou, and Thoma believed in you from the very beginning, with many others soon following after them.

Ayaka and Kokomi were the first ones, with Ayaka seeing the sadness in your eyes at how restricted you were, how no one seemed to believe in you and how Inazuma seemed calmer and more happy as soon as you arrived( and how you reassured her to be herself and not live according to what people would say which made her love you and convince her brother to listen, who was glad she did if not... Well, he didn't want to imagine it.) and Kokomi hearing the whispers of the ocean who was the happiest, who cheered for you and didn't stop chanting your name, which lead her to see it for herself and welcome you to Watatsumi Island as the God she worshipped. Who was also praised by you for her smartness and how she worked hard for the Island even if her career plan wasn't this, but was warned to not to overwork which she blushed at and assured Creator!Reader.

Not surprisingly enough, Sumeru was the kindest to you since Nahida knew who you were even before coming to her nation and greeted you herself excitedly, showing you around as her people( Yes, even Tighnari and Al-Haitham who was known to be stern) smiled and offered you a new home.

Fontaine was probably the happiest you had been, after Sumeru, to stay. Furina, as much as she didn't believe in herself, saw right through you and knew who you were, providing you with utmost care and protection ever alonsgide Neuvillette who always hang around you, protected you and even became your friend! Maybe it was the dragon instincts in him, once the closest to you like Zhongli but also one who wasn't blinded like him, as he stayed with you when your fears and nightmares became too much to bear.

Who knew, maybe something more would happen?

And after all the nations realized their mistake, after you defeated Celestia and came to a peace with It, and restored Khaenri'ah who always believed in you from the beginning even years ago, they feared the punishment waiting for them. They didn't want to accept their mistake, blame Celestia for all of it... But they also knew they were blinded by hard and unlogical belief and almost did the most unforgivable sin ever.

They were ready for any punishment from you, even if it included never seeing you again...

But the only answer to their question was a letter written by you, which made them shiver.

The only reason none of the nations who wronged me are not punished severely was because of the names listed below. Shall any harm come to them, your nation would see the true wrath of the Creator.

Thank you to Razor, Bennet, Amber, Klee, Albedo and dear Traveller from Mondstadt.

Thank you to Baizhu, Qiqi, Xiangling, Shenhe, the Crux, Beidou and Kazuha from Liyue

Thank you to Kamisato Ayato and Kamisato Ayaka, Thoma, Gorou, Kokomi from Inazuma.

Thank you to Sumeru, Khaenri'ah, Fontaine and Natlan people for their never ending kindness and belief.

Eternal gratitude and blessings from the Creator, who you helped to gain confidence and power...

[esthercore]

Genshin Men & Their cum ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

The 3 am horny strikes again | HSR Version

Albedo - Oh, quite controversial if I may. It's a bit chalky, not in taste, taste is just fine but in texture. A bit grainy, with a consistency on the thinner side. Even the color is bit too translucent. Definitely something that take to time to grow on your, if you're picky with textures like me. Maybe try and compare his cum with his clone's for scientific purposes...

Al Haitham - It's...cum flavored, but the taste is a bit amplified, strong. And it's thick and globby too. The scholar isn't a big fan of jerking off, since it's too much work and too unproductive, so full balls just for you <3

Ayato - The taste is quite pleasant, fresh, and smooth in texture. It falls in the can't complain category, it isn't the best, but there is also no bad features, though the quantity is a bit low due to constant work stress.

Baizhu - Same as blade, his body is working overtime, and his health is fucked, it's very thin, but don't tell him, it break his poor heart.

Childe - Thick thick, really like seeing you struggle to swallow his load, patting your head as you choke a bit. It takes just fine, though leans a bit on the bitter side.

Diluc - Sweet and delicious! Grape fruit really do wonders, he easily top in the taste specter. The consistency is average not to thick or thin, and quite a pleasurable amount. Nice and warm, thick gooey cum.

Itto - The taste is slightly addictive, and metallic. Also has some thick globs. It's quite distinguishable if you ask me. Perhaps a hit or miss for some people, but you should definitely give it a taste, especially for that shy grin he pulls, quite pleased with your actions.

Kazuha - He has the a healthy amount globs in between, the taste, the texture, the amount all are satisying. Especially the way he refuses to look you in the eyes, getting all shy after you swallow.

Kaeya - The most amount in Tevyat, and the best texture, and he sure as hell knows it. Gets so smug at your cock drunk face, a bit of his cum dripping down your neck, a bit spilled on the

Neuvilette - Fresh, like water from a mountain lake, very cold too, so good on a hot summer evening. Plus this man is a 500 year old virgin so you get a glorious amount. The only downise is the consistendy running on a bit thinner side.

Thoma - It's cum, plane, basic, average everything. Unless you're talking about his flustered expression, as you lap up his cum, that's a solid 10/10

Wriothesley - Another one that likes to see you choke trying to swallow, he loves the humiliating aspect, calling you names while tenderly petting you. His cum itself is pretty normal but makes up with the foreplay. Loves bukkakke.

Zhongli - Thick and creamy, taste sweet too! He gets so shy when you swallow, he's to old and modest for this, so grandpa's pulse immediately go haywire.

Bonus!!!

