#genshin inpact fluff

[fairykazu]

situationship texts ft. kaeya + masterlist

[ikebo-simp]

Lyney's a magician, you know that. And yet it seems that everytime he seems to magically lighten the mood, you're still pleasantly suprised

Like that time you were having a really terrible day. You forgot your keys at home, you dropped your lunch on the floor and you've been on your feet for the last few hours

In short, you were exhausted. The only good part was the fact that you saw Lyney in the streets during your lunch break

At the end of your tiring afternoon, you picked up your bag only to notice a paper falling to the ground with something shiny attached to it

Curious, you open up the note to reveal Lyney's familar hand writing

To my eternal Rose in Bloom,

I noticed at you left your keys on the kitchen counter, was this on purpose so I might have the honor to return them to you? How kind~

But darling... I couldn't help but notice the gloomy clouds hanging above your head. Why don't you tell me all about over dinner tonight?

I promised to share your burdens, remember?

All the words can't describe how much I miss you,

Lyney

'What a sweet talker' You dimly think as you held up your keys. With a renewed bounce in your step, you made it back home, to a table filled with food and a attentive husband, just waiting to make you smile again.

A/N I guess I'll try and get back into writing, and finally check my inbox

Thanks for Reading

[notsofunsenpai]

Late

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You got busy,terribly busy with commissions, along with helping your fellow friends. You felt like you were forgetting something,what was it you wonder? You shaked it off, hoping it wasn't important as you quickly finished one last task of the day. Whenever you finished, the sun was about to set. Then it dawned on you for forgotten to contact your lovely boyfriend,pulling out your phone,eye widen. Your heart practically sank,seeing some missed calls along with scrolling through the texts that your boyfriend had sent.

Text from Alhaitham

5:00pm

'Where are you? Will you make it to dinner, love?'

'Dinner was a few hours ago..it's gonna get cold love.'

'Are you okay? Please call me..'

The last text sounded distant with coldness to it

'Forget it.'

"Oh shit." Cursing as you quickly as you quickly dialed his number,putting the phone with a cute bunny case to your ear,hearing it ring and ring over again till you hear his voice mail going off. Your anxiety was through the roof,"Not good!"You quickly hurried back to the shared home,the wal-well you were running but it felt like the run was a long one,it felt endless as you just wanted to hurry and apologize to him.You felt your chest tighten with each step you took,when what seems like forever you made it back home. Staring at the door,practically hearing your heart beating, feeling like it was gonna explode out through your chest. You took a deep breath,giving yourself a quick prep talk before taking the key out of your pocket,unlocking the door, and then opening it slowly.

"Honey?"You called out,feeling guilt run over you. You heard nothing,taking a step in the closing the door then locking it. You walked past the kitchen to see there was a plate wrap up in tinfoil. Frowning, quickly went to find your lover, which you already knew where he was. You found him in the living room,laying down on the soft sofa while reading a book.

Your mind races,"Alhaith-"

"You're late." His voice cuts you off as it lacks any emotions. He then sits up from the sofa,placing the book down onto his lap. His light turquoise eyes stare at you with irritation as a frown shows on his face. You felt yourself swallowing thickly. Last time you upset your boyfriend, he refused to cuddle you for three whole days. You didn't want that to happen again,"Love bug, I'm sor-" You started but got cut off.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought you were hurt. I called you multiple times." He said as you watched his jaw tight up slightly,holding himself back from saying anything hurtful." I also texted and got nothing.." He adds,he voice was filled with agitation yet firm,he wouldn't yell at you. He never does,he has control of his emotions most of the time.

"I know, baby,I know. I got busy with commissions and helping people,I lost track of time and didn't think that -"

Hearing a sigh escaping his lips,"You didn't think."He closed his eyes then opens them,"You were gone most of the day. You also promised me yesterday that you'd be on time, but instead.. forget it."

You grabbed his hands quickly with yours as you sit next to him,"I'm sorry,I didn't mean to. I should have texted earlier it's all my fault. I got so busy that I forgot about it all."You apologize.

His shoulders slumped, letting out another sigh, and the irritation in his eyes turned into a softer gaze as he squeezed your hands with his larger ones.

"I don't care about the dinner,I just wanted to know if you were safe.. I get worried because sometimes those commissions or whatever you do can be dangerous. " He says with concern as he brings one of your hands to his lips,gently kissing it.

You felt your heart shattered without hesitation. You gently grabbed his face with your hand and kissed him gently,feeling him hesitant but kissing back as well. "I'm sorry." The words left your lips as you kissed him again while wrapping your arms around him.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly,"Don't scare me like that again." Leaving kisses on your neck, then your jaw," Promise not to forget to call me again?" His lips back onto yours.

Smiling,happy he forgive you,"I promise not to forget honey bun."

"Good."He murmurs against your lips,fingers gently going through your hair as the touch makes you weak.

"Same time tomorrow,better not be late or else you'll be sleeping alone." He threatened lightly.

"I won't . I'll be on time, I promise." You quickly said.

He chuckles,kissing you once more with a smile,"I'll hold you to your word then." He moves away from you, getting up in the process as he sets his book on the nearby table. He takes hold of your hand,"Come on,you still haven't eaten yet,love."

You nodded,getting up,feeling fuzzy inside as he called you love,"I love you." Was your response as the two of you headed to the kitchen.

"I love you too." He responded sincerely.

[nex-ture]

Hi! Could you do some comforting father-figure Zhongli headcanons?

Father figure Zhongli w/ Reader

Hey...bit late! I also had no idea what to do cause I barely play Genshin anymore..

Zhongli is a very well-kept man. He's open to walking among the mortals, not as a god, but as a person.

When he met Y/N, he was immediately drawn to them. They were naive and sometimes a nuisance, but Zhongli loved them all the same.

He enjoyed having conversations at different restaurants around Liyue, even just sitting in comforting silence was okay.

Y/N always saw Zhongli as a father or "father figure", he did a lot for them, and for that they were always greatful.

Zhongli would always have some of his friends or co-workers buy small gifts and trinkets that he could give to Y/N

Y/N was his #1 priority. In the sense of, he reminded him of the family he never got to start with his late wife.

