#qiqi locks

[rishiguro]

i like dendro

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hi Question! Are there any people in thhe Genshin that helped us or Y/N or did everyone hate us and no one will be exemped from the BSD cast's revenge?

(like Kaeya,Albedo,Klee and etc since they're the characters mostly used that helped the Reader in SAGAU Imposter fanfics) ??

I use the idea, that False Creator, to establish their power, destroyed Celestia, making Abyss Order and Fatui incredibly loyal to them. Moreover, False Creator as kind and benevolent person.

Still, there are people, who will help Reader.

Who helped Reader:

1. Albedo, Alice and Klee - can't do much, unfortunately. Klee and kids are kept close to False Creator, because people of Teyvat believe, that it will be good for their kids to be in a presence of Creator. So, Alice and Albedo's hands are tied down, yet, they will do as much as she can.

2. Bennett, Razor and Fischl - don't believe, that Reader did something bad. Yet, they also can't do much. Fischl's parents believe in False Creator, Bennett's dads are also believing in False Creator and Razor's parental figures (Lisa and Varka) are hunting Reader. Moreover, The Adventures Guild can be disbanded, if False Creator asked Tsaritsa to do it.

3. Yaoyao - she is a kind girl and will help Reader. She will patch their wounds and help them to get from Liyue to Sumeru.

4. Baizhu and Qiqi - Baizhu is a doctor, and it would be against his principles to turn down the patient. He and Qiqi will try to help Reader, will even hide Reader for a few days, so they can have some rest.

5. Yoimiya - saw, how Reader played with kids, agreed to listen to them. Believed Reader. She and her father will keep Reader hidden until they find a way to leave Inazuma.

6. Nahida and Aranaras - know, that False Creator are false. Will protect Reader as much, as they can. Will end up locked away, protecting Reader.

7. Alhaitham and Kaveh - don't view False Creator as someone good. They will protect Reader after Nahida and Aranaras were captured.

8. Melusines - saw, that False Creator are false. Will protect Reader till the end, will even go against Neuvillette, who is on Fake Creator's side.

9. Furina - after what she had to go through, she doesn't believe, that False Creator has anything good in them. Why they didn't return earlier? Why they didn't stop the prophecy? She doesn't have much power, but she will do whatever she can, protecting Reader.

This people (creatures) will not only be spared from BSD Cast's revenge, they will be offered to be transported into the Real World.

[stardustsorbet]

♡ ― 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔 ✧ (nsfw)

• taking care of your husband when he’s pent up and tired ;3 cw: gentle femdom, pegging, handjobs, hickeys, lots of kissing, gentle and loving sex, strap-ons, anal penetration (male receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, smutty but fluffy too

Liyue sunsets were always so pretty. Not only were the golden rays of sunshine a kind reminder of the beautiful night to come, but a good way to indicate the end of a long work day. Both you and Baizhu knew all too well how painfully long work days were at the pharmacy, and you especially knew the day was far from over by the way your husband was clinging to you.

He’d get clingy when all he could think about was you fucking him the second you walked past the door frame. You had a significant difference in energy levels; one of you wasn’t chronically ill, just to have one example.

Dropping your bags by the door, you figured he’d pop the question eventually, so you ventured into your drawers to find your toys. Leaving them on the dresser, you came out to find Baizhu trying his best to not fall into sleep. “Are you that tired, my dear? I was gonna treat you tonight,” you offered, massaging his tense shoulders and undoing his hair to let the verdant locks flow down his back.

“Would you still? I need you so desperately, please, (Y/N),” he pleaded, leaning into your touch, so gentle and loving. His neck seemed to get hot from his begging, but you didn’t want to keep him from getting what he wanted, you knew he was fragile.

“Get undressed, honey, I’ll be right out,” you promised, kissing his cheek. He was surprisingly eager, just about halfway stripped down by the time you had got the strap-on tightened around your hips. You helped him the remainder of the way, finally revealing his pretty pale skin under the remainder of the sunset outside your window.

Checking quickly outside, you made sure Qiqi was sound asleep and Changsheng was caged in another room. Qiqi hearing you two do married couple business was one thing, but Changsheng hearing and understanding was too embarrassing to think about.

You took his hair and braided it, just like you always did before you two made love, kissing down his back and squeezing gently at his waist. You pushed him back onto your pillows perched up against the headboard. “You don’t worry about pleasing me tonight, just make some pretty noises and I’ll be fine,” you reassured him.

“I will.. thank you, (Y/N),” he promised, holding your hand in his own. He had long fingers and the softest hands, always moisturized from lotion you gave him. He was more so quiet when you two fucked, too embarrassed and vulnerable to make conversation. You tried your best to pull him out of that habit, but you understood having your wife blow your back out was something that might humble the average man.

“You’re so pretty, my love, your eyes are so enchanting,” he tells you, pulling you in to kiss him. With your bodies pressed together, he couldn’t help but slightly grind his cock against your stomach, the friction making him groan in relief.

“As are you, Baizhu, such pretty skin and the most gentle face. I can’t describe how much I’m in love with you, and all the more when I get to make you feel good like this… can I start?” You question, rubbing his waist and gently kissing down his neck.

Softly groaning, he whispers a soft “yes” and squeezes his eyes shut as you suck on his chest, twitching as your tongue ran over his nipple. You gently moved his legs apart, cream colored thighs squirming with anticipation at his unattended erection. “Please, be gentle, (Y/N),” he asks of you, so sweet and submissive under your touch.

Taking your bottle of lube, you pumped some onto your fingers. Smearing some on Baizhu’s entrance made him jump, the cold feeling so teasing yet uncomfortable. Pushing a finger in, you used your unoccupied hand to slowly jerk off his neglected cock. The pleasure that was flowing through his body was already so much at such little action, and you always found it too cute at how worked up he would get.

Such a composed, eloquent doctor during the day but a submissive mess when you two had your doors shut.

Curling your finger in an upward direction, you did your best multitasking, keeping both hands busy as Baizhu groaned under you, mumbling little pleads of “more” or “need it so bad,” his usual incoherent babbling when all he could think about was getting filled up with your cock.

Feeling brave for the both of you, you took your other lubed up finger and slipped it in his ass, pushing them in and out in an effort to loosen him up. Poor baby was so tense, all you could do was reassure him that you’d be gentle and kiss his knuckles, focusing intently on his expression and asking if he was comfortable as often as you could.

“Put another in, I’ll be alright,” he allowed, pushing himself back into your hand to reach deeper spots. “I want you in me, (Y/N), so, so bad.” You pumped some additional lube and did as he wanted, slipping yet another finger in. He seethed at the initial intrusion but quickly settled into it.

Fingering him at a slower pace was difficult; you’d like to go much deeper and quicker, but today was one of his off days and he needed you to be gentle with him. You were sure he’d make up for it one day. You continued on until you thought he was ready enough for your toy.

You pumped a generous amount of lube onto the toy, smearing it across so every inch was covered. Pain (or more so discomfort) was normal for this kind of thing, but you wanted it to be very minimal. “Doing ok, darling?” You questioned as you pulled your fingers out, massing his thigh and helping him adjust to give you better posture.

“Yes, I’m okay,” he says, eying the toy with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Is that new? I don’t believe we’ve used that one.” His voice trembled in the slightest, but he tried his best to put on a brave face for you.

“Mhm, it is. It’s a little bit bigger than the other, is that okay?” You answered, not sure how he’d receive that considering he was run down and it was a lot more to take.

“Yes, that’ll be fine,” he assures, reaching for your hand as you slide the toy into him. He could always take your cock so well, even on the days where he felt the worst. Easing it in slowly, his legs trembled under your touch as you held them pushed back.

“Good job, baby, halfway there,” you comforted, the girth of the toy a lot more than what it looked like. Or, at least it felt that way to Baizhu.

“It’s halfway? It feels like so much already,” he whined, clutching the sheets with his spare hand.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” you comforted, kissing his neck and sucking hickeys onto his skin. The bruising was always such a pretty contrast, a little reminder he was all yours.

Bottoming out after a few slow minutes, you began gently thrusting in and out of his ass, keeping his legs on your shoulders and bending over to kiss him on his lips. You picked up your pace in the slightest, rocking into him and trying new angles, all in hopes to hit his prostate.

“This feels good, thank you,” he says, avoiding eye contact with you as you fuck him.

“Look at me, baby, look into my eyes,” you take his glasses and put them on his bedside table, holding his gaze. His snake-like eyes had a shimmering film over them, pupils blown as much as they could be meanwhile holding their slit shape.

Thrusting and continuing to kiss him, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as a guttural groan slipped past his lips, muffled by your own. “Feel good right there?” You teased, rubbing the tip of the toy against that spot once again.

You loved the way Baizhu’s legs trembled, the pleasure all too much for him to remain composed. “Uh-huh,” he mumbles, eyes rolling back as you continued to prod at that sweet spot inside him, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. Each time you reached deeper inside him, his cock twitched, wanting your attention so desperately, and who were you to deny him?

“You wanna cum, beautiful?” You teased, stroking him and kissing his nose. He was breathing heavy, surprisingly not heavy enough to make him choke up.

“Yes yes, please (Y/N), I want to cum so bad, all over us both,” he whined, taking each of your thrusts so well. You continued at that pace until he let out shaky breaths and tears formed in his eyes. “Archons— oh, (Y/N), please more, please, I’m so close, I need to cum,” he babbles, watching as your breasts bounce while you fuck into him.

He moaned so pathetically as he came, tears falling from his eyes, eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure was just too much. Ropes of cum fell along his stomach, reaching up to his chest. Ragged breaths were quick and heavy, but he still tried his best to kiss you. “Such a good boy, Baizhu, you took it so well,” you complimented, pulling out once he came down from his high.

“Thank you, I gave my all for you,” he says, wiping his tears as you cleaned the pair of you up. Reaching for his glasses, clumsily, you took them and put them on, resting them gently on his nose.

“Get some rest, pretty, I’ll be there in a moment,” you promised, kissing his cheek while you fixed the blankets cast aside on a chair. You rested yourself against his back, pulling the blankets up over your bodies. “So pretty, aren’t you, Baizhu?” No answer, he was already dead asleep. You chuckled at the alarming rate in which he passed out, but as you wrapped your arms around him and nestled your chin into his shoulder, all you wanted was for him to wake up in the warm and loving comfort of your embrace.

[kichiyosh1]

Modern AU where qiqi is Scara's adoptive little sister and you happen to be her babysitter! Scara sees how good you are with handling kids and slowly starts to develop a crush on you.

Qiqi is aware of this but stays indifferent to this information

once babysitting hours are over and you say your goodbyes for the day, Scara is quick to interogate ask Qiqi how her time with you was, with a look of disinterest as he isn't even maintaining proper eye contact.

