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Sugar Daddy!Older!König x Organic Chemist!Civ!FReader [NSFW, 4.3k]

You're an organic chemist that sugar babies for a laugh, because your days are dull and long. König is an old, battered soldier of fortune that has been sugaring you with an intensity bordering on religion. Neither of you are going to say the quiet part out loud.

CW: unprotected vaginal sex, doggy style, descriptions of nuclear annihilation, descriptions of the opioid crisis, criminally emotionally constipated adults. Barely edited.

König’s place is Spartan. Most things about him are. But he tells you to do whatever you want, you've got his black card if you want anything, and you raise a brow in question.

“Anything, huh?”

He gives you a dry look. “Anything. Literally, I do not give a shit.”

Almost sounds like a dare.

You don't make yourself too-too at home. This thing is still new—the arrangement, the dynamic, the thrill. You know better that it could burn out at any second and leave you all the way hanging. Not a worry, because you are in charge of yourself, and this is only for fun.

You've been too abrasive for too long to have faith in the idea that others will look out for you. That's always been your duty to yourself. It's sacred. It's safety.

But he breathes you deep, wanting you in a way that feels like need.

He likes it when you just come over to his place, because you don't invite him to yours. He likes it when you don't wear anything fancy in particular. He likes it when you put on his boxers and his t-shirt and crash on the bed with him.

“Bad work day?” he asks, gaiter pulled up over his nose, hiding his face while some bullshit plays on the TV and his fingers rub tenderly behind your ear.

“Hm.” It's a huff of a laugh. You stay resting on his chest. Your fingertips have only just slipped under the waistband of his sweats, resting on the small paunch at the bottom of his belly. “Didn't want you getting too comfortable alone.”

“Never been,” he laughs in return, a low and rough haa. “The sentiment is appreciated.”

You feel bad for trying to make the joke. You've never been comfortable alone, either. “It's just something you learn to live around,” you further, hoping like hell he understands, because you lack the words otherwise.

“Yeah,” he hums, his arm tightening where it wraps around you, because he does. “Yeah.”

There are the quiet nights like those, when he just likes having you pulled tight to his body, running your hand over his stomach, ignoring the litany of scars—surgical, and violent, and otherwise—marring his hide.

Then there are nights where he's a nightmare, and it is a riot to play with him.

There's no preamble, only action. He sends you money for dinner, and the moment you're done, you're asked over to his place.

“Do you want me to pick anything up for you? To eat,” you clarify, standing on the curb outside of the first restaurant he ever took you to—it's become a regular in your rotation. You're still in your work clothes. You don't even feel particularly human, just functional.

Fuck's sake, you didn't even expect him to call tonight.

“No,” he says, his voice tense, even on the phone, “just you. Now.”

You're barely able to knock on the door before he's snapping it open, gaiter pulled up, wearing Dickies and a fleece.

“You g—?” You don't even get to finish asking, body in flight.

You yelp in surprise as he snatches an arm around your waist, the other sliding up your sensible, frumpy skirt, curling under your thigh.

He picks you up like you weigh nothing, and your stomach flips at the bizarre, alien sensation. You've never been small. Delicate. Petite—what a vile word, an ideal adored by many, one that you've never embodied, and never could. There is no amount of plastic surgery or product that will ever make you desirably little. A stupid and furious bead burns down into your sternum, one that turns its face from all the boys and men that moaned for you, buried balls-deep in your tight cunt, only to spin a tight 180° and bitch that they wanted a woman they could toss around, manhandle, feel powerful for moving.

They would fuck you, and want you, but only at the demand of curiosity, lust, novelty. Who would claim you. Who would ache for you.

König pulls you onto his hip, gripping your ass cheek tight in one hand, and carries you to the bed.

“On all fours,” he growls, turning and swallowing hard, fishing out his wallet, and as an afterthought catches up with him, he adds, “please.”

Your heart is racing from the way he'd bodily executed his decision with you. Your brain is shocked into a standby state, working on intuition and instinct. You arrange yourself on hands and knees, ass up in the air, and pull your panties down, hobbling your knees. At least those kinda cute, and you have the thigh high hose on, sheer and black with lines down the back.

You thank every fucking deity you know that you hadn't done your laundry and had clean long-johns to wear under baggy jeans today.

He drops things in front of your face. Papers.

“What,” you grunt, not a question, a complete incomprehension.

“Read those.” As if that wasn't clear. He hooks his hands under your hips, making you grab for the papers when he drags you to the edge of the bed. There's popping and a grunt as he gets on his knees behind you, and you barely tighten up your throat enough to catch the bark that wants to escape.

“Fuck—don't!” you snap, frenzied, but he licks a hot, wet stripe from your clit to your asshole, about ready to bury his face.

His fingers keep your ass spread open and they tense with frustration when he snipes back, “Vas? What the fuck could you—”

“Just fuck me, I'm already good.” You hear another sound of frustration out of him, something that feels like don't be dumb, since you both know exactly how fucking big his cock is, even for your well-played cunt. “You already got me going,” you hiss, shifting your hips, hating that you feel you have to admit this at all, “you—when you picked me up. That did enough. Just—it's time to fuck.”

His hands relax, sliding to push your ugly skirt up over your hips. “Just from picking you up?” he asks, as if that should be impossible.

“Yes, just from picking me up,” you shoot back, this close to hiding your face in your arms. “I don’t get picked up. I don’t get—moved. Whatever. It was new. That doesn’t happen to me, unless you’ve somehow missed how I’m fucking built.”

All the air goes out of the room as you pull the admission like pulling your own teeth. A crack in the careful facade. A hairline fracture. You are not perfectly unflappable. You are not wholly without insecurity. You are as weak and human as everyone else.

What a strange, ugly feeling to allow passage through your chest; a slow, inky swimmer swooping around your lungs and stomach, turning everything it touches to ice. You’re supposed to be untouchable, aren’t you? You’ve gone years without that odd, festering jealousy rearing its head. You’re not sure why it does so now.

König just taps the papers again, his breathing strained and heavy, bending to kiss your neck, just below the spot behind your ear that makes your skin snap with static electricity. “Let me eat your pussy while you read those. Don’t like condoms. Don’t want to use them anymore,” he grunts, the teeth he presses into your neck making you realize that he’s pulled down his gaiter.

It’s a weird enough request that it resets your brain. It allows you to read, your head fogged with discordant lust and curiosity as he sinks back behind you, bathing your pussy in heavy, slow attention with his split tongue teasing your clit.

It’s paperwork. A clean result from a recent STI test, and the discharge paperwork from a vasectomy. For your high-geared mind, it has taken an embarrassingly long time to click. He doesn’t like condoms, and doesn’t want to use them. The papers are assurances to you. He’s clean. He won’t get you pregnant.

In the five percent of your brain that is not being used to process the complete annihilation of your soaked pussy with pleasure, there’s a floor-rolling bout of hysterical, giddy laughter that has taken up residence, darting through the fine links of your firing neurons.

This is a romantic gesture. He is a frightening, stone-faced man, who is twin to you in strangeness, and this is outpouring of bizarre softness and startling understanding. Is there anyone else in the world that has fucked you, let alone exists, that would know the way you find comfort and security in medical results and discharge papers on official letterheads?

If there is, you’ve never met them, and you don’t think you will.

Between his moves—a filthy, slurping plunge into your cunt, figure eights around your swollen and throbbing clit with the halves of his tongue, and almost delicate, sucking kisses that puff your labia—you still find the energy and wherewithal to bust his balls, even as he’s making you so wet that it slicks your thighs, “Alright. So, how do you know I’m clean?” It is a sentence you can barely manage as your body shakes.

There comes a laugh, rumbling and serrated, as he nips your shaking thigh with his teeth, paired with a familiar clap on the ass like you’re a breeding mare prized not for progeny but sentiment and a fondness for your rotten, crank attitude. “You’re mean as a fucking snake, Schatzi, but I know you’re not mean enough to let me tongue-fuck you if you had something.”

You maybe should not laugh at such a succinct round-up of one of your most defining character flaws, but you are, and you grin sharply looking back over your shoulder at him as he rises. His hands—huge, warm, coarse, careful—slide over your hips to savor your shape.

“Further up the bed,” he coaches you, leaning forward just long enough to press a heavy kiss to your mouth, pushing his tongue past your lips so you can taste yourself mixed with his natural metallic tang.

One of your hands comes to his jaw, pulling him back in when he tries to move away, for just one selfish moment more, swirling your tongues together, needful of his heat and his closeness and the feeling of your noses crushes together as clumsy as college freshmen set loose in a wide, free world.

“You don’t do fuck-all in half-measures,” you mutter, hand finally sliding away, your lids clicking open crisp. You love seeing the scars mutilating his mouth, the way that flush brightens the coppery tint of his skin. The silver in his hair seems brighter, and the gold of the wheat-colored strands giving the silver a home seems deeper, more molten.

He is a beautiful man. He is a beautiful, beautiful man, and the look he gives you reads weakness.

What a rotten old soldier. What a battered old war dog.

You don’t want to think about what it means if the weakness isn’t a figment of your imagination. If it is symptomatic of a larger trend; an oncoming crisis, a trend that sweeps and fells and swallows up entire communities, with a bent toward becoming endemic to the local culture, and almost impossible to kill forever after.

The opioid epidemic has always come in greater, and greater waves.

The first in the nineties, off natural and semi-synthetic painkillers, a slow swell beginning with easier manufacturing, laxer laws, and gargantuan pharmaceutical conglomerates pushing-pushing-pushing the easy writing of prescriptions on countless doctors. Generational seeds buried in families, in communities—germinating at inhuman rates, weaving addiction into the DNA.

The second came with the second decade of the new millenia. A resurgence in heroin, when the world began to come down on doctors with fat Rx pads and quick-writing fingers. When you cannot find a fix legally, you will find it illegally, and it comes at much higher a cost.

There were always more waves, and different ones, and quieter ones. There were always synthesizers, cookers, designers, manufacturers—legal and illegal alike.

Fent, roxie, percs, bars. Heroin, krokodil, bath salts, flakka. Uppers. Downers. Barbiturates, benzos, phenobarbital.

It all ties into dopamine, and the ancient, pointlessly leftover biological mechanic of addiction. The sizzling, bumpers-and-bells-and-bright-lights screech of a reward center well-fed.

König is a beast of a man, and his brain is brutally hardwired for addiction. He's an alcoholic in on-off recovery, he's a medical req amphetamine junkie. He no longer chases adrenaline like most men chase tail, but he sprints after it in his tense, jerking dreams.

He's just a dog, with wet sad eyes, and his heart chases after trucks that will never see him around blind turns. His surety that the next roaring beast coming around the switchback bend will finally love him back is the thing that is going to kill him.

König can't spell for shit, and his grammar is a barely functional mess of punctuation and weird spacing, but he has a terrifying mind for numbers and nuclear engineering. He's told you before that it takes 10^-20 seconds for an atom to split to kickoff nuclear fission, the process that powers atomic bombs.

You're a doctor, and it didn't at all feel stupid to ask, “Fuck. How can you even comprehend how fast that is?”

You walked side-by-side with him in winter coats. He shrugged at the time, and said, “Hm. Alright, you're at the market. You're looking at apples, or arugula, or fish, or whatever the fuck. We don't know who hit the button, but the missile carrying the warhead is going twenty-four thousand K-P-H. Fifteen thousand miles per hour. You're in Berlin. As soon as the launch is registered, everyone starts launching.”

He stepped closer, elbow bumping yours. When he registered your hard swallow, he slid his arm around your neck and pulled you into his side.