Whenever Y/N would get into a fight with an abyss creature or some other wordly thing, Zhongli would always be there to help and back them up.

Zhongli would also very much like it, if Y/N got along with the adepti.

He cares about the people who protect his nation, just as much as they care for him, or "Rex Lapis".

Zhongli adores telling Y/N stories of Rex Lapis and the origins of Liyue.

People often believe Zhongli is too full of himself when it comes to history or that he talks way too much about it, but he loves to tell Y/N these stories as they drift off to sleep.

Zhongli will always be there for the people he loves by whatever means necessary.

[inn-oceanid]

— B E M O R E. (a song by Stephen Sanchez)

Alhaitham x reader fluff.

(plot.) You're originally from Mondstadt who studied in Sumeru. After the aftermath of the Akademiya's plan on creating their own God, you have been hanging out with the Zubayr theater—and Alhaitham sees you.

As the current Acting Grand Sage of the Akademiya, there was no doubt Alhaitham was a busy man—for he would always have his nose on papers, full of requests and inquiries from the citizena of Sumeru. Though, despite this, Alhaitham is one wise man who knows how to organize his time in order to make efficient use of it.

Today was no exception, he was busy running errands, dealing with the aftermath of Akademiya's plan of creating their own God. Alhaitham rubbed both of his temples with his left thumb and middle finger, as his other hand was holding a scroll. He let out a sigh as his concentration was slowly fading away from exhaustion, ending up just staring at the alphabets written with black ink.

"This is enough for today," he says as he puts the scroll down and laying his back on his green wooden chair. After this, he'll probably just go out in the city for a stroll before going home. So he does that.

Standing up from his seat, Alhaitham went to the lift as he descended to the ground floor, exiting the Akademiya while nodding his head towards to those who greeted him. He couldn't pay less attention, it was more of a daily thing for him since people view him highly now with his current title. He wasn't fond of it, but is getting used to it anyway.

The warm but calming wind immediately swooshes to him as he steps foot out of the Akademiya, making his stress and pressure wash down a little. Scholars were here and there, talking with their friends about researches, as usual, as they would mix it up with complains about the Akasha getting shut down, for it was a very 'useful' device with their studies.

Alhaitham was unfazed since it wasn't new to him hearing these kinds of complaints. Heck, he would even feel pity that they have grown used to relying on the terminal instead of their own knowledge. For him, the Akasha Terminal was simply a distraction towards gaining knowledge with your own strength. He could only pity those who are adjusting themselves to the new normal.

His shoes faintly made sounds as he made his way down whilst gazing at the skies as he would admire the orange and pink-ish with white colors combined all together like a piece of painting, thinking that this is a perfect timing for a good read as he sits somewhere quiet enough.

Even though the idea pleases him, he feels as if his body wasn't in the right mood or state to do so, as he continued to walk with no slight hints of pulling his book from his jacket. His hands would sway back and fourth as he made his steps, as of waiting for something else that would pique his interest.

As further minutes passed, he glanced at the entrance of the Grand Bazaar—and coincidentally saw you coming out. He thought he could be just overreacting, but he swore his head turned to that direction as if he knew that you'd be there the moment he turns. He felt his heart rate quicken, but it wasn't visible on his features, though his steps gradually slowed down—as if he was waiting for you to look or notice him.

Eventually you did, and you immediately flashed him a small smile that didn't help calming down his heart beat and only made it worse for some reason. He felt like he was about to explode when he saw you walking up to him as you jogged a little. He didn't know why he felt nervous. I mean, he wanted you to approach him, and it happened, so why was he nervous like a teenager?

"Well if it isn't the Acting Grand Sage," you teased him whilst chuckling a little—which immediately brought a small smile to his lips. It was called for. He noted mentally how you would always call him by that title—say those exact words to greet him—right after he became the Grand Sage.

"I noticed that you're usually at the Grand Bazaar, is there perhaps any upcoming events held by the Zubayr theater?" He asked, though he knew well he wasn't the type to like those. It kind of just slipped from his mouth.

"There's none at the moment, I just like to hang there with the theater people. They're fun, you know?" You replied casually, but in Alhaitham's eyes, you were the most precious thing ever. "Are you heading home?" she then asked.

Alhaitham took note of what you said, and became a little curious as to why you find amusement with the said theater people. Perhaps you liked someone in there? Either way, he shook his head. "Not yet, at least. I'm merely taking a walk to help freshen up my mind. But I am after this."

You nodded along his statement, "Let me accompany you with your walk then, since I have nothing to do currently." You proposed, placing both of your arms behind your back as you went to his side, standing a meter away from him.

"There's no need." Alhaitham insisted and told you that he's fine. But you were persistent with your proposal so you as well insisted your side, making Alhaitham a little uneasy, but not in a bad way, and reluctant. "Are you sure?" He asked whilst scratching his cheek as he saw you nod.

He smiled and nodded back. "Alright then. Though let me tell you that I have no particular destination in mind, I apologize if it becomes awkward. You're free to leave if it goes that way."

"Don't worry, between the two of us, you're the only one who's awkward." You jokingly said as you laughed as both of you started to walk. Alhaitham laughed a little as well, still maintaining his composure around you. "I won't deny that."

Despite the changes that occured, citizens of Sumeru were still lively—a lot livelier as ever, to be exact. It felt more free compared to the past state of the city.

"So, how are things going for you lately? And how's Kaveh?" You asked as you look at him, having to raise your head a little due to height difference. He looked back at you, but looked away, then looked again for a couple of times as he blinks nervously.

"The surroundings may have changed slightly or a lot, but I assure you I'm still the same and doing the same as well. But, a little bit more of work this time." He replied as he looked at the sky, "The same goes for Kaveh. He's still Kaveh, but busier."

"I can see that," you commented. "You haven't really changed, even a tad bit."

He turned to you, curious. "Is that so? Why do I feel like you're saying that now as if it's a bad thing?" He asked, but chuckled a little to prevent himself from sounding serious because he doesn't intend to.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. It's not like that at all." You frantically shook your hands in front of you as you denied his question. "I'm saying this in complete relief, I'm happy you haven't changed."

"That quite a flattering thing to be heard from you."

"It's true though?"

Alhaitham couldn't help but smile more as he looked down on the ground, feeling his chest heating up from overwhelming joy. "Thank you." He quietly said as he licked his lips.