She knows it's a facade, because once she starts mentioning even the most boring of details, for long as she mentions your name she can see how her big brother suddenly begins to listen in intently.

"She sure knows how to do her job well."

"But Qiqi just mentioned how she managed to lock qiqi and her out of the house for a whole hour—"

"She got the keys back didn't she? so it's nothing worth fussing over."

She decided to leave out the part where you stuffed her into an open window so she could open the door from the inside. She's not about to ruin her brother's beautiful image of you when he has such a solid look on his face.

He's clearly infatuated

'You can be the most flawed person in the world and he'd still call you perfect', that's how qiqi sees it in simple terms.

"Well, did she perhaps... mention me?"

"If big brother wants to know if she likes him, then why not ask her yourself?"

"That's not what I meant! I'm just being aware of what she thinks about me, and what if you mention something embarrassing about me? i'll be sure to replace your coco goat milk with cereal milk if you ever do such a thing!

This mf acting like the victim, of his own feelings at that!

"Qiqi will put in a good word for you if you don't take away qiqi's coco goat milk"

Both of them nod as they come to an agreement.

"Oh, Qiqi remembers something about big sister [y/n] saying how your room was a little messy."

"YOU LET HER INTO MY ROOM?! Wait, did she touch anything? and if so I will need you to think really really hard to remember what it was."

Qiqi went to sleep that day hugging her coco goat plushie while leaving a flustered scaramouche kicking his feet, head buried into his pillow.

'Qiqi said [y/n] made my bed before laying down on it AHSBSHSVD'

okay maybe that last part didn't happen, but knowing her big brother, she thinks that's how she's supposed to remember it, for his happiness I guess.

____

Ya'll do not know how much I love qiqi as if she were my child, so why not put her and Hat guy together for a fic! I might make more headcannons and scenarios for this if you would like :) with Scara using his little sister as an excuse to have you around him hehe

[lexsssu]

Kitchen Sex (Baizhu)

TAGS: Baizhu/F!reader, praise, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“H-Honey, what if Qiqi walks in…?!”

“Don’t fret, darling. She’s out on an errand so she won’t be home for quite a while…”

The smell of herbs floated throughout the humble kitchen, a calming scent as opposed to the heat quickly escalating by the stove. With it turned off and your cooking saved from potential burning, the verdant-haired man had you pinned against the kitchen counter as his tongue swirled inside your mouth in order to lay claim to every crevice.

Baizhu’s hair was mussed up as your hands delved into his silky tresses, tugging at his luxurious locks as his lips not only occupied your own, but his hands slithered into the folds of your clothes to swiftly tear them open.

You don’t remember much as your senses are overloaded with everything your husband had to offer, whether it be his hands, mouth, or cock.

“Gorgeous. Absolutely perfect,” the doctor whispers reverently as he hugs your sweaty and spent body against his own, burying his face into your hair all the while still intimately connected to you.

“Now then, why don’t we take a bath together? We wouldn’t want Qiqi walking in to see her mommy all dirty, right?”

The weak glare you send him only has the Dendro-user chuckling, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before hoisting you up and carrying you towards the bathroom for a well-deserved bath.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can you do platonic Lu Bu, Kojiro, Jack, Raiden and Nikola with a little sister reader who is like Qiqi from genshin impact

Before little sister reader dead, she was a sunshine and cheerful. But after her death, she became forgetful and emotionaless.

Here's Qiqi's lore

https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Qiqi/Lore

And things you didn't know about Qiqi

https://gamerant.com/genshin-impact-qiqi-facts-trivia/

Still new to this franchise so please be patient with me. I did a bit of research on Qiqi so I hope I do this request justice.

-Lu Bu- To your big brother, you were his most important person, the only person he would willingly die for, not that he would ever tell anyone that. He remembered when you were alive by his side, you would cling to him, call him brother, and just brighten up not only his day but Chen Gong’s day who adored you. When he found out you were killed while he was fighting, someone else coming up and killing you in cold blooded revenge, he was furious and went on a one-man killing spree. After he died, he found you also in Valhalla, but you weren’t Y/N- you were a shell, a husk of your former, sunshine self. He never said anything, but Chen Gong could see the pain in his lord’s eyes when he would look down at you, holding you on his lap, wishing for the real you to return. You still called him brother, which he did love, but until everything was the same, there would always be pain in Lu Bu’s heart.

-Kojiro- Was the best big brother to you, always willing to give you piggy-back rides, doting on you, and he beamed when you asked him to train you himself. You were both beings of sunshine, smiling brightly. When you died in a terrible accident, Kojiro’s smile waned, he felt like he couldn’t live without his precious sister, and so he trained, trained to become stronger, so others wouldn’t lose their own loved ones. When Kojiro arrived in Valhalla, he was stunned to see you there waiting for him, you weren’t smiling, you looked almost emotionless, like you were missing your emotions. However, you brought back his smile when you held up your arms, “Big brother.” He hugged you so tightly, so happy to have you back in his life. You remained by your brother’s side, supporting him silently as he trained throughout the years. He did his best to always smile, smiling for the both of you, and when you managed to give him a shade of a smile, after so many years, he was elated, throwing you up into the air in glee.

-Jack- Your true self was locked deep within you, he could see your emotions wanting to break out, wanting to be free, but they couldn’t. You were like an emotionless living doll, barely speaking, and only to your big brother, calling him such. You were still as affectionate as you were when you were both alive, cupping his cheeks, sitting on his lap, and always being with him. Jack could see that you were trying, and it did warm his heart and he would always praise you and hold you close. Jack never forgave himself when you were killed after he failed to protect you, he became distraught, spiraling into madness, unable to cope with the loss of the only person that truly, honestly, loved him. When he saw you in Valhalla, waiting for him, he gave you a promise that the two of you would never be apart again.

-Raiden- You loved and adored your massive big brother more than anything, you were his number one fan, coming to all of his matches and cheering him on, looking adorable amongst all the other rikishi. Raiden was the same, he loved you so much and loved to spoil you, only because you would spoil him in return. If he got you mochi, you would hold one of them up, feeding him, which made his heart so warm. To lose you to a fever of all things, the one thing he couldn’t easily protect you against, made Raiden lose hope, he felt so helpless. In Valhalla, he was stunned to see you waiting there for him, holding your arms up to him, “Brother.” He hugged you so tightly many around worried that you were going to pop. Raiden knew that you were still Y/N, despite being void and emotionless, he knew that one day, if he was strong enough, he would bring back his biggest cheerleader, he just had to be patient, and smother you with love.

-Nikola- Despite all his knowledge, all his science and research, he couldn’t do anything to save you after you came down with a deadly fever. He could only see your bright smiling face, chasing after your much older brother, calling him big brother. Even though you couldn’t understand his science, you would stare at him with wonder and awe in your eyes ae he explained everything he could do in great detail. He thought it was cute that you tried to understand, finding your attempts to sound smart adorable, but he would always hype you up. When he found you in Valhalla, he picked you up, spinning you around with so much joy that he was in tears. It was only then when he saw your blank eyes and no smile on your lips, you were like a little doll. Nikola researched everything he could, trying to figure out a way to bring your smile back, with you sitting on his lap just like normal, holding his free hand. Nikola realized his research was not in vain when you finally spoke after a long while, “Explain it to me, big brother.” His research was momentarily forgotten as he swept you up, dancing around his lab in glee before, going into detail about everything, just like old times.

[cegantheayugipi]

"I Aced the Fatui Typewriter Exam" (Childe x Reader)

A Childe Enemies to Lovers Smut Oneshot

Link to the Artist

Summary: Your sparring partner, Childe, ended up breaking your arm in your most recent fight... now, this wouldn't be an issue if you weren't an author who desperately needed to finish a manuscript by tomorrow... However, you come up with a creative but ambitious solution that seems to work a little too well, and not in the way you want...

Word Count: 10.0k

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI!!! BIG SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!

Tags include: hate sex, childe having very many disgusting kinks, violence, injury, waterworks

“I’m sorry.” You choked for a moment as you found your voice, “I have to WHAT?!”

Your exclamation rang through Bubu Pharmacy as you gawked at the poor Pharmacist, your voice so loud that any passerby outside could hear.

“You have to rest your arm for at least a week.” Baizhu shook his head. “Your Ulna is fractured, and it will not heal right if you keep treating your body like you have nine lives. I strongly suggest you stop your sparring sessions with that Harbinger you despise so dearly.”

“That fucking ASSHOLE!” You cursed, seething in place as Baizhu finished wrapping up your arm with bandages.

“Now, be quiet. There are children here, and I don’t like you using curses around them.” Baizhu spoke sternly yet smoothly, flashing you a smile. The two of you had grown close over the years, especially since your knack for danger ended you up at this very pharmacy all too often, so neither of you took each others’ antics to heart.

“But Baizhu,” you groaned, “I have a manuscript to send off tomorrow! Lady Guuji is going to have my head if I’m late again!”

“There is no way you can write or type with your dominant hand broken,” Baizhu responded flatly. “Perhaps, next time you will reevaluate the priority of your sparring sessions, since it seems like every time you have one, you end up in my care.”

“Baizhu, I’m serious! What do I do about this deadline?!” You groaned.

“Well, if it were me, I’d try to find a proxy who can write for you.” Baizhu shrugged as he handed you a small parcel of medicine for you to take.

“Baizhu, you know what kind of literature I write, I can’t just…” You trailed off for a moment as a brilliant idea came to you.

“Actually, you’re a fucking genius. I love you.” 

You stood up and immediately stalked towards the door.

“Don’t forget to take your medicine!” Baizhu called after you. 

Now that you were finally gone, the Pharmacist let out a worried sigh.

“The broken lady is always too noisy.” Qiqi peeked her head around the corner of the countertop, where she had been hiding from you this entire time.

“Yes, she is.” Baizhu sighed.

“What does fucking asshole mean?”

The curses coming from the small child’s mouth shocked Baizhu.

“QIQI!” he exclaimed, his eyes going wide. “That is not a word you can say!”