“So the bombs are launched,” you prompted him, tucked into his side. “When do I die?”

“You died ten minutes before World War III ended,” he hummed, pressing his nose into the spot before your ear, brushing his gaiter-covered lips over your cheek and ear lobe, “you were turned into pure carbon staining the ground, and you never knew there was a bomb.”

10^-20 seconds for the bomb to perfectly obliterate any and all existence of your entire life. Annihilation so utter, there would be no DNA leftover.

Bombs, destruction, drugs, addiction.

Control. Control. Control.

König will never know that you passed through the eye of the needle in close to the same fucking unfathomable shard of a second, fighting tooth and nail to choose between launching off the bed, denying his low-simmering feelings, and black listing his entire existence in your memory—versus embracing the insane, helpless plummet, releasing your death grip on the demand of understanding and autopsy of everything unknown.

Your hand loosens on that chain.

“Yeah, fuck it. Fuck me,” you say, recovering from the staggering out of body experience.

He leaves you ass-up in the cold of his apartment, windows open, and returns with his laptop and his black card, throwing them down in front of you. His hands clap your skin as they land on your hips, anchoring him as he pulls himself into place behind you, stroking his cock needlessly because it can't possibly get any harder or fatter.

“Buy whatever you fucking want. You've got ten grand. You don't spend it, you don't cum,” he grunts in a hoarse voice, and that's every bit of warning you get before he plunges his cock in your soaked, swollen pussy, bucking and grunting as you spasm around him and try to scurry away out of instinct. His hips slam against your ass, hands dragging you back against him, and you feel and hear the noise ripping in his throat like the gut-growl start of a chainsaw.

There’s a wolverine in your throat—something, perhaps, that fought hard, and died even harder than that in another life—and it does not take kindly to being bossed, bucked, bitched. It bares its fangs through your mouth, goading you to turn your head, to catch König’s eyes and lock onto them like you’ve caught him in unkind crosshairs.

“Do I still get to cum if I just make one big, fat buy?” you ask hoarsely, the silver of your teeth flashing between your lips like a threat, eyes wild and too-bright. “Maybe I buy you a decent fucking couch? A good dining table?”

That mauled mouth of his curls into a smirk, and his hand skates up your back—turning threat and tenderness into a single entity—gripping the back of your neck firmly, but not cruelly, as he redirects you to the screen.

“You could. Of course, you fucking could. I’m not a liar. But.” He bends low, snapping a sharp and sweet love bite against the skin of your neck, in a spot that your collars will barely hide. “That would be fucking boring. I don’t think you’re boring.”

The tone begs you to tell him he’s wrong in a challenge.

You laugh, backed into a clever corner, gripping the sides of the laptop, dragging it closer as he starts a slow, rolling rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of you. Just taking his sweet time, warming you up all over again, getting those stiff hips of his to unlock, too—more used to marching and storming, now, than fucking.

You start by faking him out as he stretches your wet, throbbing pussy with his grappling-to-relax rhythm, pulling up a Tiffany Co. hardware necklace selling for $4,100.00. Its greatest sins are that it is not only ugly, but, far worse, it is boring.

“Schatzi,” he growls, fingers tightening on your hips, and, good fuck, it makes you laugh. That earns you the slam of his hips flush to your ass, stealing the air from your lungs, and his huge hand tightens in the back of your hair, bringing your eyes back up as your head swims and your stomach jumps.

“Got the hint,” you wheeze, clicking off the tab, trying to focus on anything but the size of him inside you, pounding you like a brutal metronome. His breathing is tight, and every stroke of his cock sails him straight across your g-spot. Makes your brain shimmer like the bath bombs and body lava you load your carts with. Makes your guts feel filled with poured platinum, same shade and shine as the teal sapphire pendant earrings you purchase.

The orgasm builds in your lower belly—a broiling heat, a ten-ton tightness, driving your pelvis down with its demanding weight—and König stays steady fucking you, relentless with his perfect, unerring rhythm. Somehow that makes it so much more difficult to withstand.

The first time you had fucked, he had lasted so long you thought he wasn’t going to fucking cum at all, but, no. He was just beastly in bed, sweat pouring down his temples and chest, eyes smirking over his mask until you ripped the fucking thing down and kissed him. He’d tasted, wonderfully, of your pussy and pleasure.

The stamina of a maniac, and the patience he professes that his younger self could’ve never maintained.

At $8,370, your focus gives, and you almost collapse, elbows sliding out from under you. You bury your head in the blankets beneath you, smelling his cologne and the faint odor of his sleep sweat, and it turns your stomach into a cyclone. You’re kissing the razor’s edge of finishing, so close you feel it flooding your blood like the skull-crack cold of a fresh IV line of saline on a hot, sick stomach.

All at once, he stops, one hand heavy-spread across your lower back, the other tight around the shape of your hip.

“H-huh, f—fuck,” you moan, pathetic and brainless.

“You done?” he asks, breathing hard. He grunts like the grit of a stone mill when you nod your head, then shake it, body too confused to settle on an answer. “Think about it. You’re almost there. Tell me how much you have left to spend.”

You turn your head in the blankets, taking a sideways glance at the screen. It’s hard to tell. His hand slips lower, between your legs, cupping your pussy and applying pressure, though he doesn’t play with you.

Simple math. You’re a doctor. This should not be difficult. But Sisyphus would have an easier time pushing his damned boulder up his hill than you are with basic subtraction.

“One—one-six-three-nil.”

“Mm. Mhm. Sixteen hundred. I’m almost done, want you to cum, too. Get creative.” His voice is hoarse, tight with restraint, and even in your stupor, you can tell he’s struggling as much as you are.

With a sluggish nod, painfully conscious of his cock sitting heavy and throbbing in your cunt, you pull yourself up on one shoulder, slumping as close to the laptop as you can manage. The next page you go to belongs to his bank, and his fingers knead into the small of your back as you one-handed type his account information (the gift of an obscene amount of trust, or the hallmark insanity of a man who simply does not have a spare fuck to give).

Takes ten seconds to transfer a solid two grand into your checking account, and König doesn’t even chuckle.

He fucking moans. A weak, broken-legged sound that shakes his entire body so thoroughly it rings through yours like church bells.

His grip tightens, and he muscles you onto your back like an afterthought. Slops your legs back open and drops all his weight on top of you, burying his face against yours as he fucks right back into you. He’s done dicking around (you would laugh at the stupidity of your own thoughts, had your brain stem not been atomized by this exact man), hitting a nightmare rhythm of thrusting and grinding that rubs your clit, and just tosses what’s left of your mind in the damned incinerator.

The build is so fast and reckless—a nigh-on lethal vent of pressure that leaves you half-blind and shaking, finally allowed to sprint after what felt like a lifetime of restraint—that you’ve already started to cum, and your mind is only just now catching up with your body. König’s breath is furnace-hot, rolling over your skin like the lungs of a bellows press, your cunt spasming and clenching his throbbing cock wildly.

When the world finally takes back control of your facilities—putting a fading, slow halt to your paint smear perception of reality—König is crushing you with his weight. His hands grip at the underside of your thighs, and he breathes into the hair behind your ear. “Will move, soon,” he assures you, but you shake your head.

“Stay put. Your weight feels good,” you respond, chest beautifully crushing under his body, and it calms your heart with the comfort of pressure.

Lazily, and without much thought, you graph out chemical sequences across his back. Prolactin, dopamine, oxytocin, endorphins, serotonin. All the good shit, overwhelming your blood stream.

You're the one to get up for water, calling him ‘old man’ in a snort that earns you a swat to the bare ass, and another gravel-grit laugh. He looks grateful for it all the same—that small measure of care and familiarity.

Dog, dog, dog, your mind chants. He's just an old dog aching for a fleece bed and a kind hand. The stone in your stomach sinks heavier, and you turn your thoughts away from it.

When you return, you collapse in the bed beside him after handing over the glass. He's propped himself against the headboard, legs splayed wide and lazy, the heaving of his chest from exertion shallowed by rest. His profile is harsh in the unfiltered light of his side table lamp, and the cold air blowing in through the cracked windows is a relief on your friction-chafed skin.

His skin is gold in this light, like his lightning-streaked hair. His form is sleek and powerful, even in repose. The bulk of him eats up half of the king-sized bed, dressed in barebones linens, and you think of tragedies. How perfectly-built demigods always came with a fatal flaw that became their death, and how nature couldn't figure out a way to give stronger hearts to massive creatures.

Their bodies simply demanded too much fuel to keep alive for too long. They are powerful, undeniable, and gone so very quickly.

But looking at König, maybe god is too magnificent a term for him. You know he'd despise it. Bomb is a better fit.

Yeah, no. That is the better fit. The type of man he is? One with his nature? He'd be dead before he even realized he'd detonated. And he'd kill as many people as he could with the blast radius.

“You ever think about going back to school?” you ask in a fucked-out rasp, as your lips cut into a lopsided half-smile, and he laughs, smirking.

“I fuck you stupid, or…?” he teases, his teeth glinting in the light of the room, eyes pale and calm like cold water.

‘No,’ is the real answer, and it continues, ‘I have only just discovered the fear that comes after realization, and I have let myself pass through the keyhole to the other side. I have never seen this place, one where there is enough room for another person besides myself, and it frightens me. It could be filled, and it could be emptied, and I know that I do not have the resilience to live with that void.’

“Shit. I think you did,” is what you snort instead, pulling the sheets up over your hips. “I'm going to doze for a little while. Then, I'll call an Uber home.”

König says nothing, making an unsure noise of thought in his throat, but you know he won't pursue his offer, because you will turn it down, and he is fragile when it comes to rejection.

Coward that you are, you allow the invitation to spend the night die in his chest, cemented by him leaving the bed shortly after to shower.

You are not ready to admit to even yourself that there is room for him. What else is there to do but run from it?

#call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig smut #my work #konig #könig #this is another oc as a 2nd person reader but y'all know the deal by now

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 2 years ago

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Sagau but the reader changes into chibi when they are tried like after long day of work they changes into chibi and one day reader changes into chibi in front of sucrose,venti and nahida

Tired!Reader = Chibi Reader?! 👀

Anon, you are making me a little curious lol- how did Reader become this tired? And, now that I think about it more, it honestly sounds like Reader is constantly having a Gouba-thing and just turning into a smaller version of themself LOL

(Disclaimers: Might be OOC & Strictly Platonic!)

Sucrose

The moment she sees you in your Chibi form, she couldn't help but fawn over at how adorable you looked. She has the sudden urge to pick you up since, you know, you're a cute adorable little child now.

She's too shy to actually pick you up, but seeing how tired you looked, Sucrose just had to do something about it, though. She runs up to you to make sure you're okay and you don't fall over.

"Your Grace—sorry but—uhm...are you okay?" She is looking at you in pure worry and concern. You looked up at Sucrose with your cute, adorable child eyes and she just couldn't stop herself from fawning over you.

You yawn, and that gives her the courage to pick you up and bring you the Knights of Favonius HQ. She'll place you in the Guest Room—hopefully, Sucrose won't get scolded for placing you in such a low quality bed!

To savor the memory, though, Sucrose takes a picture of your peaceful image in bed before quietly closing the door, letting you rest without a sound. Hopefully, no one wakes you up from your dreams!

Venti

One look and he's already coming up with ballads to commemorate how cute you are! He can't stop verbally fawning over you—you're just too cute as a chibi!

"Ehe, Your Grace, you are so adorable!~"

But when he sees just how tired you are? ...Yeah, no, he's still fawning over you. You look even cuter when your sleepy! This was an absolute cuteness overdrive.

