#genshin inpact fluff

[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.

[fairykazu]

situationship texts ft. kaeya + masterlist

[dobbie-doo]

˗ˏˋ ꒰JUST A LITTLE BIT OLDER꒱ ˎˊ˗ ballader

You know it's wrong. You know it, and yet you melt in his cold hands.

✧ warnings — MDNI + smut ! fem ! reader, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, scara has a dick, finger stimulation,, pet names : "Persephone" + "my dear", some fanon ! Scara, long foreplay, !! cringe !! sex with feelings and a quote at the end.. Sсara is 500 years older than the reader, so so… ✧ minors do not interact. !! ✧ a/n —I love this song (Isabel LaRosa - older) , so I'm writing a fic,, drawing inspiration from a pathetic fragment of the song. Originally, another work was supposed to come out, it's already started, but I decided that it doesn't fit the atmosphere, so… I'll finish it later.. 💋

With cold palms he goes down to your sunken belly, outlining the silhouette with his long, aesthetically thin fingers, and presses on your belly under the navel, forcing you to let out a loud sigh that fills the coastal silence in the bedroom.

Scaramouche is now a puppet master, and you are just a fool..

The divine puppet covers your thin neck with tangible, cold kisses that contrast brightly with your skin, heated with arousal. His kisses should cause you fear, disgust.. But you are silent, you enjoy. Scaramouche stops his deceptively gentle caresses, only to meet your eyes, his gaze is sly, but at the same time gentle..

You can't lie here..You admit to yourself that this puppet is incredibly beautiful, with eyes of a flawless shade - His eyes are like lightning, sparkling in the dark sky, a rich indigo shade that fascinates and attracts the gaze. Sparks of blue slip through them, as if in the depths of the ocean, where light breaks through the thickness of the water.. When he looks at you, it seems that time stops, and the whole world around loses its significance.

Scaramouche, chuckling, slowly intertwined your hand with his, bringing it up, above your head. You seem to get lost in the vastness when his other hand presses on your cheeks to force you to open your mouth, and you, of course, obey. In another kiss, you are caressing each other with your lips excitedly, colliding with your tongues, which migrate from one mouth to another, until the oxygen in your lungs runs out, Balladeer, as if feeling how you are suffocating, slowly moves away from you, smiling, What weak people are.. And even sweet in spite of, he thought.

"Every moment next to you is like a sweet sin that I want to repeat."

"You are my personal hell, into which I dive with pleasure."

You swallow nervously from these phrases, at first glance, these phrases should evoke tenderness and affection, and so it would be, if you did not know Scaramouche well enough.

You want to rise up, to bestow tenderness on his body above you, but the puppet does not give permission, whispers warm words in your ear, convincing that there is no need for that, of course, he is much older, more skilled, the puppet has lived a long life to know all the dark and pleasant corners of human lust. His hand, in the usual black glove on the wrists, with a purple puppet joint that shines so much in the dark bedroom - slides to your thigh, gently stroking. You are in love with his hands.. beautiful, strong, which you can’t tell at first glance.

"In your breath I feel the wind of change.. You are trembling so.. Is it from fear? Or from desire?"

And you are silent.. You do not answer, only moan uncontrollably, writhing under him, the Marionette makes a mocking hum, shaking his head, slightly waving his beautifully ironed blue hair.

"Hmm.. I thought so"

Your knees are shaking when Scaramouche spreads them apart, settling himself more comfortably between them, Scaramouche playfully clings to your right nipple with the pads of his fingers, in response he receives your moan, presses lightly on your pearl, caresses it with a circular motion, and enjoys your first full-fledged moans, playing a melody in his ears. He squeezes your second nipple between his thumb and middle finger, pulls it out experimentally - making sure that it does not hurt you, so that only pleasure splashes in your eyes. And you, not knowing where to place your limbs, so carefully hug Scaramouche's back with your legs. - He smiles. How charming you are.

Your left bud is in his mouth: Scaramouche licks, sucks carefully, forcing your hands to touch his shoulders. He torments your young body sweetly, with his skillful tongue and graceful lips. He wants a deep kiss - but he does not allow himself to raise his head, he retreats back to caresses, because it is too pleasant, it is impossible to tear yourself away, he wants to please you more and more.