“Fucking asshole…”

“NO, QIQI!”

~~~

“Miss L/N, Sir Tartaglia is busy at the moment. I can pass on a message to him if it’s urgent.” Ekaterina spoke as the two of you stood in the lobby of Northland Bank.

“Urgent, my ass! That rat bastard owes me, his work can wait!” You seethed, storming around the poor receptionist as you made your own way to his office. Somehow, you remembered the way to his office from the odd couple of times you had visited him at work. 

“W-wait, he’s really behind on paperwork! Please let him catch up!” Ekaterina shouted after you, but you paid no mind as you continued down the hall.

The corridors were winding, dimly lit, and confusing, but you confidently swung open a door, knowing that this was certainly Childe’s office.

“*insert Fatui voice line here*”

You blinked, realizing you had opened the door to a janitor’s closet, and that a Fatui Anemoboxer was pinning an Agent to the wall inside. The two froze, turning their heads towards you, and you quickly slammed the door shut.

“I suggest you lock the door, idiots!” You shouted angrily.

So, that wasn’t Childe’s office. Which one was his, again?

You squinted as you stared down the corridor, realizing that Childe’s office was actually across from the closet from the plaque on the door with the name “Tartaglia” carved into it.

WIth absolutely zero respect for the Harbinger who broke your arm, you kicked the door open to see the ginger sitting at his desk surrounded by stack upon stack of papers. He seemed unsurprised that you had barged in so violently, considering the door slamming and shouting that happened only seconds prior.

“You sure know how to make an entrance.” He spoke flatly. “Are you paying for my door repair?”

“Do your fingers work?”

“Huh?” Childe seemed confused.

“I’m asking you. Can you use all ten fingers?”

“Depends how you want me to use them.” He smirked cheekily, leaning back in his chair.

“Ew, you disgusting bastard. I’m asking if you can type.” You stormed towards his desk, tempted to swipe all his stacks of papers onto the floor. “Unless your fingers are as dumb as that empty head of yours.”

“I got a top score on the Fatui typewriter exam, I’ll have you know.” Childe crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I bet I can type faster than you.”

“Hah.” You laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh yeah?” Childe smirked. “I could do it right now.”

“You could?” You smirked. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“It’s a contest, then.” Childe spoke confidently.

“Actually, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” You smirked.

“Huh?” the ginger became confused again.

“I have a manuscript due tomorrow and SOMEONE has rendered me unable to type or write. So, you’re coming with me.”

“W-wait, I have a lot of paperwork to do-”

“Your paperwork can wait one more day. I have a deadline and a publisher who is demanding I start sending out drafts on time.”

You walked around the desk, grabbing Childe’s arm with your unbroken one and dragging him out of his chair. The ginger stumbled behind you, unsure about what you had in store for him.

“Morax on a stick, your arms are scrawny as hell.” You scoffed, continuing to drag him behind you.

“These arms can still beat you in a fight.” Childe retorted.

“I’d watch my mouth if I was you.” Rolling your eyes, you dragged Childe through the lobby of Northland Bank towards the main entrance.

“Miss L/N, Sir Tartaglia, wait!” Ekaterina exclaimed as she tried to call after you. However, the two of you were already on your way out the door.

~~~

“So… What do I do again?” Childe spoke, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. You had made him sit down at your desk, in front of your typewriter, a page half-filled with the guide already positioned at the next empty line on the page. You stood behind the Harbinger, staring down at his messy head of hair as you pointed to the machine.

“I dictate, you type.” You spoke bluntly. “If you mess up even one letter, I’ll break your nose.” 

“Okay…” Childe suddenly felt extremely nervous. He had last done this test when he was eighteen, which was several years ago. However, he knew he couldn’t give up here, since he had to carry through with his bet to prevent him from seeming like a coward.

“Alright? The page is already half done. Just write what I say.”

“Got it…” Childe trailed off, positioning his hands over the keys.

“You never realized how the Knight felt for you until-”

“Wait, why is it in second person?” Childe questioned.

“Shut up and type.” You responded. “I’ll start again.”

“O-okay.”

“You never realized how the Knight felt for you until you felt his soft embrace, period. You thought he was merely a noble man who was courteous to everyone, comma, but this was more than just that, period. This was desire, period.”

Childe’s hands flew across the keys, typing out the sentence with speed and accuracy that actually surprised you. When Childe reached the end of the line his hand flew up and fluidly swiped the carriage return lever to start a new line without any hesitation. Only a couple of seconds after you had finished speaking, the sentence was written out in perfect spelling and punctuation.

“Wow, you can actually type pretty fast.”

“I’m assuming you don’t want that sentence included.”

“Yup.” Mildly impressed, you continued to dictate the story.

“...as your lips daintily interlocked with his, comma, you could feel the tender passion the Knight radiated, period. His arms gently caressed your back and pulled you closer to him, period.”

Childe didn’t know how to feel about typing this sort of story out for you, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to win the competition and prove he was better at typing than you. So, he ignored what you were saying and instead focused on getting the letters typed onto the page.

“His hands moved dexterously as he unlaced your bodice-”

“Uhm.” Childe cut in, his hands pausing over the keys.

“Hm?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if this kind of story would be too much for Childe to type calmly.

“How do you spell dexterously?”

You rolled your eyes, realizing it was a mere spelling issue.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I think that’s a couple too many letters for one word.” Childe responded cheekily.

“D-E-X-T-E-R-O-U-S-L-Y” You spelled out quickly, and Childe immediately finished the rest of the sentence afterwards.

“Okay, continue.” He responded, still determined to win at whatever this competition was turning into.

A couple minutes later, and the story had progressed even further.

“You stared up at his toned body, comma, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved, period. Line break.”

Childe grew uneasy as he finished the sentence and set a new line on the typewriter, the satisfying “clunk” of the metal sliding into place acting as a signal for you to continue.

“Open quote. Are you willing to submit fully to me, to give me everything, question mark, close quote.”

Childe shifted in his seat, realizing exactly where this story was going as his hands continued to fly over the keys and type perfect words. He tried to block out how the language you used seemed to only grow more and more lewd.

“You gasped as you felt him breach you, comma, laying kisses over you as he penetrated you with his manhood, period.”

Childe hoped the blush on his cheeks wasn’t obvious to you.

“How can you publish something like this knowing that people are going to read it?” Childe murmured.

“No talking, typewriter. And I’m no idiot. I use a pen name.”

You switched back to dictating your story as it progressed.

“You couldn’t help the moans that escaped your mouth as his cock pounded into your sopping cunt-”

Childe choked, his hands faltering over the keys in response to what you had just said.

“Do I need to say it again? You couldn’t help the moans tha-”

“Are you getting off to the fact that you’re making me type this?” Childe questioned in disbelief.

“Hah. You wish.” You stepped around the chair, standing next to where the Harbinger sat. “You shouldn’t be the one to talk when you’re hard yourself.”

“Wh-”

Childe froze in place as you lifted up your foot and placed it down on the outline of his dick that strained against his pants. Your slipper dug into the fabric, and Childe had to use every ounce of strength in his body to suppress a groan from the painful pleasure.

“Now, continue.” You instructed, “He grabbed the underside of your thighs, comma, fingers digging into your soft flesh, comma, pinning down your legs so he could pound into you at a better angle, period.”

Childe’s fingers moved a lot slower than before, now that your foot was digging painfully into his erection.

“Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt him reach deeper and deeper inside of you, comma, pushing you closer and closer to your-”

You stopped as you realized Childe had finally made a mistake.

“You fucking rat bastard!” You exclaimed, pushing the chair backwards. “You made a mistake!”

“I’m sorry, it’s hard to pay attention to what I’m typing when you’re stepping on my-”

It’s hard to resist the temptation to break your damn nose!”

“Oh yeah? I can always break your other arm.”

“Then I’d just use my legs.”

You pushed the chair over, making Childe fall backwards onto the floor. Your foot remained pressed against his crotch, but Childe quickly solved the issue by pulling you down to the ground on top of him. You caught yourself on your hands and knees – which made you end up straddling his body.

“How about you stop writing such disgusting literature, you dirty minded freak.”

“Says the one who’s hard as a rock!”

“I’d bet my position as Eleventh Harbinger that you’re wet right now.” Childe smirked, slipping one hand down your stomach to the front of your waistband.

“Don’t touch me, you disgusting bastard.” You spat, grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head, ignoring the sharp pain that went down your broken arm.

Childe merely responded by rutting his hips upward, forcing you to sharply inhale as his erection pressed against your clothed but sensitive pussy. You tried your hardest to ignore the jolt of pleasure his movement sent through your body as you leaned back up, sitting down aggressively and forcing Childe’s hips back onto the floor – and painfully crushing his erection in the process.

Childe felt like he was going insane; his dick ached so badly, his lower back hurt where you forced it to dig into the back of your chair, and you stared down at him with abject hatred as you pinned his arms down…

This should be considered sexual torture – so why did he enjoy it?

“You’re gonna get up and finish the story.” You spat as you seethed with a deadly mixture of anger and arousal.

“I propose we take a break for now.”

“A break? Hah.” You shook your head at the disobedient Harbinger.  “The smut has barely started.”

“Calling it smut, huh?” Childe smirked. “Just as disgusting as the word sounds.”

“You’re the disgusting one here.” You scoffed. “I can feel your dick twitching in your pants.”

“I’m not the only one, that’s for sure.” Childe smirked. “How do you even come up with stories like that?”

“I won’t reveal my methods to anyone. I have a bit of a monopoly on the market for these kinds of novels, which is why Yae is trying to squeeze every last ounce of talent from me.”

“Talent?” Childe scoffed. “I’d call it having a dirty mind.”

“I can show you dirty.” You smirked.

“Not if I show you first.” Childe gave you a devilish grin as he bucked his hips, throwing you off of him and flipping you over to pin you down on the ground. He held your good hand down with one of his, leaving your broken arm alone as his other hand roamed down your torso.

“Ugh, why does everything have to be a competition with you and your stupid-” Your words fell short as his hand slipped into your pants, fingers invading your underwear and raking along your lower lips.

“Ngh- Stop it!” You writhed beneath the ginger, trying to suppress the pleasure you felt from being violated by him.

“As I expected.” Childe smirked. “You’re disgustingly wet.

“Shut up, you ass- hnn-” Your eyes pinched together as Childe slipped two fingers into you without warning, stretching your entrance with the sudden intrusion.

“Wow, look at you taking in my fingers like a needy whore.”

“Stop it! You’re hurting m-” You gasped as he curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of his fingertips pressing into the all-too sensitive spot at your core. You blinked your eyes hard, trying to prevent them from rolling back in your head; you refused to show him that he was driving you insane as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“Look at you, all worked up from only two fingers.” Childe teased.

“Grr, shut up and take them out of me!” You shouted, Finally giving in and using your broken arm again.

You swung your arm up, hand curled into a fist, to lay a weak and off-balance punch to the Harbinger’s nose.

“Gah!” Childe exclaimed, recoiling as he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned backward. He quickly recovered, returning to his teasing tone. “You’re gonna have to hit me harder than that if you wanna break my nose-”

Since Childe was leaning back, you finally had the room to raise one leg and kick hm in the face. He careened backwards, landing on his back across the room.

“Ngh!”

“If I can’t use my arms, I’ll just use my legs.” You smirked as you climbed to your feet.

“Hahhh, good one.” Childe groaned in pain. “Guess I’ll have to break those too.”

“Not if I break yours first.” You retorted, walking over and resting a knee on his dick.

“AAH!” Childe exclaimed, his eyes going wide from the intense pain of your weight on his erection. He tried to throw you off of him, but you quickly used your other leg to reach up and pin down one arm while using your good arm to pin down the other.