Of course, he's not that mean though—he just takes his time to do things. He's going to take you to the Tree of Vanessa to rest peacefully, with him watching over you!

If you can't sleep immediately (for some reason) or you just wake up abruptly from your dreams, Venti's already playing something on his lyre.

Yeah, I have no idea whether he sleeps or not. He's probably pulling an all-nighter making ballads about you like this, honestly.

Nahida

Adorable child sees the Almighty Creator turn into a child—she is absolutely ecstatic! You not only look cute as a chibi, but she's as tall as you now! You two can hang out like other children!

But when she sees how droopy and exhausted you look? She will immediately whisk you away to the Sanctuary of Surasthana. She'll ask someone to get a bed in there for you.

As you sleep, Nahida will enter your dreams and you two will have fun playing in fantasyland!

"Let's go, Your Grace! The magic comet will save the Prince Frog now!" (Don't ask where I got this from—)

Aand, that's it! Hope y'all enjoyed it :) See you around!

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yuusishi · 11 months ago

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UNDER THE MISTLETOE

pairings : twst , genshin , hsr cast x gn!reader

genre : fluff , unestablished relationship , requited feelings

cws/tws : kissing lol (a lot)

a/n : happy holidays to all who have anything to celebrate and to those who don't I hope you enjoy a break and a warm december <3 this is also sort of my 1k special !! I know it isn't much but I couldn't think of anything to do to celebrate <//3

note: I know I mentioned friends in the first prompt but you can literally imagine these scenarios with either a crowd or alone lmao

"Oh. My. God" rang in their head as they looked up, eyes meeting the green leaf hanging above the two of you, "We don't have to push through with this... tradition if you don't want to..." they said but it came out as almost a mumble. As more teases fell from the mouths of your other friends, you couldn't help but inch closer to them, once you got the go signal you pressed your lips against theirs. It felt warm amidst the cold of the season and radiated a sense of comfort throughout your body.

(twst) Deuce, Cater, Ruggie, Azul, Epel, Idia, Sebek. (genshin) Jean, Amber, Ganyu, Chongyun, Yanfei, Sucrose, Thoma, Kirara, Kaveh, Layla, Charlotte, Navia, Kokomi (hsr) March 7th, Arlan, Asta, Bronya (sort of), Gepard, Luka, Qingque, Sushang, Guinaifen.

They stared at you silently, waiting for you to make the next move. Yes, they're interested in you and they know you were interested in them, but they didn't want to rush you. Eventually you stepped closer, tugging lightly on their hand before they tilted your chin. It was a calm, ordinary kiss, yet it made the cliché movie fireworks explode both in your mind and body.

(twst) Trey, Jack, Jade, Rook, Silver, Malleus. (genshin) Albedo, Ningguang, Zhongli, Kazuha, Shenhe, Cyno, Yun Jin, Ayaka, Alhaitham, Baizhu, Heizou, Nilou, Neuvillette. (hsr) Serval, Himeko, Natasha, Tingyun, Hanya, Argenti, Ruan Mei, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Argenti

"Well?" they said teasingly, throwing you a sly look as you fumbled around your outfit in an attempt to calm down. They waited until you stepped closer to them, their hand making its way to your cheek as they leaned in and kissed you. It was funny, you could've sworn you were sure they didn't like you back, so why were they kissing you so calmly yet with so much fervor? As you pulled back, you couldn't help the sense of longing as you looked back into their eyes looking like they, too, wanted more.

(twst) Ace (not a loser this time!!), Vil, Lilia. (genshin) Kaeya, Venti, Childe, Hu Tao, Itto, Yae Miko, Ayato, Lyney, Yelan, Wriothesley. (hsr) Kafka, Sampo, Black Swan (?), Sparkle

"There will be no 'kissing under the mistletoe'" They said sternly, but no one missed the tinge of pink dusting on their ears and cheeks. Despite the small disappointment, the party went on without a hitch. Later on into the night, you spotted them by the balcony admiring the stars with a small drink in hand and joined them saying you wanted a breath of fresh air. "I've liked you for quite some time now" fell from their lips, somewhat boldly even, the sudden confession made your heart skip a beat. A kiss placed on their lips was all the answer that they needed.

(twst) Riddle, Leona, Sebek, Idia (sort of), Jamil (genshin) Diluc, Beidou, Dehya, Xiao, Mona, Keqing, Rosaria, Eula, Raiden Ei, Kujou Sara, Kuki Shinobu, Tighnari, Candace, Scaramouche, Faruzan, Furina, Chevreuse. (hsr) Seele, Topaz, Blade, Yukong, Fu Xuan, Jingliu, Xueyi, Dr. Ratio

They had a mixed expression of shyness and also slightly explosive joy. I mean, they knew that you liked them back but they just haven't had the chance to tell you yet, you know? They impulsively (but gently) took your hands in theirs and looked you in the eyes as if telepathically asking you for consent. Once you gave your permission they immediately kissed you, their happiness was infectious and leaving you feeling giddy once they pulled away from you.

(twst) Kalim (genshin) Yoimiya, Ga-Ming (?)

#[ishitalks]#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #twst x y/n #twst x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #honkai star rail x y/n #honkai star rail x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x you

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dovahbee · 11 months ago

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NORMANDY SR2 INFO BOARD HOLIDAY EDITION

[NEW MESSAGES AS OF 12:09]

12:09- XO. LAWSON: Good afternoon. As all of you know, it’s the winter holiday season on earth. I would like to invite @all to the starboard deck for a cultural exchange at 14:00 for anyone interested in learning about human winter traditions.

REMINDERS:

- Candy canes are NOT weapons. ALSO they are a privilege, not a right.

- Mistletoe (the greenery hanging from the roof) is NOT edible.

- Mess Sergeant Gardner is dressing up as Santa Clause; if you see a man with a white beard and red clothing DO NOT OPEN FIRE.

- Menorahs are NOT edible.

- Hot chocolate is HOT. Human skin is sensitive. For the love of god, just be responsible.

Happy Holidays. See you there.

12:10- FLT. MOREAU: seriously

12:10- LT. TAYLOR: how stupid do you think we are?

12:10- CHF. ZORAH: yayyy happy holidays! merry christmas, happy hanukkah, joyous kwanzaa, feliz navidad, gung hay fat choy!!! am i saying those right??

12:10- GO. VAKARIAN: someone did research last night

12:10- LC. SHEPARD: goddamn it, did grunt eat another menorah?

12:11- SPEC. JACK: im pretty sure mistletoe is edible. i mean it’s a plant, right?

12:11– SPEC. MASSANI: good goddamn point

12:11- SPEC. GRUNT: will there be food other than the roof salad

12:11- LC. SHEPARD: i would like to point out— candy canes absolutely are weapons. i dropped a guy with one once.

12:11- XO. LAWSON: Not helping, Shepard.

12:11- SPEC. GRUNT: noodles please

12:11- SPEC. KRIOS: Impressive, Commander.

12:11– SPEC. GRUNT: please teach me battlemaster

12:12– LC. SHEPARD: gladly. just suck on the tip until it’s pointy then ram it in the jugular. should work for humans, turians, drell, quarians, batarians, hanar (probably?) and vorcha. it’s messy as hell but satisfying.

12:12- XO. LAWSON: That’s it. You’ve all lost your candy cane privileges.

12:12– DR. SOLUS: Wise decision. Shepard and Grunt safety hazards.

12:12- CHF. ZORAH: seriously??? You can’t punish all of us for shepard’s bloodlust

12:12- SPEC. GOTO: so let me get this straight, miri. you trust us with your life in a firefight, but not with candy canes during a Christmas party?

12:13- XO. LAWSON: a HOLIDAY party. and yes, that is correct.

12:13- LC. SHEPARD: i mean… it sorta seems fair. i trust vakarian on my six with an SR… but with a taser? absolutely not.

12:13- GO. VAKARIAN: i think LCs been shot in the head one too many times

12:13- LC. SHEPARD: not the point, numb nuts

12:13- SPEC. SAMARA: If Commander Shepard can safely operate a live firearm, she should be able to responsibly handle a sharp sucrose stick.

12:13- SPEC. GOTO: you’d think

12:13- LC. SHEPARD: i don’t know if i can. i just get this overwhelming urge to stab.

12:13- DR. CHAKWAS: Pushing your psych eval forward, LC.

12:13- GO. VAKARIAN: called it!

12:14- SPEC. MASSANI: so this party… do we get turkey dinner if we show?

12:14- SPEC. JACK: what the fuck is a turkey

12:14- XO. LAWSON: Dinner will be at 18:00, given Gardner has finished up. No turkey, just rations.

12:14- GO. VAKARIAN: Why the hell does Gardner look like that? [image.attachment_sergeant_santa_clause]

12:14- LC. SHEPARD: huh. looks like he was born for the role.

12:14- CHF. ZORAH: this seems… offensive. why did he stuff his pants and belly?

12:15- FLT. MOREAU: compensation, zorah

12:15- CHF. ZORAH: ohhhh

12:15– FLT. MOREAU: it’s not a real holiday party without booze @XO

12:15- XO. LAWSON: the LAST thing this crew needs is alcohol

12:15- LC. SHEPARD: [image.attachment_secret_candy_canes] jokes on you @XO i bought myself some on the citadel. knew you’d pull this crap.

12:15- XO. LAWSON: fine

12:15- LC. SHEPARD: this too [image.attachment_4.5L_bottle_vodka]

12:15- XO. LAWSON: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

#sr2 info board #mass effect #HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!#me2 #shepard

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lume-nosity · 2 years ago

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celestial callings

[when celestia has managed to reconnect with you once more after all of these years, you have no other choice but to concede and return from whence you came. even if it means leaving the one you love behind and for them to grovel in despair.]

style: angst

inspo: @scarafrisbee for lending me this prompt of theirs to write out <3

ft: scaramouche, albedo

notes: not proofread, kinda half-assed and weird because i’m lazy and suffering from writer’s block, gn!reader, sucrose mention, albedo’s part is a little long

reblogs are appreciated!

scaramouche

for the first time in a long while, he thought he had something. something that can help him feel warm, at home, and most of all.. loved.

he trusted that concept to a great extent; you were someone who he holds dear and knew that you would never leave him.

but he was wrong, again. you were no different than the rest of them.

this was all because of your background in regards to your past. “i’m not surprised.” is the only thing that slips out of his mouth. he should’ve expected this sooner.

how many abandonments must he go through to understand that nobody is truly there for him?

after you’ve left and said your final goodbyes to him, all he did was stand there. devoid of all emotion as if he had any in the first place. he’s a puppet, puppets don’t have feelings right?

well, this one has feelings. and they’re genuine.

but all he could do was hang his head low with a deadpan expression, before scoffing to himself and turned to walk the opposite direction.

although it looked as if he didn’t care on the outside, deep down, there was a tinge of sadness deep within his chest that’s eating at him with every step he takes.

albedo

he received word of your departure from sucrose and at first he told her: ‘it’s not good to joke about something as important as that’ but sucrose went into more detail to further deepen his denial.

it appears he was incorrect about you.

in his head, your presence held something much more stronger that he wasn’t able to pinpoint what it was. he knew something was off about you, but he didn’t push further on the matter and thought he was over analyzing it.

which was his first and last mistake.

it led him down into a deeper rabbit hole of more questions: ‘why would this happen?’ ‘why them?’ ‘why now?’ ‘what should i do?’

more questions would grow as more answers would wilt.

he knew relationships were troublesome and they take a lot of time and energy out of him to even make one, but this one in particular he had with you was much different.

and special.

so for you to just leave him to go back to celestia completely shuts him down.

he doesn’t know how to feel about the news his assistant has told him judging from how he was standing there like a stone, cold statue. but the only hint of emotion you’re able to see from him is his eyes.

his eyes speak more than words ever could.

they may be cold on the outside, but they speak of anguish, disbelief, denial, sadness, the list could go on. and yet this is the first time he felt such emotions rush inside him all at once.

it truly hurted him.

hurted him to the point he had to excuse himself from sucrose to give him time to think about what happened.

it will take way too long for him to get over such a revelation, as it will most likely stick into the back of his mind for as long as he exists.

and he didn’t even get the chance to meet you one last time before you left.

an: hi everyone i’m kinda back with writing??? but the writer’s block is still quite heavy here because i didn’t get to write for all the characters..(sorry riri ☹️) but i wanted to write as much as i can here, so i hope this is acceptable. and i know i said i was going to make a fluff post but it looks like i didn’t, as i came back with yet another angst post. so i might pay back that debt sooner or later once something clicks in my head i promise 🙏

#✏️ lume writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin x gn reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche angst #wanderer angst #albedo angst #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios

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razorblade180 · 1 year ago

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Devotion

After a long shift doing paperwork, Jean finally manages to leave the Headquarters at a reasonable time. Well, reasonable for her. The moon wasn’t setting. That’s all that mattered! The Acting Grandmaster was thrilled by the idea of having time to read the novel Lisa gave her, but the moment of fantasy was quickly forgotten when she noticed her sister, Barbara, walking down the church steps alone.