Dottore - Thick and the amount is in excess. He's so perverse during the foreplay, intentionally making sure to drench you, making you open your mouth and inspect it after you swallowed, and making you lick the cum you spilled on the floor

Capitano - The best overall in Tevyat, thickest, most yummy, the most amount, yet he's modest regarding everything. He simply likes you doing your own stuff, and indugle yourself in him. Will pet your head when you swallow, happy you're enjoying yourself. Maybe give you some sweet pecks if you tell him, his cum is the best.

(Reminder, Genshin is a fictional game, hence the unrealistic descriptons. If i missed any of your favs, which i probably did, just tell me and i do a part 2.)

[lijojo]

genshin men sleeping habits

premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while it’s very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer? 

tw: suggestive for the last one

pretends to be asleep but doesn’t let up with his fucking grip regardless

you’ve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as you’re suddenly on your side.  

he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.

after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up. 

“i give up,” you say. “you win. a little longer won’t hurt, right?”

you get no response. but you don’t really need one anyway. 

he’s not a very good pretender, with the way his lips can’t help but break out into a little triumphant smile. 

alhaitham, kaeya, kaveh, childe, tighnari, thoma, zhongli, diluc, ayato, venti, baizhu, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

he ambushes you when you least expect it

after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, you’re successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day. 

sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad. 

that is, until you take one—maybe two, if he’s feeling generous—steps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but he’s quick to recover. 

he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. “you’re not leaving me.” 

you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. “let me go. i’m going to be late—”

he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. “nuh uh. yo can’t leave me. my heart won’t allow it.” 

you can’t even turn to face him. “honey, if you don’t let me go, next time i’m going to burn your breakfast.”

“uh huh.”

“i’ll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,” you threaten.

“please do. i’m sure you’ll love my birthday suit,” he quips back.

“and i’m going to use all the hot water.”

“we can always shower together.” 

“i’ll—”

“do you’re worst. i can take it,” he teases. “i’m still not letting you go. i chose you, i’m going to keep you ‘til the end of time. forever!”

with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you can’t help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.

kaeya, kaveh, childe, thoma, venti, itto, heizou, ayato

“assures” you that getting ready doesn’t take as long as you know it does

“what if i did your hair and makeup for you?” he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

you scoff playfully. “do you even know my makeup routine?”

“it can’t be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.”

his offer gets a laugh out of you. “we both know you’re not going to finish buttoning it up.”

“hm? whatever do you mean?” his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. “you don’t trust me to put your clothes on for you?”

“i don’t think they’ll stay on, that’s the problem,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “you know how you get in the morning.”

“do i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking up—” 

you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. “fine, fine.”

with that, he’s left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.

...

...

...

“if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going drop kick you.” 

he huffs. “don’t rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth  while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.”

you furrow your brows. “wouldn’t you get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“how about the other way around?” 

you smile. “hmm... i like the sound of that.” 

he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. “well okay then. five more minutes it is then.” 

you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more. 

gorou, childe, heizou, cyno, ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, itto, kazuha, tighnari, venti, albedo

he suggests the two of you go for round two

he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. “what if we ‘slept’ a little more and you called in sick?” 

his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. “you’d be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?”

you scoff at that. “i don’t think the solution you’re thinking of is going to help that.” 

he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. “are you sure? maybe you’re sore because you haven’t done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesn’t that sound good?”

you chuckle. “you’re impossible.”

he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. “only with you, love.” 

scaramouche, kaeya, ayato, childe, kazuha, thoma, tighnari

[koiir]

YOU CRYING?

Awkward crying scenarios with them

𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Pairings; multiple Genshin men x gn!reader

Scaramouche, Albedo, Alhaitham, xiao, diluc, tighnari

The one who catches you crying for no reason. “Are you crying..?”no!” He keeps knocking at your door and then he opens it to see you sitting on the bed with your phone in hand as you have clear evidence of your crying state. It was just a sad video you saw on TikTok…you didn’t expect to cry your eyes out seeing it. Now your boyfriend stood staring at you not knowing what to say as he watches you try and compose yourself knowing damn well he already caught you.

Kazuha, Kaeya, baizhu, Cyno, zhongli, ayato

You two are at the movies, and you start to feel tears brim you eyes. He noticed this and spared you a glance, not wanting to talk just incase he was seeing things. But the moment you start to have tears fall he turns to you and wraps his arm around you, which only makes you sob. He just stares back and fourth at the screen and You wondering if you will stop (you wont)

Venti, heizou, kaveh, Childe, itto,

You both ARE crying as you two sob watching the screen of the movie/tv show in front of you two. You two think it’s just you two alone, but what you don’t expect is his roommate to turn on the lights seeing the sight of you two hugging with tears streaming down your cheeks…

hi (second scenario totally wasn’t me during the Barbie movie…as I sat next to my mom…)

[crystalflygeo]

Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Omega!Dragoness!Reader

cw/tags: Your usual mentions of slavery and sexual themes, A/B/O dynamics and heat mentions. Also allusions to depression and mentions of death.

notes: Aahahaha this took forever..... allow me top explain: first of all my new job is killing me and second of all I'm going through a hard period where I don't really like anything I write anymore. This work in particularly I kept struggling with the pacing, the dialogues, the way I wanted feelings to come across or scenes to flow it's just hhhnnnggg. I told a couple of friends that I set the bar so high with the first part I feel like nothing else I write will be that good. Then the second part was "ok" but cut off in a cliffhanger and has been there for SO LONG that now I feel this will be underwhelming after all the buildup//hit

I hope it's not. I hope it's good.