You noticed his behavior and couldn't help but chuckle. He wasn't as bad as Kaveh would tell you. Although you would understand where his so-called dislike for Alhaitham comes from, due to him being overly logical and theoretical (that you too sometimes don't understand him when he becomes like that), you were sure you wouldn't go to lengths such as disliking him. His personality could be quite amusing too.

"What about you? How are you recently?" He then decided to return you the question.

"Hmm.." the both of you continued to walk as you watched the sunset. As both of you take a step as you walked, both of you would match your paces to one another, making sure you're not too fast or slow consciously or mindlessly or both. The distance seems to slowly decrease as well, as you walked closer and closer to each other. None of you noticed. Or at least, tried to.

"I'm actually planning on going back to Mondstadt for a while," you replied, and this gave off a weird feeling in Alhaitham's chest.

"Is that so? What would be the purpose, if I may ask? Are you staying there for long-term? Or vacation purposes?" He asked, looking at you. Well that was sudden, he thought.

"Maybe both. Long term vacation purposes." You replied.

"Oh," Alhaitham hummed in response as he thinks of a better comment, but he was a little taken away from your sudden plan on going back to your homeland. Or was it sudden? Could be not since you only talk to him every once in a while, you could've been planning for this long ago. "Did something happen to your family perhaps?" He inquired.

"No nothing at all. I just miss Mondstadt, that's all. After all, I've been staying here in Sumeru for quite a long time now, I figured out it would be good if I pay a visit from time to time as well."

You had a valid point, and Alhaitham understood where you were coming from as well as your feelings. He wouldn't stop you from going back there anyway, it was your nation after all. But he couldn't help but feel sad at the thought of not seeing you when he wants to, when he gets out of work for a stroll like now, and more.

"When do you plan on going then?" He asked, that was the only thing he needed to know. "And, if possible, may I know when your return will be?"

"I'm actually planning on going in two weeks, still not sure though." you said as you placed a finger on your chin. "As for my return, I'm not sure also."

"Well, that's quite a messy plan, isn't it?" Alhaitham commented, chuckling a little as his eyes darted to your chin, then upper. You were so adorable that it's hurting him internally. From your hair, eyes, nose, lips, to everything. He wanted to worship every of you.

You chuckled awkwardly as you scratched you neck, "why do ask? Are you gonna miss me or something?"

"Indeed."

Your head immediately snapped towards him as she looks at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape as she tried to recall his answer and if he really said it.

Despite the faint blush painting his pale skin, Alhaitham looked rather serious when he said that, and had the courage to admit it once more. "I'll miss you, is that bad?" he asked.

Now it was your turn to blush, though yours was twice worse than his as your whole face turned red. Did he really just admit that? Twice? Was this even the real Alhaitham? "No—no, of course not." You shook your head aggressively. "I just didn't expect you'd feel that way. And also didn't expect you'd admit it."

By now, Alhaitham was sure that it was obvious that he liked you a lot. Or more. Very obvious that he's also sure that you already know it by now. Even though he didn't say it directly or haven't, his eyes could've said it instead with the way he'd look at you as if you're the only woman in the whole nation.

I could've just said it, but you must have read it in my eyes

"Really? Do I look like I would hesitate?" If there's anything he could wish for right now, then it will be his wish to let it be more. More than he needs you, more than he likes you, more than wishes in stars right above you. If he likes—or loves you right now, he wishes it to be more than just that. He want to be with you. And he wants this feeling of loving you to never end. To be more than just dancing in raindrops falling, or walking under the afternoon sun just to touch you.

It must be more than I need you, more than I caught you. Be more than wishes on stars high above you.

"Don't get me wrong." You chuckled. "You seem like you don't prioritize those and would rather have your work finished."

Alhaitham turned his body to face you as he lifted his hand to grab your wrist to hold it firmly. Oh just to touch you. His hand then slowly went down to hold your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with your fingers as he looked at you straight in the eyes.

He felt like he was dying from how hard his chest was beating so fast, he let out a heavy sigh to release his built up tension. "I don't blame you, I do intend to be like that."

Oh just to know you, tell me you see me.

"But you get me weak in the knees when you look at me like that, it makes me beg for air." He murmured, but it was audible enough for you and only you to hear. "And when you said you're going to Mondstadt, I felt my heart aching from the thought of not seeing you for who knows how long." He placed a hand on his chest.

"But I'm not telling you this to stop you from your trip. I'm telling you this because I want you to be more than a wish on stars right above you, pleading at nothing to make you mine. I wanted to confess my love to you.

Alhaitham looked at you with a flustered face, that seemed quite frustrated at the same time. Who knew he'd be like this when he's mad in love? You were speechless as you felt so many emotions rushing in your body. You were so happy—but at the same time felt emotional with how he described his feelings towards you—but overall, you wanted to jump around and scream.

You got this stoic man falling head over heals for you. You have always thought he would never reciprocate those feelings back as you liked him as well for so long to the point you'd just feel the urge to kiss him whenever you see him.

It must be more than I need you, more than I caught you.

"Though, I assure you, you don't have to force yourself into feeling the same. I only wanted to get things off my chest. I wouldn't force you either. All I want is for you to return safe after your vacation in Mondstadt, I will be satisfied."

The both of stopped about fifty meters away from his house as he looks at you, grip loosening little by little, until he finally lets go. The sun was almost sinking, time was running out for the both of you, the day was soon to end.

You then grabbed both of his hand and leaned to kiss him—though you hesitated midway and ended up kissing the side of his lips instead. You internally cursed as your plan failed, it'd be awkward if you tried to redo it, so you accepted it instead and acted as if it was you actual plan as you leaned away.

Alhaitham was left stunned by your sudden boldness, eyes wide as plates as he looks at you, gasping softly at the sensation of your soft lips pressed against near his lip. Why there? He asked internally as he grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, kissing you properly in the lips this time.

Darling, be more.

It was as if the world has stopped revolving and it was just the two of you there, eyes closed as you kissed. He has been waiting to do this eversince.

If words could just hold you, tell me you see me. Oh just to know you, tell me you feel me.

_____________________

The blonde architect leaned against the doorframe with a wide smile as he watched his junior finally admitting his feelings for you.