Jean:Barbara?

Barbara:Huh? Oh, s-Jean; hello.

Jean:You were working this late?

Barbara:I like to practice in private at times. I wasn’t expecting to run into you tonight. I guess that means work was light for you.

Jean:(Hehe. “For you”) Yeah you could say that. Want me to walk you home? It can be dangerous at night.

Barbara:Oh I wouldn’t want to take up your time or anyt-

Jean held out her hand and she could see a glimmer in Barbara’s eyes. Their relationship was awkward to say the least, but it would be a waste to not take this opportunity to spend a little time together. Her younger sister took hand and they began walking. Jean was still a little concerned about Barabara going home alone, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized there’s no way Rosaria isn’t just far enough away to not be noticed. Then there was Diluc. Oh Diluc… He might be doing his “second job” by now.

Jean glanced over to Barbara. It wasn’t uncommon for strained silence to fall between them, but the girl typically tried for a short conversation. Jean was surprised to see her sister carrying a look of worry in her eyes.

Jean:What’s wrong?

Barbara:Hmm? Oh, it’s- it’s nothing.

Jean:Doesn’t sound like nothing. You’re making the same face Klee and Sucrose tends to make when something unexpectedly goes wrong.

Barbara:I…I don’t want to trouble you with it. It’s pretty silly in all honesty.

Jean:…Try me. I’ve dealt from lost cats to fish blasting. A problem is a problem. Acting Grand Master to citizen, or sister to sister, I want to listen to you worries. *smiles*

Barbara:*red*…It’s Venti.

Jean:Wh-What about the bard?

Barbara:….

Silence had never spoken more words. Jean saw the two occasionally hang out together and sing. Venti had even been his playful self to Barbara in front of Jean, but she never considered the girl’s flustered responses to be signs of mutual affection! That couldn’t be it, right!?

Jean:Oh, I see. So are you two…

Barbara: No no no! We just..enjoy each other’s music and stuff.

Jean: (Figures. Forgive me Venti for doubting you.) What’s the issue? A musical disagreement?

Barbara:No. For some time now, he visits the church for me to heal minor injuries, drop off some food, or pray despite the fact I’m certain he’s dozing off instead. Most of the time he’s really there to see me.

Jean:Ah, so he’s getting in the way of your work.

Barbara:Well…yes and no. Physically he isn’t. In fact, he’s helped me and the other sisters on multiple occasions. Mentally however…*blushes* I find myself thinking about him more and more to the point it does affect my work.

Jean:(I was right the first time!?) You.. have feelings for Venti the bard?

Barbara: I wasn’t sure at first. I just knew I felt guilty that I wasn’t focused like I should be. Two weeks ago it reached a boiling point where I completely forgot to finish a choir arrangement! We had to postpone the performance an entire week.

Jean:That’s not too bad, all things considered.

Barbara:But it was avoidable if I had been more diligent. That entire week I wanted to do nothing but focus on creating the best arrangement without distractions, but my mind kept wandering. I got so frustrated I started praying to Barbatos himself to help deal with my feelings!

Jean:…Did you now? How’d that go?

Barbara:To my surprise, I think he might’ve been listening. I didn’t suddenly focus better, but Venti didn’t show up to the church like he usually does. He’s..still not showing up. I saw him once but as quickly as he greeted me, he left because he said he had to go apple picking. It’s not that I didn’t believe him, but I felt…a distance; physically and metaphorically. He always got right next to me but that time he was out of arms reach.

Jean:Arms reach, hmm.

Barbara:It hasn’t stopped either. I know what I’m saying sounds more than a little ridiculous but it feels like my prayers were answered by Venti not wanting to see me as much. That’s…not what I meant though. I liked when he visited, even if I didn’t say so all the time. How could I when he was doing something like scraping his knee or sleeping? Not to mention him near the holy lyre makes me nervous.

Jean:(Has the magic not warn off yet!?) If a prayer is what did this, then why don’t you pray again?

Barbara:I don’t want to be ungrateful! I shouldn’t have bothering praying to Barbatos about something that was my mistake in the first place. *drops head* Maybe this is his form or of punishment for me? That or…Venti doesn’t want to see me anymore; at least not in the way I realized how I liked seeing him.

The two finally made it to Barbara’s house and stopped in front of the door. Poor girl looked so defeated. Jean didn’t have much trust in her own abilities when it came to romantic problems, but she knew without a doubt Venti heard the prayer and proceeded to act accordingly. Jean rested her hands on Barbara’s slouched shoulders and had the girl look her in the eyes.

Jean:Barbara, I say with certainty the Anemo Archon would never punish someone as caring and devoted as you. As for Venti, I also have no doubts he thinks you’re wonderful. He’s told me before you are a wonderful person to sing beside.

Barbara:*red* You two have talked about me?

Jean:On occasion if we run into each other. His exact feelings for you I can’t say because I’m not too sure, but I know the way he looks at you and says your name. Venti cherishes you.

Barbara:Are you saying I should talk to him about it?

Jean:I’m sure that will help. Buuuut, I also think you should pray to Barbatos again. Even if this was some lesson, which I highly doubt, I believe you know better than anyone how kind he is. Coincidence or not, it would give you better peace of mind.

Barbara:Yeah…*gentle smile* Yeah! I’m the Deaconess. I can’t let this shake me and do nothing about it. What example would that set?

Jean:That too, but frankly I meant to do this more yourself. No one would judge you.

Barbara:Oh, hehe. I guess that’s true.

Jean:(Is this how the Knights feel talking to me?) I wish you the best of luck, Barbara. Stop by anytime to tell how things are going.

Barbara:Okay, I will! Also, thank you for this. It means more than I can explain.

Jean:The feeling is mutual.

She gets a surprise hug from Barbara. It didn’t take long before Jean wrapped her arms around the girl gently. Barbara had grown up before Jean had gotten the chance to notice, but she was a little happy she could still help with problems like these. Their hug ended, and Barbara finally went inside.

All things considered, that went well. A normal person would pat themselves on the back and head home. Jean desperately wanted to be that normal person, but deep down not only was she still a tad concerned, but she also was way more invested in this love story than the book Lisa gave her. Against her own will, Jean found herself hurrying over to Angel Share.

xxxxx

The door open with a single push as Jean hurried in. The normal customers were around drinking their fill like usual. That included Venti, who was face down at the bar in front of Diluc; the fiery redhead locked eyes with Jean.

Diluc:Well this isn’t something I see everyday.

Jean:I’m not hear to drink.

Diluc:I meant you off work this early.

Jean:So is Kaeya just sharing my overtime hours or something? Also I thought you’d be “working” by now.

Diluc:I… am working.

Jean:If you say so. Anyways, I’m not here about that. I’m here for Venti. *gently shakes him* If he’s conscious that is.

Venti:Mmm, hmm? Oh, hi Venessa.

Jean:E-Excuse me?

Venti:What? Oh, I’m sorry. *sits up* didn’t have my wits about me. You remind me of her at times.

At first, Jean was a little worried about Barbara unknowingly liking their alcoholic deity, but Jean would be lying if she said his little mistake just now didn’t made her very happy inside. She couldn’t let that distract her though! Now was the time to be diligent!

Jean:Diluc, could you possibly give us some space? I have a delicate, personal matter to discuss with Venti.

Diluc:Is it about Barbara?

Jean:…

Diluc:He begged me to bartend tonight to wear his heart on his sleeve. In my eyes it’s more like drowning his sorrows.

Jean:So he isn’t typically this drunk?

Diluc:Well…at the very least he’s a happy drunk. Today he’s sung no song and has kept to himself.

Venti:I’m right here you two. So Barbara went as far as to talk to you? I guess this is the perfect time to apologize to you properly, Jean. I’m sorry for my behavior. I’ve caused your sister unnecessary stress. *bows*

Jean:Lord B- Venti, raise your head! There’s no need to bow to me, ever!

Venti:Ehe, I guess that would be weird for you, wouldn’t it? My bad.

Jean:So you did hear Barbara’s prayer?

Venti:Loud and clear, just like all the others that say my name. Honestly I didn’t realize I had started to be a burden. I got a little caught up in the moment of seeing her.

Jean:..Why do you see my sister often? Is it because of her devotion to the church?

Venti:Not specifically. It’s not her devotion to the Anemo Archon if that’s what you mean. Her dedication to the job itself, much like your own, is very admirable. Barbara is awfully kind yet stern when she has to be. Yet somehow she knows how to be uplifting and has an air about her that’s so refreshing to see. It’s hard not to feel at ease when you’re around her.

Diluc:That’s high praise coming for you.

Venti:Countless people would echo my sentiments.

Jean:Yet yours would resonate loudest. I can understand your choice but I feel like you should’ve known Barbara wouldn’t. I’d go as far as to say nobody in Mondstadt is as emotionally intelligent as you, and not for the reasons you’d assume. As her sister, I ask you to be more earnest with her. As your friend, I implore you to be more kind to yourself.

Venti:And as a citizen…?

Jean:*smiles* I hope the god I admire always experiences the same peace he so graciously fought to protect in the name of his people.

Jean pulled out a small but heavy bag of mora and put it on the counter before walking towards the door.

Jean:This enough to clear his tab?

Venti:!? Normally I’d feel honored but you really shouldn’t-

Diluc:Consider it clear. It’ll fill up again soon enough.

Jean:That’s fine. The wine here is good after all. I just hope the next few bottles will be for a merrier occasion.

The proud knight finally left, leaving Diluc to watch Venti slowly put his head back down and sigh.

Diluc:I hope you know you’re cut off for the night.

Venti:Fine by me. I’m sobering up.

Diluc:You’ve seemed sober for a while now.

Venti:Emotionally, Diluc. Emotionally… Thanks for being here.

Diluc:…It’s my tavern.