Anyway this part is in Zhongli's pov and contains flashbacks which will be fully in italics! Enjoy! and thanks for caring so much about this story ;w; ILU all <3

<- Part 2.

Your instincts mess up with your head.

Your crying and anxiety have simmered to a cold numbness.

Hours blur together, time loses meaning.

The doctor comes by sometimes. The maids bring you food. But everything feels… off, distant.

This doesn’t feel… like your usual heats.

You curl up and sob, a choked soft noise.

You don’t feel hot, but rather cold. Limbs weak. Dizzy.

Your heart aches.

You’re so tired.

And so sleepy…

Zhongli puts down the seal stamp and deflates back into his chair with a sigh, he must have read the same line at least five times already. He cannot concentrate at all. It’s not even been three days and each hour, each minute, feels eternal.

He’s already gotten so used to your presence, so smitten with you and your little quirks, your rare smiles, the way your ears and tail flicker, your pretty eyes…

And he remembers those same eyes begging for him, teary. Your pitiful cry. Your distressed scent.

Guilt eats at him. As well as something else…

He’s been restless, barely slept. Your scent is a siren’s song on the blankets, tart and fresh and tantalizing, but you are not with him. Anxious energy flows in his veins. This emotion, this thing that is like regret and sorrow and fear all tangled together, cleaves him through. His instincts are screaming at him, rattling inside a cage of his own making. His mate, his precious Omega is in heat, you’re scared and lonely and need him. Zhongli has to suppress a growl and feel the shudder of his scales at the fact that he’s not with you. In your nest. Taking care of you.

It’s agonizing.

"How is she?"

The same question, over and over, at any chance he gets.

"She refuses to eat, your majesty." Xiao tells him, and he can feel the concern in the younger Alpha’s voice. “According to the maids she only took a few bites of the ajilenak nuts, the rest of the food was left untouched.”

…

"She's um... she's always sleeping when I go check up on her." Ganyu explains a little crestfallen. She too is worried. “A-at least I think she’s in no pain… she was clinging to one of your hanfus.”

…

"You should go see her, Zhongli." Ping states, a rare serious expression on her usual gentle factions. “Baizhu says she’s going through the worst case of separation sickness he’s ever seen. Is that really what you want your poor Yin to go through?”

He lets out a frustrated rumble.

“Of course not. But it’s for the best, I don’t want to… take advantage of her, or force her to anything.” Zhongli frowns, trying to focus on the papers in front of him again, in an attempt to ignore her piercing gaze.

“Is it really any of that if she wants her mate?” Ping retorts. “She was begging you.”

I know.

He growls this time, and shakes his head at his memory of you. It haunts him.

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“So, you’re deciding for her then? Is that it? Honestly, are you listening to yourse-”

“She’s been conditioned to serve.” He cuts her off, voice grave and somber. “Trained to be submissive and please. She likes me simply because I’m kind to her, she wants me because she thinks it’s her obligation as my mate. I feel the pull of the bond too, the need, the yearning. But I also know she is afraid of Alphas and she thinks… she thinks she has to obey me. That she owes me something or that own her.” His eyes narrow. “I didn’t need to bond her. I shouldn’t have bonded her. I just… wanted her to be free and instead I chained her to me. And now she’s in heat…”

And it drives him insane.

“Listen to me, we’ve both spent time with her, enough to know she’s opening up and learning to voice her feelings…” Ping reasons gently. “It’s a slow process, don’t hurt her this way. At the very least… go see her.”

“I lost control once with just one kiss from her. I will not do it again. I will not harm her any further.”

The elderly woman keeps silent for a few moments. Zhongli sighs and rests his forehead in his palm in defeat.

And then Ganyu approaches, a little tense, a stack of papers in her hands.

“Your majesty, the Qixing are starting to arrive, council meeting will begin soon.”

“Very well. Thank you Ganyu.” He stands up and nods at her, then turns to Ping and his demeanor softens a little. “You know I just want to correct my mistakes, and give her the life she deserves. At least a fraction of it, of happiness.”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way… Zhongli sighed as he walked up to the room where the “reunion” with the sumerian would take place. It was long overdue seeing as he had spent the night by your side, refusing to leave after you had cried and begged so desperately…

After he had bonded you.

He had initially taken the eremite’s claims with a grain of salt, but naturally he had to make sure. The last dragonblood had supposedly died decades ago, so how…?

And yet when he saw you for the first time in that room, he knew.

You were real, you were beautiful. Suddenly he felt a million things at once: He wanted to get to know you, stay close to you, protect you. Old draconic instinct vibrating excitedly on his soul. You smelled vaguely familiar, your tail was gorgeous, your ears adorable. What if you didn’t like him though? What if he harmed you? Scared you? Suddenly he was nervous, nervous of ruining this, nervous in a way he hadn’t been in so long, like when he’d been young and Liyue had been at war and he had lost everything to fire and smoke and dust and he had to make difficult decisions and-

He had always calculated his moves. No room for risks. Too much at stake.