“I can’t believe how much you underestimate me.” You scoffed, staring down at the ginger with displeasure.

“The only thing I underestimated was how damn dirty you are.” Childe retorted, but you reached up with your broken arm to squeeze the column of his neck. You had just enough grip strength to cut off his airway, making his face turn red.

At first, Childe seemed to let you choke him, but as the seconds ticked by and it seemed more and more likely that you weren’t planning to let him breathe, his eyes went wide as he began to panic. He started to struggle harder against you, his movements becoming more and more desperate, but you maintained the upper hand since it was too painful for him to fight against the pressure on his erection.

Childe was about to resort to more aggressive methods as you finally relaxed your grip, allowing him to gasp as he finally took in air.

“You bitch.” Childe choked out, staring at you with hatred.

“Actually, I prefer it when you don’t speak.” You replied, quickly tightening your hand around his neck again.

Almost immediately, Childe began to struggle again, terrified that you weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon. His mouth opened as if to speak, but no sound emerged.

He’d have to actually fight to breathe.

Summoning the arcane power he reserved for only the direst of moments in battle, something in his pocket began to glow purple, as sparks of Electro began to arc across his body. He immediately channeled the energy through you in a short burst, the power too finicky to avoid causing serious harm.

You recoiled with a shrill scream as you felt the painful currents run down your limbs. The purple arcs of electricity danced across your skin, setting your nerves on fire. Childe wasted no time in overpowering you as soon as your hand left his neck. He grabbed your waist, bringing you down to the ground as he rolled on top of you and pressed your back into the hard floorboards.

“Unfair!” You gasped, head dizzy from the sudden change in position and skin tingling from the electrocution.

“Oh, please.” The ginger smirked as he reached one hand down, tearing your pants open and then ripping your underwear clean off of you to give him access to your core.

“Ngh, these clothes are expensive, you asshole!” You exclaimed furiously, kicking your legs out in a futile attempt to get him to move – he was hovering too close over your body, giving you no room for you to kick him off of you.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before getting me to write your porn.” Childe sneered, fingers brushing over your soaked folds. He let out a small spark of electro directly onto your clit, the jolt of electricity making your back arch from both pain and pleasure.

“Haahhh, stop!” You writhed, going insane from how much he was teasing you.

“Your soaking pussy says otherwise.” Childe smirked as he began to crawl backwards, his hands moving down to hold onto your thighs.

“That’s not what it-” you were cut off as he forced your legs open, diving his face into your wet heat. “Hey!”

You gasped as you felt his nose press against your overly-sensitive clit, his tongue pushing into your swollen entrance and sending pleasure shooting up your abdomen.

You hated the way he consistently crossed every single one of your boundaries – you hated the way he always managed to find a way to drive you insane… but what you hated the most was the fact you liked it.

You suppress a moan, trying to move your thighs to push him away. However, they were growing shaky, a part of you beginning to fall into the pleasure.

���Ngh, stop…” You reached down with your good hand and grabbed a fistful of his hair, trying to yank him away from you.

Childe merely grunted, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pressed his tongue further into you. You blinked away the pleasure that clouded your vision as he nipped and sucked at your sensitive lips. The wet heat of his mouth threatened to overwhelm you, but you persisted.

“Get off of me, you bastard…” You groaned, but your grip on his hair began to weaken as your arm grew shaky.

Childe raised his head slowly, his gaze filled with lust as he stared up at your face. You noticed the strings of slick that clung to his mouth and chin, a wave of pleasure suddenly flashing in your stomach at the sight – why was it so hot?

“You even taste like a slut,” Childe spoke lowly, crawling forwards to mash his lips into yours.

Your eyes widened as his lips meshed with yours. You whined into the kiss, hating the way his lips felt so good. You fought against him for a moment, tearing at his lips with your teeth, but a hand went up to your jaw in an attempt to force it open. Your jaw was strong, and you resisted for a moment, but as his grip became more and more painful you finally relented and let his tongue in. The salty sweet musk and slippery texture of your own arousal filled your mouth, filling you with a lethal mixture of pleasure and indignation at Childe’s blatant invasion of your boundaries. He pulled back for a moment, breaking away from your messy lips to spit directly into your mouth. You were caught off guard by the salacious mixture of your wetness and his saliva that suddenly splattered onto your lips.

“Hey- mmmph!” Your complaint was muffled by his lips on yours.

You groaned against the kiss, furious at the damned Harbinger for spitting in your mouth and driving you crazy, but also craving more. You tried to bite down on his lips, to draw blood in any way, but he was faster than you – he broke away from the kiss before you could hurt him.

“Asshole.”

Childe smirked.

“Please. You like it.”

The Harbinger rolled his hips forward, pressing against your wet heat, teasing your oh-so sensitive lips with his clothed erection. The friction against your bare skin made you groan, but you weren’t about to let him get away with humiliating you.

Reaching your good arm up, you gave a harsh tug to his coat, snapping off the clasps in the front and revealing his red shirt underneath.

“Excuse me!” Childe complained, watching the metal clasps clatter to the ground, pushing himself up onto his knees as he looked down at his broken coat.

“You ruined my clothes, it’s only fair I ruin yours.” You snarled, sitting up and grabbing onto his chest harness. With an aggressive twist, you brought him down to the floor again, quickly shuffling to pin his torso down with one knee while you slid your hand down his chest.

“Now that’s fair enou- aah!”

The ginger was interrupted by your hand harshly tugging at his belt, undoing the buckle and yanking the waistband down harshly. With the sound of his Hydro vision clattering to the floor and seams ripping, you had freed his painfully hard cock at the cost of his pants.

Childe let out something halfway between a grunt and a whine as his member slapped against his stomach. The tip gleamed with precum, evidence of just how turned on he had been.

“You’ve been making a mess in your pants, I see.” You smirked, fingers ghosting over the length of his dick as your thumb wiped across the wet droplet that had collected on his tip.

“You didn’t have to tear my clothes to feel my dick.” Childe spoke teasingly, somehow still smug despite being humiliated and groped like this.

You didn’t respond; you merely drew your hand back, giving a harsh slap to his stiff member. Childe gasped as his erection slapped against his stomach, his lungs quivering as his increasingly sensitive cock bounced back upright, throbbing with pleasure despite the pain you were causing him.

Childe moved his arms in an attempt to push himself up, but you quickly repositioned your leg to kick him back down to the ground.

“No.” You spoke sternly, staring down at the Harbinger with distaste. You began to crawl over him, keeping your body weight on his chest, silently ordering him to remain still. “You break my arm before an important deadline, then when you agree to help me with it, you get oh so flustered like a little schoolgirl and can’t keep your dick under control.”

Crawling further upwards, you slide your knees off his shoulders, settling them on either side of his head. Childe was so turned on as he stared up at your bare pussy above him, even if he realized there was a chance for him to throw you off-balance and pin you back down he wouldn’t have wanted to.

“Then, you have the audacity to call me disgusting. In my own home, for my own profession.” You sneered down at the Harbinger who simply laid there. Childe wasn’t sure if you’d sit on his face – although, a carnal part inside of him truly hoped you would.

“If you’d like me to be more respectful-” Childe’s quip was cut off by your stern order.

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

Childe’s question went unanswered as a hot stream of liquid poured directly into his mouth. He sputtered for a second at the sudden bombardment, the golden fluid steaming as it quickly flooded his mouth. He thought it was water for a moment, until he registered the slightly bitter taste…

You were pissing on him.

Childe’s eyes squeezed shut as his lips sputtered, mouth quickly filled with urine, streaming down the sides of his mouth and slipping down the back of his throat. He choked at the musky taste, unable to help himself from swallowing the warm liquid.

The Harbinger didn’t know why he was suddenly so much more turned on than before. Childe’s dick throbbed almost uncontrollably at the way you used his mouth like a toilet; was he truly turned on by such an act of degradation?

He shuddered as he felt your urine trickle down the sides of his neck and into his hair. As the hot stream from above turned into more of a trickle, you lowered yourself onto Childe’s mouth, threatening to suffocate him with your pussy.

“Mmmh-” Childe groaned, his head trapped beneath your body. You were essentially sealing his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow everything that was in his mouth at the moment.

“I bet you like being put in your place like this, you filthy slut.” You spat, rolling your hips as you ground your pussy further into Childe’s mouth. 

Childe was in heaven and hell at the same time. He didn’t understand how you could torture him and pleasure him at the same time, and he simply couldn’t cope with the way he hated you but at the same time desired you so intensely.

The Harbinger let out a choked whine at the way you ground into him, his shaky exhale from his nose tickling your clit. His eyes were wide and unfocused, and you smirked down at his expressions as you drove him crazy. Childe’s eyebrows pinched together as you slightly squeezed his head with your knees. Another roll of your hips and his eyes rolled back in his head, a guttural groan escaping his mouth.

Despite the ferocious desire that roared in his gut, Childe felt bare without his vision; almost instinctively, he reached towards it, knowing he couldn’t feel secure with it safely beside him.

You saw a hand slide across the floor from the corner of your eye, moving towards the Hydro vision that had slid away from Childe’s body… You quickly reached over and snatched it up before he could.

“Tsk tsk…” You hummed, holding the glowing vision in the air above him. “You can’t just use your powers to get out of this.”

Childe couldn’t help his hands from flying up to your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass as he pulled you down on his mouth harder. You let out a breathy gasp as he began to suck on your sensitive clit, lips nipping at your tender bud – it was as if he were saying he didn’t want to get out of the situation… It seemed like he was actually enjoying it.

You couldn’t withhold the shudder that traveled through your body as Childe’s tongue teased your entrance. What started out as simple degradation began to feel more and more like you were pleasing him as a loud slurp escaped Childe’s lips, his teeth grazing over your clit and making you squirm.

“What are you- ahn…” Your sentence fell short as Childe’s hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you down on his face. The teasing of his tongue against your swollen lips sent pleasure shooting through your stomach, something you would never admit to the cocky Harbinger.

A muffled groan emerged from Childe’s throat as he felt your entrance tighten around his tongue. He pulled your hips down harder, ignoring the very real possibility of crushing his face with your pussy.

“Hahh…” You murmured breathily, staring down at his face. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you filthy bastard- hnn…”

Your sentences were interrupted by the humiliating moans that you couldn’t hold back – you didn’t understand how Childe, someone you hated, could make you feel this aroused. No longer able to resist the temptation, you dropped his vision to reach down and dig your fingers into his wet and messy hair. You paid no attention to the broken arm that throbbed painfully with each movement you made. You began to rock your hips against his face harder, chasing the pleasure he was giving you… A familiar sensation began to build in your stomach as you realized he might actually make you cum like this.

One of Childe’s hands left your ass to slip under the hem of your shirt, traveling up to one of your breasts. HIs fingers groped your soft skin hungrily, wrapping around one nipple, pinching and rolling it with his thumb and forefinger.

