#lisa minci x y/n

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Okay, okay how about Rosaria and Lisa with an s/o who is just unbeliavble lucky? Like, the opposite of Bennet.

(Genshin Impact) Rosaria and Lisa's S/O with an incredibly lucky S/O

READER, THE ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT-

Rosaria doesn't believe in fate or anything of the sort.

But after meeting S/O, she's now convinced there must be something out there with a twisted sense of humor.

There's S/O who can fall down the stairs but somehow land perfectly upright, find a pile of Mora that seemingly belonged to no one by a bush, or get a free meal by being the 100th customer that day.

And Sara didn't even do that kind of special at Good Hunter.

(S/O) "Man, that ladder was kind of close to landing on me. Good thing it bounced off that wall and completely away from me, despite the fact it was aiming at me. What luck!"

(Rosaria) "...That's sarcasm right? That has to be."

(S/O) "Hm? No, why?"

(Rosaria) "This is the third time this month."

She pointed behind S/O.

(Rosaria) "Plus, that means its the third time Bennett is underneath it.

A multitude of Knights and the construction worker was helping lift the ladder off of Bennett, who had the ladder land on top of him.

(Bennett) "O-Ow..."

She crossed her arms and looked at Bennett with genuine sympathy.

(Rosaria) "Baebutus really doesn't like that kid, but likes you for some reason."

(S/O) "Barbatos."

(Rosaria) "Same thing. Point still remains though. You're not just kinda lucky. You got the devil's luck."

(S/O) "You think so?"

(Rosaria) "I don't think. I know."

Lisa supposed there had to be some kind of balancing in act.

Poor Bennett would get hit by a falling book that she knew for a fact was secure on the shelf, and S/O would have that book land perfectly in front of them to the exact page they needed.

(Bennett) "Ow! What the?-"

(S/O) "...Oh, perfect! This can help me complete my study!"

Lisa watched with her jaw slightly agape, her tea threatening to spill over from her lack of focus.

(Lisa) "...But how?!"

She doesn't dare question what gives S/O their luck.

Part of her wants to research it, but is afraid of what the consequences of doing so would be.

On one hand, it does make it convenient when the tea leaves that's been out of stock for months suddenly comes back the moment S/O goes shopping.

But there's absolutely no way their luck was naturally that good ALL the time.

Bennett's terrible luck was comedic in a terrible way, but this was getting out of hand.

(Lisa) "That's perfect, now there's two of them..."

(S/O) "What's that, Lisa?"

(Lisa) sigh "Don't worry about it dear."

She simply goes back to drinking her tea, knowing better than to mess with the natural order.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hello, hope you're having a nice day! For the spring event, I'd like to request Lisa and prompt 9. Thank you so muchh <3 <3

“Were you having a nightmare, darling?”

characters: Lisa x reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: I wouldn't mind having nightmares more often if I had someone like Lisa to comfort me afterwards /hj

I hope this matches what you envisioned, if you don't like it just tell me and I'll try again once I have the time/motivation to.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lisa

When Lisa was woken up in the middle of the night by something hitting her body, her eyes immediately darted towards the direction from whence it came from, only to be greeted by the sight of you turning and tossing around. And while her still half asleep brain was just about to speak up, she quickly put a hold on her plan, realizing that you were still sleeping. Something that only caused her to get more confused.

While there were times she saw you move one of your limbs when it laid on something uncomfortable, that was mostly it, no matter how hot or cold it was, no matter how often she pulled the blanket all the way towards her side of the bed, you would remain as stationary as a rock. So seeing your sleeping form move this much was somewhat weird.

At first, she was just going to wait for you to stop moving around before lying down once again, making sure that you had found a comfortable position to sleep, but when you didn’t show any signs of stopping, and instead began periodically mumbling to yourself, Lisa slowly began to put the pieces together.

Before you had any chance to move around for even a single second longer, Lisa grabbed your head and softly pressed it against her chest, petting your hair with one hand while holding you with the other, only to silently smile to herself when you stopped moving once again, your breaths calming down in parallel to your heart beat.

“Were you having a nightmare, darling?”, she asked in a whisper, not being surprised in the slightest about your lack of an answer, falling asleep shortly afterwards.

You wouldn’t be plagued by nightmares for at least a week afterwards.

[beruxyz]

- Annoyingly Adorable

Genshin Women x (Platonic)Child! Reader

"𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝙰 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜."

Characters : Jean, Lisa, Ganyu || (Seperate)

Warnings : Fatherless 😹 (Reader is GN)

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫 || 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚝

- A Mother and an Acting Grandmaster of Mondstadt, She was as usual very busy with stacks upon stacks of complaints from the citizens.

- She loved you very much to the point that she would even let you play inside her office, As long as you were not disturbing her. (And that's saying alot.)

- Perhaps it was the fact that you looked so much like your father that she didn't want to be seperated from you. She didn't want whatever happened to your father to happen to you too due to her ignorance. (Which was just her being really busy.)

- Usually, The Knights or Klee would play with you but Klee was currently in.. Jail as the spark knight puts it and the Knights were too busy to play with you since a particular potion shop decided to appear out of no where.

-And.. That left you alone. with your not-so strict, overworked and busy mom. In a room. Together.

- You were not gonna do anything, It was just that it was too boring and the awful sound of pen scratching against the paper was probably the only entertainment a child could have in this barren wasteland. Playing with toys given to you by Mr. One Eye and Lady Lisa was already boring you to death.

- So.. You decided to leave the office, Closing the door fast as your mom was about to say no.

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"Y/N get back ʜᴇʀᴇ-" Jean's voice was soon muffled by the door closing. A child out of their parent's sight is a child to fear because no amount of pestering is gonna be able to calm them down unless you get the parent themselves.

You were not gonna do anything, Maybe perhaps try to picklock the door to Klee's jail (Didn't work) or maybe you could try to steal a book in the library (Lisa saw you immediately upon entering) or maybe you should just hide, Yes! Hide, Hide and Seek! Oh you were so happy upon having that sudden thought in your little head as you ran around the Favonius Headquarters with a toy in hand and no adult supervision.

It was not in Jean's checklist to spend almost half the day trying to find and catch you. Even with the knights who came back to HQ upon her request to help her find and catch her child was ALSO not part of her checklist! Ah, This was too much already, This sure will put a bad image on not only her but also the knights!

"Y/N." A stern voice spoke behind you as you were sitting, facing the wall giggling to yourself. Perhaps it was the lack of softness in her voice that absolutely terrified you as you slowly looked behind you with fear in your eyes. "Mom.. Hi!" You spoke nervously, Standing up from your hiding spot as you gripped the hand of your toy tightly.

"No more games. Come now, Mom is very tired of this." The softness in Jean's voice returned as a sigh escaped her. Jean picked you up, A stern look on her face before breaking out into a soft smile. You just reminded her too much of your father.

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢 || 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚝

- The one and only Favonius Librarian and your mom, She may not seem like it but even librarians like her tend to be overworked most of the time, Especially the appearance of the Potion Shop that the Acting Grandmaster wanted to put up. Safe to say it was going pretty well.

- You and Lisa were often seen sitting next to the Potion Stand, You usually drawing on the coloring book that Mr. Kaeya gave you and Lisa sipping on her cup of tea while reading the Market demands.

- Your Mom made sure that she explained to you what will happen if you happened to steal one of the potions. (Lighthearted threats of course, She didn't want you to just up and steal the potions that the Traveler worked hard for.)

- But, Did that stop you? A little bit, You were still curious of the effects of some potions. Like the one that made you get all the wisdom! Like every wisdom in the world?! That would be so cool to use, especially on days where your mom suddenly quizzed you out of no where..

- So perhaps you stole a potion, Maybe two.. Or three. They were just vials, Not the actual potions of course. Paimon made a deal with you to give her some food in exchange for some vial of the potions that the Traveler was making.

- To any costumer that happened to walk by the two of you were very much suspicious and weirded out, Because the two of you looked like you were doing some "strange deals" together.

-A kid and a.. Floating fairy doing deals, Yeah totally normal in today's society of course.

- Paimon told you that the effects would wear out eventually, especially since these were not the actual full blown potions but more of a "sample". Which, You were a bit disappointed about but i mean.. It's better than nothing i suppose.

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"Where have you been? Mom has been worried sick.." Lisa spoke worriedly as she stood up from her seat, Checking to make sure you're alright.

"Im fine, im fine. Me and Paimon were just playing and.. Stuff." You answered with a grin, A grin that if your mom looked too closely at then she will surely interrogate you. "Hmm.. What's that in your pocket sweetie?" Lisa asked with curiousity, Curiousity that was definitely mixed with teasing as a smirk was already plastered on her face.

"Snacks.. Uhh, Paimon gave me some snacks which i know, really weird since she never uh.. Shares food.. Or something." You were practically spewing out sweat like a sprinkler, Looking up at you mom with an Innocent smile. "Mhm.. Empty your pockets." Lisa spoke sternly, A hand already out for whatever was inside your pocket. You just let out a loud groan before emptying your pockets to reveal 3 vials of Wisdom and Constitution potions.

"Why would you need these? Are you hiding something behind me Y/N?" Your mom asked with a serious tone as she examined the vials for a bit before knowing what it was. "Well.. I just wanted to answer your quizzes correctly.."

"But you do answer my quizzes, Sure it's not correct most of the time but that's what matters. Mistakes are proofs that you're trying, and that's what matters, Alright?" Lisa spoke with a soft smile, Crouched down in front of you while softly patting your head. You can never fool you mom and give her a hard time, Because she just turns it into you sobbing at her clothes.

��𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 || 𝙻𝚒𝚢𝚞𝚎

- A Qixing General Secretary and a Mother. Ooh boy, So many things to do and so many papers to go thru, The life of a particular Half-Qilin and Half-Human named Ganyu.

-You, As her sweet (And unfortunately mischievous) pride and joy, Her child is quite literally the only thing that motivates her to get home on time. That is unless a sudden overtime happens which she will suddenly lose all tiredness and fully commit to her work. (Even if she already had fully committed, She just wants to embrace her kid after a long day.)

- Has her child already eaten?

- Complex meeting minutes, disorderly report data... Every day, piles of documents flow by like water, each one personally compiled by Ganyu into clear and concise words in order to assist the Qixing's every decision and negotiation as the papers go through various organizational departments.

- Archons, she misses her child already.

- As the secretary of Yuehai Pavilion, Ganyu undertakes many tasks that ordinary folk do not see. For those that have witnessed her standing by the dock on her breaks or enjoying her breakfast in silence, it is difficult to imagine her in such a position.

- Oftentimes, when she returns home from work at around midnight, She would see you sleeping on her Mentor, cloud retainer's lap. She was quite shocked when she first saw you with her family figure, Apologizing immediately after accidentally waking the two of you up as Cloud Retainer just sighed.

- Recently, After a particular event happened. Ganyu kept seeing a little girl named Shuyu play with you, Which turned out to be her mentor's newest disciple, A disciple from the human world.. Well Ganyu can't be weirded out by it, You yourself was a product of a human man and Ganyu, But that's a story for another time.

- Ganyu of course was very happy that you were making friends with Shuyu, even the other kids in Liyue Harbor has started to hang out with you which made her very proud. But it felt like you were growing too fast, Ganyu is not even sure if you got her Qilin blood as well.. She's only half qilin, Which definitely lessened your chances of you being one. But until you started to show signs that you did in fact have Qilin blood running in your veins, Let her be cuddly and clingy to you.

- This however, Led you to be a bit displeased with your mother's sudden clingyness towards you, Often leading you to ignore her kisses or hugs. (Which Ganyu understood but still very much felt motherly pain from it.)

- You displeased it so much to the point that you would stay out of your mother's sight whenever you were playing with your friends in public. (Knowing that she is the secretary of Yuehai Pavillion.)

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"Y/N! Y/N! Isn't that your mom?" One of your close friends asked while not-so subtly pointing at the direction in which your mother was talking to a merchant, She looked quite angry if you were being honest.

"Yeah, Come on let's go!" You spoke while grabbing your friend's arm, pulling them back as you ran to the other side of Liyue Harbor. Of course, Ganyu noticed this. In fact, She had already finished talking to the merchant the moment you grabbed your friend's arm to drag them away.

As your mother, She quickly followed behind while making sure to be out of you and your friend's sight, She didn't want you running away again to some weird place in Liyue Harbor. (Because archon's know what those alleyways do.)

"Hm.. Wait, Why are we even running? Isn't your mom a Qixing or something?" You friend asked while taking deep breaths, Looking at you with a curious gaze. "Secretary of the Qixing, And i just wanna be left alone right now.. Mom is way too clingy around me, I don't even understand the suddenness of it and why she's suddenly clingy!" You whisper-yelled to your friend, Ranting about your mom while your friend just stayed quiet.

Maybe the reason your friend stayed quiet is perhaps because your mom, Ganyu, is literally right BEHIND you. "Yeah.. Yeah.. Uhh, Well.. Dad needs me in his stall now, Bye bye Y/N!" Your friend spoke hurriedly before leaving you confused.

"What's up with them? Eh, Whatever.." You muttered under your breath before turning around, Only to be met with your mother with a sad frown on her face. "Y/N! I.. I didn't know that you didn't like my hugs! Or kisses! You could have told me you know?" Ganyu whispered, She was talking to you in a public place after all of course and she didn't wanna draw so much attention to the both of you already.

"We're talking later when i get home."

"Ah.. Crap."

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦

[gfdazai]

IT'S LOVE, IT'S ROMANCE.

* Being in a relationship w/ them.

* CW / Established relations, GN reader (I thinkies,) not proofread / edited, I'm making this up as I gooo! Sorry if this is OOC, it's been a wwhile since I've genshided?... Genshinend?.... Yknow. this isnt good im ngl. SO RUSHED this is . unbelievable. It's all over the place but

Ningguang, who showers you with anything that you look at when going window shopping. She doesn't even think twice about the price — despite your refusals, and complaints — she gets you to accept it eventually.

Ningguang, who lets you do her hair as a sign of love. She's a busy lady, it's basically a proclamation of love when she spares enough time for you to sit down, comb her hair and braid it, if you're lucky enough.

Ningguang, who hunts out almost every Qingxin when you say one is pretty. Ningguang, who pays for a crate of cecilias when you say you wished they grew in Liyue.

Beidou,, who brings you back stuff from each of her voyages! ! You say you'd like some fabric from Inazuma? Done. You want wine from Mondstadt? Done, even quicker!

Beidou, who collects shells for you from each shore she comes across. All her treasures (shells), are taking up at least 3 drawers. You don't have the heart to stop her, as she seems so happy when she brings you another pouch everytime she's home...

Beidou, who schedules a whole day for cuddling before she leaves. She refuses to take you with her — scared of you getting hurt, or something — so she spends as much time with you as she can. She forces you to clear your schedule to stay in bed with her all morning, not caring if you had a meeting with whoever, wherever.

Lisa,, who constantly uses you as a guinea pig for her potions. You wanna spend time with her? Okay, just drink this!! Of course, she'd never let anything harm you, she only gives you the potions with the silly side effects.