But you, you disarmed him. Completely.

You, with your polite gentleness despite the obvious cracks beneath the surface.

You, with your beautiful looks and enormous potential, even if you didn’t see it yourself.

You, with that look of yearning and hope, with your soft lips and sweet moans, with your warm body fitting perfectly against his.

For once, he allowed himself to make a decision with his heart, not logic, not politics. Just instincts.

And he claimed you…

…

He enters the room. A couple Millelith soldiers stationed by the door, Xiao standing by his side loyally as he sits at his place of honor as the emperor. Your ‘master’, an Alpha eremite named Zaheer, kneels respectfully a little below.

“I see you liked her, your majesty” He offers a sly smirk. “Did she satisfy you properly? She’s been trained on her gag reflexes to-”

Zhongli -Morax- resists the urge to growl. “We are not here to discuss that.”

“Ah, of course, business!”

Business.

“Since she’s such an exotic and well-trained slave I suppose we could agree on…”

“Do you think of me an idiot, Zaheer?” Morax’s eyes narrow.

“P-Pardon me?”

“She is a pureblood xiānshòu. I want to know exactly how she ended up being enslaved by you and your people.”

Cold and calculating golden eyes stare down at the eremite.

“W-What… she’s desert-born!” Zaheer retorts back angrily “She was born at a heat house. Maybe she has traits from your people because one of them decided to get a cheap fuck while traveling.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Morax asks unfazed “Liyue has records of the last of her kind disappearing and presumably being murdered when a village near Sumeru borders was razed to the ground. Do you have a disclosure?”

Zaheer stands up and growls, clearly an Alpha not used to having to bow his head and accept things not going his way.

Clearly an Alpha used to intimidating and attacking others.

Xiao wields his spear and changes his stance to an offensive one. The Millelith guards also tense.

Zaheer gets even more irritated, feeling like a caged animal. Backed into a corner. “Emperor or not” He starts through gritted teeth. “If you’re not going to pay me then I’ll take my merchandise back and do business elsewhere where I’m not being accused of ridiculous claims.”

“You’re right that I won’t be doing any business with you, but we’ll see how ridiculous those claims truly are. Zaheer, by my word as the emperor you will now remain detained in Liyue.” Morax sentences.

The eremite’s red eyes widen in shock and rage and the desert-dweller shoots up to attack Morax, getting easily overpowered and neutralized by Xiao’s quick moves. In seconds his weapon drops to the floor as the Yaksha general points his spear at the unconscious man. The Millelith quickly retrieve him and the blade before Morax simply nods at them.

Months. It had been months since then and he had to begrudgingly release the man as no accusation connected him to anything. They were essentially out of leads. There did appear to be documentation of your birth at a desert village but Zhongli would be hard pressed to believe the half-assed story you’ve been told…

And since you are pureblood, then both of your parents, and most importantly your dam, was also a dragonblood. That’s at the very least one Liyue citizen enslaved in a foreign nation.

He would get to the bottom of this.

For now, however, he had to cast those worries aside.

The Seven members of the council sit around the large table, the Liyue Qixing, leaders of all the commerce and trade sectors of the nation.

Zhongli takes his place at the head of the table. Ganyu does so as well by the sideline.

“Very well, what’s our first topic today?”

“Did Master just… leave?”

There was silence at the table, Zhongli and Ping sit frozen and you get just a bit nervous.

It’d been a few days since you started your new life, and though Zhongli was sure you were warming up to it he knew you still had a long way to go. It was probably still a little surreal for you… such a big change from everything you knew.

The tension on his shoulders quickly drops again. He continues eating. “Yes.” He says simply. Ping follows his lead, saying nothing.

The faster you forget about that eremite, the better.

“Hm…” You continue eating as well. Your expression is a little conflicted…

You inhale.

“Was he… happy… that I finally found a mate?”

Zhongli turns to you sharply and tenses again like a cat bristling. He holds back his tongue so as to not say something he’d regret. Why do you still care about that despicable man’s opinion? Why do you still seek his approval? Did you really think he cared about you? Zhongli desperately wants to make you understand how that slave-owner only saw you as an object, how he fed you lies, how his mistreatment is inexcusable…

But he can only imagine how deep your scars run, and how that toxic mindset has settled and accompanied you for years. He cannot judge you for caring about someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“Why do you ask, dear?” Ping asks instead.

“I don’t know…” You mumble, poking at the congee with your spoon. “I always wanted to make him proud.”

Proud.

Him?

“I think what matters most is how you feel.” Zhongli says, his hand reaching out for yours invitingly and you place your fingers on his palm, getting a soft reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to rely on how others view you or think about you.”

You seem thoughtful for a second, your ears flickering back insecure but then standing up alert again. “I am happy” You admit. “Very happy. I have the best mate in the world.” You smile brightly.

Zhongli’s heart does a flip.

“With the excessive rains in the northern villages, there have been many floods and a lot of crops have been severely damaged or lost. Our previous contingency plan is in action already and donations are being sent to help the affected families. However, we must prepare for a decline in the harvest of certain grains and vegetables this season, as well as an increase in prices for a few months due to the shift in demand and supply.” Keqing explains expertly, the young alpha’s expression is serious and solemn.