You didn’t care how much you hated him anymore; you didn’t care that your attempt to humiliate and degrade him backfired in such a way. The noises his mouth made against your lower lips, the fingers teasing your breasts, the iron grip on your ass was driving you insane with pleasure.

“Aah, fuck!” You exclaimed, Childe’s voracious ministrations pushing you closer and closer to climax. Your cursing only drove him to pump in and out of your entrance harder as he sucked, making your thighs squeeze his head even tighter as the coil grew tighter and tighter in your stomach. 

Childe could tell you were nearing climax; as he felt his head get crushed by your thighs, your entrance began to squeeze around his tongue and your breathing became far more erratic and labored. So, he decided to get payback; right as you seemed you were on the precipice of orgasm, he withdrew his tongue from you and instead bit down on your clit.

You let out a shrill scream at the deadly combination of pain and pleasure, Childe holding your clit hostage as you rode his face through your orgasm. Your body shook with the waves of pleasure that washed over you, undercut by the overstimulation the Harbinger was causing.

Childe quickly let go of you as you collapsed face-down onto the floor above his head; you were completely overwhelmed.

As you rested on the floor, Childe let out a small chuckle.

“I think you enjoyed it too.”

You let out a groan, responding “I hate you.”

In the throes of your orgasm, you forgot you had dropped Childe’s vision, allowing the Harbinger ample time to shuffle out from under you and pick it up.

“You know,” Childe climbed up onto his knees, gripping his Hydro vision tightly. “I had no clue I’d enjoy something like that. But coming from you, I wouldn’t expect anything less filthy.”

He leaned over your bare pussy, letting a string of spit fall from his mouth, directly landing onto your tender folds.

“S-sick bastard.” You muttered, pussy quivering as the disgusting mixture of saliva, cum, and urine fell from Childe’s mouth and onto you. 

Childe didn’t respond; he merely stood up, summoning Hydro to spray his face and hair with, in a somewhat half-hearted attempt to clean himself up after being pissed on by you. He shook his head, flinging the water from his hair and onto the floor.

“You’re getting the floor all wet, you dirty pig.” You complained, slowly picking yourself off of the ground.

“You literally just pissed all over it.” Childe retorted.

“Yeah. It’s MY floor.” You rolled your eyes.

“You seriously can’t be calling me the dirty one here.” Childe responded, frustrated.

You had barely climbed to your feet when Childe was suddenly on top of you again. There was a sharp pain in both shoulders as he knocked you down to your knees, pressing your chest and face into the floor. He held your wrists behind your back so you couldn’t try to push yourself back up. In this position, your ass was in the air, your shoulders digging into the hard ground.

“What the fuck?” You complained, dizzy from being shoved down so fast. “Get your hands off of me, asshole!” 

You gasped as you felt Childe’s erection brush against the underside of your thigh. One of his hands ghosted across your ass, fingers spreading the sensitive lips of your pussy.

“Look at you, so wet over a little face riding.” Childe sneered.

“You spat on me down there, you little shit! Of course it’s wet!” You groaned, trying to ignore the heat that flared between your legs as Childe’s fingers tugged at your swollen lips.

“Oh, I should have guessed you like being spit on.” 

“That’s not what I meant, you disgusting-” Your words fell short at the feeling of Childe’s cock prodding into your soaked entrance. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing with that pathetic little dick?”

“Pathetic?” You could hear the smirk from Childe’s voice alone. “We’ll see if you call it pathetic after I’m done with you.”

Almost immediately, he thrust his hips – hard. They collided with your ass as he speared into you, forcing his cock all the way into you with no warning. You let out a wail at the initial burst of pain that was immediately followed by the intense pleasure of being filled to the brim. The tip of his cock reached dangerously deep into you, stretching out the very depths of your pussy, creating a bulge in your stomach that neither of you could see from your current positions.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Childe chirped, reveling in his invasion of your hot and wet pussy as he held his hips flush against your ass. 

“Fuck- y-you!” Your voice came out far more broken and pathetic than you had intended.

“That’s bold of you to say, when I’m the one balls deep inside you.”  Childe responded slyly, rolling his hips, forcing a whimper out of you as his tip dragged across your sensitive walls. “Are you reconsidering your statement earlier?”

“N-no, you sick fuck.” You whined, unable to keep your voice calm in this situation.

Childe pulled out of you slowly, and you realized just how empty you felt without him all the way inside of you. Biting back the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, you held still and waited for what you knew would come next.

The Harbinger wasted no time in setting a brutal pace of thrusts that wracked your body.

“Haahh, ngh-” Only garbled moans and gasps escaped your mouth as Childe pounded into you relentlessly. His cock was somehow able to hit that oh-so sensitive spot deep inside of you over and over almost painfully hard, as if his goal were to knock you out from pleasure. Each of his thrusts forced more and more of your slick to ooze out of your pussy, turning each slap of Childe’s hips against your ass wetter and wetter.

Your shoulders ached from the force of each thrust that pushed you into the ground, back arching further as Childe reached deeper and deeper into you. Each time his dick reached deep inside of you, driving you crazy with pleasure.

Childe slowed his movements, giving you reprieve only to tease you even more.

“I see you’re not complaining much anymore, girlie.” He laughed as his hips rolled into you at a much slower pace, still intensely pleasuring you while no longer driving you insane like before.

“F-fuck you.” You managed to rasp out, your lungs still quivering.

“Is that all you can manage to say now?” Childe teased, continuing his languid rolling, sliding his cock slowly in and out of your oozing pussy.

“No- nghh~” Your response was cut off by a sudden sharp thrust into you, Childe’s hands going to your hips in order to pull you closer to him so he could reach deeper inside of you. 

“Such a filthy, filthy girl.” Childe’s breathing barely seemed labored at all despite the intense snapping of his hips against your ass. “Writing porn, tearing off my clothes, pissing in my mouth…”

Squelching noises mixed in with Childe’s filthy murmurs of degradation as slick spilled out of you with each thrust. He knew you were only getting more turned on by his dirty talk as he felt your wetness begin to drip down his legs and onto the floor in thick, slippery strings.

Childe rutted into the most sensitive spot inside of you with such force that tears began to stream down your face. Your clothes were ragged and torn, hair messy from being fucked into the ground, body quivering from the intense pleasure that almost bordered on pain. Your cheek was pressed into the floor, so you could barely see Childe above you out of the corner of one eye. You couldn’t see the expression on his face, or the way his abs flexed with each smack of his hips, or the veins that bulged from his arms due to the iron grip he had on your body.

It was too soon since your last orgasm for another one to be building up in your stomach; but you couldn’t help it. You had never been filled up so much before, fucked so vigorously before, treated like such a filthy slut before and you loved it. As you shook from the power of Childe’s every thrust, stars began to dance across your vision, your eyes rolling back in your head as you fell fully into the incredible sensation.

“So soon, and you’re already crying?” Childe commented as he stared down at your pathetically trembling body and your tear-stained cheeks.

“P-please,” you blubbered, squeezing your eyes shut. “Please, it’s too much, ‘s too much, too much….” 

Your cries only drove Childe to fuck you harder, threatening to bruise your ass each time his hips collided with it. Your wails turned into screams, your body unable to handle such intense stimulation as you careened over the edge of your second orgasm.

As the dam broke and the unstoppable tidal wave of pleasure crashed across your body, you lost all control – not like you had much in the first place, with Childe’s grip on your hips and the inflexible position he had put you in. You let out a shrill cry as you convulsed around Childe, each tremor of your walls against his ever-hard cock threatening overstimulation.

Childe inhaled sharply; it felt like you were trying to milk the cum out of him. He brought his thrusts down to a slow and steady pump, not to give you some rest after a brutal orgasm, but because he wanted to keep going for longer.

As soon as the pleasure began to ebb away and your pussy no longer twitched in such an intense manner, Childe picked his brutal pace back up without a second thought.

“No!” You wailed, still coming down from your climax as Childe pummeled into you. His girth stretched out your gummy cavern with each thrust, making your entire body quake, driving you insane with overstimulation.

“Come on, I thought you called my cock pathetic.” Childe sneered. “Where did all that spunk go? Don’t tell me you lost it all after you finally had a taste of it.”

He slowed down his thrusts just enough for you to regain some of your wits.

“Hnng… sick bastard…” Your words slurred together, your incoherence only turning Childe on even more.

Picking his thrusts back up, Childe decided that he wouldn’t be finishing anytime soon. He reveled in your whimpers and whines as he bullied his way into you over and over.

You felt like you were being ruined from the inside out. Minutes seemed to go by without Childe relenting at all, his rhythm still just as fast and harsh as before. Tears continued to stream down your face and blur your vision.

When you first began your regular sparring sessions with the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, you thought he was simply an immature battle-hungry grunt for the Cryo Archon. Each interaction with him always ended up as a competition, frustrating you further and further until the only thing that made you feel better was beating him in a fight. If someone had told you that you’d end up pinned to the ground, having your brains fucked out by him, you would have called them absolutely insane.

But right here, right now, new realizations emerged. Childe wasn’t only fucking you like there was no tomorrow… He was fucking you better than you ever thought anyone could. Was it his endurance and strength as a formidable fighter? Was it the intense hatred the two of you felt for each other? You assumed it must be a combination of both, as your mind drifted off into heaven from the pure ecstasy of your sex.

You were snapped out of your daze by Childe’s sudden withdrawal from you. His cock pulled out of your entrance with a wet ‘pop’, the sudden emptiness and lack of stimulation making you whimper. His hands quickly moved to push you over onto your back, his body now hovering above yours. You stared up at his lust-filled eyes, watching Childe as he drank in your tear-stained cheeks and fucked-out expression.

Childe didn’t want this to end just yet; he grabbed the underside of your legs, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he pressed your knees against your chest.

“Ngh… hey…” You whimpered, squirming beneath his firm grip as he lined back up with your entrance.

Childe entered you slowly this time, reveling in the way your eyes rolled back in your head as he stretched you out once more. You let out a whine as he bottomed out, filling you up once again with his stiff and swollen cock.

“Ahh, much better.” Childe grinned, “Now I can see how much I’m ruining you.”

“No…” You murmured, staring up at his smug freckled face. Childe wasted no time in setting his pace once again, forcing a startled cry from your lips.

From this angle, it felt like he was even bigger… Your cunt squelched around him as he pounded over and over into you, each thrust making you bounce from the impact. 

“I can’t wait to stuff you full of cum… ngh…” Childe groaned, his words intermixed with the lewd slaps that echoed through your study.

“No-wait, Childe, no!” You exclaimed, suddenly extremely terrified. The last thing you wanted was for that filthy Harbinger to impregnate you.

“I’d love to fuck you full of children… hahhh…” Childe seemed to be losing his composure as he pinned you down and continued to slam into you. 