She'd constantly tease you, calling you petnames that not even the flirtest would think of, just for the amusement of seeing you flustered. If you tease her back, though? It's like a compitition of who get's more flustered first. It's gotten so bad, to the point of the library emptying out because of it.

Lisa, who doesn't even spare you from her punishments as a librarian! Oh, you forgot to give her the book last night? No, no, that simply won't do! She can't be stopping her job for her pretty thing, no, not even for you. ...At least she apologizes afterwards.

Furina,, who 'makes' (gets someone else to make) sweets for you. She somehow knows exactly what you want, and exactly when you want it.

She'd also let you sit in on tea parties, right next to her. She'd make you a little hat like her own, like her own little claim on you, making you sit there and look like her pretty little thing.

Furina, who gets flustered the moment you imply going anything romantic. Holding hands? Not that bad, it'll get her a little flustered. Kissing? She feels like she's having a heart attack after the first kiss the two of you share.

She'd get Neuvillette to get you plushies, preferring to stay with you as he goes to find whatever animal she requested this time. She'd get jealous if you picked a plushie to have in your arms instead of her, whining and wiggling around in the bed until you replace the plushie with her.

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

[urmomspersonalwhore]

Just gonna drop this off for ya:

Thinkin a lot about Miko and Lisa with bunny reader having to share her and fighting over her

They never stop arguing

Always fighting for you.

Whenever Yae Miko eats you out, fingers thrusting inside of you as she sucks your bundle of nerves. Lisa always is the one to say she can do better or whatever Miko is doing is not enough.

Takes turns pounding into you with their strap to prove that they do it better. Always asks you who was the best after they fucked your brains out.

They both tease you non-stop, edging you continuously until you answer their questions on who has better sex. But how could you choose when they're both so good?

In rare moments, they'll hatefuck in front of you when they were arguing.

Lisa buys you a collar, but with only her name so Yae Miko has to buy another tag with hers.

The mage loves to pull on your tail while the kitsune tugs on your ears instead of your hair whenever she is mercilessly thrusting into you.

Note

Sorry it took long to respond! I also apologize for having it so short!

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

[a-certain-romance]

sharing more housewife reader and making people happy fr

this time we got ladies w dicks to make it more intesting

dehya loves her house wife after awhile of being a merc and not being able to see her housewife and catching her ass in the kitchen she just has to bend you over and pull you head a bit while her dick is deep in you doggy style

then we have candace who would be falling inlove with the scent you bring to her house and cooking and cleaning whenever the villiage needed to be proctected just makes her want to 69 with you just so you cna enjoy her dick while also being pleasured at the same time<3

beidou and house wife reader mean that their gonna be dealing with their drunk wife(beidou) 24/7 beidou apperciaite whenever you take care of her while shes drunk and she loves her hard working wife so hard she hates the fact shes been ignoringnyou for drinks so in the small wave riders she fucks you deep and content letting you cock warm her and move your hips against her to just sob and beg her to just doggy style you instead of driving the boat but you arent lifting a finger till your at the island shes gonna fuck you at

jean and lisa w house wife reader is magical like lisa is very teasing and makes you moan every single time she slowly gropes you however for jean you can lay on her lap for hours being cormftable on her thigh without her knowing sometimes (but she does notice and kinda finds it cute) whenever yohr truly all in the mood lisa is on anal while jean just rubs infront of you so you can slowly suck on her sadly jean is a bit rough she doesnt it mean it tho!!:(( lisa always cormforts her by giving you or a her soft kiss and kissing your tears away whenever jean pounds you they can be so rough sometimes

ngl next is teacher reader and a kid falls inlove w them so jealous jealous jealous!!

A/N: I. Love. Long. Asks. Housewife anon ily & u read my mind I was just about to say u need a name atp! This is the most tags I’ve ever used on a fic haha. Also my tumblr is acting weird and I can’t see the words I pasted so pink font here we go.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, anal (Deyha)(Beidou)(Lisa), Hair pulling (Deyha), 69 position (Candace), Oral R giving (Candace)(Jean), Confined spaces (Beidou), Creampie (Beidou), Cockwarming (Beidou), Plug w/ cock (Beidou), Spanking (Lisa), Pet names (Lisa:Kitten), crying (Jean), fluff (all)

Link to Pt1, Pt2, & Pt4

- The thing about Deyha is that she’s big

- Rather than shoving it as far as she can she eases into you slowly. And when her front meets your ass she’ll start playing with your clit to pass the time as you get used to the size.

- When she starts to thrust she’ll make you take her cock all the way to the hilt, back to the tip and all the way in again. Every time she moves it touches your inner walls in all the right places.

- Although she starts out gentle she will slowly begin to lose it. It’s been so long since she’s had your sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around her. She just can’t catch a break with being a merc and a bodyguard, so in this moment she just need to fuck your hard

- As your tongue rolls out of your mouth and drool starts to pool down to the marble countertops. She’ll stick 2 fingers down your throat and chide you for making such a mess so as she pounds away.

- You were a spice trader before you settled down in Arue village with Candace.

- Every time you came into her home you smelled like a blend of cinnamon and calla lillies. And now she gets to wake up to that scent every day.

- Your knowledge of spices leads you to always cook the most delicious meals and bake the most flavorful delicacies. Your reputation has made its way across your travels and Candace couldn’t feel any more lucky.

- On the days that a heavy sandstorm hits, you toil away in the kitchen baking batches upon batches of sweets to feed the entire village. You learned quicker that your dishes create a calming affect and it helps those with anxiety over the monsters in the sand.

- She’ll catch you handing them out after the sandstorm dies down and helps hand out the rest. Once everyone’s had their share you pack up the leftovers as Candace showers. Most times when Candace is out fighting for her village you welcome her back with soft sex. Everyone looks up to her for protection, and there’s so much on the line when she ventures out, not fully knowing if she’ll come back in one piece. Having you in her arms makes her believe she can withstand anything that comes her way.

- She’s so worked up this time around. She wastes no time in practically dragging you to the bed. She doesn’t know if she should pleasure you first or the other way around.

- So of course the only option was to set your pussy down on her face as you drop your mouth down to the base of her cock. Candace loves the feeling of your weight on her. It doesn’t matter if you feel you’re crushing her, your closeness is a reminder that you’re safe and sound, and going through all the scars and sandstorms are worth it if it means she gets to protect you.

- You finally let her cock enter your mouth, your thumb running up and down the length of the shaft and occasionally gripping it. At the same time Candace rolls her tongue into you further, and in seconds your cum starts to drip down her face.

- You pull your mouth out when her cock starts to twitch and you know her climax is coming. Ropes of her cum shoot out and paint your face, neck and breasts white

- Beidou drives the waverider far out onto the water but stops halfway to the island.

- You’re confused at first, why would she stop the boat in the middle of the water? She hops out from the drivers seat and pulls you down, now knowing that the reason she stopped was so she can fuck you without any distractions.

- Being in a such a small waverider gives her no other choice but to fuck well and deep, your panting even starts to fog up the windows with how rough she’s being. She doesn’t stop until her hot, thick cum is gushing out of you and dripping down your thighs.

- And she still feels so guilty for choosing drinks over you, so she keeps her dick plugged into you and has you cockwarm her until you reach the island. She just wants to be closer to you for as long as your here with her. Neither of you are fully satisfied, but she doesn’t let you ride her, not yet at least. Beidou knows she’s being a bit rough this time so she’s intent on focusing all her attention on you.

- When you get to the island she abruptly pulls out and guides you (and your wobbly legs) to a nice picnic laid out on the beach, blankets and baskets and everything. And there isn’t even any alcohol, only a sweet Sunsettia and Lavender Melon juice blend that she promises is worth dying for.

- Despite your pleas, she avoids anymore sexual contact until you’ve had your fair share of food and drink. Conversations with her flow freely, but you can just ignore the want between your legs.

- After you both packed up the remaining leftovers, she’ll shove you to lay down with your knees under your stomach, roll down your pants, and take you from behind. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” She grunts out, “You were just begging for me to ram my cock into you doggy style barely an hour ago”

- You should get rewarded like this more often

- Lisa’s groping you anywhere, and that doesn’t stop at just your body. No no no Lisa will take any chance to tease you whether that’s behind closed doors or against the Library stacks. It’s all worth it for the small noises you make, like you’re just a tiny little kitten under her.

- When she gets behind you she traces the curve of your ass before delivering spank after spank to hear your cries. Lisa might not admit it often, but hearing you beg really gets her going. There’s just something about your voice that makes her want to hear you reach your limits.

- Jean loves having you around! She’ll take up any chance that has you by her side, doesn’t matter when or where. She’ll tell you you’re cute plenty of times but she wholeheartedly believes that words can’t encompass how she feels about you.

- Jean’s sorry about being too rough with you, she really doesn’t mean it! It’s just that when she looks down on you and sees those needy, teary eyes obediently sucking on her length she can’t help but shove the rest of her cock farther down your throat. You always feel so filled and so content with the both of them.

- But let’s be honest, despite how rough they can be, aftercare with them is heaven. Lisa holds you in her arms while Jean draws a bath. When you all get in the tub Jean massages shampoo in your hair while Lisa sensually washes your body, not ever missing a single patch of skin.

- Lisa is always the he first to get out. Jean kisses every inch of your skin that she can reach as she wipes the suds off your body. When you and Jean finish drying off Lisa has prepared a tray with tea and scones for all of you to enjoy

[belaephemeral]

Nilotpala Lotus (Vulpes Zerda)

Pairings: Tighnari x Reader (gender-neutral), Lisa Minci & Reader (platonic), brief Albedo & Reader (platonic)

Word count: 6500

You pull me in like gravity (ground me with your affections)

Series summary: They each have their own way of showcasing their love for you - from the way they embrace you with the distinct form of passion only they could hold, to the gestures that express their affections that leave you to fall ever more inextricably in love with them. In particular, you savour the way they kiss you and the unspoken message of their endearment towards you. It’s like gravity, pulling you once again to them, grounding you to this mortal world; each touch spirals into something more and you eagerly await the paths they forge with you alongside them.

Parts: Nilotpala Lotus (Vulpes Zerda) (current), Glaze Lily (Monoceros Caeli) (coming soon), Qingxin (Crista Doloris) (coming soon), Cor Lapis (Lapis Dei) (coming soon)

Author’s Note: Taking a break from revision to finish this piece that I drafted quite a long time ago. This piece was originally part of a headcanon about how different Genshin characters would kiss you but I got a bit carried away (sorry, I can’t help it ;u;). Since they’re all based on the same prompt/idea, I’ll be making this into a small series. Each narrative develops in different ways - I tried to make the stories parallel each other and have a common theme/characteristic (I hope you can spot it!). Feel free to recommend characters for this series.

You’re well aware of the many capabilities the Chief Officer of the Forest Rangers possesses. From the immaculate precision and accuracy he demonstrates with a bow, the immense intellect and quick wit he holds (which certainly leaves you astounded after intently listening to every single one of his impassioned lectures), to the admirable tenacity he holds to protect Sumeru’s vibrant flora and its vital ecosystem. 

You are ever so intimately familiar with his many abilities: him being a doting, affectionate and endearing husband is yet another skill he has recently acquired. You relish in the air of domesticity that envelops each room of your quaint shared abode. Crisp, white parchment paper and scrawls of his hurried yet distinct cursive handwriting are a familiar sight. As you wake to greet another day in the Avidya Forest and flit from room to room for your habitual morning rituals, a gentle smile spills onto your face. Carefully, you hold the message closer to your form as your thumb tenderly brushes over his penned words and idly traces every undulation the pressure of his pen makes against the thin paper. Unfailingly, he leaves messages for you before he departs from the safety of your home and your presence to fulfil his responsibilities as a Forest Watcher. 

‘Good morning, my padisarah. 

I hope you’ve slept well and are well-rested to face yet another eventful day. 

Although I would have liked to awake once again in the warmth of your embrace, I’ve had to unfortunately leave before we could have shared this fine morning together. Recently, there has been increased reports of disturbances around the Divine Tree and some of the Forest Rangers have sighted perpetrators polluting the waters below. 

At dawn, I will embark to the Chinvat Ravine with the others to resolve these issues. I will return to you by sundown. 

It has gotten warmer lately, so please make sure that you take care of health once you begin researching today. Always be aware and pay close attention to your safety whilst exploring. Even if your capabilities mean that this isn’t much of a concern for you, I want to remind you to be cautious - I would hate to not be able to protect you if you ever injured yourself in the depths of the Forest. 

The sunny weather we’re having nowadays is quite pleasant - what do you think about trekking to our favourite spot at Mawtimya Forest? It would be nice to bask in the warm sunshine. We could bring along a few dishes and enjoy the scenery once again. I promise I won’t fall asleep! However, your lap is the perfect place for a midday snooze: who could blame me?

...Oh, look at me, rambling on again. Please bear with me for a little longer, I’m almost done writing. 

I await to return to you, my padisarah; you may not know how much you are a blessing to me. We shall meet again under the setting sun and the rising moon. 

Forever yours, 

Tighnari’

Every time he returns, he fills the empty space you both inhabit with his twinkling laughter, his quick-witted quips and his unique vulpine mannerisms. In every instance, he’s instinctively wrapped his tail around your waist, slightly ever so raised and turned his fluffy ears in elation, and surreptitiously scent-marked you with each nuzzle of his face against the hollow of your neck. Whilst he nestles his fatigued figure into your chest, you’re reminded of each and every one of his endearing characteristics. Each of which a separate reason you’ve fallen so irrevocably and absolutely in love with him. 

Easily, you fall into a routine with him. From the way you carefully attached his signature earrings and fasten his distinct viridian, flowing half-cape to his right shoulder. He returns the gesture by fastening the buttons of your shirt and pining onto you the gold brooch he gifted you on your second anniversary. Its design is that of the Kalpalata Lotus he fondly remembers you were enamoured with when you both trekked to the Lokapala Jungle, gazing upon the surreal, gargantuan, fluorescent structures there. He was astounded when you began to scale the rocky cliffs to admire its beauty and brought one of the delicate and exquisite flowers back to him. It’s a memory that’s forever ingrained in his mind: the moment you grasped his hand for them to join yours in gently holding the Kalpalata Lotus that glowed under the blanket of stars laid out across the sky. 

He felt something - something so subtle he otherwise may not have noticed it without his adept perceptive ability and heightened vulpine instincts. A potent energy courses through the lotus that rests where your digits and his gloved fingers conjoin and it courses through him. A tingling sensation assimilates through his skin and infiltrates deeper within him - gradually spreading what feels like newfound vitality through each limb and expanse of muscle. 