“It’s an opportunity to strengthen commerce with Mondstadt and Sumeru.” Ningguang chimes in, leaning back on her chair, arms crossed. “The value of jade and other crystals is on the rise as well.”

“Not to mention, we’ll be employing several architects from the Akademiya to help with the rebuilding.” Keqing adds, turning to Ganyu, who nods.

“Greater lord Rukkhadevata and lesser Lord Kusanali have agreed on a certain exchange program with Liyue. I started drafting up some proposals already if you’d like to see.” The blue-haired secretary passes along some documents.

Ningguang’s eyes skim along the page. “It’s almost like our new Sumeru-born empress was a sign.” She smirks. “By the way, where is she?” She turns to Zhongli, curious about her fellow Omega.

“She’s rather indisposed at the moment.” The emperor replies dryly, not wanting to delve much onto the touchy subject. “Ganyu this looks good, however we need to think about-”

There is a knock that quickly surprises everyone. Who could interrupt a council meeting and why?

Baizhu peeks in with Changsheng curled around his neck, a frown on his usually gentle features. “Your majesty, a word. It’s an emergency.”

All the members at the table stare silently as Zhongli stands and follows the doctor.

Ganyu has a bad feeling…

“We have no time, follow me.” The green-haired doctor walks briskly along the wooden corridors, he looks… frustrated, dejected.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t want to panic. He never panics. But something inside him does. It’s obvious that this has to do with you. 

“I apologize, your majesty. I thought it was just a case of separation sickness but… the empress is showing signs of widow’s wasting.”

Zhongli stops.

His heart skips a beat. His skin prickles with dread.

“She’s… dying?”

Baizhu shakes his head. “It hasn’t reached that point yet, but… she’s deteriorating.”

The guilt is back. The fear.

“Given what happened, I’m pretty certain the shock of your rejection was the trigger. Still, it is highly unusual for a Yin to suffer from widow’s wasting without their partner actually dying, even more so for it to settle so quickly. Her reaction is akin to someone who had never left their mate’s side for years.” Baizhu explains.

You trusted him.

And he turned his back on you.

What have I done?

“In any casssse, it’ssss not too late.” Changsheng’s little voice pipes in. Baizhu keeps leading the way and Zhongli follows, though he obviously knows the entire palace like the palm of his hand, at the moment his thoughts are scattered and far far away.

“She needs her mate’s reassurance. I have done what I can with medicine but this is a bonded pair matter.” Finally, he stops at a juncture and turns to Zhongli. “Please, your majesty, only you can save her. I will tell Ganyu, Xiao and Ping of the situation, and if you need anything, just ask.”

Zhongli nods, mute.

The snake narrows her eyes. “Don’t leave her sssside.”

“Changsheng.” Baizhu shushes.

She is right to chastise him. He deserves that and more.

“I won’t.” Zhongli nods and heads down the hall.

Widow’s wasting.

The words echo in his head. He’s seen the damage it can do. How a broken bond, the loss of the most important person, can destroy someone inside. Did you really care that much about him? Did he really hurt you that badly?

“Please…”

He didn’t mean to.

“I have the best mate in the world.”

He feels like a monster.

“I want to stay with you. Sleep together. Like mates.”

He needs to see you. He needs to make sure you’re ok…

He stands in front of the nest room. The same one where he first met you.

Opening the doors only slightly to slip inside, Zhongli's eyes widen and a hand flies to cover his nose and mouth when a strong smell shakes him to his very core.

The room he expected to be completely saturated with intense heat pheromones… instead bears the acrid scent of despair.

This isn’t the lustful call to breed and have children that made an omega vulnerable and pliant. No. It is a desperate cry from a heartbroken omega for their mate to come back, to stay with them, to love and protect them. It is grief.

You are suffering because of him.

To think all this time… he was afraid he'd make you uncomfortable. That he’d scare you, hurt you, ruin the bond you’ve carefully built. Instead, he is overcome by an all-consuming terror. Every part of him screaming at his mate's weak essence.

And there you are, his precious treasure, his sweet dragoness.

You lay curling in on yourself letting out small muffled sobs.

“Y/n…” 

No reaction.

“Darling, my dear dragoness…” He rushes up to you immediately, grabs your hand and pets your hair. You look so weak, your skin is feverish, how has it only been three days? It feels like a lifetime…

You shift a little and your eyes blink open, staring at him dazed, red and puffy and your expression defeated. You let out a pitiful whine and more of that bitter sad scent is released. 

“No my dear, don’t cry, I’m here. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Zhongli coos as he curls up to you, frantically starting to scent and nip at your neck and shoulders affectionately. His horns manifest and his tail follows through, lashing about a little restless. The bond… feels wrong, broken. He should be able to intimately feel you this close and yet…

He tries to reposition you a little so you can lie on top of him, rest on his chest. It’s concerning how easily he can do so, you’re like a ragdoll in his arms, unresponsive and unmoving. His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing at the traces of tears in your cheeks. You let out a frustrated whimper. “Shhhh shh it’s okay. I’m so sorry.”

Even if he says it a million times, it won’t feel enough.

Zhongli nuzzles at your neck and proceeds to do something he hasn’t done since he was practically a teen. He purrs. It’s a little rusty, comes off more as a grumbling but it seems to work as he feels you relax just slightly in his arms.