He knew well it was gonna work well with the two of you since he has been secretly hearing both sides, basically working as a spy and he would tell this to Tighnari and Cyno in order to ask for advices. But seems like the both of you managed to do things on your own.

"Well done, Hayi." He chuckled before heading inside their home

— end.

[heedmywarnings]

Hey everyone! Late night announcement here! (but idgaf what time it is) check out my friend's fic, its a bittersweet Haikaveh fluff fic, PLEASE go check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46121860

[a-random-weeb]

Oh my dear, lovely followers... I am once again begging for your help

I want to get over writers block so damn badly, I hate my life rn

I feel so uninspired and have no ideas, so please, ik you're still waiting on your request (I'm so sorry 😭) but please request some really basic headcannon ideas. Like something I can easily write to give me some inspiration, I will personally thank you if you don't ask anonymously, and I might even follow you just pleaseeeee I will live you for the rest of my lifeeeeeeee

I love you guys anyway though ♥️

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

[star-ratioz]

INTRO TO STAR

I'm Star! I like writing stuff. I don't know how this app works but my friend recommended I post my one-shots and hc of my characters here! So ya

Things to know.

*I love writing for fun.

*I hate peanuts

*This will be updated when I know better ab the app

*This acc was once my friends but she compiled alot of fics and stuff for me to read so she gave it to me.

*I write about my oc's allot.

Fandoms/Stuff I write about.

*Honkai Star Rail

*Genshin Inpact

*Sally face

(Just the main ones pls ask if you want a character written about ill do research on them and try my best!)

What I will/won't write about.

Will

*Fluff

*Smut (bondage, breeding, just nothing weird)

*Angst

*character x reader

*poly dynamic

Won't

*minors (fluff, smut, Angst NOTHING IF NOT AGED UP)

*SA (just no im not glorifying it)

* Ultra Weird kinks (I'm not going to detail how someone is pissing in someone's ass.)

Important

*Please be kind. I'm a sensitive soul. IF YOUR FANDOM IS SMALL OR DEAD I WILL PUT YOUR REQUEST FIRST! (I feel your pain)

*English is not my first language. I am a Diva💜

[yourdadintanga]

Hi Biches is me :) ----------------

Hi I'm a recent writer so this is my will and won't write because I'm bored \(°-°)/

I will write for these fandoms:

- Demon Slayer

- My hero academia (don't ask)

- Hazbin Hotel (Duu)

- Genshin Inpact

- Helluva boss

- Fnaf

- Gacha (Idk, like, those weard stories)👁️🫦👁️

- Harry Potha (°-°)_/✨

- Poppy playtime

- Wednesday (Not really into it but idk)😑

-other shit if you want

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What I will write:

-angs ( if you want to get depression)

- Comedy ( I will try)

-Smut ( smegsy)

- Fluff (we love that sh#t)

- Romantic ( or platonic depends )

- Character x reader

What I will NOT write:

-Weard kinks like vomit or shit like that.

- Bakudeku ship, sorry I just don't get it.

- bullying ( el buling no es bueno)😔

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A/C: other than that I WILL write enithing that's on my page. Bie bie babies 😘

[mysticdarling]

In the middle of the night with them

Characters: venti, xiao, scaramoche (genshin inpact)

Warnings: mainly fluff with a sprinkle of angst, no pronouns used for the reader

a\n: hello hello i hope you enjoy ^^

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Venti

You woke up hearing stumbling around your room.  "Shhh! y/n is sleeping"  You look over at the short figure in a sleepy daze, only seeing the end of Venti's  hair glowing as he talks out the window to the wind.

"Don't talk back to me, I am Barbados and I say shush ….wait ehe I'm Barbados- oopsie"  Venti  words stirred as you see him start to come closer to the bed, before completely wiping out, causing you to jump up to see if he's okay. Fortunately he is but it was very clear he had one too many drinks at the tavern.

When Venti finally does rise from the floor he ends up throwing himself on you. You're drunken bard did not care about waking you up, he honestly preferred it. In his mind if he kept you up, you would end up staying in bed with him longer in the morning. It probably wasn't the best way but, Venti just wanted you to spend time with him, whether you were half asleep or not . If you do try to push him off he would simply just get back on you, or likely end up passing out on the floor from Rolling off.

It was almost a routine, you do finally get him in bed, comfortable in his spot even. Almost on que he traps you in his embrace. "I love you windbloom, you're so good to me" Venti whispered as he fell asleep,  his legs and arms wrapped around your figure.

In the end he did get his wish even if it came with a little bit of scolding.

Xiao

Xiao Is a tortured being, corrupted with stress and worry, yet still rarely takes a break from his responsibilities. On hard nights he would sneak into your room from the window, which you especially kept unlocked hoping you would get a late night visit from your adeptus. 

Something about  seeing you undisturbed in bed made all the screams and pain almost fall silent. Xiao found comfort seeing your restless state, Some nights he would slowly inch his way closer before laying next to you, his golden eyes targeted on the person adored.

 These nights were his favorite, letting his hand slowly reach to hold yours. By the time your eyes did finally flutter open he was gone like a soft Breeze. Feeling the warmth still lingering on to the spot he laid was enough to lull you back to sleep.

Eventually this one night occurrence became frequent, he never wanted to wake you up not wanting to be the reason you're drained or tired. The nights he laid beside you his fingers would wrap around strands of  hair kissing the ends. When he was around you never seemed to have a bad dream, it was as if he devoured it every trace of them.

If  you do wake up feeling his present it's probably best to pretend you're asleep if you want him to stay a little longer.

Scaramoche

Scaramouche  didn't necessarily need sleep and most of the night would consist of him just laying there with his eyes closed, thinking it would make you feel better if you thought he could sleep with you. Once he knew you was officially asleep he would hold you a bit tighter telling you how he wished he wouldve met you sooner.

When he did find himself dozing off his dreams were filled with nightmares about his past and more recently dottore. Dottore  took everything from him, he always wondered if he would come back and try to take you as well.

 Scaramouche snapped out of his dream sitting up lightning fast, the rain and thundering outside only adding to his annoyance. He stayed set up for a while, tears streaming down his face as he tried to wipe them away as quickly as they came.   Finally he found the courage to look over you to make sure you are still there. He felt your pulse, the soft beating comforting him as he whispered his worries to you. 