Scaramouche is surprisingly incredible in his tenderness, bordering on frantic rudeness; all his actions are neat, thoughtful at first, but as soon as you react somehow, he begins to bite your lips playfully, squinting his fox-like eyes - he presses harder, strokes more noticeably.

You can't breathe when Scaramouche covers your lips, you respond to his kiss invariably, and you delightedly catch the fuse opposite, realizing that soon both of you will burn to ashes, both will turn to ashes. Only ashes.

"I love you," you blurted out as if in delirium, and again you reach for a new kiss, into which Scaramouche smiles with fangs.

"You are now mine, dear, until your very end," and this is much better than the insipid "me too"

The inside of your thigh is attacked by his lips, he kisses you with a loud smacking sound, and you are embarrassed by this, because in your thin underwear the excitement is clearly visible, which smears the fabric of your panties with natural lubrication. Scaramouche, finally settling between your legs, leaving the last kiss on the inside of your thigh, notices your "wet" excitement and praises you for it lovingly, looks piercingly, accompanying his gaze with a frivolous bite, and then the puppet unexpectedly presses his lips to your clitoris organ behind the thin, wet fabric, to which the reaction follows immediately: You shudder, groaning loudly, and your legs at the knees bend in convulsions. Your whole body is a solid erogenous zone; wherever Scaramouche touches, wherever he kisses, your body's responsiveness to every movement is colossal.

Prelude, prelude… stretched out for hours, pushing you to the edge time after time, and then returning to the starting point, returning, Scaramouche teases, mocks, does not let you finish. And you can no longer stand it - you whine shamelessly, you reach for the elastic on your underwear, but they squeeze your wrist, Scaramouche looks at you sternly, and you recognize this look.. Usually he looks at his subordinates like this, or some ordinary stupid people, and when you catch this same look on yourself, you involuntarily want to shrink back.. Scaramouche throws your hand back roughly, does not allow you to take control.

"Let me…" Scaramouche whispers, his gaze softening and he grins cruelly when he sees your obedience.

And you are still lying on the bed, your legs spread apart with force, you surrender to the excitement that is covering you. Scaramouche circles your virgin entrance with his middle finger, and presses very tenderly, you tremble feverishly, frown slightly, but you ask him to continue, because you want more.

Scaramouche touches your cheek with his free hand, stroking it with his thumb, kisses it softly, Scaramouche again makes his way into your tender entrance with two fingers, moving them rhythmically, smiling from the squelching sounds below, and your feminine moans.

"That's it, my Persephone, make those silly sounds for me, show me how you like it.. Show me how good my movements make you feel!

With your moans, and the feeling of wetness and tenderness of your flesh, which is squeezed around his fingers, Scaramouche feels how something begins to harden in his pants.. Hah, and he even forgot about his satisfaction, although, he does not even need it.. But he can not leave his woman in such a position, when she is already ready to give him her purity.. innocence. And he grins, how stupid you had to be to decide to give such a precious thing - your virginity, to a man like him.

You gasp when his fingers are replaced by a member, gracefully curved, and with a purple tip shining, half immersed in your pulsating heat. You scream loudly, letting the tears fall, and Scaramouche almost even vulnerablely presses himself against you, licks the tracks of your salty tears, and whispers in your ear tirelessly about how beautiful you are, how wonderful you are and how incredible. You promise him eternity, swear fidelity with all your being, and firmly say that you will never betray him.. And Scaramouche admits to himself that he wants to believe it.

His thrusts are slow, excruciatingly slow and rough, you can't breathe. At one point you even start to move your hips in response to his thrusts, and Scaramouche throws your leg over his shoulder, crashing into you at a new angle.

The slapping of skin on skin seems loud and vulgar, your loud moans and his quiet growl are lost in the depths of your apartment, and you involuntarily think that you are happy at this very moment. The man you love, exalted by you, looks like a work of art from above you, carved from marble as if by the archons themselves: his body, slender, beautiful, is hidden under the thinnest black turtleneck without sleeves with the golden emblem of the Shogunate on his chest; your man's face is unrealistically beautiful, it is incomparable to anything previously seen, it shines against the background of any celebrity in Teyvat and, in general, it cannot even be compared with the stars in the sky, because it is many times more beautiful. A lot can be said about your beloved, but is it worth it while his dick is pounding into you, tearing more and more moans from your lips?