“I’m right here” Zhongli’s deep voice assures you, tugging you closer, mouthing at the soft skin along your collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m all yours, I promise, I promise. I won’t leave you alone, not ever.” He soothes.

He lowers a bit of your clothes at the shoulder and grazes his fangs along your faded mark, you tense and let out a long shaky breath.

“Everything will be ok.” He kisses the spot. “I’m sorry.”

And then he sinks his fangs in to reestablish the claim.

You cry out in pain and squirm, clawing at his clothes, but he holds you, his hand rubbing circles at your back, his tail intertwining with yours.

...

.....

...

At first nothing changes, but after a few moments… a low strained purr bubbles up from within you again.

[rougepancake]

Baizhu has definitely used an aphrodisiac on you. Way more than once too.

minors and ageless blogs dni. sexually explicit material under cut.

In fact, Baizhu loves to slip them into your drinks while on dates with you. He finds it amusing to watch you slowly fall under the effects of it, and he finds it even more amusing when he gets the pleasure of helping you relieve yourself.

He’s so smooth about it too.

“Oh? What’s wrong dear? You look rather unwell.” He uses a tone that prevents you from catching on, and even has Changsheng in on it.

“I feel rather unwell, actually.” You’ll respond, hunching over slightly as you try to get comfortable.

Seriously- how have you not caught on yet?

“Do you need anything from me my dear?” Slowly, he rises from his seat and helps you up. He can’t help but feel excited, his eyes shining as his gloved hands make contact with your skin.

Now, the guy is quite frail, so don’t expect him to pick you up and take you once you ask. Instead, he’ll set you on top of him and let you use him as you wish.

Baizhu’s favorite thing is watching you ride him.

Especially when you’re all hot and bothered.

[sabtanh1]

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Baizhu

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Zhongli

An altar of adoration (⚠︎)

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Heat?! (⚠︎)

Lord Morax (⚠︎)

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Your dragon lover (☁︎, ⚠︎)

Study of a dragon anatomy (pt 1, pt 2) (☁︎, ⚠︎)

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Ningguang

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Beidou

Nothing here yet…

Yelan

Nothing here yet…

Chongyun

Nothing here yet…

Ga-ming

Restart (❇)

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An apple a day (⚠︎)

NSFW alphabet (⚠︎)

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Last updated: 10/8/24

[yuellii]

flawless night, forevermore

feat. ayato, baizhu, alhaitham, childe, kaveh, raiden ei ( separate )

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 they are so obviously in love with you

( or, in which i tie them to a taylor song i’ve been crazing over, but you don’t have to know the songs to read / understand )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, no other warnings

> part one / part two ( more characters )

KAMISATO AYATO. lover

His lips curled up with a fathomless fondness he did not even notice about himself. His ticklish gaze, his admiring eyes, his comforting silence—such a poor, poor man drowning in his hopelessness, falling love struck into the night.

Even atop the dewy grass that stained his carefully tailored clothes, he paid no mind to the mess as he preferred to hear you talk instead. The intelligence of a Kamisato was long forgone in the melody of your voice, and perhaps you had strum his heartstrings too much to the point he loses his senses. He forgets a lot of things about himself when he’s with you, perhaps at one point, even his own name.

Kamisato, the name that ties him to a lifetime of formality and not a single night of rest. A dreary lifetime that does not allow him to learn the wonders of love. But oh, how he loves you.

“I’ve always wanted one of those cute little tea tables,” you muttered into the cool winds under the glowing moon. Your finger absentmindedly traced an oval into the air, a motion that had his head following your invisible drawing. “We can sit together in the mornings and have tea before work.”

“Then we’ll get one,” Ayato affirmed. He failed to notice how his own grin had widened, simply as an automatic reaction from seeing your pleased smile at his response. “Little cushions for us to sit in, too,” he added on. “You know those round ones? We can have them in our favorite colors.”

Look at him, blushing over silly cushions.

There’s a dazzling haze in his eyes when he’s like this. It’s a spark that never runs out once ignited, for he has a history of rambling when he’s with you. “There is this porcelain tea set we can get, which has a pattern I know you’ll like,” he’ll say, further jumping to “And it comes in a set of four—we can always invite Ayaka and Thoma over to drink with us.” He’ll go on and on like this, fantasizing of a life where you lived together, happily ever after.

He’s imagined this for eons in his head. Such innocent-presenting ideas and remarks, but it’s obvious in the way he talks so fast. It’s ridiculously evident the more excited he gets as the night stretches on, that he’s been daydreaming of the moment you move in with him, so he may love you every day.

All he asks is to be forever yours, for as long as time permits.

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BAIZHU. sparks fly

It almost never rained in Liyue.

But his words were such a booming thunderstorm that no water droplet could ever compare, even amidst this cold, grey afternoon. And only when he finally blew you away like a thin stack of cards, did he feel a sharp sense of emptiness at the sight of you running off into the pouring rain.

Baizhu admitted that you were a burden to him. Boring, unintelligent, annoying—that you were a hindrance to be around. You were only a distraction to Qiqi, and more importantly, a bothersome presence to him.

It took all his willpower just to spit such venom from his tongue straight to your face—all his might just to convince you that seeing him is a bad idea. And yet, you still called him a liar.