You tried to fight against his grip, against the force of his relentless pounding, but you were pinned down in too compromising of a position. The pleasure wracked your body and stole any control away with each thrust.

“Nghh… but not yet.” Childe muttered, his movements slowing. You whined at the lack of stimulation, some part of you hoping he would pick his pace back up, even if it risked the chance of pregnancy. You’d never admit it to anyone, not even yourself, that Childe’s desire to cum deep inside of you was incredibly hot.

“Bastard…” You grumbled, realizing this was your chance to take back control while he was too focused on preserving his stamina.

You dug both hands into the floor beside you, ignoring the sharp pain in your broken arm, deciding to kick both legs against Childe’s chest as hard as you could.

The Harbinger was too engrossed in his own pleasure to react in time. He was thrown off balance, toppling backwards onto the floor as you scrambled to climb on top of him.

“I didn’t get to choose when I came,” You grunted, positioning your hips above Childe’s erection that was messy with slick, “so you don’t get to choose when you do.”

You settled down onto his dick a little too quickly thanks to the copious volume of your own cum that coated you both. Childe let out a groan from the sudden penetration, his hands flying up to your waist. However, you immediately grabbed his wrists, gathering them into your good hand to pin them against his chest.

“You’ve been groping me all afternoon, and I don’t like that at all.” You sneered, beginning to bounce on your heels, sliding yourself up and down his length yourself. “No touching.”

Childe let out something you could only describe as a whimper. Your movements stopped for a moment, completely surprised by the noise that escaped his lips.

“What was that?” You questioned.

“Please, I wanna move.” Childe began to roll his hips beneath you, too eager for friction against his aching member. You could feel the way it throbbed inside of you, and knew he was close.

“No. Stop talking.” You grunted, your broken arm going up to his neck, once again squeezing his throat enough to cut off his supply of air. You ignored the sharp pain in your arms as you reveled in his euphoric expression of both pain and pleasure.

Childe’s dick twitched rapidly inside you, and you realized this was simply driving him further to the precipice of climax. You began to bounce again, harder this time, watching the way his mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was too caught up in the moment to fight against your grip on his wrists, to try to break your hand away from his neck. He was so close, he didn’t want to stop you at all.

“You look so pathetic, I love it.” You sneered. Childe’s hips moved up to meet yours with each bounce, the Harbinger chasing his orgasm despite the burn in his lungs from lack of air.

The wet slapping of skin-on-skin grew louder and louder as you both moved more and more fervently. You relied on every ounce of remaining strength to maintain your rhythm as you bounced up and down. All you needed to do was to keep going like this until you knew he was about to cum.

The Harbinger began to grow dizzy from oxygen deprivation, his vision blurring. As his rhythm suddenly faltered, hips stuttering, you knew this meant he was close.

Childe let out a startled cry as you pulled yourself off of him, your hand finally letting go of his neck to instead wrap around his cock. He coughed and gasped for air, his chest shaking as he was finally able to breathe again.

Once again, you ignored the intense pain in your broken arm as you pumped your hand up and down his cock vigorously, wanting nothing more than to drive him completely insane.

“Stop, Y/N- haah!” Childe trembled beneath your grip, his member swelling as he was finally pushed to climax against his will.

Thick ropes of white burst from him with force, splattering onto your chest before you could move to cover his tip with your hand. As time went on, more and more of his ejaculation gathered in your palm, surprising you with the sheer volume he was unloading.

“You’re cumming so much it’s disgusting.”

“Haaah…” Childe let out a breathy, half-pained sigh, “That could have been inside you.”

Despite being overwhelmed with pleasure, Childe still somehow managed to utter a comeback. You gritted your teeth angrily, fingers slipping across the tip of his oh-so-sensitive dick to gather the last drops of cum.

“I think I’d prefer it inside you.”

Climbing up, you shoved your messy fingers into his mouth, marveling at how easily he let them past his lips. You slipped them down further, pushing deeper until you could feel his throat convulse around them as he choked.

“Swallow it.” You commanded as he gagged, his tongue sliding across your fingers.

After a few moments, you pulled them out of his mouth, and he let out a groan.

“Good boy.” You sneered, wiping the mixture of ejaculation and saliva across his lips and chin. 

“You’re filthy.” Childe murmured, his voice small compared to his previously confident tone.

Your body grew heavier and heavier as you came down from the high, and you could only mumble a half-coherent response.

“Says you.” 

And with that, your legs finally gave out, causing you to collapse on top of Childe.

At first, the Harbinger was surprised with the way you suddenly let go of his wrists and fell face-down onto his chest. However, he began to realize just how intense and unhinged your sex had been, and understood why you’d be so exhausted.

He slowly pulled his arms out from under your body, eliciting a groan of pain from you.

“Ngh… everything hurts…” You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut. 

Childe carefully sat up, realizing his entire body hurt too. He carefully untangled his limbs from yours, resting you on the floor as he reached for his Hydro vision that had been discarded a couple of feet away.

He shuffled over to you, realizing that you weren’t only bruised and scraped from the intense hate sex, but you also had several scars that littered what skin he could see beneath your tattered clothing. They were all at various stages of healing, some more faded than others. There was a particularly gruesome one that cut across your stomach, the deep pink mark starkly contrasting the rest of your soft skin. He couldn’t help but reach down and trace the curve of the scar, his fingers ghosting over the toughened tissue.

“Who…” Childe muttered, “Who did all of this to you?”

Sighing, you turned to glare at the Harbinger.

“Most of them are actually from you.” 

Childe ignored the pang of guilt in his chest at the realization that he was the one responsible for hurting you.

“Hah.” He chuckled, “I guess this is proof that I’m a better fighter than you.”

“No, it just proves you’re a fucking asshole.” You groaned. 

Childe didn’t respond; instead, the deep blue glow of Hydro began to fill the room.

You were startled by the way he suddenly activated his vision, and tried to jump into action as you thought he was about to attack you. 

“Hey, hold still.” Childe rested a hand on your shoulder. “This is harder when you move.”

“What are you…” You began, but the sudden lack of pain answered for you. Your mouth dropped open as you began to regain energy, completely taken aback as you learned that Childe had a completely new skill. 

As the blue glow dissipated, you immediately sat straight up and glared at the Harbinger.

“You can HEAL?!” You exclaimed, staring daggers at the ginger.

“Look, I’m really not that good at it, so-”

“Why didn’t you tell me this one of the other hundred times you’ve injured me?!” You shouted, wobbling as you climbed to your feet. “I bet you enjoyed watching me limp home after each sparring match!”

“I told you, I’m not all that confident at it, and healing without proper training can do more harm than good.” Childe responded. “However, watching you limp around after kicking my ass actually made me feel a little better.”

“You ass!” You exclaimed, winding back a fist to lay a punch on the Harbinger. However, you were quickly swept off of your feet, and found yourself in his arms instead. “Hey!”

“Alright, we’re going to see a doctor.”

“What? You just healed me, I’m fine!” You complained, squirming.

“Your arm looks like it’s even more broken than it was this morning.” Childe shook his head. “You’re going to the doctor.”

“Not like this!” 

“Of course, of course, I’m getting us some clothes first.” Childe sighed. “Now which way is your closet?”

“It’s in my bedroom at the top of the stairs.” You mumbled, defeated. 

~~~

“So, how is she?”

“You know, you don’t have to be in the same room while I examine Miss Y/N.” Baizhu couldn’t help his venomous tone as he glared at the Harbinger sitting beside you.

“Uhm, yeah, I agree.” You responded.

“You’ve somehow managed to make the fracture even worse.” Baizhu paused to let out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve re-dressed the arm, because somehow you’ve managed to destroy the bandages in a single day, and I recommend a strict ban on whatever activities are going on between the two of you.”

“Excuse me?” You questioned. “I don’t even have the manuscript done yet!”

“Well, I suggest you politely request an extension to your deadline.” Baizhu spoke smoothly yet sternly, moving to his desk and scribbling down some illegible symbols in his prescription pad. “And I have a couple more medications for you to take, so I’ll help you out at the front counter.”

Baizhu sauntered out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He was far too fed up with the reckless endangerment of your own body.

You let out a sigh of defeat, hanging your head as you stood up from the examination table. You felt Childe’s hand ghost along the small of your back as you walked, as if he were trying to help you along or prevent you from falling. You rolled your eyes and swatted his arm away angrily.

“I can walk on my own, idiot.” You grumbled.

“Sorry,” Childe laughed awkwardly. “You’re kinda really injured, you know.”

“No thanks to you, asshole.” You rolled your eyes as you responded sarcastically. The two of you walked out of the examination room and towards the front counter of the pharmacy, where the very short Qiqi was waiting.

“Do you have a prescription?” She asked monotonically, her voice lethargic.

“It’s right here, Qiqi.” Baizhu smiled sweetly as he handed her several papers. 

“Okay.” Qiqi responded, turning around and rummaging through the drawers behind her. She pulled the correct medicines out, glancing up at Baizhu who gave her a nod of approval before standing up on her tip-toes to slide them across the counter.

“Thanks, Qiqi.” You responded, picking up the medicines.

“Payment please.” Qiqi looked down, as if she were thinking about something for a moment before looking back up, peering over the countertop at you. “16,750 Mora.”

“Oh.” You murmured, reaching into your pocket for your wallet.

“No, don’t worry about it.” Childe placed his hand over yours, instead tossing his own coin purse onto the counter.

“Excuse me.” Baizhu spoke. “Is there a reason you feel obligated to pay for miss Y/N’s medicine?”

“No, not at all.” Chide smiled. “I’m just being generous.” 

“Paying for someone else’s medical treatment implies guilt. Are you doing this as a way of apologizing for hurting her?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Childe tried to smile sweetly at the pharmacist, but his eye began to twitch.

“If you are, I suggest you use your words instead and save any generosity for a dinner date. Or a designer dress. Or a luxurious mansion, after everything you’ve put my dear Y/N through.” The hatred practically dripped from Baizhu’s words.

“Uhm, Baizhu, I think I’m alright.” You clutched the medicines. “I can pay for the medicine.”

“No, Childe is paying.” Baizhu smiled sweetly, a thin facade for the hatred he exuded.

“It’s my pleasure.” Childe smiled in response, just hoping to get the hell out of the pharmacy as soon as possible.

“Oh, I’m sure it is.” Baizhu snapped.

“I’ll take the payment, now.” Qiqi droned, opening up the coin purse, taking out the exact change. “Thank you for your patronage.”

“Actually, Baizhu.” You turned to face the green-haired Pharmacist, “Are you able to run Bubu without Qiqi here?”

“Uhm, technically yes, why do you ask?” He tilted his head to the side.

You immediately turned to face the small zombie behind the counter.

“Qiqi, would you like some coconut milk?”