"Ah..Kabukimono.."

Hearing his first name, pronounced from your lips, Scaramouche seemed to break loose - he began to move his hips into you harder, more passionately, more roughly, wanting to give you pleasure that you had never experienced before, you moaned in his ear so unbridled, loudly, that Scaramouche involuntarily shrank and even hissed, but did not stop pressing himself so close to you and did not slow down your thrusts.

"A-ahhhh..Kabu..Please.."

"Hmm? What are you mumbling about? Didn't you want to be mine completely? Now take me properly my Persephone"

Balladeer looked insanely pleased, fanatical in his desire to destroy and break your body, so that it could only twitch and tremble in endless orgasms, while the room was again filled with his beloved silence.

Real madness.. From the pain you have only an unpleasant memory, and the convulsions in your body are no longer from suffering - you feel too good, the feelings are too bright. It's as if you're burning before his eyes, your consciousness is losing you, already slipping away with every new wave of pleasure and with every cry that escapes your lips.

You seem to catch falling stars with your eyes when you bring your knees together and lose yourself uncontrollably and in orgasm.

And finally, he stops his thrusts and carefully pulls out of you, you're lying on the wet bed, you're all flushed, sweaty, and the balladeer doesn't give a damn! - not even a drop of sweat on him.. Scaramouche breaks away from you and slowly rises above you, his eyes gazing into every hollow of your body, every breath, every movement.

"Hmh..hmm? Hah.."

His gaze stops on a barely noticeable red spot between your legs, further testifying to the fact that you are now his. He lovingly strokes your ribs with his cold hands. Your bitten lips twisted into a satisfied smile, your head was spinning from a mixture of defamine and adrenaline.. So good..

"Are you cold, my dear?" Scaramouche softly pressed his lips to your temple when you nodded shyly, bringing your legs together. Scaramouche carefully put the sheet on you, ruffling your hair. Feeling how your consciousness slowly falls asleep, you calmly fall into the kingdom of Morpheus. Scaramouche, watching you, thought "what a wonderful creature", And even, not afraid of his thoughts, Scaramouche lay down next to you, looking at your relaxed face with awe and obsession, quietly saying;

"In a room full of art, I would still look at you.."

✧ Even the most terrible person, on the most beautiful night, says the most beautiful words..

@himasgod @shyentsfoundherink

[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

[hxnavira]

When I'm imagining an angst scenario in my head and I accidentally hurt my own feelings in the process.

[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.

[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.

[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💜

[mysticdarling]

Calling them by their real name

Characters: venti, xiao, scaramoche (genshin impact!)

Warnings: established relationship, suggestive in Venti's part, no pronouns used for the reader

A/n: hello lovely people! I hope you enjoy! Alsooo would anyone be interested in maybe a spicy pt 2?

_

Venti

After Venti's performance, in front of the Barbados statue, you offered to buy your bard a drink to celebrate, he was almost too delighted to accept.

Venti and you walked, your arms hooked together, heading towards his favorite tavern. He hummed happily to a song he played Just moments ago, loving every praise that escaped your lips. " I'm truly delighted you liked my performance, I would have played more but the sisters only approved so many" Venti whined, you both  finally reaching the familiar building. "After you Barbados" You said holding the door to Angel share open for him. Venti stood there frozen, the breeze even seized for a moment before he blinked, his still face turning to a smile as he walked into the rustic atmosphere.

" Oh windblume  the only time I want you to call me that is when you're screaming it for me." Venti beamed innocently, his comment far from it. "Screaming it? you're in front of me? Why would I have to scream it to you? ...." Your face went completely red realizing what he meant "VENTI?!"

"Ehe oh now It's venti? Aww but you loved saying your God's name, so why don't you keep going? Don't tell me you're all embarrassed now" Venti's smirk grew, leaning in closer to your face. "Nope I think I'm good! Speaking of I totally forgot I definitely have things to do! please enjoy your drink and I will see you later" You laugh nervously turning on your heels.