Venti:(Oh boy…how to handle this? It’s too late now but maybe tomorrow I’ll catch her before work and-”

“Lord Barbatos, please hear my prayers…”

Venti:….

xxxxxx

“I know what I’m about to say might make me seem pretty fickle as of late. To be honest, I’m not even sure if what’s happened is your will or pure coincidence. Either way, Venti has stopped talking to me lately. Now I know last time I was practically begging to clear my thoughts of him so I could continue doing my best, but…I was wrong to do so. He just might bring out my best. Or at least.. my joy; a joy that I don’t want to lose. Now that I see how that might be over I….…… Please. Please don’t let it be over. I want to see him; truly see him. I know it’s greedy and again, fickle of me, but it’s the truth. May the wind lead.”

xxxxx

The girl undid her hands and wiped her face of welling tears that threatened to fall. Already in her nightgown and hair undone, she stood up after praying by her bedside to try and rest her mind. However, a sudden knock at the door caught the girl’s attention and she made her way down stairs to see who it was; assuming it had to be her sister.

As she cracked the door open to peek, her heart nearly stopped. Barbara opened it slowly to see Venti standing there with Cecilia flowers in his hand. The boy stood rather rigid and had a flushed color across his face. Though he tried to hide it by looking at the ground with a bow.

Venti:H-Hello. I know it’s pretty late but I wanted to apologize if I’ve been pretty distant lately. I could see how stressed you were about the choir situation and I could sorta see I wasn’t really helping the situation by bothering you so I thought it would be best to-

Barbara: Hic

Venti looked up and gasped, seeing the Deaconess of the church crying before his eyes, her face growing red. Years of living, but Venti was ill equipped to deal with a girl crying so meekly in this situation. He try to hold in his panic to not wake anyone as he wrestled with the idea to hug her in this situation or not.

Venti:Hey now. Please don’t cry! I’m- I’m sorry. I should’ve said something to you.

Barbara:No, it’s not your fault. I just.. I don’t know why I thought for some reason you might hate me!

Venti:I could never hate you….

His voice, so calming, so certain of those words. His eyes stared at her with a familiar gentleness and sincerity as she felt his left hand brush away her tears while she calmed down. Venti finally flashed a smile as he put the flowers in her hand to clutch tightly. Barbara couldn’t help but feel a little silly inside, but silently she understood Venti wouldn’t think so at all. Barbara finally returned his smile.

A sense of ease hit them both. Venti gave a small curtsy, his job completed. As he turned to let the girl get some well deserved rest, he froze as he felt warmth grab his right hand. Venti dared to turn back around and look at her puffy eyes and flushed face under the moonlight that somehow managed to melt and break his heart. It was moments like these he envied mortals. He had no one to pray to; nobody at all to grant him strength. Though he may be the god of freedom, Venti understood himself well enough to know he was completely at the mercy of Barbara’s words. He could feel his heart race and hoped his redness was mistaken for drinking. It would all me over if he heard her say…

Barbara:Don’t go. Can we talk some more?

Venti:Barbara I-

Barbara:Please? Stay with me.

Maybe he had grown weaker than he thought? Perhaps it was the wine, or the simple truth he understood how courage it took her to say that. Regardless of the reason, Venti let those word’s echo in his heart like a lost hymn; he let it play out as he followed behind Barbara into her home. Tonight in the land of the Anemo Archon, Venti the bard was given a sanctuary by a woman who without realizing it had answered his prayers. A prayer to be welcomed in lovingly with open arms; like he was so many years ago by another with a song in their heart.

#genshin impact #barbara pegg #jean gunnhildr #diluc ragnvindr #venti the bard #lord barbatos #venbara #genshin ships

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ownedbythescribe · 2 years ago

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Mondstadt | Lost In You

ıllı Synopsis: Lost in your eyes, in your voice, and in your touch. Even with a simple turn, these men are captivated. For them, there is only you.

ıllı Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader

ıllı A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one! The characters might be a bit out of character, but when in love, I guess they can’t be faulted.

🍁 ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ — PRINCEPS CRETACEUS

Ever since the Traveler quelled the anger and corruption residing in Stormterror’s heart, the winds within Old Mondstadt had calmed down. It was safer to explore even when alone, but caution was still exercised considering the number of monsters remaining in the area. As one of the researchers in the Knights of Favonius, you were delighted to uncover the unknown history of Decarabian’s sovereignty. Most artifacts unearthed from the rubbles deep in the spire tower were barely hanging by a thread. You had the mistake of holding a stack of paper there only for it to crumble. Even with alchemy, it could only hold for a few hours.

“Every day, I’m grateful for Albedo’s patience in teaching me alchemy. None of these would reach Mondstadt even with careful transportation. Hmm? This is… a diary of Amos?” You muttered, recalling the tragic love story between her and Decarabian. From what historians had written, Amos was Decarabian’s lover whom she begged to see the outside world. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, and so she joined the rebels. During the war, she was brutally killed by none other than her lover.

Historians said that she delusions herself into thinking that Decarabian loved her, and if she were to join the other side, she might get him to look her way again and see the birds fly. Her love was never reciprocated to begin with, they say. However, a part of you thought that the former Anemo Archon must have held affection for her. You knew that Decarabian was a cowardly god keen on keeping his people safe, even in despotic ways. The people of Old Mondstadt saw this as tyranny.

“Decarabian probably thought that this was the best solution. He chose to accept the hate of his people in place of his love. Gods can be narrow-minded at times. He might have found a better solution if he had communicated with the other gods. Of course, I have no qualms with Barbatos, just that….” You stopped, eyes boring at the diary in your lap. During their final moments, what face did Decarabian make when he slayed her? What about Amos?

Tears welled up in your eyes just imagining the heartache of such a tale. It might be one-sided, just as historians claimed, but there could also be a hidden story unseen by the naked eye. Decarabian must have cherished Amos at one point in his life, but how desire blinded him. There was no telling what was running in the god’s mind. Carefully closing the book, you heaved out a sigh and reminisced about your relationship with the Chief Alchemist. Albedo was usually out in Dragonspine for his experiment. Oftentimes, he would come back to the city to check up on you and Klee and report to Jean. He tried to spend time with you, but it was rare. One could measly count the number of times Albedo took you out on a date with their hands compared to the number he spent with Sucrose and Timaeus.

“But I can’t be jealous because Sucrose and Timaeus are sweet people. Albedo also assured me that… we will go to the Windblume Festival together.” You sighed, pulling your knees closer to your chest.

Momentarily, you heard light footsteps coming your way. You glanced behind. Lo and behold, it was Albedo. He was about to ask about your findings until he noticed your red-rimmed eyes. The Chief Alchemist paled, panic starting to settle in his guts.

“Why are you crying, Flower? Did something happen?” He kneeled by your side and cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears that slid down your eyes. His familiar warmth engulfed your senses, and you wanted nothing more than just be selfish, to tell him your deepest desires.

Albedo noticed a diary in your lap, and based on the tenuous pages peaking from the leather cover, it must be one of the ancient relics you dug up. He gave you the ‘Please explain’ look, which you did. Theories and thoughts about Old Mondstadt quickly flew out of your lips as he listened attentively. He noticed one particular topic you seemed so eager about: Amos and Decarabian.

“I see. Indeed, we can never know the thoughts running in a god’s mind, but it doesn’t mean they cannot be understood. I saw cowardice in Decarabian, but he tried to love his people in his way. It was seen as tyranny because he could not communicate properly with them. As for Amos, her love is commendable. She was true to her heart, but in the end, only Decarabian could say if she truly reached him. My view of relationships back then was different. I found it bothersome, especially when maintaining it, but now, I see it as something to look forward to. Do you know why it is, (Y/N)?” He asked, a strange twinkle evident in his eyes. You gave him a confused look which elicited a chuckle from him. He held your right cheek and pulled you for a quick kiss.

“It’s because I get to feel the warmth you humans give. You make me feel like I can be myself in your arms and have nothing to worry about. Lastly, amongst the spectacular sceneries I’ve seen, you are the most fascinating.” He admitted. Your lips quivered at his words. Albedo spoke the assurance you needed, even without you asking for it. You held his hand and looked him in the eyes.

“Do you think we can have a date this week, ‘Bedo? I really missed you.” You asked, a hint of hope tainting your tone. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, I’d like that. We can do anything you want.”

🍁 DILUC RAGNVINDR — NOCTUA

“Oh, dear. It seems like you really have not seen your spouse.” Kaeya remarked, surprised about his brother’s casual demeanor. He meant the usual glare and sarcastic attitude the redhead always gives him. The Cavalry Captain slowly sat down in his chair and tilted his head. Irritated by this, Diluc turned to him.

“What do you want?” He gruffly asked. Kaeya raised his hands in concession. The star-eyed male told him he saw you irritated beside the flower stand, mumbling about ungrateful husbands and substandard communications with their partner. Poor Flora, the young one instantly became the target of your anger.

After hearing his words, Diluc paled. He wondered if he had forgotten an important date lately or did not give you enough attention. There was no such moment, but it could be him deceiving himself. Kaeya noticed that change in his demeanor as he furiously wiped the glass and ignored the other side's shoutings. Luckily, Charles was there to keep them civil, at the very least.

“Did you do something, Diluc?” He asked, a hint of teasing evident in his tone, which he immediately masked with a serious one. The redhead gulped and immediately diverted his eyes from anyone. He was sure that there was nothing he forgot or did not do. The date you two planned was still in two days. Plus, he already had everything ready.

“I-I’m not sure, but this is none of your business, Kaeya. Why are you even telling me this?” He asked, finally finding it suspicious. Kaeya shrugged and commented that you were his in-law. He wanted nothing but happiness in your relationship.

Diluc was far from convinced, but he soon found himself thinking about why you ranted about such topics. You two promised to be honest with each other, even at inconvenient times. He remembered you brutally informed him of his dry fashion that Adelinde even joined you. He sulked for a day until you pampered him.

‘Should I wait for them at home early? Charles can handle the bar for the night, and… maybe I could get them some flowers too.’ He thought. Firm with his decision, he approached Charles and talked about it. The bartender was not surprised by his boss’ actions, so he let him go. However, he was curious about the Cavalry Captain.

“Young Master, you know it’s not Master Diluc that (Y/N) had been mouthing off, right?” He asked while preparing the captain’s usual order of Death After Noon.

“Hmm? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Charles. Oh, can you give me some skewers as well?” He grinned. Charles merely shook his head.

Once you were home from your commissions, you were surprised to see Diluc sitting on the couch, tapping his foot nervously. Not only were you confused by his behavior, but also the fact that he was home early. You were aware of his night activities and busy schedule, but that did not stop you from marrying the man. There was no celebration today, and the date you two scheduled was two days away.

“Honey, why are you home early? And why do you look skittish?” You asked, giving Adelinde your groceries before sitting down beside him.

Instantly, you had a bouquet of Cecilias and Windwheel Asters on your face. You were baffled by the gift, but more so when your husband spouted apologies and nonsense in your wake. It was until you told him to slow down that you could understand what he was saying.

“Kaeya told me that you were irked by my lack of affection and gratitude, but please know that I appreciate you, Love. Every day I wake up, I’m grateful that you chose me. I can’t even begin about the things I love about you but—“ You immediately placed a finger on his lips, your cheeks flushed at his words. He was a man of few words, but this? It was too much for your heart.

“I’m sorry, Honey. I think I know what you’re talking about. It’s my commission. One couple placed a commission for me to be a delivery person to give their angry lover flower and gifts with so little money. I got mad because the guy could not even spend a little more for his lover. It’s not you, I promise.” You sheepishly explained, but when you turned to him, Diluc had a scary aura surrounding him.

“That… stupid icicle… He’s going to pay for this.” He muttered. You shook your head, then cupped his cheeks.

“I appreciate every word you said, though. It’s not often you assure me why you married the little old me. Even though our date is two days away, do you want to have a little fun dinner with me, Honey? We can cuddle after.” You suggested. Diluc huffed before pulling you closer to him, nodding at the suggestion. Caressing his hair, you gave him a peck.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He whispered, nuzzling your stomach.