Viscerally, he feels a sigh leave him - like he’s finally at ease, body relaxing and eyelids fluttering as he relents against the sudden wave of fatigue. Unbeknownst to the Forest Watcher, his lithe body slowly sways and collapses into you. It feels as though his mind surrenders to the way the pain embedded into his left shoulder from last week’s attack and the dull aches from his fresh bruises dissipate as a healing glow permeates through every inch of his body. The last he remembers is your tender caress over his drooped ears and foreign words that fall from your lips - a strange incantation he doesn’t remember hearing nor reading from your plethora of alchemy books. Although his wonder as to where you could have learnt such an impressive feat dissolves as the view before him vanishes into a blissful abyss as he feels his weight being placed securely in your firm hold. The rhythmic crunch of the grass beneath your feet, the reverberating chirps of cicadas and the sonorous buzz of fireflies is a symphony that welcomes him as he descends into sleep. 

____

Everyday with you is a blessing; it’s ever so easy to fall into a routine with you by his side. It’s exactly because you’ve fallen into this pattern, a waltz you share as you dance around each other to reach for your desired items or complete mundane tasks around your home. A comfortable schedule of rising at early daybreak, of wistful farewells and loving welcome homes. It is because of this routine you’ve settled into that it is a surprise that this has to temporarily come to an end. It was unexpected when a letter sealed with the Knights of Favonius sigil was delivered to your doorstep. It’s even more staggering when you learn it was from an old acquaintance from your alma mater and fellow colleague at Spantamad, requesting your assistance at the city of Mondstadt. Although the idea of reuniting with the talented sorceress is delightful, the thought of leaving your partner saddles you with an uneasy bout of despondency.  

Despite your concerns, Tighnari’s altruistic and compassionate nature shines through. He puts your worrisome mind at rest through kind and genuine reassurances, regaling of how he’d faithfully protect your cosy dwelling in your absence and consoles your apprehension by promising he won’t encounter any trouble whilst you’re gone. What drastic or lethal could possibly occur during the duration of your visit to the City of Freedom? 

What’s more is that he’s well aware of your boundless curiosity, your inquisitive nature, and your insatiable desire to discover new things. Experiencing the vast plains of Mondstadt and traversing through its rocky and breathtaking vistas should quench your eagerness to explore unfamiliar, foreign terrain. Of course, he’ll miss you, agonisingly so, but if it’s for you - he’d sacrifice anything for you - be it his soul, his time or his own wishes so you’d be able to fulfil your own. 

On the day of your departure, his send-off takes noticeably longer than what he claims it would would have taken. The first thing on his agenda is presenting you with a small jute sachet of crushed herbs, Nilotpala Lotus petals and an assortment of flower buds just in case you have a headache. Regardless of the medicinal remedies he preaches that they hold, you notice the hint of spice and the soothing floral fragrance - it’s his unmistakable scent and this pouch is definitely an indirect token to remind you of him during your travels. 

Next, he presents a fresh leather-bound journal to you. He explains that it’s for you to write about your experiences but in a small case you receive alongside it, filled to the brim with translucent sheets, intricate instruments and a wooden block, you know he’s hoping that his fascination with botany is finally rubbing off on you. You know he’s hoping that you’ll press flowers into the margins of each page, a small souvenir for each place that you traverse. 

“If you do find fallen leaves or other plants, just press them between some dry sheets of paper. You’ll be able to make quite an attractive and handy bookmark out of them. I’ve also heard that Cecilias and Small Lamp Grass are in bloom this season - they would make fascinating biological specimens to examine or decorative pieces to create. They’re incredibly versatile.” Stifling a laugh with the back of your hand as Tighnari’s tail gleefully swishes side to side upon discussing his favourite past time, the vulpine male glares at your teasing gaze and droops his ears in displeasure. You give into his whims - encircling your arms around his nimble frame and snuggling into soft fabric of his navy hoodie.

Of course, watching you depart from Avidya Forest is no easy task for Tighnari. Trying to delay your inevitable leave, he tries to distract you from noticing how many minutes go by or how the sun has already reached the peak of the sky when it was just dawn a few minutes (maybe hours ago). He attempts to mask his desperation and reluctance through talking, a tried and true strategy that will allow him to remain with you just a second longer. His cogent lectures and words of caution are readily accepted and you don’t notice how the clock’s hands have already moved past your designated departure time. He’s panicking but he doesn’t want you to see. He doesn’t want you to see that his entire being glows in your presence and the fear that this will vanish once you aren’t by his side. It’s because he knows how this trip is important to you. 

It’s part of his nature to put others before himself, so once again he’ll do the same for his beloved. The one eternally by his side and permanently resides in his heart regardless of the distance between you. So, he hesitantly concludes his speech. Now, he has to let you go.

Sometimes you think you know better than him. Especially when it comes to what he deserves and what he can choose to do with you. Truly, as someone so selfless and constantly worrying about other people’s wellbeing, you want him to be more selfish with you. You want him to place more emphasis on his feelings and his desires in your relationship. So, as you see his self-sacrifing nature resurface in this moment, you plant supple kisses on the apples of his cheeks and the corner of his mouth, momentarily stupefying him and relishing in the way he unconsciously croons at your actions.

In return, draws you closer to him, innocently nuzzling the tip of your nose with his and grounding himself with your presence before you drift away and what he fears is like losing his centre of gravity. The close proximity between you two grants him a clear view of the flush that spreads onto your cheeks and of the exquisite way your vibrant eyes dilate at his loving gaze. “My padisarah,” he steadily breathes out, chest pressed against your own, arms enclosed around your figure and shimmering verdant pupils passing fleeting glances to your cupid’s bow and what lays beneath. “I can’t believe I almost forgot to give you the most important thing.” 

His mouth descends onto yours and you gasp at the way his fangs trace your bottom lip and nibbles onto it. As he pulls away, he revels in your dazed look. He wants you to feel how infatuated your touch leaves him. He wants to express how dumbfounded he feels in your embrace. And you do. He’s downright irresistible. 

His mischievous antics have doused you in a honey-like stupor as you swiftly grasp his collar and bring him closer, more so than he already is. His lips are still delectable and sweet with the Zaytun Peaches you shared with him earlier. 

Losing yourself in his hold, you squeeze him against your chest, flustering him with the rapid pounding of your heartbeat. Content in your hold, you can feel his mouth forming a smile against your lips. However, the male seems to have something else on his mind. Briskly, he breaks away from you to part his lips and plunges towards the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Daringly, a sharp suck astounds you as he latches onto the area that he knows is your sensitive spot, carefully brushing his canines against your supple skin. He loves the way your pulse stutters and comes to life under his lips; he shudders at the way your hand reflexively grips his waist, moving downwards to massage nonsensical patterns into the curve of his hip, and inwardly spurs him on to leave one last message against your skin before you leave. 

Reluctantly, and biting back the groan that eagerly wants to escape your mouth, you lightly push his chest. “Stop, ‘Nari,” you slur, drunken off his intoxicating touch, “I need to start my journey before the sun sets.” Chuckling at the way he relents despite your attempts to resist his persistent advances, you realise you are no better than him. Regardless of your resistance, your body betrays you and melts underneath the fangs that desire to spell out his name down the length of your neck. “You little minx,” you huff, half-exasperated and half-determined to quell the flourishing bud his embrace plants into the core of your being, “If you continue with this, it might be absolutely hard for me to ever leave you, my blossom.”

Resolutely, you detangle his body from yours, placing an appropriate distance between the both of you. You wistfully smile at the whine that tumbles from his lips and the sheen of glaze that momentarily eclipse over his vibrant burnt sienna and viridescent orbs. At an attempt to sober him up, you slide your hands to his chin and cup them gingerly, planting a chaste kiss on his forehead. Adorably, he shifts his gaze from yours, huffing both in frustration and embarrassment. Frustrated that you would tempt him so and embarrassed that he unravelled himself in such an carnal way, surrending himself temporarily to his innate, animalistic, vulpine instincts. Peering at the light red bruises decorating the nape of your neck and clavicle, he exhales in annoyance at how you stopped him from marking you once again. 

Pettily, he sharply turns his head away from you as you shoot him a teasing smirk and delivers his signature sidelong glance that expresses his contempt, displeasure and so much more. His pouty exterior falls as after chuckling at his antics, you slowly make your way to the door to collect your belongings. 

Turning back to him, you beckon him into your arms for one last chaste and longing hug. You bury your nose into his navy hair, trying to ignore the way your chest feels as though its being compressed by an incredible weight and how your eyes fervidly burn with unshed tears. Tighnari’s keen senses pick up on the way your heart lurches. To console you, he rubs your back soothingly, and his tail lovingly and warmly curls around your waist. He knows rather too well what wishing someone farewell feels like - how you might shatter once they leave your view forever, how you may find yourself floundering in their absence, or how the distance extinguishes any vestiges of warm within your heart.

However, he knows better, he knows you better. You won’t falter no matter the circumstance, you will perserve and he knows you’ll bloom even if he won’t be able to see you. In a few months, you’ll return to him, return to this humble and cosy abode you share, return to this life you’ve built together. He’s certain of it. He only needs to let you go for a while and before you or him realise, you’ll both be back to where you belong, to where your were always meant to be. 

Eventually, he takes a step back, wiping a stray tear off of your face with the pad of his thumb. Willing a wistful beam, you whisper, worried that your chest will heave and your breath hitch with the weight of melancholy that bears onto you: “I’ll see you soon, my love. Don’t miss me too much, okay?” 

“Of course, my padisarah. I’ll be waiting for your letters. Have a safe journey and always know that my heart travels with you.”

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“I’m so sorry Lisa,” you splutter, stumbling as you weave through stray piles of books, hurriedly shrugging on your coat and gathering your loose papers off the antique mahogany table. 

“Do be careful, darling, I haven’t sorted through those titles yet,” she responds, a knowing smile on her face as she languidly watches you frantically dart around the room. She’s rarely seen you so frantic and she would have never expected you to lose your composure so quickly. “The last thing we need is for you to be injured. We wouldn’t want your dear husband seeing you in such a state would we now?”

Your trip to the Mondstadt was rather eventful to say the least. Initially you expected the lethargic librarian had required your assistance for something urgent - certainly it must have been important for her to send such a vaguely worded letter to your doorstep? However, it turns out she merely wanted to bask in your companionship once again and needed someone she could confide in during this particularly busy period for the Knights of Favonius. What exactly brought you here may have been the nostalgia (that much you could discern as she began gushing about her fond memories of being your roommate and that sneaky comment about her results always beating yours in each module despite your diligent nature and her indolent disposition - a statement that was definitely not needed as you shot a glare at the tittering brunette) or it could have been the bundles of Sumeru Roses she specifically requested and emphasised in the postscript of her message. 

You’re considering it’s possibly the latter as you periodically pick up the sound of her cup being picked up and placed down onto the matching floral decorative saucer you’ve temporarily lent to her. The scent of Sumeru Rose and Harra Fruit you’ve blended into her tea wafts throughout the library as you sit across the Chief Alchemist. Albedo ecstatically reads your ongoing research into medicinal alchemy, sifting through beautifully illustrated diagrams depicting your various experiments, admiring the dried Viparyas and Dream Flowers you’ve preserved and the little notes you leave next to them (although there also seems to be other sentences scrawled in a cursive script underneath your handwriting), and analysing your extraction of different compounds and materials for prolonging life and revitalisation. Flattered by his words of praise and wonder, you express your awe on his experimentation of utilising alchemy to bloom an other-worldy seed, the intricacy and accuracy of expertly rendered objects and stages of investigation (the style is oddly familiar to the cover of some books published in Liyue that Tighnari owns), and the graphite sketches of his laboratory and the snowscape of Dragonspine Mountain. 

“It must be exhilarating to be able to venture out to many areas in Sumeru to conduct your research. It’s very much the same for me up on Dragonspine. To go out into the world and investigate, turning the ‘unknown’ into the ‘known’, that is the true raison d'etre of us alchemists… Ah, it’s truly an invigorating feeling.” The blond sighs contentedly and then suggests, “Seeing as to how adept you are with drawing, how about one day joining me to sketch the scenic views of Starsnatch Cliff?” Beaming at his words, you nod in affirmation: “I’d love to join you! It would be a perfect chance for me to showcase the beauty of Mondstadt to Tighnari.”

In response to your excited reply, he chuckles and then places a hand on his chin as he ponders pensively: “From what you’ve told me about him, your husband sounds like a truly exceptional man. It would be a pleasure if I could meet him in the near future.”

Slowly, time passed between the two of you. As the librarian took her daily afternoon nap, the amiable chatter between two fellow alchemists murmured throughout the expansive library and discussed a plethora of topics as the wax candles began to burn and diminish infront of them. 

In between documenting your experiences to your beloved, traversing the diverse plains of Mondstadt and pressing flowers into the journal Tighnari gifted you, Lisa uncharacteristically makes it a point for you to visit her companions and most importantly, her dear mentee, Razor.

Gently raising the teapot filled with lilac Sumeru Rose petals, you began to pour the fresh brew into a small flask as per Lisa’s request. You were rather elated as she recounted how she wished for her beloved pupil to try her favourite blend of tea when studying at the Akademiya. With her languorous attitude, you wouldn’t have guessed she was a capable and competent teacher. For her to have someone regard her as part of his Lupical fills you with a sense of warmth as it seems that carefree, frivolous roommate of yours has slowly matured and has yet another person she can dedicate herself to. The sudden onslaught of sentimentality makes you wonder of the family you could have with your spouse back in Avidya Forest (although this will come in due time and he’s certainly assured you that you’re welcome to take your time, you might want to take him up on his offer soon).

An unexpected crash wrenches you out of your dreamy reverie and jolts your entire being. The teapot lurches toward and the steaming liquid scorches the back of your hand. Hissing in pain, you soothe the sting by murmuring a brief incantation, the words embossing themselves into your flesh and weaving throughout the mark. Swiftly, you set down the items to rush over to the source of the strident sound. 

Witnessing the brunette crumpled on the herringbone wooden floors, you drop to your knees to hold onto her heaving form. As you do so, you’re careful of the fallen stack of thick tomes, the shards of broken porcelain scattered next to her and the moist soil spilled around her. Her hands which previously found purchase on the ledge of the bookshelf now finds themselves against your chest as she fists the material of your shirt. Panting, her forehead rests against your clavicle as she desperately refills her lungs with air only for it to be quickly forced out of her. 

Urgently, you bring her fully into your grasp. Encircling your arms around her figure, your index finger inscribes foreign symbols between the peaks of her shoulders. They soon glow with a luminous white as it sinks into her and a mirrored version of your writing engraves itself into your back. 

Suddenly, you can feel a numbing prickling sensation around the corners of your heart, the organ relentlessly pounding painfully against your ribcage and each inhale feels incredibly onerous. However, you resist against the agonising sensation to quell the embers that threaten to consume your life-force and the thick black tar that attempts to drown every ounce of your being. Methodically, you inhale and exhale, a rhythm that Lisa follows, and you fervently whisper strings of conjurations against the crown of her head. 