Feeling the wet tears against your skin was enough to wake up to wipe them away. The only way he would be able to go back to sleep or even close his eyes is if you let him lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat. The pounding was his favorite song, a melody he wished to hear for the rest of his days.

[hxnavira]

My parents after finding out my mental stability depends on fictional characters:

[cvlutos]

... i wanna hug kaeya genshin... he cute...

K.A | FROSTY HUGS | FLUFF

He comes home late, sometime within the darkened evening, as the sun has already set, and fire lit street lamps take place. With quiet steps as he slips through the home like a cold wind, careful to open the bedroom door, even in his weariness he smiles upon seeing you, sleeping peacefully, nestled within the warm blankets. He doesn’t bother stopping to undress for the day, quietly walking to your side of the bed, crouching down to fully see your sleeping face. He blows a gentle wind across your features, watching them contort from the cold.

Retreating away from the cold, yet it follows, icy finger tips trailing from your cheek, along your neck, to your shoulder. Slipping beneath the blankets to wrap his arm around you. Feeling sleep gently leave you, as your subconscious wrap around the Calvary captain’s form. He keeps moving til you sit up, leaning your weight against him, holding you carefully as he rests he’s head against your shoulder. Feeling the stresses of the day slip from him like ice melting.

“Long day?” You mumble against his clothes and he chuckles, breathing through his nose as he moves to sit fully on the bed, still holding you. “It has, but oh so productive.” You’re sure that the most he did was fill out paperwork and minimal tasks, which he finds boring and quite lonesome.

“I’m sure you’ll have some exciting new mission..” He lets out another chuckle, burying his head deeper into your neck. Voice slightly muffled, he really is tired, and he can feel his eyes dropping. Sleep close to taking hold.

“When you say it like that, it’ll most definitely happen.” Silence settles, feeling his cold body press against you, exhaustion flowing off of him in waves. He falls asleep on you, his hold slightly loosing, as his breathe relaxes. You can’t help but sigh, yet smile still. He’s just so cute.

[ikebo-simp]

Back on my Teyvat is hot agenda

Imagine walking around with the handsomest person clinging to you and giving the stink eye to whoever comes too close for their liking

Imagine the prettiest person carrying you around because they don't want their "beloved creator's feet hurting"

Imagine having the sexy-est person beg for you attention, like a touched starved puppy

Imagine them threatening every archon and government leader, just so that they can monopolize your time for just a few moments more

A/N I ran out of adjective at the end lol

Thanks for Reading

[xzho-writes]

genshin boys and what job i think they’d have in a modern!au

characters: diluc, zhongli, kaeya, itto, thoma, xiao, childe

wc: 700

summary: pretty self explanatory; these are what i think these boys would have as jobs in a modern au!

warnings: none!

a/n: kneels and touches forehead to the ground- i really am sorry for the lack of content, i’ll put some out as soon as my exams are over 😭 have this quickie for now

(i think i’ll also expand these later on)

you can find my masterlist here

diluc

FIREMAN OR BAKER DILUC. that’s all. that’s the post. it’s been on my mind for the past few days and it’s all i can think about— baker!diluc with warm, large hands kneading a fresh batch of dough. baker!diluc who rolls his sleeves up to his elbows so you have the glorious view of his forearms rippling as he works (he’s well aware of your ogling, but he’d be damned if you looked at any other person like that). fireman!luc who strives to protect innocent citizens. fireman!luc who loves to hug you when he’s all sweaty after his workouts. these just seem like very diluc-y jobs, but personally i’d vouch for baker!luc the most cause of the domesticity it brings :)

zhongli

everybody thinks of him as a ceo and although this is valid, i also think he’d work well in a cafe. a cosy little cafe that he runs himself, discussing happily with his customers about anything and everything under the sun. you could sit and watch this man make tea and coffee for hours; his form is so alluring and voice so captivating that you often lose yourself to the timbre of it. he’s more than happy to teach you how to brew some drinks, too. he’d place his large hands over yours, chest flush against your back as he guides you through all the steps with his baritone voice ;)

kaeya

i haven’t read many modern!aus with kaeya but i feel like he’d work as a bartender! he and diluc used to work at the same bar, but diluc always had more of an interest in baking than his brother. kaeya, on the other hand, loves to work with or around alcohol. naturally, there are some social aspects when it comes to bartending and so kaeya loves to show off his tricks! he’s very skilled when it comes to making drinks and he gets a kick out of the fascination he brings people when he does it all fancy.

itto

oh he’s definitely a tattoo artist! i already made a suggestive post about this idea but yes, tattoo artist itto tickles my brain just right. he strives to be the best in the city but nothing comes before the safety of his clients. itto wants them to know they’re in safe hands, wanting them to be as comfy as possible. you’ve asked him about the red marks on his body and if he did those himself, but he denies this and claims that they’re his natural marks. would tease you and ask, “what, don’t believe me? you can feel them for yourself if you want!”

thoma

PLANT/FLOWER SHOP OWNER THOMA! he’d have the prettiest blooms in all the city and people are lining up as soon as his store opens! he’s so cute with his little green apron, so cute with the little shrubs he has in his arms. he’s very knowledgable about all plant forms, too, so if you have any questions… don’t be afraid to ask! he loves talking to his customers and building relationships with his few regulars! everybody loves this golden boy of a florist! taroumaru is his loyal little helper :)

xiao

i also think he’d work as a tattoo artist/piercer! more specifically, he and itto are coworkers at the same parlour. the place is never dull when it has these two starkly different characters in it! he works more quietly than itto but this doesn’t lessen the quality of his work. conversations are quick and concise, and the rest of the session is spent in comfortable silence as xiao focuses on his work. if you show any hints of pain or discomfort, he’d stop right away and ask if you’re okay or if you wanna continue :)

childe

i think he’d work as a chef- one of the best chefs in teyvat’s renowned restaurant! he discovered his passion for cooking after having taken care of all his siblings, and now strives to feed many more people than just his family. his other coworkers, scaramouche and signora, find his chatty nature rather irksome but they make quite the deadly trio in the kitchen. orders will come flying out with how efficient the three are! but if you had to choose… childe is certainly the better of the three chefs in terms of the sheer quality of the food he produces :)

published on 22/04/22

[nex-ture]

Genshin Impact Masterlist

❀ Fan Fictions ❀

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✻ Zhongli x Gender Neutral reader

Zhongli losses the only person that ever seemed to love him, you.