~~~

“Sir Tartaglia, how is your paperwork going-”

Ekaterina opened the door to Childe’s office, but instead of the messy head of ginger hair she normally saw hunched over the desk, she saw a young purple-haired girl who could barely see over the desk.

“Sum total debt, six hundred thousand and fifty seven mora… Interest accrued, thirty seven thousand, two hundred and eighty mora… confirm the right amount…”

“Uhm, who are you?”

Qiqi paused her vigorous scribbling across the pages of paperwork, turning to face the shocked receptionist.

“Qiqi will finish all the papers, in exchange for Cocogoat milk.”

Ekaterina stood there, mouth hanging open, completely shocked.

“I see Master Tartaglia has found yet another way to weasel out of paperwork.” She huffed, turning around and closing the door behind her to give the small child some peace and quiet. “Now…” She hummed, “Just what is the young Master up to…?”

~~~

At the same time, you were standing back in your water-logged and somewhat destroyed study, standing behind Childe who sat at your desk, typing away.

“You ruined my clothes, comma, so it’s only fair that I ruin yours, period. You reached down and hooked your fingers around the knight’s undergarments, comma, tearing them away from his waist, period.”

Childe’s fingers paused, despite your lengthy dictation. He turned his head to stare up at you with a smirk.

“Are you by any chance, perhaps, gaining inspiration from what we did yesterday?”

His teasing tone was mildly infuriating. You dug your fingers into his messy hair, forcing his head to face the typewriter once again.

“Your job is to write what I dictate.” You spat. “If I have to repeat myself again, I’m going to choke you out.”

“You know, that actually sounds kinda hot.” Childe jested.

“I don’t know if it will be once you pass out.” You threatened, hand sliding down the back of his head to grip the sides of his neck.

“Alright, alright.” Childe shook his head, shivering. “I remember every word. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” You smiled, nodding. “I’ll continue, now.”

~~~

[omeumi]

sum: literally just pulling sleepy baizhu to bed. (gn! reader.) a/n: this is my first tumblr post of my writing!! i offer scraps of my husband. its 2am - this isnt proofread.

> work doesn't always truly end for Baizhu. living in the workplace, and seldom turning away a patient no matter the hour, the line thins and blurs.

> it's you that has to pull him away from the desk at the end of the day, Changsheng having already slithered tiredly away at some point or another. and he's tired himself. so, so tired when you wrap your arms around him, and he just leans against you. yawns like a housecat, unable to fight against the warm, sweet comfort you bring him.

> "I'll only be a moment longer," he tries, but that's not gonna work.

> "a moment longer until you're collapsed over your desk," you say, caressing the side of his face, his smooth, smooth skin. the both of you are completely ready for bed, it's just a matter—a battle—of getting there. "please?"

> there's nothing left to do—nothing from your usual, clockwork schedule. Qiqi is tucked into bed, the blankets have been warmed, all doors and windows locked. the pharmacy out front is ready to be opened in the morning, which is only so many hours from now.

> finally he nods, rubbing his eyes from behind his glasses. Baizhu stands and you intertwine your fingers with his for emphasis, dragging him along to your shared bedroom. in the very dim light, you swear you see him smile—perhaps just barely, but still there. soft and sleepy and everything you love.

> you tumble into bed together and it just feels right. the bamboo blinds closed, cicadas chirping outside in the dark, humid air. bedsheets tossed around as Baizhu finally folds the legs of his glasses for the night. put away on the nightstand, set neatly over worn-down books of poetry and haikus. you can't help but kiss him—so gently—as you watch him unwind.

> "look at you," you coo, looking at him. his hair half-braided and eyes half-closed. Baizhu lets out an amused little sigh, averting his golden gaze, but by that time, you're already untying his hair. threading your fingers through it, loosening the braid until it's simply waved and he's...

> "just as pretty as the day we met." you kiss his nape to punctuate it, lips lingering a second too long, and he can't help but chuckle softly—for it's hard to believe, and he's sensitive right there. and sensitive in his drowsy heart that you tug the strings of, too.

> so you lay down together, tangled. smelling of soap and herbs and relieved stress—melting away syrupy and slowly. all until Baizhu at last begins to snore softly at your side, a sweet sound you wish you could bottle and keep forever. Your hushed breathing blends with the cicada's buzzing and the blowing of the warm wind outside. all is like some painting: hazy and sweet and viridescent. sleepy.

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[screamingcrows]

*Slams hands on desk so harshly my hands sting a little* Baizhu for the prompt game

Your wish is my command (you have no idea how much I had to restrain myself to not pick one that would be gut wrenching) 79. "Be careful"

"-and if you encounter a mitachurl then you back away, climb something, and go around," you couldn't help the fond chuckle that bubbled in your throat upon seeing the small crease between Baizhu's brows as he continued to fiddle with your backpack.

Your little hum of understanding went utterly unacknowledged, drowned out by the small cough that slipped past his careful composure.

The water below glittered as dawn broke and you had to stifle a yawn, contemplating once more how the dark circles beneath his eyes remained unnoticeable despite the unforgiving schedule he insisted on following.

'If five more minutes of sleep means turning away a patient, then I fear I'd find myself unable to rest all the same'

A flick to your forehead accompanied by a chastising tone caught your attention, "at least pretend to listen."

Nimble fingers shoved a few bandages into the teeming bag as Baizhu merely sighed in exasperation at the grin painting your features.

It was all you could do to not outright cackle at how his hands were firmly planted at his hips, painting the perfect picture of a worried parent.

Which you supposed he was in a sense.

"As I was saying, if you encounter a samachurl you-"

"Ssshove a fissst in its mouth to shut the incantationsss up," Changshengs voice cut cleanly through the morning air, still tinged with sleep as she slithered along the counter.

Before your grin could crack into laughter, Qiqi finally emerged from the back rooms, a frigid breeze following close in her wake.

"Doctor Baizhu, Qiqi will take care of her."

It had taken time for the little zombie to get used to, but there'd been a rapid improvement in her ability to retain your name and face. Something you had no qualms attributing to the little drawing she'd proudly shown you, line weight distinctly recognisable if the flourished shorthand pointing out various 'notable' facets of your face didn't give the artist away.

Immediately, you saw how Baizhu's shoulders sagged a little, heavy sigh leaving his lips before he could speak, "I know Qiqi, but she also needs to take care of you."

The air felt a little lighter after she'd spoken, Baizhu looking more tired than exasperated. A sight that reaffirmed the decision to take the reins on this trip.

"Bai, it's a trip to Chenyu Vale, we'll be fine and back in your arms tomorrow evening. Please don't worry yourself sick," your fingers couldn't resist digging into his flank as you gaze a reassuring squeeze, once more relishing the softness.

You tuned out whatever comment Changsheng had made, fingers moving to tangle in emerald locks before pressing your forehead to Baizhu's.

"Just promise me you'll be careful."

[yunalai]

hi pwism , can you tell me what in a person would attract qiqi ( can be anything , physical , personality , etc ) , and what seemingly innocuous thing would be a deal-breaker ?

slightly depends on which AU we are talking about, but for the sake of simplicity, I will talk about the base universe.

Qiyana doesn't really have space to feel attraction in Ixtal. not because no one piques her interest, but because her only focus is her political schemes and the quiet mutiny she plots from the shadows. those drain too much of her attention, so it is easy for her to ignore or even not realize when she is being courted by a Yun Tal peer of hers or even a servant.

so an almost crucial part is for this person to be an outsider. someone she does not know, because those she does have a pre-conceived notion of her. the unreachable, cold princess. an outsider might find her cocky, or unpleasant, or arrogant, but they won't have the added context of Ixtali society, what her title means, and her political goals. it is a blank slate for them. which might seem controversial, as Qiyana yearns for everyone to know of the future Empress Qiyana, Yun above the Yun, but a part of her craves for people to see beyond the mask.

because that is all she wears, every day of her life. a mask of confidence. she knows she is powerful and intelligent, enough that she easily navigates through the political intricacies of the council with her charm, but a deep insecurity festers inside her gut. of not being enough. she has lost who she used to be before her obsession spread through her like a disease, and internally, as deep down as one can reach, she wants to find that woman again.

she wants someone who will look at her differently. someone who won't have fear or contempt in their eyes, but a challenge. Qiyana wants someone who is not afraid of pushing her buttons because the lack of context makes it so they truly don't know the height of her status or how quickly their words would land them in jail back in Ixaocan.

she yearns for a partner who will push her out of that comfortable cage she locked herself into. that makes her seek not what she wants but what she wants. someone who will take her hand and give her a forceful tug out of Ixtal. it's no wonder most of the characters I find interest in shipping her with are outsiders (Yasuo, Draven, Hwei, Ahri, etc). at least three of these would find amusement in riling her up, unafraid of how hurtful her bite might be.

but she also needs understanding. someone who knows when they're pushing too far. someone who realizes when she's hurting, because no one else has noticed the signs before. someone who won't find it ugly or offputting when she has a moment of weakness and finally cries all those tears she buried deep inside her chest. she is damaged goods, and she can't be fixed, but she can be loved by a tender heart and patient hands.

Qiyana is hard to love. she will insult and bite and push back in fear, in anger, in disbelief. she will feel betrayed by the smallest acts that bubble her jealousy up her throat. she just wants someone who can put up with her flaws. someone who doesn't force her to hide them behind a confident grin and a giggle hidden behind a perfectly manicured hand.

Qiyana wants someone to see her ugliness, her brutality, her vulnerability, and not leave despite how grotesque she was made to be.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hi! I'm back! Thanks for clarifying my question :D.

So I read through your Q&As about SAGAU x BSD, and I had another question: how exactly do you decide if a character hunts the Reader or not? Like, most Imposter!AU fics let the Archons (except Nahida) hunt Reader down. Your post about Neuvillette makes me wonder if the same happens to other naturally-attuned characters like Kazuha or Venti (He is literally a wind spirit). Please take no offense in this ask. I'm just confused about most Imposter!AU world-building :C.

Have a nice day!

Hello! You are welcome to ask as many questions, as you want, I will be happy to answer them.

____

How do I decide, what characters hunts Reader?

I just think about GI Character, and if it will be 'understandable', why they are chasing after Reader on Fake Creator's orders.

Fake Creator, in this crossover, are a villain with good reputation. They aren't a tyrant, they are a good ruler. They don't give people any reason to fear them or start a coop.

And Fake Creator have power and respect.

Even Fontaine, right now, the only nation, that is somewhat against Fake Creator, won't say a word against them.

Archons were 'raised' to love and worship Creator. Archons have 'raised' their nations to love Creator.

But, some people, can't follow Fake Creator blindly.

They either have a feeling, that Fake Creator are a fake (Alice, Albedo, Nahida, Aranaras, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Melusines, Wanderer...), understand, that Reader are innocent and don't try to commit a crime (Jeht, Fischl, Bennett, Razor, Yoimiya...) or outright horrified of Fake's orders (Diona, Barbara, Yaoyao, Baizhu, Qiqi, Itto and his gang, Navia and Spina di Rosula...). Furina hates Fake Creator.