The time it takes for the pain to subside feels like hours. You don’t know whether it’s completely vanished as it feels as though it remains heavy within your chest and stubbornly clings onto you despite your various attempts to rid it. “You’ve never used alchemy in such a way,” she murmurs dolefully, a distant look in her emerald orbs. And when she speaks your name, you freeze: “I don’t believe you’ve been telling me the whole truth this entire time. But then again, there has been something I’ve been hiding from you as well.”

It astounds you how Lisa’s nonchalant and easy-going exterior doesn’t falter, not even after she told you of the curse that plagues her body; her years slowly depleting before her eyes and a pre-mature demise she has no choice but to helplessly give into. You’re not sure of what she thinks of your confession as to the source of your powers nor the minuscule pawn that endows you with the faculties that assist in your alchemy and elemental abilities. Instead, you’re left to grapple with the revelations you’ve encountered today as the librarian chides her young pupil and ushers him towards you. Cheerily, she exclaims: “Come on over here Razor, that's it, good boy!” she places her hands on her hips before continuing: ”Let's do some combat practice — I've found you the perfect partner. Hey! Come back!”

The silver-haired male was rather interesting to say the least. Well, that was expected considering his teacher. You were thoroughly impressed by his fighting capabilities and his exceptional use of his Electro vision. It was incredibly endearing to see him so eager to demonstrate the results of Lisa’s teaching by taking you to various mountains and telling you about the basic properties of their local plants and fruits. Intently, you listened to him as your trio eventually settled on a field to drink your rose blend. Whilst indulging in Wolfhooks and Sunsettias, you taught him how to press the Windwheel Asters he collected to create a present for his Lupical. 

Sparing a glance at the brunette dozing against next to you, you understand her lethargic nature. If you were in her circumstances, you would be fully dedicating yourself to your work and efficiently using the time you had left to discover more of this mortal world. However, that’s the attitude you’ve developed from your time in the Akademiya. You could understand how the ephemerality of the time she has remaining means that it may be better spent in tranquil afternoons, simple routines and being around those she loves. 

Gazing towards the glaring sun, you wonder what your husband could be doing as you relish in this quiet evening. Unbeknownst to you, an acute sense of impending turmoil and the ever present feeling that chaos is bound to spill over lingers in his mind after the events that have unfolded in Sumeru over the past few days. His anxiety grows as he watches the departing figure of The Doctor, his ambiguous words and thinly veiled threat setting him on edge, and uncertain to the trick up his sleeve he’s yet to unveil. 

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“I’m so sorry Lisa,” you splutter as the worry gnawing at the pit of your stomach is suddenly absolutely unbearable and threatens to consume you whole. The overflow urges you to return to him. It may have been the diminishing number of letters, the lack of updates from Collei on the status of the Avidya Forest and her training, and the fact that the sigil you’ve embedded into your wedding ring sears against the skin of your ring finger, writing a message of warming that spirals down the length of your digit and across your palm. At the sight of it, your fear boils over the precipice and you’ve decided to ensure nothing happens to your beloved and your companions in Sumeru.

Granting Lisa one last farewell, you burst through the doors of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. The golden band you adorn tingles, glimmering with a radiant light of viridian and translucent white. You extend your left hand to view the ivy-like incantations that spread along the expanse of your arm. Swiftly, you write the script embedded into your skin into harsh gusts of wind that fervently blow past you. Once the symbols are aligned and placed in their appropriate positions, you enfuse your sword with elemental energy, closing your eyes and deftly slice through them.

A clank of metal and the sharp, reverberating sound of blades colliding resound in your ears as you open your optics and glare at the Fatui Pyro Agent before you. Before you could counter his incoming strike, from behind you, you hear a swift ‘ffwhip’ as an arrow embued with Dendro flies past you, precisely lodging itself into his chest and forcefully knocking him back a few meters.

Tighnari pants, grateful to whoever parried the attack for him. However, he does a double take, recognising that distinct stance, the remnants of great ancient power, and your familiar fragrance. “My padisarah,” he exhales breathlessly, lowering his bow, genuinely bewildered by your unexpected entrance. Holding your blade upright, you peer over your shoulder to shoot Tighnari a smirk, disguising the anguish you felt prior and the relief that he’s safe and next to you once again: “Hello, my love, did you miss me?” 

____

“You’re so stubborn.” 

The exasperated statement is the first thing he hears as he stirs awake. The warm cloth resting against his forehead is soon replaced with a damp one, easing the dull throbbing rattling each corner and crevice of his mind. Next to him, the bed dips, and the unknown figure leans over to examine his injured body. Pulling himself from the depths of his dreamless sleep and adjusting his eyes to the blinding light that aggressively beams down on him, he groans. 

Upon awaking, he is starkly reminded of how absolutely exhausted he is: his body feels like lead, his limbs weary and sluggish, and there’s a persistent electric buzz that stings his skin. Gathering the last vestiges of his strength, he wills himself to rise. But just as he pushes against his elbows to lift his head and shoulders off the plush bed beneath him, two palms firmly press against his chest, which he now realises is bare, and steadily guides him back to his original reclined position. 

“I wouldn’t do anything hasty right now.” The fuzzy shapes amalgamate to form your beautiful, but extremely vexed, visage. You cross your arms and shoot a pointed look at the male: “Would it kill you to think about yourself for once? For such a talented student of the Amurta, you really are foolish sometimes.”

“Good morning, my love,” he whispers lackadaisically. 

“I’m still mad at you Tighnari.” Ouch, he’s on first name basis now. “I know that your patients are important to you but you need to tend to your injuries first. Do you know how long it took me to even get around to treating your wounds? Normal people don’t get struck by lightning and then just walk it off. Normal people don’t push themselves to the brink. I was so worried when you collapsed. With the lightning strike and the other injuries your body sustained, you were out for a few days.”

You exhale a shaky breath, “Please don’t scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t so lucky this time. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” As you cup his cheek with your palm, your sleeves shift ever so slightly and he catches the foreign symbols sprawling down your arm, matching the lightning marks on his body. 

Silently, you settle next to him on the bed, laying your head next to him. He slowly regains his strength, just enough to pull his body closer to yours and gently rests himself against your chest. He preens contentedly as you weave your fingers through the strands of his two-toned hair. 

“I’m so sorry, my padisarah,” the vulpine morosely mumbles into your collarbone, listening to the metronome of your heartbeat. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Honestly, I thought it wasn’t too bad, at first, but I guess I should know my limits better than anyone.” Placing a chaste peck against your jaw, he whispers, “Thank you for saving me. You seem to always know whenever I’m in trouble. Should I start calling you my guardian angel? It seems like a rather fitting title for the celestial beauty that appears before me whenever I’m in a bind.”

Wistfully, you think of the chipped pawn that flickers between your fingers before it dematerialises into tiny shards of ivory light. But a smile eventually finds itself on your face as you glance at your husband, alive and safe, and back to you, back in your arms and in your embrace where destiny has decided preordained he will be. Somewhere that in the centuries you’ve roamed the mortal plane of Tevyat, you feel that maybe fate has blessed you with and is finally giving worth to your various sacrifices. 

You release a huff, “I know that you were concerned about Haypasia but please try to take care of yourself more in the future - I’m going to hold you to that. Anyways, if I was your guardian angel, you still probably wouldn’t listen to me. I might as well become your devil - then it would in character for me to punish you whenever you go against my words. How does that sound, my little darling?”

Guffawing, Tighnari snidely comments: “You, a devil? Oh, you’re being delusional, that definitely doesn’t suit you. You’re too sincere and benevolent for your own good - those two ideas are not compatible with one another - they’re like oil and water. Besides if you ever wanted to punish me,” he pauses, punctuating his statement with a light peck on the tip of your nose, peering into your eyes teasingly: “you’d have to catch me first.”

He catches a tsk leave your mouth as you rise from the bed. Soon, he registers the way the pillow dips underneath him and he soon finds both of your hands on each side of his head. Languidly, you hover over his form, caging his figure under your own with a familiar glint in your eye. 

“Is that a threat or a challenge, my love?” 

“Take it however you want dearest. I’d love to see you best me,” he purrs as a familiar syrupy sensation coagulates in his being and his arms instinctively wrap themselves around your neck. 

However, the fog that threatens to cloud his eyes is quickly dispelled by the acute bolt of pain that shoots across his chest and down to his hands, jolting himself violently away from you. 

Despite your sympathy towards the pitiful sight of him wincing and his ears flattening against his head, you chuckle: “Serves you right. Maybe you should have taken into account whether you would be physically fit enough to give into your carnal desires. I’ve been gone for months, surely you missed me in more ways than one, right dearest?”

He pathetically whines as the pain dissipates into a dull ache pulsating under each inch of muscle in his upper body: “But, please, my padisarah-” 

“Just when I was thinking about starting a family with you. I guess we can’t have any new additions when your in this sorry state.”

Abruptly, Tighnari freezes. A family? He remembers briefly mentioning it to when you were courting him whilst he was still a student of the Amurta and just a few weeks after your marriage. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to pressure you into starting one due to his responsibilities as a Forest Watcher and your various alchemical research projects. However, the fact that you’re ready for this next chapter of your lives fills the vulpine male with an insurmountable level of joy.

Impulsively, he pulls you down to him and esctatically rolls over your stunned form. “Are you serious? I’d love to! In fact, I think I’m feeling better already so why don’t we-”

You stop him in his tracks by pressing a finger against his lips: “Slow down ‘Nari,” you chastise, “you aren’t fully healed yet.”

“If that’s the case, then what about tomorrow?”

“No.”

“How about the day after that then?”

You shot back a reply in jest: “It’s not even February, why are you so eager?”

“Well since it’s you, I’m always eager to copulate-”

Embarrassed by the next words to leave his mouth, you exclaim: “Okay, I get it! You’re truly incorrigible. I don’t know how I can endure you and your high libido.”

“I, for one, think it’s because of my charming nature and irresistibly brilliant mind. How could you forget? You said so after-”

“Alright, alright, I give.” You pause to contemplate, sighing before continuing: “Fine, after assessing the severity of your injuries, you’ll be fine by next week.” At your words, you feel his tail softly swish from side-to-side and his ears perk up in elation.

Glancing at your husband, who now peers up at you endearingly, adorning an ebullient beam that you just can’t help but mirror and emanating an exuberant glow you’re glad to see return to him, you plant a kiss against his lips. “You’re such a handful but sometimes I wonder what I could have done to ever deserve you.”

Tighnari flushes at your words, a light pink dusting his cheeks: “I could say the same for you, my padisarah. I can’t believe life led me to you; I couldn’t imagine not having you or your blinding radiance by my side. I’m so grateful to have you as my partner - I don’t know if I could convey how much you mean to me. Well, I could but we may be here for a millenia.”

Warmly, you meet his gaze, staring into those beautiful viridian and hazel optics with your own, “We might have time for that don’t you think?” you remark cheekily, before tenderly announcing: “You’re my universe, Tighnari, I love you.”

“I love you too, my padisarah.”

Underneath the warm rays of the setting sun, Tighnari feels a wave of drowsiness wash over him, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of your chest and the birdsong outside the open windows. Eventually, the tranquil sight of your beloved slumbeing against your bosom, the sound of the soft breeze entering the room you share, and the relief of being able to return to your home, your soulmate and your dearly missed routine, urges you to succumb to his warmth and doze underneath him.

Although you both don’t dream, you unconsciously catch glimpses of your future together. And you hope that it becomes more than that, that it becomes your reality. Because you wouldn’t want to live out an intangible dream, you want to carve out the next stage of your lives in the waking world. Because you suddenly feel that this is what you’ve always been fated to do. And for once you’re grateful that destiny has led you to him, the love of your life.

[sangoziethesimp]

Troubles Double | EULA LAWRENCE X FEM!READER

Eula Lawrence met Y/N, the child of the resident librarian, Lisa. Y/N is like her mother, a flirt, but Y/N is deeply in love to the Lawrence and them being together was hard due to Eula's family reason and it being a secret. How will our couple handle such problems?

In the heart of Mondstadt, where the wind whistled through the trees and the beauty of nature blended seamlessly with the magic of the land, there lived a remarkable family. Y/N was the beloved daughter of Lisa Minci, the astute and enigmatic librarian of the Knights of Favonius. Her days were often filled with the allure of books and the occasional adventure, exploring the wonders of Mondstadt.

But Y/N's life held a secret that was known only to a select few. She harbored deep feelings for Eula Lawrence, the fiercely elegant Spindrift Knight of Mondstadt. Their bond was more than a passing friendship; it was an affection that had grown quietly, away from prying eyes.

Their clandestine relationship bloomed in the quiet moments, stolen between their duties and responsibilities. Soft whispers shared in secluded spots, stolen glances that spoke volumes, and the unspoken understanding between two souls finding solace in each other's company.

However, secrets have a way of being uncovered, and fate often orchestrates its own course. Amber, Eula's outgoing and outspoken friend, stumbled upon their hidden affection. Shocked and unsure of what to do, Amber wrestled with the truth she had stumbled upon, torn between her loyalty to her friend and the secret she now held.

Unable to keep it to herself, Amber sought guidance from Lisa, unaware that she was Y/N's mother. With a mix of concern and care, Amber spilled the secret she had accidentally discovered, unaware of the intricate web she was now woven into.

Lisa listened attentively, her eyes holding a depth of understanding that came from both experience and wisdom. As Amber anxiously awaited a reaction, Lisa's serene voice filled the air. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Amber. I appreciate your honesty."

Then, with a gentle smile, Lisa revealed the unexpected truth, "Y/N is my daughter."

Amber was taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't anticipated this revelation, her mind racing to comprehend the situation. Lisa's calm demeanor, however, reassured her. "I understand that this may come as a shock, but I assure you, I support their relationship. Love knows no bounds, and it's a beautiful thing to find someone who understands and complements your soul."

Amber blinked, absorbing the weight of Lisa's words. She hadn't expected such acceptance, especially from someone as esteemed and composed as Lisa. "But won't they face hardships? Mondstadt might not be as accepting..."

Lisa's gaze softened as she placed a comforting hand on Amber's shoulder. "Yes, there might be challenges ahead. But love, dear Amber, often thrives even in the face of adversity. Y/N is strong and resilient, and I have faith in her ability to weather the storms that may come their way. The true question is, can the world handle the depth of their love?"

Amber pondered Lisa's words, struck by their profoundness. She realized the weight of what she'd stumbled upon, not just a secret romance but a tale of courage, love, and the resilience to defy societal norms.

Meanwhile, in a quaint corner of Mondstadt, Y/N and Eula found solace in each other's presence. Their shared moments were fleeting yet precious, a sanctuary away from the judging eyes of the world. Wrapped in a cocoon of affection, they reveled in the beauty of their love.

One day, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Lisa approached Y/N with a serene smile. Y/N's heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and worry, unsure of what her mother might have discovered. But Lisa surprised her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "My dear Y/N, I know about you and Eula."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, eyes wide with surprise and fear. But before she could utter a word, Lisa gently reassured her, "I'm not here to reprimand you. Your happiness means the world to me, and if Eula brings you that joy, then I am happy for you."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she hugged her mother tightly, feeling an immense weight lift from her shoulders. Lisa's acceptance and support were the greatest gifts she could have hoped for.