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✻ Scaramouche x Gender Neutral reader

You somehow turn into a baby on the most important day of all...your wedding day

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✻ Scaramouche x Gender neutral readers

Finding Scaramouche crying and comforting him

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✻ Scaramouche x Gender Neutral reader

A low ranking Fatui agent keeps making sexual remarks so you cut his dick off.

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✻ Xiao x Gender Neutral reader

You've been close for so long. It hurts knowing he'll never love you as much as you love him.

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✻ Xiao x Male reader

You are slowly losing Xiao but aren't sure how to deal with your emotions

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✻ Xiao x Gender Neutral reader

You got into an argument with Xiao but it seems he was too late to apologize

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✻ Xiao x Gender Neutral reader

You were attacked and murdered by a ruin guard, Xiao has made it his soul duty to kill every ruin guard in Teyvat

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✻ Aether x Gender Neutral reader

Aether left on an adventure and his absences has left a tole on you

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✻ Albedo x Gender Neutral reader

You have a horrible illness and Albedo is slowly loosing you

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✻ Childe x Gender Neutral reader

You knew far too much for Childes liking, especially after the breakup

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✻ Childe x Gender Neutral reader

What if the traveler tried to hard during their fight and things didn't turn out well for Tartaglia

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✻ Childe x Gender Neutral reader

It's Ajax birthday

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✻ Venti x Gender Neutral reader

You left him just like a friend did thousands of years ago

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✻ Razor x Gender Neutral reader

Razor visits your grave everyday waiting for you to return from your mission, but you never do

❀ Headcanons ❀

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✻ Scaramouche and Venti with a tall S/O

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✻ Scaramouche with an Autistic Male Reader

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✻ Diluc with a tall S/O

✻ Father Figure Zhongli

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✻ Albedo, Xiao, Venti, Kaeya react to a nose piercing

✻ Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, and Kazuha react to you giving them chocolates

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✻ Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, and Kazuha react to you giving them Red Chrysanthemums

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✻ What Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Kazuha, Thoma, and Gorou would get you for Christmas

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✻ All reacting to you saying something stupid confidentially

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[inn-oceanid]

EVEN DAWN IS STILL FAR AWAY

— Kaveh x Cheating!Reader

notes/warning: sensitive content, heavy angst implied (I think), cheating reader, smut implied but not heavily detailed (I think), on hold, bad writing.

Even dawn is still far away.

“Concealing the ache of her infidelity, I hold onto love’s fragile thread. Silent witness to betrayal, I endure, fearing loss more than the pain of secrets. Hoping my steadfast presence can resurrect what’s tarnished, I bear the burden, uncertain if staying guarantees revival or seals my heart’s quiet defeat. I welcome pain as I am seen nothing but a second chance, I’d rather be in pain than not be yours.”

“Happy birthday,”

Candles that signified my age were lit up with fire, my lover held the cake in front of me with a smile, waiting for me to finish my birthday wish and blow the lit up sticks.

My birthday wish was rather simple. In fact, my wish had already came true—she’s right in front of me. I closed my eyes, I wish that this will never change, ever. I want to stay like this forever until my hair grows white and my skin turns wrinkly, there’s nothing more in this world that I could wish for but to always have her wherever I go. With a small smile, I blew the candles with a throbbing heart against my chest, feeling the love I have in store just for her getting intense. It never changed. I love her more than yesterday, and I’m sure I will love her more tomorrow.

“So, what was your birthday wish?” she asked, slowly placing the cake back on the table.

I chuckled, “You want to know?” I asked back, and she nodded. “I would love to tell you. But I’m afraid it might not come true if I do.” I added.

“Then, did your wish last year come true then?” she tilted her head in curiosity.

I leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips, “It certainly did.” I replied confidently. My wish was her after all.

“Really?” she hummed, wrapping her arms around my neck as she rests her head near my neck, leaning her weight on mine as we both made small steps, left and right, as if we were slow dancing waltz in the dim room. I gently placed my hands on her waist, following her steps as I gave her head a long kiss as we both waddled, I nodded.

“What was it?” she asked. “Or are you not going to tell this one too?” she joked, we both chuckled.

“I suppose I could tell you about that one,” I replied, feigning innocence. “But let me taste the cake you made me first, it’s looking quite the art, my eyes kept on going towards it.” I pulled away a little as I gestured at the cake sitting on the table.

She nodded and pulled me by the hand, guiding me to sit beside her as we both rested on the couch. I watched as her hands held the knife, slowly yet gracefully cutting a piece for me and for herself. That very hand worked so elegantly, just like how she would caress my face when we both laid on the floor on a random Wednesday afternoon, chatting about random things that comes up to mind, which would lead us until evening. I took this moment as a given chance to scan her side profile, more like rescan since I’ve done it multiple times. Despite seeing her face every second, she still makes my heart flutter with her beauty. It felt like a sin to admire her features like a madman, I probably sound and look obsessed. I just can’t help but think how could she be so effortlessly perfect with whatever she does. An angel fallen from the Gods. A blessing, my muse for every pieces I make with my hands.

She placed a slice on a small plate, I leaned on her shoulder, pressing my mouth on her clothes as I slowly took in her scent that I’ve grown familiar and attached. “My birthday wish last year was to finally have you as mine.” I mumbled against her shoulder, looking at her hair whilst she gave us both a slice of the strawberry cake.

“You wished for me?” she asked, as if repeating for my confirmation. Perhaps to feed her ego, and I don’t have any complaints about it, if that was the case. I nodded and sat properly, looking at the slice she gave me. “And this year, I wish that you’re mine forever.” I added.

I stabbed the yellow and white layers with my fork, cutting a small piece and bring it towards my mouth. The sweetness of the cream exploded in my mouth, the sour flavor of the strawberry jam added a mix to it, it was delicious. “I love this cake.” I then said.

“I’m glad.” She nodded, smiling a little as she ate hers too. “it took me a lot of hours.”