“I love you too, Diluc.”

The next day, Kaeya was banned from Angel’s Share for a week. You patted his shoulder in condolence before leaving for your commissions.

🍁 KAEYA ALBERICH — PAVO OCELLUS

“I can’t believe it! It’s actually snowing this year. Kaeya, look! The street is already covered in white.” You voiced, eyes twinkling at the wonderland ahead of you. The Cavalry Captain was also in awe as it did not snow in Mondstadt last year. It was frigid but not snowing, which was unfortunate.

“Be careful now, Snowflake. You might slip in thin air before you know it.” He teased. You glared at him, but you skidded down the stairs just as he said that. It was so sudden that Kaeya had little time to react. He reached for your left hand and covered you with his body.

Landing with a thud, you glanced at Kaeya and fussed for any injuries. His periwinkle-blue orbs watched you momentarily before pulling down with him for a kiss. Before you could react, he pulled away with a cheeky smile.

“You dummy! I was worried, and you kiss me? Geez!” You huffed, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Kaeya got up and brushed the snow off your head before pulling you up.

“You just looked beautiful, Snowflake. No need to get embarrassed. How about we order the special hot chocolate at Sarah's?” He urged. Your attention was immediately piqued. Not only was their special hot chocolate good, but it was also perfect for the day’s weather.

When you arrived, there was already a line for the drink. Children and couples were out for the day, which warmed your heart. Kaeya noticed your contented face and squeezed your hand. A grin made its way to your face. Soon, it was your turn to order.

“Two cups, please! And… could you more mallows in mine, Sarah?” You hoped. Already knowing your sweet tooth, the owner complied.

“Can’t get enough of sweetness when you’re already so sweet with your lover, (Y/N)?” She teased. You pouted, to which they chuckled. Truly adorable for anyone.

After getting your orders, you two walked towards the bridge and watched the sky blanket Mondstadt in white. You tiptoed forward to get a better look, but Kaeya held your arm in warning. You gave him a bashful look before leaning on his side.

“I wish we could spend more time like this.” You unconsciously muttered. A regretful gleam crossed his eyes, which disappeared as you tightened your hold on his jacket.

“Thank you for this. I can’t wait for our next date.” A grateful smile presented itself on your face. Kaeya nuzzled his head on your neck and kissed it.

“I promise. Next time, we’ll have a longer date. Maybe we can go to Sumeru like you’ve always wanted.” He teased. You lightly laughed, tightening your hold on his. It was a silent promise between you two.

🍁 VENTI — CARMEN DEI

The first day of the Windblume Festival had ended, and there were a lot of new faces around. Most of the people you met were from Sumeru, and they were an interesting batch. Personally, you found the General Maha— apologies, Adventurer Cyno the most entertaining. His unusual jokes even amused Albedo, yet his companions seemed tired of his musings. However, they faced a conundrum that could only be solved with their shared efforts. You prayed to Barbatos that he would keep them safe in their endeavors.

Speaking of Barbatos, the windborne bard was nowhere to be seen. You knew he might be drinking his alcohol somewhere in Mondstadt, but it was unusual for him not to tell you a thing or two. The only interaction you had with him was when you left your shared house to help with the festivities.

“And I brought his favorite apple pie and Dandelion wine too. What a bummer. Could he be at the oak tree again?” You muttered, feet taking you to the said destination. However, the moment your gaze landed on the area, there was no hint of Venti being there. It started to worry you. Shifting your eyes to the sky, you sighed.

Suddenly, a familiar tune reached your ears. It was muddled, but you recognized it as the music Venti had been playing and revising for days. It was good as it was, but he pressed that it needed to be the best. For what reason? He did not say.

Following the tune in the wind, you found yourself in Starsnatch Cliff. The starry sky captivated you. The intricate details filled your mind with wonder.

‘Even though we’re so small compared to the vast sky, I’m still grateful to see this beauty in my life.’ You thought. The wind blew once again, and it carried a new tune. This time, it was complete and full of emotions.

Venti sat by the cliff, still playing the tune he had revised for this moment. The winds whispered your arrival, and he knew that you would prefer to listen in silence, so he did. Every note the bard took bewitched your heart, falling deeper in your affections. By the time he was done, he had smiled at you and urged you to sit beside him.

“Did you like my gift to you, Windblume?” He anxiously asked. You blinked owlishly. It was his Windblume gift for you. No wonder it felt like it was composed in your image.

“I did, Venti. It was the most beautiful piece I’ve heard in my life.” You voiced, a soft smile gracing your lips. He took your right hand and pecked it.

“All for you, my dear Windblume. Oh? Is that Dandelion wine I smell?” An excited gleam twinkled in his eyes. You shook your head at his enthusiasm before taking out the food you had prepared for him.

“Since my Windblume cooked my favorite dish for me, I shall gift you another precious item!” He exclaimed.

Before you could ask, a single Cecilia appeared in his hand. You could tell that it was different from the other species around you. Venti grinned and claimed he used his power to protect and preserve the flower. Hence, it would not wither away or get damaged when you are out for commissions. You reached for it and smiled. It seemed like all Venti did for today was make your lips curl up. A contented sigh left your lips before you went for your surprise.

“Huh—“ You pulled Venti down for a soft kiss. He tasted sweet, a hint of Dandelion wine on his tongue. The archon flushed at the intimacy, but he welcomed it. Venti slumped on your figure while you held his cheek to deepen the kiss. It was not usual that he got to see this side of you. He loved it.

“Happy Windblume Festival, Venti.”

Please do not copy or repost my stories, but notes and reblogs are always appreciated!

#genshin impact #genshin #fluff #romance #slight angst #albedo #diluc #kaeya #venti #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #venti x reader

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enkvyu · 1 year ago

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10:56pm — albedo;

break ups are messy, the lingering feelings of preserving love never ceasing to cling onto day-to-day objects, reminding you of sweet what-ifs. sometimes, you can see its remains piled onto a familiar jacket hanging abandoned in your closet, and amogst the dust, what is that staining its fabric?

you think it would have been better if you just hated him.

maybe then it would have been easier, easier to tolerate, easier to forget. but the reason you love him remains even when his love has long but fizzled out.

“name.” albedo calls, and it takes every fibre of your being to stop yourself from running away. oh, if the ground could open up and swallow you whole right now.

still, perhaps its that damned love that makes you turn with a smile on your face. “albedo, did you need something?”

“you came at the perfect time. sucrose went out moments ago but i needed a participant for my experiment. would you mind helping out?” his voice is as you always remembered and with a bitter thought, you wonder if your separation had affected him like it did you.

you wonder if your love had ever affected him, ever.

“the experiment can’t wait until she comes back?”

“something like that.”

you hum thoughtfully. “sorry, i’m a little busy. i could find someone else to help you though.”

albedo regards you. “it won’t take long.”

“i really don’t think i can.”

“because you’re too busy?”

“right.”

you don’t move. it’s that damned love again, holding you in place because though you hate it, hate how he looks at you like he still loves you, hate how he’s right there, within an arm’s reach and if you tried you could hold out your hand and touch him again, you know you can’t.

“name, listen. is this about what we had?” albedo speaks up again, and against better judgement, you bristle.

“what do you mean?”

“i can’t help but feel you’re uncomfortable around me because of something in the past. please correct me if i’m wrong.”

“you’re wrong.” you lie and your heart shudders at your words. “i don’t care about whatever was in the past. it's in the past for a reason."

“i didn’t mean to hurt you, name.” he takes a step forward, feet crunching in the snow.

you suck in a breath, equally taking a step back. “you know, you’re really bad at comforting people. especially considering the fact that i don't need comforting.”

the way he looks at you, like you're just another broken thing he could fix with enough research, like you're something curious to him, like you're interesting. like you're an anomaly he can't wait to flip inside out and back around. he's always looking at you, never with you.

"name." he says again, like you'd forgotten your name and he was the only one who could tell you who you were. "let's have a talk. i don't like having this distance between us."

but oh, who cares if he'll never treat you like a person, who cares if he's only playing around with you? you'd throw yourself off a cliff if you could guarantee he'd watch you the entire time, that distant, faraway look in his eye like you're only taking up his time until you're no longer special.

"i don't want to talk to you." you choke out. "we don't need to talk. there is nothing between us, no distance, no feelings, nothing. can't you let me go now that you've left me behind?"

"so i was right." albedo nods. "it is indeed because of our past relationship. i understand now."

"you don't get anything!"

"it's okay to get mad."

"oh, shut up albedo! can't you see that you're only making things worse?"

"i just wanted to let you know that your feelings are as expected."

you laugh and hope it covers up the pathetic sob that escapes your throat. instead, it only sounds more disgusting. you hate that you worry what he thinks of you still, maybe that's why you had taken more time than usual leaving your house.

"you really know nothing. despite all the time you spend locked up studying archons know what, you know nothing more than everyone else."

albedo and his stupid gaze, albedo and his know-it-all, it feels all too condescending. "insulting me won't make you feel better."

"but i want it to." your nose runs, and you're not completely certain it is because of the cold snowy air.

"let's continue this inside. it would worry me if you caught a cold." he angles his body to let you in and when you catch a glimpse of the interior, you feel a cold that penetrates to your bones.

the traveller meets your eye and gives you a smile, though their eyes are unsure. "is this the other participant to your experiment?" they ask innocently.

albedo looks away from you to nod, unfreezing you from your spot. without another word, you take a step back, then another and finally turn your back to the place you once call home, running into the nothingness hoping that same nothingness could numb your heart.

you're aware of the fact that he's yelling your name behind you, but those shouts easily die out in the wind. for once, you are thankful for the cold. it hurts, the chilling wind giving you whiplash from the burning sensation in your lungs as you run wherever your feet take you.

oh archons, he's already moved on. he's found someone else, i was that disposable to him. he's find someone else. i'm no longer the only one for him.

the first sob comes out overflowing. it spills everywhere as it's finally released. the next isn't as easy, you're gasping in as much air as you're releasing, but the one after that is less painful. forget him, your brain is screaming, you deserve better, it's saying.

but even as you cry out your poor, withered heart, you're hoping he could see you somehow and take in your pitiful self. still, somehow, you're hoping that he's intrigued with your wild reaction and you're still wishing he was watching you as you drop to the snow, you're still hoping he'll wrap you in his cold embrace.

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vivinens · 1 year ago

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attention, please !

character(s): childe.

summary: he's a famous musician, and you're just his tired doctor being dragged along for the ride.

modern au. female reader. thank you all so much for the love on my previous post, i wasn't expecting my first one to do so well...! i hope you enjoy this longer one shot <3

You have got to be seeing a mirage, hallucinating, or both. There is no other explanation for why you can clearly see worldwide pop-rock sensation Childe hanging around inspecting heads of cabbage at your local supermarket.

You almost walk into a column when you see him, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously loud against polished concrete. You're sure your stance is reminiscent of those who come face to face with a tsunami or some similarly awful natural disaster.

You see Childe right in front of you, and you're dressed in yesterdays sweatpants with remnants of runny teary mascara on your cheeks. You can't go up and ask for his autograph. Your pride hardly let you go out in public after a week of sulking over your latest breakup, and now it's challenged by this? You must be being tested by some higher power.

He's still looking at the cabbages. How different could they be from each other? It's been multiple minutes. God, his hair looks even more perfectly disheveled in person. You suppress the urge to fall to the ground and pray for mercy.