Days turned into weeks, and their secret love continued to blossom, but this time, with a newfound sense of confidence and assurance. They faced the world hand in hand, ready to weather any storm that dared to challenge the purity and strength of their love.

In the midst of Mondstadt's whispers and raised eyebrows, Y/N and Eula stood tall, unwavering in their devotion. Together, they proved that love transcends boundaries, that the heart knows no constraints, and that in the end, true love prevails.

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Can I get NSFW headcanons for Rosaria & Lisa?

NSFW Headcanons - Rosaria & Lisa

A/N: Hello, puppteer! My pleasure. Enjoy!

CW: CBT, pegging, estim, femdom, humiliation, M!Reader.

NSFW under the cut.

Rosaria is as horny and kinky as they come. 

She’s a switch with her whole being. She can be your cruel, sadistic dom, or your bratty sub. It all depends on her mood… which changes pretty often. 

Most of the time, Rosaria is frustrated. Frustrated by everything, from her job to the people surrounding her. And what better thing to take her frustration out on than your manhood? 

Rosaria had plenty of one night stands in the past, so she knows how to handle cock. She also has a very rich imagination. And in a scenario where she has you tied and at her mercy… those are not good things.

Rosaria played with a lot of men in the past, and she knows that the key to male torture is to go for the balls. 

Expect her to give them plenty of ‘love’. With hard and long squeezes, with her dull, metal claws nonetheless. The pain is unbearable, but she just can’t help but chuckle at the sight of your tears and your whining. Also, she likes flicks. Absolutely evil. 

Seeing her boy toy in pain is the biggest turn on for Rosaria. Her favorite thing to do is to tie your hands behind your back, put a ball crusher tightly over your nuts, and make you lick her out while she enjoys a cold glass of wine… a specific fantasy for sure, but what a hot one!

Expect her to use her feet on you a lot. But don’t get your hopes up - no footjobs. Just stomping on your dick and balls, placing her feet on your head, or moving them to your mouth for kissing… she doesn’t like feet, she just loves to humiliate you, and see just how pathetic you can get for just a few strokes to get you off.

When she’s too lazy to mess you up, she will lay on her stomach and spread. She doesn’t care much for her pussy, just for her ass being absolutely ravaged. Sometimes, she just wants to scream her soul out from a merciless fucking. 

Once she knows you can please her just right, expect to see the submissive side of her more. But don’t forget yourself, else… Mistress Rosaria will remind you of your place.

Oh, and the fishnets? Just rip them open. That said, whoever sells them must be a millionaire by now, seeing how much of them you two go through weekly. 

Her thirst is nearly bottomless. The only way to please her is to either give her a nice background of moans and groans of pain for jerking off to, or making her walk funny for a week.

What she doesn’t like is tying herself. She has severe trust issues, so bondage will be a thing for her only after she gets very comfortable.

The body part she likes the most? Your cock, of course. Second favorites are your thighs. They tremble so beautifully when she tortures you…

“Oh… does it hurt? Ha! Like I give a damn… now, spread wide for mistress…”

Her boring work at the library, coupled with the limited time she has, makes Lisa horny. Very horny. 

With all that time on her hands, she went through most of the books in the romance category. It’s by far her favorite genre - especially the more… heated novels. That made her quite kinky and creative in bed.

She is a pleasure dom with just a little hint of a mommy kink. She loves to see you moan and whine in ecstasy, and the knowledge that she is the one pleasuring you makes it worth all the effort. 

Her pleasure is secondary when you’re tied up beneath her, unless some tongue action is what turns you on. Normal sex is going to be out of the equation, since your dick will get quite busy with all of Lisa’s assets and equipment.

The woman has a large collection of toys, mainly geared towards taking care of your desires. From dildos for gentle pegging, just the right length and width to be pleasant but still exciting, to fleshlights in the most exotic of shapes.  

Toyjobs are her favorite way of making you cum your brains out, especially if she spices things up with her vision, and some good old edging torture. A hand-held pussy gives her much more control over the pace, and that’s useful for keeping you needy.

Loves to turn you into a mess with her vision. Give her a probe, a conductive cock ring and some pads and she’ll give you the best hands free orgasm of your life. She knows what’s just the right amount of stimulation to leave you both overwhelmed and begging for more.

On lazy days, when she just wants to care for her boy, she’ll offer her tits to suck on and her hand to keep your dick company. While she’s nursing you, soft words of affirmation and encouragement will fall into your ears. A good boy’s dream, that’s for sure.

The gloves stay on when she entertains you. Not because she is disgusted by you, but because it gives her a confidence boost.

Lisa is the queen of dirty talk. Whether she pegs you, edges you or gets her slit devoured, she finds just the right words to make the experience unforgettable.

This witch loves a flat, soft stomach. It feels great to stroke, and it looks so pretty with your cum all over it. 

She knows just how important your balls are, and how sensitive they can be. Expect just the gentlest touches and squeezes while she’s milking. She’s not afraid to worship them with her tongue and plush lips as well.

“No, you can’t come just yet, dear. Good things come to boys who wait, hehe…”

Thanks for reading!

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#2 Gay Panic

Jean & Lisa: We hardly slept last night...

Kaeya: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you!~

Jean: Who would be thinking about Lisa 7 Me at 3 a.m.?

FemY/n*gay panic*

Who here had their first Genshin Gay panic with Jean or Lisa?... Raise your hands!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Lisa and S/O in the Library

I do write it, to the shock of most people. But like I said, I don't imagine ya'll come to the meme man for this content. BUT I can certainly try my best for some characters.

Thankfully it's for Lisa, where writing that comes naturally to the shock of absolutely no one.

NSFT UNDER THE CUT

Lisa is a very patient woman. Except when it comes to her books.

Depending on who they were, she'd let off with a warning, or zap them into a crisp.

Even her darling S/O was no exception to her rules as Librarian.

When they wanted to borrow a book, she happily lent them it. However, the due date was well past it's original deadline.

And so, with a quiet rainy evening with nothing to do, Lisa decided to do her job and find the missing book. And she knew exactly where it was.

She locked up the doors before heading home.

Sure enough, there was S/O reading the missing book in their bedroom.

(S/O) "Oh, Lisa! You're home early. Nothing going on at the Library?"

Judging by their tone of voice, it seemed like they forgot about it.

(Lisa) "Dear, do you remember what day it is?"

(S/O) "...Uh, Thursday?"

Lisa nodded.

(Lisa) "Mhm. And what is Thursday?"

S/O looked confused for a moment before looking back at the book and connecting the dots.

Suddenly, they grew pale before getting up.

(S/O) "Oh, crap! That's right, here I'll return this real quick and-"

Lisa stopped S/O from exiting with a single finger to their chest and locked the door behind her.

Seeing the glint in her eye made S/O even more nervous.

(Lisa) "Put the book on the table over there. I want to have a chat with you."

Once S/O did what they were told, they felt her hand on their shoulder with tingles of electricity from her fingers.

(Lisa) "I normally let people off with a stern warning if they leave a book overdue for the first time, but you should've known better, darling."

She then spun them around to face her before a tiny shock made them yelp, making Lisa smirk.

(Lisa) "I'll make sure you don't forget it next time."

...

Lisa calmly read her book as her breathing steadily increased.

(Lisa) "Ah...~ Be a bit more still, would you? I'm trying to not bend a page."

Lisa closed her eyes for a brief moment to feel the pleasure of S/O's licking.

Lisa sat right on top of them, having S/O eat her out as she read.

She'd be lying if this was entirely a punishment.

Her free hand slowly played around with their pussy/cock, riling them up even more, and the entire time she spoke to them in a gentle manner.

But at the same time, if S/O squirmed too much or came without permission, there'd be quite the shock. Archons forbid if they got their cum on the book, then it'd turn into a real punishment.

But for now, S/O was being a good girl/boy, so there was no need to go to the extremes.

Instead Lisa decided to ride on their tongue for maybe a little longer. Had it been two or three hours already? Regardless, they'd still go on for a bit longer. She went home early for a reason, after all.

(Lisa) "I hope next time, you won't forget. Unless...you were wanting this the entire time? Not that I blame you."

Lisa asked with a giggle, rubbing their lower stomach even though their mouth was occupied with her already.

(Lisa) "But I won't be so gentle if this happens again."

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Navia, Lisa,Beidou, Sara likes to rest their boobs on their S/Os head. S/O has a strong neck luckily

Them resting their breasts on readers head

characters: Navia / Lisa / Sara x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: nothing too suggestive. But it’s more than handholding, so consider yourself warned

a/n: Cut out Beidou bc I usually only write up to 3 characters per request and she was the one I had least of an idea what to write for.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Navia

Navia and you had a very physical relationship, from holding hands, hugging each other whenever you met or cuddling when it was just the two of you, you had long grown accustomed to it. And while you kept it to an absolute minimum when the two of you were at work, the same could not be said about whenever Navia visited your office while you were busy filling out whatever paperwork you had left.

Just as she wouldn’t want to be interrupted however, the Spina’s President made sure not to distract you from your own, either relaxing on the couch or helping you avoid becoming too bored with smalltalk. And yet sometimes, simply talking to you wasn’t enough. Navia moving closely behind you as she moved her arms around your neck and began leaning against your chair as the two of you continued to talk.

All the while a new weight would be placed upon your shoulders… or more specifically. Your head.

The first few times it happened, you became completely unable to focus on your work. You may have never been able to bring it over your heart to tell her, but the paperwork you spent the rest of your workday pretending to fill out cost you countless nights. And yet, you decided to keep your mouth shut, simply deciding to learn how to continue to work through it instead of confessing just how distracting it was.

Because, while you weren’t shameless enough to outright state it, you didn’t mind. Far from it.

“Did you take care of the pothole I asked you about?” Navia cut through the comfortable silence as she stole a glance down at whatever paper you were currently working on, and while her question may have been about work, you wouldn’t have been able to tell from her tone alone. Her voice sounding more as if she had just asked you about how your day had been than anything else. 

“I made sure it was fixed as quickly as possible”, answered, causing Navia to let out a small chuckle. You may have been reliable enough normally, but whenever she asked you to do something you gave everything you could possibly muster to make sure it was done as quickly and perfectly as possible. 

Almost subconsciously, Navia moved her hand to pat your head, only to quickly remember that it was already occupied when she looked down on your head, a sudden thought crossing her mind.

“Say, isn’t it distracting to have me hug you while you work?” She thought out loud, earning herself a confused hum in response before you quickly responded.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? You don’t need to worry about hurting my feelings-”

“I wasn’t trying to protect your feelings. It’s fine the way it is, no need to move”, you cut her off almost frantically, only for your ears to turn ever so slightly red as Navia stared at you in stunned silence.

And then she let out a small laugh before returning her arms around your neck.

“Alright.”

Lisa

You have always had a hard time believing Lisa would accidentally lean against you in such a way that her breasts ended up resting on your head, something only made more difficult with each time the librarian suddenly caught herself doing it. Especially since she never seemed to learn from her mistakes, the same scenario occurring each and every time you found yourself in an almost completely abandoned library.

Once upon a time, you were embarrassed whenever it happened. Your face would heat up as you nervously tried to decide whether to tell her or not, only for it to happen more frequently the more accentuated your reaction was. Those days had long since passed, and yet Lisa’s accidents were far from being a thing of the past.

And so, you weren’t all too surprised when you suddenly felt the familiar weight on your head, your eyes not leaving the book in your hand for even a moment as a brief greeting escaped your lips, too used to it all to care too much.

And yet it all changed when you heard the familiar creaking sound of the library’s door swinging open, your eyes widening when it became clear Lisa had no intention of moving.

Her teasing was one thing. Someone else seeing you like this however? That was a whole different story. One you preferred nobody to be able to tell.

“You had your fun Lisa. Can you stop for today?” You asked meekly, not wanting anyone to hear your slightly panicked voice.

“What are you talking about, my cutie?” Lisa asked innocently, only for you to hold back a sigh response.

“My head.” You responded sternly, only to receive a small chuckle from her.

“You didn’t seem to mind it before.”

“Because I know you’re going to do your thing. And we were alone before”, came your whisper, no longer being able to pretend your gaze was on the lines in your book as you scanned whatever surroundings you could see without having to move.

“Are you embarrassed?”

So that’s what this was about.

“Would you reposition yourself if I admitted that I was?” You asked, only to receive nothing but silence in response, a sigh escaping your lips before you once again opened your mouth.

“Yes, I am.”

And just like that, it was like a weight was lifted from your shoulders, literally, as Lisa sat down next to you, a book of her own in her hands as her eyes briefly scanned the title of yours.

“Oh, I haven’t read that one in a while. Mind letting me read it once you’re done?”

Sara

Whenever Sara and you went over possible tactics, time-schedules for operations or the next couple of days or simply tomorrow’s training you liked to remain seated in your chair, having whatever papers you were working on laid out in front of you as you filled them out. The general however, often found herself walking around the room when your meetings drew out, trying to keep her mind sharp as you discussed plans.

Today was one such days, and as you heard Sara pace around behind you, your gaze remained locked on the schedule in front of you, pen in hand as it was ready to be swung around to correct any mistakes or adjust the plans accordingly. Yet as you tried to follow her thoughts, you quickly found yourself losing her.

“Sara? You said we’d let the troops take a small break after the march, right?” You interrupted her, only to quickly receive a response in the form of an acknowledging hum, causing you to continue.

“Where is this march? I can’t find it anywhere in the schedule”, you asked again, only for Sara to quickly approach the desk from behind before leaning over from behind you and pointing at one of the papers, asking you something you’d wish you could understand.

And yet your mind had left the papers in front of you a long time ago, your face heating up ever so slightly as you felt a sudden new weight on your head.

“Does that answer your question?” Sara asked, only to receive no answer in response, confusion and a bit of worry overtaking her mind the longer you remained silent.

“Are you alright?” She broke the silence once again, causing you to quickly try to ease her worries, only for your nervous stutter to intensify them.

“Uhm. S-Sure!”

“Don’t lie to me. Look me in the face-”, Sara demanded as she looked down to see yours, only to quickly notice the problem herself. The general taking a large step backwards as her own face turned a deep red, struggling to regain her composure for several minutes of excruciating silence as neither of you said a word.

And then, finally. You broke it.

“...so the break. 90 Minutes?”

“An hour should be sufficient.”

[beruxyz]

'𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬'

- ʟɪꜱᴀ ᴍɪɴᴄɪ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

​- 🇷​​🇪​​🇶​​🇺​​🇪​​🇸​​🇹​​🇪​​🇩​ : ​🇳​​🇴​

- ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴡ/ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴏᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ʟɪꜱᴀ, ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ

- "ɪ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ."

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9K

Years have passed since you graduated from the Akademiya. Graduating with Lisa by your side, you had expected for both of you to become professors of your alma mater—but it was not meant to be.

Yet, when Lisa moved back to Mondstadt without any goodbyes. You had opted to fulfill the ambition that you had, fulfilling your dream as a professor.