“You could’ve just bought one, to save your energy.” I commented.

“I wanted to see you eat the cake that was made with my hands,” she answered, “Just like how I look at your paintings of me. I know I can’t paint, so I thought maybe I could make something that you can eat and at least satisfy your stomach, just like how my eyes are satisfied with your art.”

I love her.

“Well, it’s safe to say that I am thoroughly satisfied. I appreciate this, a lot.”

Today, I turned twenty-eight.

Sweet melodies escaped her mouth as I roamed my hands around her body, her delicate fingers gently scraped the skin of my scalp. Apparently, the cake wasn’t the only thing she had as gift for my birthday. I was curious, and curiosity led me to this. It ended with me hovering above her bare body underneath mine, her squirming from my touch as my lips licked and lapped on her neck. This was one great birthday gift.

“Don’t hesitate.” She said, looking at me in the eyes.

“I’m not,” I am.

In the intimate cocoon of our shared space, the room transforms into an ethereal sanctuary, bathed in the soft glow of flickering candlelight. Her presence is a magnetic force, drawing me closer with an irresistible allure that transcends the physical. As we embark on this journey of passion, every heartbeat, every shared breath, becomes a symphony of connection.

The air is charged with an anticipation that mirrors the electricity coursing through our intertwined fingers. I marvel at the curves and contours of her body, a landscape I know intimately yet never cease to appreciate. The delicate arch of her neck beckons, and I lean in, savoring the taste of her skin, an elixir that ignites the flames of our desire.

Her eyes, pools of endless depth, meet mine in a silent covenant. In that exchange, words become superfluous; the language of our connection is written in the shared gaze, a narrative of longing and understanding. I feel the warmth of her breath against my cheek, a prelude to the poetry we are about to create together.

“You’re killing me,” she whispers.

As our lips meet in a fervent dance, I am acutely aware of the power of this singular act. It’s not just a meeting of mouths; it’s the convergence of souls. Each kiss is a whispered promise, an affirmation of the love that transcends the physical realm. Our mouths become vessels of expression, conveying emotions too profound for mere words.

The room becomes a tableau of passion, and every caress is a stroke on the canvas of our connection. My hands, calloused from the trials of life, traverse the landscape of her body with a tenderness reserved for this sacred act. I am an artist, sculpting pleasure with every touch, navigating the map of her desires with an intimate knowledge that only lovers possess.

Time seems to stretch and contract, a malleable dimension that bends to the rhythm of our shared longing. The sheets beneath us cradle our fervor, bearing witness to the ebb and flow of our passion. It’s a tactile dance, an exploration of sensation that transcends the physical into the sublime.

Her moans, a melody of vulnerability, resonate in the room. They are notes in a symphony of shared ecstasy, a soundtrack that underscores the crescendo of our connection. In these moments, I am both the composer and the instrument, attuned to the harmonies of our desire.

Bodies entwine, an intricate dance choreographed by the heart. Every touch, every shared breath, is a testament to the intimacy we’ve cultivated over time. I revel in the warmth of her skin against mine, the sensory tapestry that binds us in this sacred act of love.

As the tempo of our connection quickens, the room becomes a sanctuary of vulnerability. We lose ourselves in the tidal wave of sensation, a free fall into the depths of shared pleasure. It’s a surrender, a letting go, as we navigate the uncharted territories of each other’s desires.

In the intensity of our connection, I become an architect of pleasure. Every nuanced touch is a deliberate stroke, building towards a climax that promises release and renewal. She responds with a abandon, a reciprocal dance that defies articulation. In this shared vulnerability, we find strength—a paradoxical union that elevates our intimacy.

The room, once a mere backdrop, now bears witness to the aftermath of our passion. The candlelight, a witness to our shared journey, casts a warm glow on our entwined bodies. We lie side by side, breaths slowing, bodies sated, and the world outside fades into insignificance.

In this quiet aftermath, as we savor the tenderness of shared vulnerability, the room becomes a sanctuary of reflection. I look at her, the woman whose body I know intimately, and yet, with every encounter, she reveals new dimensions. Our connection is a living entity, evolving with each shared moment.

As we lie entwined, words exchanged become whispers of tenderness. The room, a silent witness to our intimacy, becomes a repository of shared memories. I am acutely aware of the profound beauty inherent in these quiet moments—the raw authenticity of our connection laid bare.

In the gentle aftermath, I am both sated and hungry—for more moments like these, for an enduring connection that transcends the physical. The room, bathed in the afterglow of our shared passion, is a testament to the alchemy of love. We navigate the tender landscape of post-passion, bodies still humming with the echoes of shared ecstasy.

In her eyes, I find a reflection of my own vulnerability. The room, now silent and still, echoes with the resonance of our shared journey. I reach for her hand, fingers entwining in a gesture that transcends words. We linger in the quiet space between breaths, reveling in the profound intimacy that only lovers can know.

My heart throbs at the sight of her sleeping inside the fabric I own.

There’s something intimate in seeing your lover using your clothes as theirs. The size difference was fairly visible, my body is larger than hers. My heart swells. Perhaps it the thought of her skin touching the same fabric that I use, that my skin touches. That her body is inhaling my scent that has drowned in that very shirt hours ago, while my shirt inhales hers, just like when someone breathes air.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close to me, pulling her hip towards mine as I buried my face on her shoulder, taking in her warmth and scent.

You’re all I want.

“Are you awake?” no response, just breathing.

I closed my eyes and hold her close. My mind lingers from thought to thought. I could never live without this woman. If ever time does come where I need to live without her, I would rather die instead and hope I get to relive the same life again and again. Or maybe not. I could get reincarnated as a different person. Shame how I won’t probably meet her in a different lifetime. I cannot fathom how life will work without a person like her.

“My girl,” I mumbled softly. “You’re going out with your friends tonight, hm?” I asked, as if she could hear me in her slumber. I frowned, “Why must you go without me? Girls night, tsk,”

Last night she said she was going to drink with her girl friends. I allowed her since she’s been with me for far too long, I only think she deserves like a day off from taking care of me. Knowing her, she’s a responsible drinker—the most responsible drinker I know, her friends know, and my friends know. But why must she go after a night like yesterday? When I’m very attached at the moment? I feel like sulking.