He finally picks out one. You breathe in deeply, resolutely, and turn away. How didn't he notice you? He must be used to eyes on him at all times. You begin trying some breathing exercises as you guide your cart full of comfort food to the self checkout. You start trying to convince yourself, maybe it wasn't even him, it was probably just a trick of the light. Even though that was definitely him—he even has that burn scar on his forearm he talked about on some late night talk show a few years back.

"My little sister is not to be trusted in the kitchen," he laughed as the camera zoomed in on his arm, and the crowd laughed alongside him. You distinctly remember crying over the sight of his bare wrist like some fragile victorian-era duke.

...Whatever, so maybe it is him. So what? Who cares? Certainly not you! You're an adult woman with bills to pay, not a little girl that has posters with fraying edges on her wall.

You finish checking out your groceries, internally screeching all the while. It's only when you're back in your car, safe and sound and alone, that you allow yourself to scream loud enough to alert passerby.

You comfort yourself by saying it was over now. You never had to see his beautiful face again—everything was totally and completely under control.

"Hello," one of the nurse's assistants, Sucrose, knocks on your already opened door politely. "Sorry to bother, but your patient is ready for you now."

You look up at her over your cup of disgustingly unflavored coffee—you had felt like you needed it after your hellish rounds this morning. You're sure you look as dead as you feel, because Sucrose shies away from your stare. God, you hope you remember to apologize to the poor girl later.

"Patient? I'm not due for another appointment until ten, with Mrs. Peterson?" Your voice comes out slow, tired.

Her face falls, "No one told you? This patient needs to see a specialist as soon as possible, you should have been notified this morning..."

Knowing your luck and the morning you've had, it was probably your fault you messed up the schedule. You thank Sucrose for letting you know, and ask her to guide you to the exam room the patient is waiting in.

She briefs you as much as she can on the patient and his situation. Apparently, he was having problems with a strained voice and his agent forced him into seeing a specialist. As you flip through his files, you silently think to yourself that it's likely nothing too serious or rare. He's a young man who doesn't smoke with a relatively normal medical history, and if anything this was just a case of a vocal cord lesion or something similarly benign.

You enter the examination room, your eyes still on the blood work he had done, and spout a script about your name and routine checkups. It's a wonder how you hadn't noticed it at that point, looking back on it.

"...aren't you a little young to be a doctor?" The patient suddenly says, voice so hoarse you almost don't recognize it. Keyword almost. It takes everything in you to not let your jaw drop in shock.

No, no, you would not let this get you. You were a doctor, damn it. A professional. You worked your ass off for eight years to get where you are now, and you would not let that wash away like sidewalk chalk when it rains—even if Childe is your patient.

Deep breaths. Just breathe. Think of this like its a test.

"I'm twenty-six, but really, I don't see how my age has anything to do with your vocal chords," you smile brightly, your act perfectly in place. This was fine, you can work with this. "Did you have anyone who could speak in your place? I'd rather you not strain your voice any more than you have to."

Instead of answering, he lets out a low whistle, which is actually quite amazing considering how fried his vocal chords sound. "Twenty-six? And you're the Laryngologist my agent recommended?" He flashes a smirk. Practiced, totally fake, but it still sends your heart dropping down to your feet. "Impressive."

Your eye twitches. Why is he trying to draw out conversation like this? What is his goal? Because right about now, all he's succeeding in doing is slowly killing you.

"Thank you, Ajax—" his name, oh god you just said his name, "—but about someone to speak for you...?"

"My agent is busy trying to fix things for my upcoming tour," he sighs loudly, scratching the back of his head as he does. "And my parents are in Europe for their anniversary..." he looks up at you sheepishly. "I'd rather not worry my mother with this, you see."

You nod along. You already know he has a chronic case of Mama's boy, after being a fan of his for over a decade you've seen plenty of clips of him talking about his mother and all she does for him.

"I see. Well then, I'll handle the talking from now on, alright? Let's get started on a routine checkup." You say, placing your clipboard on the available counter. You're surprised the damn thing didn't break in two with how hard you were gripping it.

You perform the checkup with minimal issues, thankfully. A wave of guilt washed over you right before you began, and it practically scared you into being as impartial as possible. Childe—Ajax... he should have a doctor who wouldn't have shaky hands when pressing against his back for a heartbeat check.

He deserves a good doctor, and damn it all if you're not going to be the absolute best you can be. After about ten minutes of routine checkups, you're no closer to getting your diagnosis. You sigh before reluctantly telling Ajax the news.

"You'll need to come in tomorrow for a laryngoscopy," you say, fully absorbed in your observations as you think over what exactly you should be saying. "I'll be able to say something more definitive then. Make sure you prepare for the procedure—and get someone here with you, alright? You won't be able to drive yourself home afterwards."

He hums in reply, quiet and so unlike the Childe you've seen over the years. He looks... not worried, per say, just tired. A lot like you, actually. You're sure he's been stressed, a planned nationwide tour cannot be easy to organize. And this vocal injury must have only added to the stress, you feel your heart ache, and in a moment of pure determination, you open your mouth to speak again.

"I'm sure it's only a lesion," your voice is softer than it has been, a pitiful attempt at reassurance. "If you're diligent about rest, you should be able to have your treatment and recovery finished in just under a month."

He softens just a bit at that, sighing quietly as he collects himself to leave. Its a few short minutes of quiet as you read over everything you had recorded during the exam, when you hear him walk over to you. You're expecting him to shake your hand, or ask for a pen, or like, do anything other than what he does next.

He leans down, which is quite far considering you're still sitting, and his lips are right beside your ear when he whispers;

"Thank you."

He leans back up, smiles down at you, and walks out of the exam room; any previous trace of doubt or tiredness completely wiped from his person. You wish you could say the same for yourself, because you sat there for the next twenty minutes, contemplating the meaning of life.

Your choice of career was clearly a mistake.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #💬 vivi is typing

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shitposting-puppet · 1 year ago

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A list of Genshin character headcanons and personal ships that Just Make Sense

This will also feature Aether as the traveler, im sorry-

Heizou was a victim and a perpetrator of the VHD. He lost his vision about 8 months in.

As a result he has difficulty with his emotions as well as the emotions of others. He's very inept, a genius but emotionally inept.

Kaveh and Al Haithem don't hate each other, but they definitely are not good friends.

Speaking of, I think Kavehthem is super toxic. Source? My parents were just like them before getting divorced and now they dont talk to each other.

Kaveh's hurt line of: "I've been through worse" yeah... He had a shitty ex.

The ex was a Dottore clone.

The same Dottore clone is how Lisa found out she was lesbian lol.

Diluc and Eula get fake married.

Eula so that she's finally rid of all ties to the Lawrence Clan

Diluc because he's so tired of getting hit on at the tavern...

Dehya and Yoimiya have prosthetics.

Poly5WIRL

(-Wanderer.) That man is so aroace istg

Heizou is also dating Tighnari. No I will NOT elaborate.

Meanwhile Aether is additionally dating Kaeya and Albedo

(who are also dating cause why wouldn't they?)

Heizou and Sara are each other's chosen family.

They eventually legally change their last names so that they're legally siblings too.

Heizou originally wanted to live on Watasumi, but the first time he escaped there he was found and dragged back home.

Speaking of: Heizou was born and raised on Yashiori, specifically in Higi Village.

When Heizou ran away to Watasumi, thats where he met Kokomi and Gorou.

Gorou is trans mtf. Her name is Hina. You cannot change my mind.

Hina and Koko? Married.

Ayato and Itto? Dating. I love they.

Thoma is a fucking wolf hybrid you cant change my mind! He can shape shift!

Also Noelle is his little sister i just

holds them gently

Cynonari is married, Collei is their long-suffering daughter.

Cyno continues to try and ask Kaveh out.

Kaveh continues to be super oblivious.

Kaveh 🤝 Collei = Trauma from Dottore.

Wanderer chose to go to college over hanging out with Traveler and their friends....

Only to end up talking to them anyway. He is Suffering.

Kaeya has Pyrophobia from the Fight.

Al Haithem is a dick. Like he won't bring up trauma or misgender you, but he's still an absolute asshole.

Why is he an ass? Because he knows and deliberately hurts others feelings. He is aware of what he's doing.

Al Haithem is also deaf + autistic. Yes, you can be disabled and still be an asshole.

Kaveh and Al Haithem are Autistic on Autistic Violence

The Nameless Bard's name is Raven, because I am a sucker for Dramatic Irony. Also because I like it.

Childe has chronic pain and early-onset arthritis

Shenhe is actually Chongyun's mom, she gave him away when he was a baby for his safety, and the cover story she and the village gave was that she's just an aunt.

Opposite to how Chongyun's energy is pure Yang, Shenhe's is pure Yin, making her much more likely to attract demons

Heizou and Sango genuinely cannot get along.

Kaveh is actually from Aaru Village. Well, before his dad moved them to the rainforest.

Kaeya actually resent his Khaenri'ahn heritage, as it gave him the impossible burden of spying on a nation.

Btw, Kaeya would choose Mondstadt over Khaenri'ah anyday.

Diluc has a room for Venti at the Winery.

Also, Diluc and Jean are not the only ones who know Venti is Barbatos. He aint that slick.

Albedo, Sucrose, Kaeya and Hu Tao also know.

Sucrose and Albedo? Figured it out themselves.

Kaeya? Found out by accident after Venti got too drunk.

Hu Tao? She already had suspicions that Zhongli was Morax, and Venti showing up along with him, Zhongli and Xiao all being awkward just confirmed it.

Heizou and Yanfei are pen pals. They're besties, Your Honor.

Kazuha and Heizou once did it on the fucking beach during VHD.

This was also 2 years before they started dating. And 3 before they met Aether.

Heizou's a bottom btw. a bratty one.

He and Sango tried dating once while they still got along, but broke up long before they split off

Technically, because of the Irminsul wipe, Venti is still the youngest of the archons. Nahida doesn't know how to feel about this. Neither does Aether.

XIAO IS CANONLY OLDER THAN VENTI ISTG IM NOT JOKING XIAO IS 4000+ AND VENTI IS AROUND 2600 IM FERAL

Anyway

Heizou is allergic to mangoes. And Lavender Melon, and- actually this guy is allergic to near every fruit... Except for sunsettias and pineapples, strangely enough.

This doesn't stop him from eating candy. Much to Sara's horror.

Dw, she has the bfs gang up on him.

Heizou struggles with depression at times. And it's something he goes to therapy for. He hasn't done anything, but for a while it was pretty bad, especially right after the decree ended.

Kaeya has hEDS (Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome)

It means his bones are more likely to dislocate and pop out of socket if he's not careful.

KAEYA FUCKING DUEL WEILDS SWORD AND CATALYS PLEASE MIHOYO GIVE ME CATALYST KAEYA I PROMISE TO BE GOOD

Kaeya is also autistic with some pretty weird sensory issues. The second water gets in his boots this man will toss them off faster than Signora died.

He hates wet socks. Despises them

Yes I'm projecting.

Speaking of Signora. Aether and Venti held a small unofficial funeral for her on Cape Oath. They only had her mask to bury...

Faruzan has all but adopted Kaveh as her grandson. Kaveh has accepted this.

She/they Paimon.

Aether is older than everyone (because, well, physical manifestation of a star) and doesn't tell anyone. He finds it funny

Hes also lactose intolerant. Lumine too.

Aether doesn't let it stop him. Lumine hates this about him.

Fischl is a system

The events of the Aranyaka quest and the Pari quest happened around the same time. How you ask? Aether didn't go to Sumeru alone, he brought Heizou and Kaeya (this is before Hei joined the polycule-)

Its also when Tighnari and Heizou eventually started dating because Heizou kept running off and dragging Kaeya with him when they were supposed to be recovering from the Samsara and Tighnari went "Oh godsdammit i like him..."