You and a few other junior scholars were headed to Mondstadt, all of them being under your care as their professor, to research on the ley lines that seemed to have doubled in the nation's land. You were thankful when you did not see her in the busy streets of Mondstadt upon entering the city. Not really knowing where that.. witch may be at.

You simply wished to check the library after a day of spending time outside. The nation's infamous library under the Favonius's compartment, it was late afternoon and a quick skimming was in motion. Alas, luck was not on your side, unaware that Lisa was was the library's librarian.

“Why are you here?” Lisa inquired, raising a brow when she found you standing in the Favonius Library, merely gazing upon the architecture. “You shouldn't be here.” She firmly states, pursing her lips as she descended the stairs.

She reached forward, gripping your collar and pulling you close. “Go back to Sumeru. Mondstadt is not your place.” Lisa spoke with insistence, gripping the pristine condition of your collar.

"You can't tell me where I belong, Lisa." Y/N spoke softly whilst his expression calm yet his tone had a sharp edge to it. Tone signifying his unbridled hatred for the woman.

"I'm not here for you, Im here for a research material- will you let go?" Y/N asked with held back annoyance whilst his voice still soft as Lisa remembered. The male was already hating how close she was.

"Research material that you could have just asked for in a letter. You didn't have to come all the way here," Lisa snapped, her irritation growing. She held him at arms' length, her grip slowly loosening.

Her green eyes bored into his, trying to decipher his intentions. Her voice dropped, soft and almost pleading.

"You hate me, Y/N. Don't make excuses," she murmured, a hint of vulnerability lacing her words.

"Yes, I do, I do in fact hate you." The male agreed calmly, stating it as it was the world renowned fact that it is. The male looked straight at Lisa's green eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. "My students and I are here for a research towards ley lines, It involves actually travelling."

"Let go- My students can't see me being held up like a child by some librarian." Y/N huffed as he looked at the Library doors, already dreading the mere thought of it.

Lisa huffed, she knew it was uncharacteristic of her to just swoop down and grab the male by the collar. She slowly lowered him back to the ground, her fingers reluctantly letting go of his collar.

"You really haven't changed at all." She folded her arms, her gaze flickering toward the library doors before returning to him. "Still a stubborn, persistent little genius, huh?"

Her voice held a distant fondness, tinged with a touch of disappointment. She knew him all too well.

"Don't bring the past to this broken down.. association between the both of us." Y/N spoke calmly, voice soft once more as if he wasn't speaking daggers a few moments prior. The professor patted down his clothing, already sensing folds within it, and here he thought he could get into some late night reading.

Lisa let out a frustrated sigh, watching as Y/N straightened his clothing. Her eyes narrowed, analyzing the man in front of her. He had aged like she had, with a voice that could soothe or cut like a knife, a perfect example of the Akedemiya's seniors.

"Broken-down, is it?" she repeated, her voice filled with a touch of hurt. "Is that all I am now, Y/N? A broken-down connection from the past?"

"You were nothing more but an obstacle. Perhaps an obstacle I should have never.. Aligned my futures with." He spoke bluntly but a tinged of betrayal was on his voice as he turned his back on Lisa, going towards one of the bookshelves as if he owned the damn place.

Lisa's eyes widened at Y/N's words, his bluntness stinging like a lash from a whip. The air between them crackled with tension. She followed after him, her footsteps sharp against the hardwood floor. "An obstacle? Is that all I was to you? A hindrance on your path to greatness?"

She positioned herself in front of him, blocking his path to the bookshelf. She looked up at him directly in the eye, her voice low and intense. "You truly never change, do you? Always so focused on your own ambitions, never considering others."

"You broke my trust. Just, stop. I don't enjoy where this conversation has led the both of us." Y/N spoke dismissively, a frown on his face that was ever always blank and uncaring, like a true senior of Akademiya.

Lisa bristled at his dismissive tone, her eyes narrowing at his dismissal of their past. "Broke your trust, is that it? So that's what this is all about? Your hurt pride?" she retorted, her voice edged with a mix of anger and frustration.

"I left to pursue my own path, Y/N. Just like you pursued your path. Yet, you hold onto a grudge like a petulant child." She folded her arms, her stance firm.

"Am I so wrong to think you truly wished to be a professor with me?" He asked, voice unwavering as he glared at Lisa. He never truly should have.. Befriended a rival, why bother he should have thought.

He hated mistakes.

"You lied to me. You told me you'd become a professor with me. Is it so wrong to... To dislike someone that broke that singular notion we both had?"

"I lied?" Lisa echoed, her voice rising in volume. "You think I led you on to toy with you? Is that what you believe?"

She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with an intensity. "I did want to be a professor, just like you. But my aspirations and paths changed." She jabbed her finger in his chest, her voice sharp and biting.

"I never lied to you, Y/N. I went where my heart led me. Why can't you understand that?"

"Because I can't! I don't understand how you work, Should I have researched and built a mind reading machine?" Y/N asked sarcastically, turning his head away to look somewhere else, anything but this woman, this obstacle that still haunted him till this day.

Lisa let out a bitter laugh at his sarcastic remark, her patience wearing thin. "Oh, so now it's my fault that you can't understand me? Because you can't comprehend a single emotion beyond your own stubborn ambition?"

She closed the distance between them, grabbing his chin between her fingers and forcefully turning his face to her. "Maybe you should've built a heart instead, genius." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Y/N just glared at Lisa, not enjoying how he has been cornered. Just like how he always seemed to be cornered when Lisa would always top him from everything he did, why was she just so.. Better. Maybe his hatefulness was obsessive but he couldn't careless at this point.

"Um... P-Professor?" A timid voice spoke from beside them, One of Y/N's juniors. The smartest yet most timid one thus far.

Y/N slapped away Lisa's hand on his chin, harshly. Y/N's demeanor seemed to have shifted from utter unbridled anger to a compassionate and understanding Senior. "Yes?"

"...We had bought at extra room for you in an inn nearby.. I just wanted to bring you the key of the room.." The student spoke as he shifted slightly, putting the key on top of Y/N's already open palms.

"Thank you. You may go back, you all have to be early tomorrow." Y/N spoke with authority and softness, putting the key inside his pocket. The scholar just nodded before hurriedly leaving the library, albeit stumbling a bit on the stairs.

She watched as he transformed from an angry rival to a caring professor, a stark contrast that baffled her. Her thoughts raced as she observed him interact with his student.

Part of her felt a pang of jealousy, wondering if Y/N had always been softer with his students than he had ever been with her.

"Quite the soft touch you have there with your students," she commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps you should've saved a bit of that kindness for me."

"Let's not wish for something that will never happen." Y/N spoke bluntly the moment the student was out of the library. He huffed before turning to look at some of the books inside the shelves, already ignoring Lisa that was just across the room.

Lisa crossed her arms, the silence between them taut and loaded with tension. She watched as he browsed the bookshelves, her irritation growing. His indifference was just as infuriating as the day he last saw her.

"You really haven't changed a bit," she muttered, her voice low. "Still a closed-off, stubborn genius. But I suppose I should've expected as much."

"And you did not change. In the slightest. Still the ever annoying, bull-headed, witch that stood in my way. Although I suppose it would be a miracle if you did change." Y/N spoke with a taunting tone. Despite his back current facing Lisa, she could practically hear the sarcastic smug grin on his face as he took out one of the books from the shelf.

Lisa bit back a sharp retort, her jaw clenching. "Annoying, bull-headed witch? Is that the picture of me burned into your brain?" She stalked closer to him, her steps deliberate and controlled.

"Oh please don't tell me you think you are always inside my mind." He countered, Lisa could already sense the professor rolling his eyes.

"Tell me, Y/N, have you ever looked at me and seen more than just an obstacle?"

"Perhaps once, I thought of you as more than just a mere dust on my clothing." He admitted, which was already suffice enough. The stuck-up professor never had once revealed anything else besides his ambitions.

"Ah, a rare moment of vulnerability from the great Y/N." Lisa replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her heart fluttered for a split second as he admitted his true feelings, but she quickly pushed that aside. She took a step closer until she was practically leaning over his shoulder.

"And now?" She questioned, her voice a mix of curiosity and longing. "How do you see me now?"

"A witch that knows too much about me. You should have stayed in the past, and I should have never agreed to this little research." The male spoke calmly, his lithe fingers flipping the pages of the book. It's as if the male was more enamored by the book in his hands than the Librarian of the place he stood in.

Lisa clenched her fists, his callous words stung deeply, and yet she kept her voice steady. "And you still haven't answered my question," she pressed on, her gaze fixed on his back. "How do you see me?"

Her heart ached at his disinterest. She longed to shake him, make him look at her as he did in the past. But he was cold, distant, as if their past meant nothing to him.

"...Stupid, annoying, persistent, and.. beguiling. I suppose.." He spoke calmly, trailing off and about on his words as he tried to find the exact words that seemed to just radiate Lisa as a whole.

Lisa's breath hitched at his description. Stupid, annoying, persistent, and beguiling. She could handle the insults, but the slight compliment sent a flutter through her chest.

She was quiet for a moment, wrestling with her tumultuous emotions. Then, she finally mustered the courage to speak. "And what if I don't want to stay in the past? What if I want to be a part of your present?"

"What? Do what you want, persistent pest. I've already built walls tall enough for your tactics. You've broken down my walls before, and I don't make the same mistake twice." Y/N spoke calmly, snapping the book close, the sound of it echoing against the quiet and lonesome library.

Lisa's eyes narrowed at his words. "How arrogant."

She stepped around to be face to face with him, her anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. Her eyes met his, filled with a challenge. "You think you can keep me out forever? You may have built your walls but I still know you, Y/N. I understand you, whether you like it or not."

"No, you don't. You don't understand me, years of not seeing each other and you expect my likes to be the same? Everything I once liked have all been in the dumpster the moment you left, I've never looked at it the same way I have had." He spoke candidly, putting the book back in the shelf as he glanced to see Lisa bristling in annoyance and guilt.

"The moment you left." It felt like a dagger to her chest, but she stood her ground, her expression hardening.

"Yes, I left. I followed my own path, my own dreams. But was I supposed to wait for you to give me permission to do so?" She retorted, her voice biting. "Did you ever even think of asking me? Or were you too blinded by your ambition?"

Y/N looked offended and saddened at her words but quickly retorted back.

"Of course, so when I choose the path that I had so desired from the start I'm suddenly portrayed as blinded. You changing your desires had suddenly made you the hero, isn't that oh. so. right?" Y/N asked sarcastically, tone sharp as a knife as he desperately clawed and tried to hide his true feelings, patting down his clothing as he glared at Lisa with no true hate in it.

Her eyes sparked with a mix of pain and frustration. "I'm not trying to play the hero here, Y/N. I'm simply living my life, on my terms."

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I never asked you to change your path, but did you ever consider how I felt? Did you think about how your ambition overshadowed everything else?"

Lisa paused, her hand gripping the edge of the bookshelf, her knuckles turning white. "We were friends once, weren't we? Or did that mean nothing to you?"

The male looked at Lisa, hesitating if he wanted to be truthful and vulnerable or lie through his teeth and step back inside his walls. "You- You meant nothing to me." You meant everything to me is what he wanted to say, guilt already clawing him down.

If he was his old, scholar self, he would have already apologized, saying how he had not meant those words, his naive, stupid and dense past self would have done it. But he has said and Archon's sake he decided to back down now.

The words echoed in Lisa's ears, each syllable like a dagger through her heart. She had expected an argument, a fight, but not this.

"You're lying," she whispered, her eyes searching his face for any hint of truth. "You're lying to both of us."

She took a step closer, her chest tight. "I know you better than anyone, Y/N. I can read you like a book, even when you're trying to hide behind those walls."

"Stop pushing me away," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Stop pretending like I don't mean anything to you. We both know that's not true." 

"And yet you believe every word I have said until now." He spoke gently, his voice hesitating to be soft even for the slightest moment. As if he decided to speak any softer Lisa would scurry away and leave, leave him again like she had done. Walls he'd built up to this point all meant nothing, Lisa was just... breaking everything that he had so carefully crafted. 

"Because I know you're afraid," she replied, her voice firm. "You're afraid to let me back in, to admit you've missed me, to feel vulnerable. But hiding behind your walls won't change anything." 

Lisa touched Y/N's chest, looking at him before fully pressing against it, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. "This," she said, pressing her palm against his chest, "feels the same as it always did." 

"...I can't let you back in Lisa." Y/N said hesitantly, his words cutting through Lisa as he put his hand on top of hers that were currently pressing his chest. "Years of not seeing you, speaking through half written letters.. I can't bring myself to.. to forgive you so easily like this."

"I know, I know. And from the bottom of my heart, I truly never meant to leave you." Lisa muttered; her voice ever so soft as she looked at Y/N's hand on top of hers. A small smile making it past her solemn expression. "But I will wait for you. I've waited for you for so long, you'll let me in.. right? please?"

"I... I will. Please let me heal the wounds that has yet to cover itself up."

"I will wait however long you wish."

- Hellooo, so it's been a while. i do apologize that it's male reader, I know i try to write exclusively for everyone regardless of gender but my gender dysmorphia decided to be at an all time high haha. no worries Im fine but thanks to all those people that are still following despite how rarely I post, I do apologize about it really. This is longer than usual so please enjoy :]

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦

[mywhitelilies]

“I will always be here for you, my dear”

Lisa’s cutie asks for a book recommendation, but something seems wrong…

“Oh, it’s you cutie”, lisa grins upon seeing your face.

“what brings you here at this time?”, she asks, closing the book she was reading.

“I.. just came here to find a book”, you pause a bit. “Do you have any recommendations?”.

Lisa thinks to herself how tired your eyes look, how unusually nonchalant you seem, and how your tone and voice is deprived of enthusiasm.

“I see, darling. What are you in the mood for?”, she rests her head on her hands.

“.. Anything will do, maybe not horror though..”, you spoke quietly.

…

“Is something the matter?”, Lisa broke the silence, concern lacing her voice.

“What?.. no”, you lied. You had just caught on that she noticed your current mood.

“I’m fine, why? Does something seem wrong?”, you try to match the tone of your usual self.

“My dear.. I know you’re lying”, she quietly stood up from her chair and reached her hand out to you.

She leans over her desk slightly, propping herself up with the other hand. She gently cups your cheek with her gloved hand.

“If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me darling..”, she slowly caresses your cheek with her thumb, giving you a reassuring, yet sad smile.

You’ve never seen her act and sound so genuine. You feel as if.. you don’t deserve any of this, “Why does it even matter to you..”, you spit out harshly. You lower your head and face the ground, but her hand still lingers on your face.

You’re biting the inside of your mouth and digging your nails into your palm. You do not dare to look up at her, afraid of what she’ll say.

. . .

It feels as if time has stopped, nothing but the sound of you and her breathing. Lisa pulls her hand away, but briefly walks around her desk towards you.