I slowly sat up, pushing the sheets away from tangling my legs as I covered her to her shoulder.

“You really have to wear that?” I asked her, watching her struggle with the strings on the back of her dress. She wasn’t asking for help, I watched her try her best to tie it. She looks breathtaking, her black dress traced her curves so perfectly that I envy those friends of hers who will be seeing the most of it later at night when she heads to the party.

“Does it look bad?” she asked, walking backwards to me, as if she was asking for my help without being verbal. I pressed my chest on the back of the chair, sitting on it backwards as I pulled her by the strings with one hand. “it doesn’t.” I replied truthfully.

“I’m just asking if you really have to wear this and look this good. I don’t want other guys looking at you. Thirsting for you, I’m not there to protect you.” I explained, pouting slightly. Seems like I really can’t force her to let me come with her. “Do I just pull them until you’re satisfied or something?” I then asked, pulling the strings to make it tighter.

She grabbed her hair and lifted it with one hand as she hung her head low, she nodded. “a little bit more.” She said, and I complied. I pulled it more, slowly, waiting for her to say stop. “Can you even breathe?” I asked in concern. I feel like I’m the one getting crushed as I watch the fabric tighten, does she really have to wear this?

“A little more,” she insisted. I pulled them again.

“Save a little space? You’re eating later, right? You might throw up,” I said looking up at her.

“Fine,” she chuckled, and I was relieved instantly. I didn’t want her ribs to be crushed just because she wanted to look prettier than how she already is. She looks even better without the dress anyway. She’s going to need those ribs when she carries my child.

“Am I really not allowed to come with you?” I asked, sounding desperate to come with her. What do you even do in girl’s night? Drink and gossip? I can do both of that, I don’t see a reason why I cannot come with her.

She turned around, “Girl’s night.” She simply answered, letting go of her hair. She knew well that I know there’s no more explanation for that. “I’ll bring some food for you when I come back, how’s that?”

I pouted again. “What time are you coming back anyway? Do you need someone to pick you up? Can I pick you up?” I asked as I kissed her right wing bone gently.

“No need,”

I sighed and slowly pulled away, nodding in defeat as I looked at her. “Just—be safe, okay?” I was convinced that her mind was not going to change, despite my attempts. It was futile. I decided not to push further, not wanting her mood to get ruined. What could go wrong anyway? I find it stupid, why was I so worried? I have my trust in her.

“Don’t worry. You’re worrying too much. I’ll text you when something happens, alright? I’ll update you when something happens.” She turned around to face me with a soft expression as she reassured me. How could I ever say no to those eyes? That look alone makes me melt like snow exposed in apricity. I nodded in response, finally letting go of the topic as I started a different one.

“are you going to put your hair up?” I asked as I stroked the stand of her soft hair beside her face. She looked at my hands, “Should I?’ she asked me back, “What do you think?”

“I can braid some of them,” I suggested.

“sounds good.” She nodded and grabbed the hair brush from the vanity, passing it to me. I grabbed it from her grip as I stood up from the chair that I was sitting on, gesturing her to go sit on it. She understood my language immediately as she sat down, back facing me as I started to brush her hair. My fingers brushed the strand of her hair near her ear, brushing it to the back as some of her baby hairs fell like grains getting hit by the wind on a summer day.

In the warmth of our shared space, soft strands of her hair cascaded through my fingers like silk. The room was bathed in a gentle glow, creating an intimate atmosphere that mirrored the tenderness between us. As I carefully sectioned her hair, our eyes met in the mirror—a silent exchange of connection that spoke volumes.

The subtle scent of her shampoo filled the air, a comforting fragrance that added to the sense of familiarity. With each deliberate movement, I wove the strands together, my fingers moving with a practiced rhythm born from shared moments and countless touches. The act of braiding became a language of its own, a silent conversation expressing the depth of my affection.

As the braid took shape, I marveled at the intricacies of her hair—the way it held the memory of sunlit days and the softness that spoke of nights spent in quiet companionship. The room echoed with the soft rustle of hair and the occasional murmur, creating a private symphony that encapsulated the intimacy of the moment.

Our reflections in the mirror seemed to capture more than just the physical act of braiding. They held the echoes of laughter, shared dreams, and the unspoken promises that had woven our lives together. Each pass of my fingers through her hair felt like a reaffirmation of the connection we had built, a tangible expression of love.

As the final strands fell into place, I secured the braid with a gentle tie, my hands lingering in a moment of quiet reverence. Stepping back, I admired the finished creation—a testament to the intimacy we shared. Her eyes met mine in the reflection, a soft smile playing on her lips, acknowledging the unspoken language we had crafted between us.

Leaning in, I pressed a tender kiss to her temple, the gesture carrying the weight of all the emotions we had woven into that simple braid. In that quiet moment, surrounded by the shared history of our love, we found a beauty that surpassed the physical—a beauty that resonated in the silent gestures and the unspoken vows exchanged in the language of braided strands.

“My masterpiece,” I murmured, looking at her eyes through the mirror, my lips pressed against her skin as I smiled softly. “Better, yeah?”

“Better,” she nodded with a soft smile. “Do you need me to cook you something before I go with my friends?”

I shook my head, running my palms through her head, “No need, I can manage. Just go and enjoy your party, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay”

Time has passed and it reached 12, half hour, dark night, no signs of her yet. I tried to recall, has she ever mentioned what time she was planning on coming back before she left? I must have forgotten, perhaps she had and I was too busy being all silly that I have forgotten.

My heart however, couldn’t rest in silence. My hands were itching to text and ask her when she was going back, why hasn’t she come back? Questions and thoughts swirled around my head, keeping me wide awake as I lied in bed—staring at the ceiling. I remember well, I recall it well.

The first night with an empty bed space.

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this was something my past s/o really liked to read, I remember her squealing every time I showed her the updates on each chapter. unfortunately, me and her had broken up and I lost my motivation to continue it because, what is there to write when you don't have a muse? lmfao BUT! I've been slowly getting on track with drawing and writing, I could continue it because of my undying love for kaveh. I tried to publish it on AO3 but my account is getting too long for registration. I might as well publish it here for now because it's rotting in my pdfs. <3