“You mean none of those words,” you sharply inhaled via short, speechless breaths. He could tell you were breaking down from his hateful speech, but to his guilt, it was exactly what he wanted to see from you. “You’re just trying to drive me away again,” you spat out. You were trying to convince yourself: that fact alone was clear to him. But the longer he stayed quiet despite biting back the truth—biting back that he has fallen so immensely deep in love with you—you began to doubt yourself.

But the moment he watched your figure break down past this storm, he immediately crumbled with a sense of guilt much stronger than any curse he has ever wished upon himself.

Perhaps he was too harsh on you. Archons, perhaps he was too mean—this was exactly why he didn’t deserve you. You deserved better than such a sick, lowly man who could not even live for himself, instead binding his life to save others instead.

But still, even after all his own revelations and realization of his nonexistent self worth…

He was still a greedy, selfish man.

And that selfishness had him running right out of his door and into the pouring rain, not caring at how the sudden cold nipped and picked at his skin, or how the winds beat at his frail body. Not even the Archons could halt such a starvation for salvation—it was the only spark he had left to chase.

In this cold, dreary life—in this cold, dreary day alone—you still shone like the sun under the dim streetlights of Liyue upon this pale grey sky. His body still eased the moment you caught his eye, almost as if your gaze alone had suddenly removed every drop of sickness he self-injected into his own bloodstream, or as if you were the cure he was looking for all his life.

Such selfishness once again had his body fighting from collapsing when he desperately fell into your arms that held him so dearly. And the greed of mankind only snapped when found his lips settled so hopelessly against yours, clinging onto your kiss as if he would die tonight.

Truly, maybe he would. But for now, in your embrace, he feels the strongest he’s ever been since he sold his soul.

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ALHAITHAM. enchanted

Archons, he hated these events, though he had no choice but to attend. No one could ever allow the Acting Grand Sage, even if he held so much spite, to escape the demeaning eyes of Sumerean publicity.

Alhaitham held himself as an independent soul. But this formalwear, this clanging of champagne glasses, this suffocating air—were definitely not so independent nor free.

This hall of aspiring young scholars and old men, all in one exhibit for the sake of research and networking. Academics is what they acclaim, but the Acting Grand Sage may be too thick of a personality for them (if he had one at all). But the only thing keeping his eyes open from boredom, quite surprisingly a person, was you.

You, who looked young compared to these much older alumni and long-time scholars. And it was truly you, out of the many faces in this room, who he could not name.

Your eyes met from across the room. Such a sliver of a chance—his eyes whispered a curious glance from the opposite wall among this dreary sea of scholars. There was a spark graced by the Electro Archon, perhaps; or maybe even a gush of wind from the God of Anemo. But every sense of composure was lost when his body moved on its own, walking himself closer and closer just to meet you.

It begins with hello; it always does. It continues with quick remarks, with “I’ve never seen you before,” and with “Have we met?” And soon enough, he feels like he’s in school again. He feels a flutter he has not known in years, an urge to talk quicker than he can think. The crinkle at the corner of your eyes has him immersed in amazement. The sole fact that you can crack a smile at him; a smile that wasn’t fake politeness like all these scholars.

For some reason unbeknownst to him, that expression of yours alone had his feet glued to the floor, like you’ve trapped him in such an engaging conversation he desperately could not let go. It was a forcibly dreadful night—you turned it flawlessly enchanting in a way that you read to him like a book, all in which he could not put you down once he begins.

And once the event ends, and he is forced to leave you so soon, he watches you walk away with an expression that he himself could not even read.

Wonderstuck.

He would never notice the light tint on his face, staining his cheeks all the way home.

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CHILDE. cruel summer

Left foot, right foot, tiptoe, right foot—hold the counter, hold the wall, hold the rail all the way up the steps… He’s got this.

One step down the hall, another foot down, a third one until he finds a steady rhythm. The room is hazy, the walls are spinning. His head hurts and he feels like a baby taking his first steps, so helpless and unsteady that he almost wants to cry again from exasperated frustration alone. Why was this so hard? Did he really hate himself so much, that he would stagger his way home from the bar like this?

One hand on the door, turn the knob, and—

Ah. He dropped his keys so loudly on the floor.

You woke up with a start from the bedside, immediately turning to him wide-eyed in both starling surprise from the noise, and more importantly, concern. He didn’t mean to wake you. He hated feeling guilty, but it was the exact feeling that crept up his spine once he saw the devastated look on your face. Frenzied eyes and dark circles—clearly you had stayed up just to wait for him, too.

“Ajax,” you voiced—a tone full of worry and heavy exhaustion, God, he felt so horrible. “Oh, Ajax, come here.”

As much as he didn’t like it when you cared for him like this, he was not immune to the sounds of your calling. His shaky legs carried him immediately, as if the alcohol in his system was pulling him towards you, too. “I’m fine,” he barely stuttered out. It was a claim he had to make immediately, a sign he was desperate to reassure you.

Your eyes grew heavier, though he did not know if they were lidded from concern or from sleepiness. Either way, he practically melted from the touch of your palms resting against his cheeks. So warm, but a much more pleasant warmth than the burning summer air that he just walked in, all the way home with a liquor-dazed mind.