" what you're leaving already!? Windblume! Wait" Venti pouted, hugging you from behind before you could leave. "Don't you think you're getting out of it later, I want everyone to hear how devoted you are to Barbados" He whispered in your ear, his breath against your neck, before retracting himself away waving. "Farewell my windblume until we meet again" He bowed, returning to a stool at the bar.

You left a stunned, embarrassed mess. You knew you only had a few more hours until  that god was coming for you.

Xiao

Xiao heard you were setting off for the next part of your journey and agreed to accompany you to the border of Liyue for protection,…definitely not because he wanted to spend more time with you, especially before you leave again. Xiao took care of every enemy in your path, not letting you get your hands dirty for a second, he handled them so swiftly you found no need to stop walking.

The air became thick as you reached the last bit of land, to break the silence you began your goodbyes. Xiao pulled out his polearm, completely jumping over you attacking a group of treasure hoarders who was waiting for you to be alone. 

He left the mob running, removing his mask letting out a sigh, as he stood straight "the rest of the trail should be safe, if you run into trouble all you need do is call me" he spoke turning towards you.  "You really are my hero, Alatus" As soon as the name escapes your lips Xiao stares at you a little bit too long for your comfort, his eyes dilating before you finally decide to break the silence again.

"Are you..um okay?" You tilted your head thinking you might have broken your adeptus. "...yes i'm fine, goodbye." he cleared his throat putting away his polearm walking back towards the inn.

 " Wait Xiao, do you not like it!?" You quickly tail behind, abandoning your sense of adventure, him peaking your interest.

"You may call me whatever you wish" Xiao spoke avoiding eye contact . "Yes general Alatus!" He stiffened his cheeks puffing.

"Keep it down.  use it as you please, but my feelings towards the name are a bit....complicated" xiao huffed. "Oh, alright, I just thought it was really pretty ever since you told me" you said still very clearly following, seeing him stop in his tracks. "You're going the wrong way, aren't you leaving?" he crossed his arms, coming up with a vague idea of what you wanted. Xiao walked closer, laying a soft kiss on your cheek. "You better hurry, I want you to find shelter before dark...stay safe y/n" With those words he disappeared without a trace.

The yaksha watched you from a high tree as you left, his face heating up your voice replaying in his head saying one word. "Alatus."

Scaramoche

Scaramouche and you traveled around Tyvat, he loved wondering with you, you made his world much brighter than how he used to see it. It was only so long before you both took a visit to Inazuma.

Most of the trip he seemed on edge, but as time went on Scaramoche became more comfortable in the scenery he used to reside. So there you were staring at scaramoche in awe, him only more beautiful with the backdrop of the morning trees.

Scara expected evey lavender melon he picked before putting it in the basket for dinner. His face was soft, innocent looking almost."Kunikuzushi" His face tensed hearing the old name that used to belong to him. "what did you just call me?" He cut you off almost immediately before a word could escape his lips."tch Nevermind that He's gone. There's no use in using that name anymore he was naive, weak. Just a waste of existen-"

"Stop talking about him like that!" You yell even shocking yourself before continuing. "H-he was a gentle wanderer who didn't deserve what happened to him.. I just wish he would have obtained his true happiness not sorrow and pain" Scara stared at you in a haze conflicted with his feelings before replying.

" how annoying…do you really believe that…nonsense he has it now so why even pity him. It's just a waste of time and meaningless emotions"

Your eyes lit up from his words " Scara are you admitting you're happy with me?!" you beamed, him on the other hand, was acting nonchalant  crossing his arms." think what you want. I'm bored of this conversation just pick the lavender melons" he said narrowing his eyes, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.

"Ok ok on it! Oh and I'm glad you're happy now, Kunikuzushi" For a moment you could've sworn you saw the puppet's cheeks grow red before he continued, refusing to look at you. " whatever."

[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 😘

[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

[ikebo-simp]

It's sleepy time

Just walk into the lab and announce "I'm going to bed" and you'll have a flock of Dottore's abandoning their projects just to cuddle with you

Until an older Dottore yells at them to get back to work before taking you for himself

Several Dottore's grumble about the injustice in the system before starting their projects again

By the next morning, you find yourself covered in Dottore Segments who snuck away to join the growing pile in your bed

Thanks for Reading

[hxnavira]

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