Each step she takes, her heels clack against the wooden floor. They only get louder and louder, until she comes to a halt. Her shoes right under your vision, you never realized how pretty they were, but you can barely see anymore. The tears are starting to blur your vision.. You stay completely still when she embraces you, both her arms crossing over your shoulders. Pushing her body against yours, she whispers in your ear.

“Because I care about you”

You hesitantly reciprocate the hug, resting your head on her shoulder. Silently letting the tears roll down your cheek, soaking her shoulder and her clothes.

“Sweetie.. you deserve the world..”

You grip onto her clothes tighter.

“I’m sorry”, you mumble into her shoulder.

“Don’t be, I will be here for you.”

“…”

“I will always be here for you, my dear”

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[kurogane2512]

So like I got this idea one time when I was reading a text my friend sent me along with the picture, seeing the picture I instantly thought of requesting it to you

Like can you do a NSFW for your favorite characters in PTN, GI and HSR to see reader walking around their shared room in their undergarments only and suddenly gotten the idea of doing something naughty

I'm like down bad at the moment cause of that stupid picture from my friend of her infront of the mirror inside my apartment in her underwear while I was at work

Also love your stories here and in Wattpad always will be your supporter💜

Anon I need to know this friend of yours for.... research purposes /j This got me blushing so hard cause- AIJFHEIFWBC

Also sorry I couldn't do HSR I was not getting good ideas for them :(

Game: Genshin Impact, Path to Nowhere

Characters: Ningguang, La Signora, Lisa, Cabernet, Chameleon x fem!reader

Type: Fluff + smut drabble

Lisa Minci

Oh, she's so sly and sneaky. She's going to look you up and down then her eyes will darken ever so slightly, only she knows how much she wants to devour you right then and there. She wants to pleasure you so passionately by slipping her hand in your underwear until you can't walk for her.

The warm rays of the pleasant early morning sun illuminated Lisa's eyes through her bedroom windows, she stretched her body before sitting up and finding you weren't on the bed beside her but she knew where you would be. Sheepishly, she yawned then stood up to walk out of the room and as expected, found you in the kitchen. However, today your form looked slightly different. For some reason, you didn't put on any clothes besides your underwear and bra and just casually stood in front of the counter boiling some water.

Lisa was rather lazy in the mornings and took things slow, but today she was suddenly replenished of all energy as she gazed at you and her eyes trailed up and down your curves. It's not that she had never seen you this way; after all, she did quite a lot of things with your naked form last night. But something awakened in her seeing you stand this way in her kitchen; she couldn't hold back for long.

"Mmm, cutie, what are you doing?~" Lisa purred as she silently sneaked behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist, catching you by surprise.

"O-Oh, Lisa! Good morning. I was just making some coffee, do you want your tea right now or later?"

"Hmm...." Lisa hummed against your ear before cuddling into your neck and breathing in deeply, "What are you wearing?~"

"Huh? M-My underwear....? Is something wrong?"

Lisa grinned then gently bit your earlobe as her hand sneaked down your abdomen and slipped inside your underwear, her fingers brushing your clit. You arched into her with a small gasp and she only pressed closer, making your body bend over the counter.

"Trying to tempt me so early in the morning? When did my cutie become so naughty?~"

"N-No, I wasn't...Mhm!~"

"Shh~ Don't worry, darling. I'll give you what you want~"

You truly didn't mean to do this but who were you to deny her when she already had you wrapped around her finger- more like bent over the counter this way. Lisa hugged you closely causing your ass to rub against her clit, she was also wearing just an underwear and a loose shirt. Her fingers slipped deeper and she was now rubbing your folds before gently pushing one finger inside while her thumb continued to rub circles on your clit.

"Mm, so wet already. I truly wonder if you didn't mean to do this, sweetheart~"

She started grinding your ass while her fingers plunged deeply in you, breathless moans leaving your mouth as you stabilized yourself on the counter and attempted to rub against her as well. She smirked more then began humping you, not forgetting to work her fingers inside. Her tongue lapped up your neck before she embraced you tightly, moaning softly in your ear as her orgasm approached.

"Come on, cum for me, cutie~ You are close, right? You'll cum with me, okay...ngh~"

"Y-Yes....haahn....I'm cumming....please more, Lisa~"

She chuckled and humped faster now as her clit rubbed just the right way on the fabric of your underwear, her fingers scissored at your sensitive spots then she bit your neck and you both finally released together. Her fingers drenched in your juices while she rubbed against you a bit more to ride out her orgasm. Maybe you wouldn't mind having your mornings this way more often.

Ningguang

Ningguang is caught off guard at first. Poor woman just returned home from a stressful day and here she sees you standing in front of the vanity in your underwear.... Are you trying to tempt her already? She automatically thinks you were waiting for her to come home and be ready for her this way. How disappointed she is to know you were simply in the middle of changing and she happened to walk in? But that doesn't mean she won't change that.

"Baishi, I'm turning in for the day. Have these documents on my table tomorrow morning." Ningguang informed her secretary late at night.

"Yes, Lady Ningguang, as you say. Have a good night."

"Thank you, you too. Do you know if Y/n has returned?"

"Yes, my lady. She came back a few minutes ago."

Ningguang nodded with a smile and walked towards her private chamber, letting out a sigh of exhaustion before she opened the door and met with an unexpected sight of you standing in front of the mirror in just your undergarments. She almost blushed but kept her composure and a smirk crept up on her face as she slowly stepped inside while locking the door behind her.

"What do we have here?~" her velvety voice spoke causing you to turn around in surprise.

"Ah, Ning! Is your work over now?"

"It is, and it seems.... I have quite a reward waiting for myself~" she walked closer to you and gripped your chin with her index finger and thumb, making you slightly confused and flustered at the same time.

"What.... do you mean? I-I didn't do anything...."

"Hm? Acting clueless, are we? I must admit I do rather like it when you act reluctant this way~" she leaned in near your neck and licked your collarbone while her hand snaked between your thighs to press on your clothed clit, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

"Ahn~ Wait, I wasn't.... I was just changing clothes, mhm~"

Ningguang frowned and leaned away from you, "Is that so? Seems I had my hopes up for nothing~"

She removed her hand and proceeded to turn around to do her own business, you became surprised at her sudden retreat and admiteddly didn't like her stopping.

"N-No! Wait!" you lunged forward and embraced her from behind, trapping her in your arms and a grin appeared on her face behind your back.

"No, please continue...."

She turned around triumphantly and gripped your chin once again while rubbing your clit, "So needy.... and here I thought you were just changing clothes, my dear?~

"Mmm.... but I don't mind you undressing me more~"

Ningguang chuckled and slid her hand inside your underwear while connecting her lips with yours in a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around her and proceeded to slide down her dress as well, leaving you both in a near-naked state while her fingers worked inside you, rubbing fast at your sensitive spots and making you come undone right on spot.

La Signora

As your superior, she came to pick you up after your training to go home together. She was sure she didn't see you go out but then she finally spotted you coming out of the shower rooms wearing your bra and underwear. Her eye squinted and she had already undressed you in her mind and the urge to mark your skin in red was unreal. Perhaps it was time to undress you for real as well.

Signora noted the time to be 6pm and decided it was time to head home. She made her way over the changing rooms of her designated training arena and found the place to be empty. Strange, she didn't see you walk out with others earlier so where did you go? But her question was answered right away when she saw you step out of a shower booth wearing just your bra and underwear and walk over to your locker when your eyes met hers.

"Ah, Rosa! When did you come...?" you blushed and instinctively hid your body causing her to smirk and walk up to you.

"Don't you realize how late it is? You made your superior come all the way for you, I think a punishment is in order~"

Your eyes widened and before you knew it, you were pinned on the locker behind you while Signora's hands roamed all over your body, groping your curves before settling on the waistband of your panties.

"So, how are you going to make it up to me?~" her index finger circled around the waistband while her other hand was grasping your jaw tightly to make you look at her and not avert your gaze. You felt her pull on the waistband then release all of a sudden, a 'snap' sound resounding in the empty room from the fabric slapping on your skin. You hissed and she only smirked wider, positioning her knee between your thighs and rubbing your core.

"Come on, speak up. If you don't say then I'll choose on my own and you won't have the right to complain then~"

"Mmm.... anything."

"Oh? Interesting. Hmm...." she hummed and trailed her gaze from head-to-toe then nuzzled near your neck and whispered in a seductive tone, "....You know, you seem rather clean to be called my top subordinate. I should stain you a bit to show how I don't hold back~"

You felt her tongue lap up your neck before she dived in to suck your skin, her lips wrapped on your neck with her teeth grazing it as she sucked and made bright red marks all over. Simultaneously, the hand near your panties had long slipped in and was fingering your clit while her knee grinded against your core. Your head threw back from the overwhelming sensations you felt from various places, she truly didn't hold back

Seeing your clear skin earlier made her hungry, she couldn't tolerate seeing you that way. She decided to mark you up everywhere with her signature red lipstick. Within moments, there were red lipstick marks and bite marks made all over your chest then continued down your belly and now your thighs. You shivered as she sucked on your inner thighs while thrusting her finger in and out of you. You knew she's going to make you weak in the knees right here.

Cabernet

It should be obvious that she'd want to devour you right away. Her hunger for you is insatiable and when you voluntarily undress in front of her? Oh, how do you expect her to hold back. Just because she has promised not to eat your soul until you give it, it doesn't mean she's not going to eat you up in other ways~

You were currently seated in the lavish mansion of the Franc family as invited by their heiress, Cabernet Franc, for a dinner. You weren't sure what to expect in your meal since you were aware of Cabernet's condition but fortunately, there was actual food and nothing fishy. Everything was made by Cabernet's best chefs whom she personally approved of, and the dishes were mostly your favorites because of course, she found out what you liked.

"Is the food to your liking, Chief? It's made by our head chef." Cabernet mused from across the table while holding up her wine glass and taking a leisurely sip, you nodded with a smile and thanked her for inviting you then continued eating.

"Hehe~ No need to be conscious, Chief. I'm not going to feed you my delicacies~"

"Of course, I know you wouldn't...."

You gave her a nervous smile then proceeded to pick up your wine glass and take a sip but accidentally dropped it from your hand due to the hasty movement. The glass shattered on the floor with most of the wine spilling on your shirt while the rest spread on the floor.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry! I—"

"Calm down, Chief. Let me help you."

Cabernet calmly stood up and came to your side and at the same time her butler came out with a maid to clean the spilled mess while she took you to her room to change your clothes.

"I have some plain shirts in my cupboard, I'll fetch it for you, Chief."

You agreed and Cabernet turned around to open her cupboard and search for a simple white shirt while you unbuttoned the stained one and waited for her. She finally found a shirt close to your size and turned to face you when her eyes widened in surprise looking at your half naked form. A faint smell of wine surrounded your body and she couldn't take her eyes off you, intently gazing at your lean form as she swallowed thickly. How irresistible.

"Uh, Cabernet?" you called out to her and she snapped out of her trance before smirking and walking closer. You brought your hand forward to take the shirt from her but she instead threw it away and suddenly brought you close to herself by pulling the waistband of your pants. Her face almost nuzzled in your neck and you could feel her hot breath against your skin breathing deeply as if taking your scent in.

"You smell really intoxicating, Chief. I just noticed there's some wine on your pants as well so.... let's get rid of them as well, shall we?~"

Before you could reply, she hastily unbuckled your belt followed by unbuttoning and pulling down your pants. You blushed furiously but were well aware of where this was going, you kicked away the pants from your feet and she wasted no time no push down on the bed and straddle your lap.

"Ahhh, Chief~ Everytime.... you have no idea how much you tempt me. It's not just your soul that's delicious.... your body, each and every part of you is delectable!~"

Cabernet was in a lustful trance, her face bright red as she hovered above you. She shifted down while licking the skin on your chest and trailing down your belly, gently sucking on your abs then reaching between your legs. She then pushed your underwear aside to give a gentle lick to your clit, your head shooting back in ecstasy.

Oh, how she loved that reaction.

She was already eating you out now, her tongue hungrily lapped up your folds before she pushed it in and sucked on your walls while lapping up your insides.

"Mmmm, hmmgh!~" she moaned into you as she slurped up your delicious juices, her thumb playing with your clit simultaneously. Your body arched up in bliss, she was too good at this. She knew your weak spots so well, she knew how to draw out your juices so well and she was going to not leave a single drop.

Chameleon

She wants to tie you up and watch you squirm then and there. No questions asked. I very much believe she's into tying you up whenever she gets the chance and she makes the most of it. And what's better than you automatically undressing in front of her? It's practically an invitation for her to do as she pleases~

You had a bad day at work, unnecessary meetings and arguments with people on top of hearing the complaints of clients. You were stressed out and just wanted to go home and forget about it all. You opened the door to your room to find your girlfriend, Chameleon, already settled on the bed and reading a book.

"Ah, welcome back, darling. How was your day?~" She asked with a gentle smile and sat up on the bed, focusing all her attention on you. You sighed and proceeded to remove your coat followed by your shoes and socks then throwing away your tie while continuing to pace back n forth and tell her what all had happened.

She had already sensed from the door that you were stressed out more then usual today, and she was more than happy to lend you an ear and ease your pain. She silently watched you go around the room while undressing, sliding down your pants in one corner then throwing away the shirt in another until you were in just your underagrments and were taking out clothes from your cupboard.

"Seriously, you tell me, how was I wrong in this?! It was ridiculous I swear!"

You ranted your last bit of stress and turned around to face her but she was suddenly right up behind you. You didn't realize when she walked up and stood there, you were so busy in ranting by yourself and your thoughts. Soon after, you noticed she also had your tie in her hands and you subconsciously swallowed in your throat.

"C-Chameleon—"

"Shhh~" she put her finger on your lips and shushed you, stopping you from anymore then proceeded to blindfold you with the tie and wrap her arms around your neck.

"I know you are stressed out, my darling. Let me help you relax, you know you can trust me on this. Besides...." her palm slid down your chest as if she was feeling your skin and abs, "....You have already made all preparations. Now, just follow my lead~"

In the next few moments, you were pushed down on the bed with your hands tied to the headboards and your eyes blinded. You had no idea what Chameleon was going to do, she was unpredictable every time. You felt the bed sink around you as she climbed up and you felt her straddle your lap then run her hands on your bare stomach.

"Mmm.... look how tense your muscles are. It seems you had a really bad day. But you know I'm the best when it comes to helping people relax, isn't that right?~"

"Yes...."

"Hehe, good girl~"

She shifted down slightly and pushed your legs apart to place herself between them and you suddenly felt something poke your clit. Oh, she was going to do this. You were excited now, and Chameleon knew that very well. She had control over your feelings too well. She rubbed the strap against your clit a few times before gently pushing in then bottoming out in a single thrust.

You arched up with a gasp feeling her penetrate you, but there was no pain and only pleasure. She was doing it intentionally, she had blocked your pain receptors so you would only feel uphoric in this moment. Within no time, she was rapidly thrusting in and out of you with her cock and watched you writhe beneath herself. How much she loved doing this.