“Have you been crying…?” Ah, and that was why your eyes were narrow—they were squinting at the sorry stains of tears that lined his cheeks. He forgot to wipe them, it seemed. It was almost laughable.

“No, just sweat from the heat.”

Crying over you… He’d never let you know that. To cry, to bleed, to die—you would never be the first person he tells.

“You reek of liquor…” Quite disgustingly so, he thinks. And yet, you still held his face so fondly, moving his head in such a gentle manner as you swiped his tear stains with the pads of your thumbs.

He stayed silent. He had no answer to this one.

“I love you,” he mutters, though it’s a confession nevertheless. And he says it so sadly—so miserably that you couldn’t help but sigh. He hates it, too. He hates it when you sigh. Because when you sigh, it means you’ll just let it go; No matter how many lies he tells, or how many times he cries, or how many secrets he keeps, you’ll still accept him like always.

“I love you, too.” And that was the worst line he’s ever heard.

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KAVEH. foolish ones

“Oh, woe is me…” Loves me, loves me not, loves me… “Did you happen to see anything in the mailbox?”

His roommate stared. “Go check it yourself.”

Kaveh heavily sighed. He couldn’t; He physically could not bear to do it. It’s not that he was lazy to get up, no. The real issue was the genuine grief he would feel when he opened the mailbox, only to see nothing inside. No special gifts, no romantic letters, and absolutely no confessions of love signed with your name.

It was embarrassing, really. To feel this dramatic and obsessed with words of admiration from you—oh, especially when Alhaitham found out about this whole lovesick ordeal. But he could not help his mind from just imagining it: the reflection of himself in your eyes as you finally confess your feelings of passion and love for him (feelings that didn’t exist, feelings he merely imagined you having, all so pathetically).

But he’s so weird, and he’s so terrible. To imagine a fabled life with you when you probably did not think about him this same way. How foolish. Did you daydream about him like he daydreamed about you every night before he slept? Did you think about him like he thought about you every time he sees your favorite color in the passing? Did you wait at your mailbox like he waited for any letters from you? No. No, you didn’t.

And he’s cried, quite humiliatingly. He’s cried that the perfect life he could picture himself having with you at his side would never be a reality. He’s cried a downpour of tears, simply because he allowed himself to be so caught up in a delusion that was so sick of him to conjure up.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“So sorry Kaveh, I already have plans…”

Plans with someone else. No wonder you hadn’t written him any messages, or contacted him in a while. That… was not the scenes he had in his head. His imaginations, his hopes, his dreams—they did not have someone else in them. For someone he was so hopelessly in love with, he felt so much hurt. A foolish lesson to be learned by a foolish romantic.

In the end, he’d just be talking himself to sleep again. He’d just smile at the sight of you flourishing. Without him, your world will go on turning. A world full of reciprocated love and devotion, one that he would never know.

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RAIDEN EI. you belong with me

The Raiden Shogun was self-destructive. No more than a few people knew of such a fact, but she was certainly one of them.

Because if she cared for her own wellbeing, truly, then she would not fall for selfish desires. Nor, would she be here now, sitting next to you outside a sliding screen in her private gardens of Tenshukaku, sipping your favorite tea and hearing your sweet voice ramble about something so unpleasant to her ears. If she prioritized her own emotions, then maybe she’d be living in blissful ignorance right now instead of listening to your woes over a lover… A lover that was not her.

“And then, she teases me,” you complained, though it was clear you hated it. You didn’t like whining about your partner, which was a good thing—but it made Ei feel sick, because it meant you really loved that woman. “I know she does that all the time, and I just need to get used to it,” you continued, “but sometimes, it gets too much, and she still doesn’t stop.”

But I wouldn’t do that to you, the archon thinks to herself. And suddenly, the tea isn’t as appetizing anymore, because her own words felt drilled onto her tongue, forever forbidden to speak aloud.

“Miko… Has always been like that,” Ei quietly admits instead. She doesn’t want to insult your lover, for that same person was also her own friend. She wanted to be supportive, but it was impossible when she was so in love with you, that she spent every second of each passing day just wishing she was in Miko’s place instead.

“Yeah… But—still, I mean…” You sighed, coming to a loss for words to describe the pink haired shrine maiden. “Is it really so hard to ask just for her to understand how I’m feeling…?” you whined in what seemed like genuine distress. Your face sunk into your hands, and it took all of Ei’s willpower just to keep her respective distance from a romantically taken friend.

But I understand how you feel, Ei once again thinks. She feels so dirty of a friend for comparing herself like this. I understand you better than she will ever.

“Ei…” you muttered. She almost chokes from the way you say her name. “What should I do…?”

Be with me, instead. “Don’t cry over something, or someone, you cannot control. It’s possible your personalities are just not fit for each other, you know.”

“But I love her, Ei…”

Ouch.

She clears her throat, recovering from sharp breath of air she just inhaled. A part of her just broke in that moment, and it was so obvious, too—her expression quickly changed, her body became stiff, her balance suddenly shifted, and yet…

You noticed none of it. Your head was too clouded over love for another woman that was not her; So clouded, in fact, you did not notice the way Ei almost began to tremble. The misery you carried only crafted tenfold for the archon, eternally unbeknownst to you.

But you don’t belong to her, anyways. So why was she crying?