Cyno and Nari talked it out and Collei was also cool with it so Nari shot his shot and... It took longer than expected for Heizou to notice...

ANYWAY PARI QUEST

Along with Heizou and Kaeya, Kaveh and Nilou also went with them.

As you've spotted, there isn't a single healer among them

Heizou preoceeds to give Kaeya his spare catalyst and turns that boy into a healer.

"Sorry Aether, I turned your boyfriend into a healer"

The catalyst was the Inazuma craftable one...

Kaveh and Heizou actually hit it off pretty well, bonding over being geniuses in their respective fields

Nilou is Mom friend. Im correct. She calls people "darling" and "sweetheart"

Anemo should be allowed to swirl Dendro so it does in my universe.

Kaeya and Heizou are the ones to find the door to Khaenri'ah... Kaeya doesn't react well and all Heizou has to go on is that maybe the Abyss hurt him somehow

He's kinda right, but its not the full picture.

Also Cynonari have absolutely no clue where those two are at this point... They are Freaking Out because Aether is off doing other things and told them to keep those two in Ghandarvah Ville...

Heizou punches Al Haitham in the fucking face.

Lyney has longer hair, and it's braided over his shoulder like in Lisa's alt skin.

Lyney's outfit is also 30% more slutty because holy shit its an abomination.

The twins are both cats. Lyney is SUCH a catboy (derogatory)

I want that Twink Obliterated.

One-sided LyneyxAether. Lyney gets over it... eventually.

Barbara and Freminet is such a cute ship yall are sleeping

Lyney is canonly Down Atrocious for Aether omg that poor magician

Freminet occasionally drags the twins swimming with him. But only in shallow water cause Lynette doesn't like the water. Lyney does though.

Freminet has killed a man that looked at Lynette wrong. He will kill again.

Lyney: Autistic ADHD

Lynette: Autistic

Freminet: Autistic Agoraphobic (Agoraphobia is the fear of people)

Freminet and Lynette tag team Lyney when he's talking bad about himself

Can you tell i love these guys?

Wriothesley and Clorinde are.... they got Something goin on

Neuvillette and Furina are married.

Heizou punches Lyney in the face after the trial

Is immediately sent to Solitary Confinement for Inciting a Riot... In front of Wriothesley

"Oh this is bad... This is really bad!" Heizou

"What's wrong man?" Cyno

"I kissed Aether!" Heizou

"Woahhhhhh... I owe Nari and Yanfei so much mora" Cyno

After 4.2 Furina moves in with Venti at the Dawn Winery.

Diluc walked in to see her and Venti playing cards and went "I'll go set up a room."

Also canonly? Heizou is fucking buff. Never forget he can take down the ENTIRE POLICE STATION WITHOUT A VISION

Lyney is just "He could have rocked my shit...why was that hot?"

Wriothesley is Suffering because he lost a match to a twink

Heizou is Not friends with the Orphan Trio lol, but he is friends with Chevreuse. They bonded over shitty dads

Heizou also just goes home with the Inazuma cast after the Fontianalia Film Festival

Yanfei and Cyno also go home lol cause Natlan would not be the best place for them

Heizou, Kano Nana, and Gaming are cousins on their mother's side. Their moms were sisters and grew up in Konda Village.

Gaming and Amber are cousins on the paternal side

Gaming does NOT forgive his father during Lantern Rite. He's also angry at Aether for telling people his private matters.

Heizou is there during Lantern Rite because Favoritism Privilege. Heizou is also upset because he's been there.

Heizou's brother is named Yamashi and his mom is Kanae. The father stays nameless bc fuck him.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #shikanoin heizou #kaveh genshin #5wirl #wanderer genshin #genshin impact characters #puppet speaks #alhaithem #lyney and lynette #freminet #neuvillette #furina #focalors #clorinde #wriothesley #gaming #genshin cast

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narcoticwriter · 1 year ago

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Genshin Impact Characters: Barbenheimer/Oppenbarbie Edition

As I myself have seen the movies back-to-back and have changed as a person due to it, I had to get this out of my head.

Commentary & Headcanons below the cut:

I have very specific scenarios in mind and I'm cackling at them:

Beidou and Ningguang were going together, but could not decide on the viewing order, so they went separately and concluded that maybe they shouldn't have watched both movies on the same day.

Yae Miko would have made Ei go with her, but Ei was staunchly stubborn and Miko wanted to get a decent seat.

The rest of the Wanmin Gang tried to make Chongyun go with them to see Barbie, but he was not having it as it would be crowded and his temperament would fly off the handle.

Nahida was determined to see both movies before she would get spoiled by other people's thoughts. The order was decided on 'eeny-meeny-miny-mo'

Yelan stayed behind to ask Beidou or Ningguang which order was better before she did it herself, as she naturally came to the conclusion that the two of them would disagree on the viewing order.

Wherever Arataki Itto goes, Kuki Shinobu follows, lest there'd be public disorder.

Diluc and Rosaria genuinely had no interest in seeing Barbie whatsoever. Rosaria specifically said that it was 'too colorful' for her and for Diluc, it's just a matter of personal preference. They didn't even notice the other was in the theater.

Mika didn't really get the hype as both movies weren't up his alley, but he is looking forward to some of the blockbusters coming out later.

The Knights of Favonius are making an entire event out of it as they all saw Barbie together, dressed up and all.

Eula participated as well, but it was after she walked out of Oppenheimer, after which she was mostly numb for the first half hour.

Sucrose had seen Oppenheimer the day before in an early showing and then joined the Knights for Barbie

Despite popular belief, Sayu does occasionally go out and she did not want to miss out on this event. It was a hassle convincing them to let her into Oppenheimer, but Heizou helped her out. She promptly regretted the decision as both movies punched her in the gut.

Tighnari and Cyno went to see Barbie with Collei and she went to hang out with friends afterward.

Al-Haitham is not going to the theaters. It's too loud and he'd rather read. Kaveh called him boring after the fact and went by himself.

Dehya absolutely committed to the bit and had outfits for both movies. She also begged Candace to participate and miraculously, she had the time.

Fischl thought that Barbie did not go with her persona and as such was only going to see Oppenheimer, but was later convinced to see Barbie and resonated with it a lot more than she thought.

Faruzan was almost thrown out of the theater with her commentary on the movies as they were playing.

Yoimiya happened to run into Childe going into Barbie and they sat next to each other for the movie.

Due to a more remarkable than usual lack of sleep, Layla decided to skip out and see the movies later.

Ayato chose to see Barbie with Ayaka while Thoma managed all of the copious amounts of food that Ayato snuck in.

Those are the ones that I have and feel free to elaborate or add on what you want! Conversation is fun sometimes.

#narky thinks #going ham #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin memes #barbenheimer #oppenbarbie #barbie #oppenheimer

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littleblueberryartist · 2 years ago

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Genshin Neurodivergent Headcanons!

Note: Most of the hcs I have are ADHD related! I know that there's a lot more to neurodivergency than just ADHD, however as someone with ADHD myself I tend to base hcs off on my own experiences and projections lol so if you were wondering this is why

Anyway on with the hcs!

Venti: ADHD

He is. So full of love. He loves deeply and wholeheartedly and cares so damn much be it romantic or platonic attraction (adhd making your feelings feel so big they'll burst right out of your chest)

I think they used to be a lot more emotional back when they first became a god (he's far from stoic and still super expressive now, but he keeps his true emotions under lock and key)

the NB and the Old Mond Gang taught him to love and care and fight for freedom, but they weren't used to the sheer intensity of human emotion (emotional disregulation go brrrr)

holds strong to his ideals and beliefs

the wind is constantly blowing and venti is constantly moving

tons of dopamine from music fr

Coming up with sick rhymes is really mentally stimulating

fast paced brain + 2.6k years worth of experience is how he comes up with new songs and rhymes so fast

Good with words but can get rambly and a bit long winded (not as long winded as ZL tho)

He would do the stimming hand flaps he absolutely would

wing flap stims in archon form too

vocal stims this guy thrills like a bird and makes wind chime noises

hates the texture of cheese specifically but I don't think he says much about the actual taste?? kinda like me with tuna so sensory sensitivity???? (I love cheese tho)

despite being my most brainrotted character I don't have too much in game evidence for ADHD Venti lol it's all vibes

also he's my comfort character so they're just like me fr (and that includes the they/them pronouns)

Yoimiya: ADHD

Easily excited and feels deeply and wholeheartedly (adhd dials feelings up to 100 and that includes the positive ones)

She talks a lot, runs on sentences and sometimes doesn't even realise that she's doing it, changes topics a ton

talkativeness is a way that adhd can manifest and it's one of the ways it shows up in me

her vibes and how she talks reminded me a lot of myself and I got attached (she's just like me fr)

hyperfixates on fireworks don't @ me

Man I sure am lucky I hyperfixated on my family business and never stopped

the colourful lights of the fireworks are a visual stim for her

vocal stims and echolalia

the latter happens a lot when she's hanging around kids bc I do it with little sister

She runs all over the place and is just generally super active and lively (see: her dashing around in the genshin lantern rite promotional vid)

Albedo: ADHD + Autism

only puts in effort and excels in shit that interests him

hyperfixates on art and alchemy he's my inattentive adhd bestie

absolutely twice exceptional (gifted + neurodivergent)

this entire link: https://www.reddit.com/r/Genshin_Impact/comments/mehjk5/hypothesis_albedo_has_adhd_inattentive_type/

He doesn't exhibit many outwardly hyperactive traits but his mind is constantly going

I've seen the Autistic Albedo hc much more than I've seen the ADHD one and I agree with both. Co-morbid king

He likes Dragonspine bc the snow absorbs sound and helps with overstimulation

Sucrose: ADHD + Anxiety

lost her friends before. I'm a bit luckier in this aspect I think, but a lot of adhd peeps have a hard time making and keeping friends

Past rejections have affected how she views herself and her relationships

RSD from both the anxiety and ADHD god help her

This sense of guilt for bothering people just by talking to them even though she knows logically that that's not how it works (aqua your projection is showing-)

Particularly prone to overstimulation by noise because of her enhanced hearing

ND to ND communication with Albedo (and honestly Timaeus too)

Alchemy hyperfixation. Specifically bioalchemy and sweet flower modifications

either way she's the genshin ver of my biology special interest so I want to be friends

Hutao: ADHD (This hc was absorbed over from a friend bc I don't actually know her lore that well)

Whismy!!! Sillay gal!!!

she pulled a me when she was younger and decided "Oh I'm weird? Well guess what I think it's cool so now I will be cringe and free"

would rather die than be bored (me too)

loves pranking and poking reactions out of ppl

Some ADHD ppl like to start drama for the thrill/stimulation

This entire chunk of her character story 1

A lot of ppl with ADHD study or read better while moving around or standing

Doing handstands can also be her way of making things more interesting or challenging (gamification to get rid of boredom)

She's very whimsy as a character but takes her job as a funeral director very seriously

Man I sure am lucky I hyperfixated on my family business and never stopped

Kazuha: some flavour of nd but also ???

very in tune with the environment and good with slight sounds and smells

adhd brain taking in all the sudden random changes maybe???? nature is his interest so it catches his eye and keeps his focus perhaps???? idk the adhd "hey look at that bug" meme

particular about how his food is made even tho he may not always get that luxury with his life as a wanderer, food/sensory sensitivities?????

yeah not too sure on this one but putting here anyway bc I like him

#genshin impact #Venti #Yoimiya #Albedo #Sucrose #Hutao #Kaedehara Kazuha #headcanon #aqua's ramblings

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