She didn't have to do too much work, once she made you feel the pleasure for real, she simply mimiced the feeling in your mind and doubled it with her powers while she silently sat beside you and watched you squirm in pleasure. She was going to have so much fun with you all night today.

[sumeru-academy]

ECSTASY of Medusa

Lisa Minci x Reader

VOL 05 of Tragedies of Teyvat

⎯⎯mod chewie 🪑 

The cold stuck its ruthless chill to her, showing no regard to the way her muscles would contract underneath it. A claustrophobic panic seeped into her and she had no choice but to soak the anxiety like a sponge, she was trapped. Forced to slowly deteriorate and choke on her own breath, hearing her blood vessels explode.

Lisa’s body and mind jolted, reacting to the sudden rush of adrenaline made her lean upwards with a start. Nightmare. Her heart rate melodically slowed in her chest, she finally had the sensibility to recognize the familiar scene of her bedroom. Along with the sweetness of her beloved laying beside where she had once laid, laying on her back and swept under the waves of unconsciousness. (Y/N) had snuck out of her own bedroom to sleep with Lisa an ungodly amount of times, her warmth was one of the only things that could comfort her.

Despite this scene happening time and time again, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach had arisen.

Like it had done every night. Lisa was never bored of it though, she couldn’t get enough of (Y/N). She wishes she could set this moment in an unmoving stone, brushing her fingers over her beloved’s unconscious face, feeling the soft skin welcome her touch.

“I love you, my dear (Y/N).”

When Lisa awoke, the loving warmth of her darling was missing.

The ritual to the Anemo Archon took place monthly, to give thanks to the freedom of which was given after the fall of the Lawrence tyranny. Centuries of being held captive until the God Barbatos had descended from the heavens to lead the overthrowing of the tyrants. Each month, the Archon temple is visited by the people and given glorious and rich gifts by the mortals.  

People were expected to fill the chamber with their materialistic items, their useless amulets, and religious texts. Lisa Minci was a divine priestess of the worshippers, an untouchable woman surrounded by the light of the God’s graces.

Due to Lisa’s undoubted loyalty to the God’s and the wishes of Barbatos, What sealed this bond was the blood oath she took which bound her loyalty to the Archons and as a statement of which she belonged to Celestia. She was bound to celibacy. (Y/N) was bound to the inevitable future of marriage to a stranger.

They will be torn apart, Lisa cursed the God’s silently in her head as she preached. A book the size of her torso read with ancient scriptures of the same stories told again and again. They will be forced to be completely isolated from each other, never to embrace or kiss, never to be able to enjoy one’s company.

It’s a fate worse than death.

“Lord Barbatos led the village into a rebellion, the execution of the Lawrence head allowed the endless tyranny to finally come to a stop,” Lisa dramatically raised her arms as she continued telling the story, “He granted us the fine freedoms we get to have to this day.”

(Y/N) sunk in the vibration of Lisa’s voice in the crowded cathedral.

“We are now allowed to build businesses how we want, build this wonderful city, build this wonderful community,” the priestess settled into the deep brooding ocean of (Y/N)’s eyes, “We can love how we wish, freely, without punishment for being humans.”

Unlike Celestia, Barbatos was a merciful God. Of course Barbatos served Celestia as the Anemo Archon, but the inescapable fact remained that he ‘cared’ for his nation under its name.

As she sat in the crowd, a rock was in her stomach. The inevitable feeling of despair made it impossible to embrace the moments she and Lisa had shared, it was all temporary with a permanent feeling attached.

“Let us thank Lord Barbatos by granting the sacred land of Mondstadt this freedom.”

In reality, neither (Y/N) or Lisa were free.

(Y/N) snuck into her beloved’s room that night, like she usually did.

“Pull me up!” Lisa heard as she saw hands peer over her open window sill, “Pull me up!”

She did as the voice had instructed and grabbed (Y/N) from under her armpits and hoisted her through the window and into Lisa’s bedroom.

The ladies fell on top of one another, a victim of (Y/N)’s terrible balance and her nightgown catching the corner of the wooden sill which stuck out from the inside of the wall. The two fell to the floor, a loud thump following their tumble. Lisa could hear (Y/N) as she toppled on top of her.

Lisa, on the other hand, felt her anxiety spike. Her fathers heavy footsteps trailed down the hallway to the room, the familiar creaks of wood filled her chest with fear.

“Hide! Under the bed!” Lisa whispered, lightly pushing her lover under the evaluated mattress.

Her father causes her in the position of her crouched over (Y/N), attempting to hurry her under in order to hide. Luckily, his view was obscured to the other side and the nightstand that stood near the doorway.

“Lisa?”

She hardly answered, only humming in acknowledgement with a face of false cluelessness.

“What was that noise? It came from your room, are you alright?”

Lisa tried to ignore the rushing heartbeat pounding in her ears,”Oh… If it was one of my bigger books, I already cleaned up the mess. Everything’s fine.”

He looked around the room without moving from the doorway, nodding and bid his daughter a good night.

Only until his footsteps had left the creaking in the wood, certain that he had finally returned to his office to focus on his religious texts and anecdotes. Lisa finally allowed her lover to crawl what was under her bed. She was almost angry, but it all sunk into a cluster of guilt once she saw the mischievous smile that had adorned (Y/N)‘s sweet face. How could she be so mad at someone who had such a cute smile?

“I have a question,” (Y/N) asked, the moon had made its way into the center of the sky now, but neither of the women could feel the slightest bit of exhaustion, “You’re turning 21 soon, why haven’t you moved into the church?”

Lisa leaned against her, both sitting with their legs hanging off the bed facing the window which her lover had originally snuck into from.

“Do you want me to move into the church?”

“We wouldn’t have to worry about your parents catching us, and we could spend a lot more time together, ‘praying’, you know?” (Y/N) put up two fingers around the word ‘praying’ to resemble quotation marks. An obvious smile across her lips.

“How scandalous!” Lisa playfully gasped, lightly shoving her away only for her to come crashing back into her arms.

After the laughter and giggles had died down, (Y/N) spoke up again.

“Do you think we will ever be able to be together without having to hide it?”

It was a simple question, and the simple answer was no.

Lisa went silent for a few moments before answering, “I’m sworn to be forever loyal to Barbatos.”

“Willingly.”

“It was before I had met you, though.”

She sighed, “Lisa, look at me for a second.”

Slowly, she faced her beloved, and kissed her sweetly.

“Even if we are to ever love publicly, even if your loyalty may be to Lord Barbatos, I will always love you,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, similar to that of a stream flowing down the side of a path after a rainstorm. The small sounds of water drops falling against the soil were able to be heard.

Lisa felt as if she was going to break within her embrace, “You’re so perfect, you are my everything.”

“I love you so much, Lisa.”

“Trust me when I say that English words cannot describe how much I love you.”

When they kissed again, it tasted of a sweetness in their chests that was born of loving adoration.

The sacrifices to Barbatos were held the next month, per usual. Lisa would embrace her lover each night, finding the will to perform the monthly ritual. The same ritual that kept them apart.

It was mostly Lisa’s fault, she had found the inability to love before (Y/N) had come into her life. So she followed her mothers dreams to become the high priestess, then (Y/N) made everything crash down. Her heart raced, her cheeks were flushed whenever they would speak or brush shoulder to shoulder within the crowded temple crowds.

That afternoon, she would be announcing she will be moving into the church and become the true high priestess.

“Lord Barbatos loves all of his subjects, please find grace in his love.” Lisa tried her best to keep the boredom from entering her tone.

It poured outside. The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the cathedral styled temple was reverberating across the walls in an eerie echoey hollowed noise.

After the preachings, Lisa took a shaky breath in, “I will be moving my living quarters to the church, taking my place as the true Barbatos priestess.”

She didn’t expect applause and cheer, but the townspeople praised her nonetheless. She felt so guilty, so guilty for leading them on to the false illusion that she, herself, was not a sinner. She doesn’t atone for her sins, how could she apologize for falling in love with the most splendid woman ever?

In her head she begged for Barbatos to come down from the heavens to validate her himself. She was so tired of keeping secrets.

The moon stood over the top of the vaulted halls of the temple. If one looked through the stained glass, one could see the illuminated clouds painted by the moon’s radiant light. Lisa nervously paced the corridor, the taps of her heels made her quick strides obvious. (Y/N) had planned on sneaking in to spend the night, and Lisa was determined to chase her off. It was just… too dangerous.

The cathedral was much too big for her to navigate on her own, especially at night. It wasn’t that Lisa didn’t want to see her beloved darling, but she’d have to focus on her duties before anything.

There she was, (Y/N) stood in the main hall in a formal casual white dress that was sleeveless and touched her knees. She looked so radiant under the pale moonlight, the shimmer of hues blending in with the colored glass of the windows making her look as if she was some sort of Goddess.

“(Y/N)!” Lisa quickly trotted over to her, “You cannot be here, I’ll try to find a way to get my room on the first floor but for now, we’ll have to meet during the day.”

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that, I won’t stay for long, my love. After your big announcement, my parents felt entitled to make one of their own,” (Y/N) looked down, the priestess noticed that she was barefoot.

“I got engaged.”

Three words, three words could carry so much power. ‘I love you’ and ‘marry me, Lisa.’

She knew this was going to happen, they both did. It was the inevitable truth that they both had come to them and there was nothing they could do about it other than let fate tear them apart.

It was both of their worst nightmare, but it was unavoidable.

(Y/N) spoke up again, “Let’s run away.”

“What?”

She wasn’t smiling, her brows were tilted upward with glossy eyes. Using all her might to keep her voice from cracking and breaking down entirely.

“Beloved please,” Lisa started, “I hate the fact you have to marry someone else other than me, it tears my heart into a thousand pieces. My heart aches for you.”

“But you cannot run away with me…”

“No, I have a blood oath to this temple. If I leave I will be hunted down by the Gods themselves. I cannot put you in that sort of danger.”

“To hell with the God’s!” (Y/N)‘s sudden rise in tone echoed through the walls, she was certain it scared the birds who rested atop the roof, “I’ll help you, we can travel out of Mondstadt where the Gods cannot touch us.”

Lisa moved closer to hush the hysteria by pressing her lips against her lovers, whispering between greedy kisses, sobs of, “I love you,” and “I need you.”

Arms wrapped around each other’s neck to bring their bodies closer, drowning and drinking in each other’s presence. Getting high off each other's scent. There wasn’t a way to escape anymore, Lisa never belonged to (Y/N), she was owned by the Archons and Celestia.

Reluctantly, swayed by her lover's damp cheeks and puffy eyes (Y/N) was led into the newer bedroom of Lisa’s. Decorated with tall bookshelves with golden spines, all neatly organized in neat and standing vertical over long horizontal rows. Potted plants stood in a particular corner of the room, a domestic bush of bleeding hearts gave the room a contrasting dots of pink. The walls were bleak, covered with books and statuettes representing Lord Barbatos.

“Did the church give you the bleeding hearts? You never seemed to take any interest in botany,” (Y/N) commented, crouching down to look at the plant closer.

“They were already there, I was thinking of asking one of the servants to replant it outside.”

Lisa looked at her as her beloved touched the leaves delicately, “You should, they’re too pretty to die here.”

The following month was hard to say in the least. (Y/N) kept her distance from the church unless she was sneaking in— despite Lisa’s warnings to stop. The both of them couldn’t help exchanging small kisses during the fleeting moments when they were finally alone. The church was massive, and (Y/N) couldn’t walk around by herself and Lisa couldn’t be caught with her.

The world was constantly working against them. The trigger being the blood that Lisa spilled for the divine.

Each day that the ceremony neared closer, the more Lisa’s shoulders felt unbearably heavy and she could hardly keep her eyes open. Spending most nights in the arms of her lover and hardly wanting to sleep and unable to get a kiss goodbye.

“The archons blessed us with the ability to be free,” the priestess read to the crowd, it was an early reading so hardly anybody showed. “Find love in Lord Barbatos and how the wind carries his grace and adoration for the Mondstadt people.”

She spotted (Y/N) in the lower right of the room, where she always was.

It was uncomfortably sunny, the early morning rays hit the priestess almost as if she were being burned alive through colored hues of painted glass.

With a sigh, Lisa opened her official scripture filled with the legends of the ancient archons. The paper under her fingers felt different, it felt less thin and textured as if someone had spilt water on it. As she looked upon the crimson ink that appeared in front of her as she read, she ceased her breathing and her heartbeat froze.

“Divinity of Celestia prevents the breaking of the blood oath. Celestia binds one to complete celibacy, having love for someone that is other than the Archons and Celestia Themselves is a breaking of the oath. Acting upon this love in front of the altar for the Archons is turning one’s back against Celestia. Sneaking behind the Divine's back and attempting to disobey is against Celestia.

When one spills one's blood into the sacred bowl of Boreas, one is consenting to be eternally bound to Celestia and the demands of both Celestia and worship of the Archons will be followed through.

By turning one’s back against these ideals one will be cursed with the ultimate form of excommunication, and be bound to the horrors of the abyss.

Lisa Minci will be forced upon these punishments for the breaking of the oath and betrayal of Celestia by loving (Y/N) (L/N).”

Every page was exactly the same, the only thing that changed was the terrible shade of red. The ink became more and more damp and stained the tips of her fingers. She rapidly turned each page, cold sweat and terror sinking into her stomach.

The small crowd of citizens mumbled and whispered among themselves as they saw their divine priestess turn each page in a manner that was more panicked with each page. Lisa looked up to reassure the participants that she had just gotten her scriptures mixed up, her jaw clenched.

An ear shattering crack echoed throughout the main corridor and the people screamed as the glass fell on top of them. Lisa, by natural defense, covered her face with her forearms and stumbled backwards.

The candles at the altar were no longer ignited.

“Lisa!” (Y/N)’s voice could be barely heard as she rushed over to her lover, feeling Lisa’s skin deform and morph underneath her touch.

Out of horror, she reeled back as what used to be her beloved, falling down the few steps that lead to the platform of where she once stood. Despite all of the fear in her body, despite every animalistic instinct in her body begging her to run away like all of the other townsfolk have done. (Y/N) stayed there.

Lisa finally had the courage to look up, her skin felt cold and an uncomfortable chill ran up and down her spine.

“(Y/N).” She called.

(Y/N) stayed there. Forever.

What used to be a human so full of life that she didn’t know what to do with it all, was now a shade of hard gray. She was stone, there was no shell for her to break through, there was no pain. (Y/N) would stay there forever as a formerly living statue.

Lisa repeated mantras and prayers while hugging the cold and hard waist of what remains of her lover, she begged for forgiveness, patiently waiting and hoping for something to descend upon the heavens and grant her what remains of Celestia’s mercy.

“Dear Barbatos, I’ve devoted myself to you. Please just once, I ask you to help me.”

She was greeted with a suffocating silence.

Her hair turned into snakes, the light hissing and the sound of their scales moving over one another was the only noise that pretended to comfort her.

Long Live Celestia.