Fake Creator still have many supporters.

________

About Kazuha and Venti.

First, a little bit of lore.

As I mentioned here, Fake Creator stole powers from previous reincarnations' belongings, artifacts and bones. And it affected the powers, they absorbed.

Any powers, that were absorbed from belongings, artifacts, clothes and other similar things are 'pure'. It feels like it always belonged to Fake Creator. People will feel warm and calm near it. It's the power of First Creator. The way it meant to be. And, if Reader spent more time in Teyvat, their powers would fell the same way.

The powers, that were absorbed from bones and remains of previous reincarnations' are 'tainted'. It makes people feel uneasy, cautious and nervous.

Tainted Powers are still First Creator's powers, they can be used to create. But, even looking at them makes people horrified.

Yet, people can get used to them.

There is also one difference between two kinds of powers. A very important one.

Pure Powers are limited and can't be 'refiled'.

Tainted Powers are like glue. They will never truly be gone. They will stick with a person forever.

Fake Creator have enough pure power to mask tainted power. But, not enough to mask it forever.

Besides, Fake Creator must use their powers daily, to make people believe in them.

Fake Creator knew, that they would lose some followers, if they lose all of their pure powers.

So, they recreate a 'frog and boiling water' scenario.

Fake Creator, after destroying Celestia, slowly use more and more tainted powers. Making everyone getting used to them.

So, Venti and Kazuha slowly stopped seeing Creator's powers as something bad. They get used to tainted powers too much. When they saw Reader for the first time and felt echoes of pure powers from them, Kazuha and Venti froze in place. They don't understand, what it was.

Their belief in Creator crumbled.

Kazuha start thinking about his encounter with Reader. And Kazuha realized, how horrible and horrifying Fake Creator's presence felt. Now Kazuha became Reader's supporter.

Venti came to the same conclusion.

But, he is an Archon. And Fake Creator have Mondstadt people near them.

Fake Creator can call Venti a traitor and lock him. Or Fake Creator can get rid of Mondstadt.

Venti had to obey. He felt terrible, when Reader were captured. After Reader disappeared, Venti felt happiness. Yet, he prayed every day to be punished for his crimes.

Venti mopped around, until Mitchell gave him a piece of her mind and make him help in BSD Cast's revenge.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz

[lostsunlight]

CHAPTER 11 - TOUCH THE DEPTHS

childe x reader, wc: 4k, masterlist, Ao3

cw: nsfw, violence, murder

Two men stood overlooking the calm harbour, the sun rose ever so slowly over the horizon. The Sea of Clouds reflecting the orange light, gold shining off the edges of the waves. Only dawn could make such a threatening abyss such as the sea look so tempting. Only gods knew what lay beneath the glimmering surface. 

“How did you know?” Childe asked, leaning on the railing

“About what?” Zhongli replied

“Don’t play coy, you told her about my plans. How did you know about her, about anything to do with what the Fatui are doing in Liyue?”

“Age comes with wisdom Childe, all you need to do is look closely enough and you’ll find the invisible cracks that hide in the stone”

Childe hung his head and sighed “You are always so vague”

“The swing of a sword cannot cut the mist from the sky” Zhongli said, eyes somewhere else. With that he promptly turned his heel and left. Leaving Childe to ponder his words woven with things Childe was sure he was yet to understand. Once again he had gotten no answers out of him, only leaving him with infinitely more questions.

Childe sucked in a breath of the cold morning air and stood up straight. Today was the day, he could feel it, everything had finally fallen into place. It was now or never, the chance to seize his glory in the name of the Tsaritsa was finally upon him. How good it would feel to have a source of divine power in his own hands, one more pillar falling at The Tsaritsa’s feet. How good it would feel to prove himself worthy.

There was nothing left to it, with the letters from his family in Y/N’s hands and the comfort that his soldiers wouldn’t have to see him so weakened after the potential battle, he began his true task. 

✧

Something was happening, the air had shifted, it seemed heavier somehow. Childe had disappeared earlier leaving you with nothing but a word of warning and a small bag of letters addressed to him. 

You paced back and forth trying to come up with a plan. He had said he would find you after he had finished his mission, that the moment the clouds drew over the sky you needed to run as far as you possibly could from Liyue Harbour. 

From the broken bits of conversation you had overheard from Childe and Ekaterina it sounded like he was headed to the Golden House, and if he didn’t get what he needed, then he would 'pull out the last stop'. 

That could only mean one thing, he would summon that wretched sea beast, unpinning the spears that had kept it locked beneath the weight of the seas. Zhongli’s words come back to haunt you again. You had never forgotten his title as Harbinger despite how hard you had tried to forget. There was nothing you could do to stop him. 

You walked onto the balcony and kept your eyes on the sky. On the ground The Millelith seemed more tense than usual, whispering to each other and throwing suspicious glances at anyone who looked vaguely Fatui. The Fatui in return were congregating in the shadowy corners, nervous looks hidden by their masks. 

Something in the blue of the ocean had shifted. The ships had stopped in their courses, the wind had died. The further the sun travelled in the sky the higher the tensions rose. All it took was one missive. You saw the messenger, one of Ningguang’s personal assistants, bolting down the stairs to the General. She opened the letter and gave a short nod, the messenger flits away as if she was never there. 

Minutes later the Fatui agents that normally crowded the lantern-lit streets below began to leave hurriedly. The winds always picks up before the first rain hits the ground. Overhead what you could only assume were the Adepti made their way across the sky towards the Jade Chamber floating proudly. 

You hoped Qiqi and Baizhu had also seen the growing tensions and gotten themselves to a safe place.

You had escaped one storm in Mondstadt only to end up trapped in another, how cruel fate can be. You bit the inside of your cheek until you could feel the metallic taste of blood. You needed to do something, and quickly. You wondered what Marianne would do in your position, would she root herself or fly away?

There was a chance that the Millelith knew you were affiliated with the Fatui. There was a chance the Knights had come to aid Liyue. 

The paranoia bloomed in your chest, you tried to suck air in but it was too saturated with salt water. Surveying the streets below again the glints of silver armour drew you in. A flash of navy hair. You turned your heel and slammed the balcony doors behind you. Your back hit the wall and you slid down gasping for breath.

The panic drew in, rotting your insides, lodging itself into every hidden corner of your body.

You drew your catalyst from subspace clutching it tight with shaky hands against your chest. You could fight, not very well but enough to get away. The thought gave you some comfort but you could still feel the eyes of not only The Order but also The Millelith scorching into your back. 

Even the walls in Liyue have ears

Childe said he would find you but you just knew that he wouldn't leave The Golden House unscathed. You don’t know exactly what he has up his sleeve but it couldn’t be good. Childe becomes Tartaglia. 

The first drop of water ricochets on the ground.

Quickly setting your mind to it you grabbed the bag of letters Childe had left you with and you rushed out of the apartment. You navigate your way across Liyue Harbours red lacquered walkways to the ground. The Millelith now crowded every part of the city, weapons at the ready. Children being dragged along by a parent to the safety of their homes. Shopkeeps hurriedly packing up their stores for the day. 

 If you ran you could reach the Golden House in an hour. The clouds gathered, the light of the sun slowly fading away. The storm hits the shore.

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Your lungs burnt for air and you came to a stop in front of the sealed doors, gleaming in all its opulence. You could already hear the fierce sounds of battle, you pushed your way past the doors only to find the floor had caved in, you stumbled back up onto the stairs. Piles of mora clattered downwards like a waterfall.  On the opposite end The Exuvia lay, bronze coils lying lifelessly as a golden shield protected the deceased god. His eyes half lidded and absent, despite being dead he still held enough power to make you want to bask in reverence. 

The smell hit you before you laid eyes on it. A great abyssal creature fought with glee, electro singing every bit of the arena below. You tried not to gag the smell of decay and rot infesting the shining glory of the Golden House. You coughed to keep it all down. 

It flew across the arena unleashing an unrelenting barrage of attacks, a cape made of stars floating behind it. A giant dead eye sat in the centre of its face. 

Aether stood unperturbed returning each strike with trained precision, Geo and Anemo infusing every attack. Paimon shouting at the beast, you couldn't make much out aside from the words didn’t and gnosis . 

The beast roared with blind fury. Everything blurred. Your fingers tightened on the legs of a stair, you felt lightheaded the sound below becoming a singular roar. You felt your throat close, bile building up. Acid singed the back of your throat, ears ringing. 

You tried to get up but your body collapsed back down, through sheer force of will you kept the vomit down and with your arms shaking and got up and crawled to the edge. 

Now was not the time to give into fear. Now was not the time to run.

Everything atom in your body urged you to leave this place but you rooted yourself, perched above the spectacle below. You blinked away the tears and bit your tongue. 

Now, seeing the dance through new eyes. The beast held a two bladed spear that quickly transformed into a bow and back. Its attacks were quick and precise, aiming to kill.

It flashed across the area once again, floating for a second. A vortex of water formed, circling around its eye, a moment later a giant whale made of pure hydro burst out of the floor. Its call echoing off the chambers walls in a beautifully haunting sound. One that would burn itself into your memory. It arched slowly turning before it crashed to the floor sending a veritable tsunami of water Aethers way. 

You, now a spectator to this gladiatorial waltz, perched above the jagged floor, with nothing that you could do to help. You leaned over the edge to get a better birds-eye view. Water splashed onto your face but you felt no inclination to wipe it off. 

Aether was knocked back, you held your breath as he steadied himself and charged again. Weaving in and out of the abomination's attacks, sprinting across the battlefield with the power of Anemo, slowly whittling the thing down to its bones. 

That thing was without a doubt Tartaglia, the spear, the bow, Monoceros Caeli. But how did Tartaglia become that abyssal creature? What did he do to himself to transform into that?

Aether let out a piercing cry that shot through your body as he slashed Tartaglia right across the chest. To your surprise he didn't let out any sound, he just fell to the ground clutching the wound. 

After a second he pushed himself back up by one arm, panting from exhaustion. Abyssal waste melted off him soaking into the solid ground beneath him. The scent lingers. 

“Hah, well then... time to cool off. It seems the burden of the Foul Legacy Transformation was too great for my body.” 

He heaved out with what looked like great difficulty. He scrunches his brow and grits drawing himself up to one knee.

“I lacked the opportunity to think this through... And now that I consider the matter more carefully” he takes another breath in. 

“You never had any chance of beating me to the Gnosis. You had no connection to the Gnosis, no matter where it had been taken.”

“That's right! We tried to tell you we didn't take it!” Paimon yells in frustration

“Your show of ability today far surpasses that of Signora's initial assessment of you in Mondstadt. Tell me, how could that be?” He seemed singularly focused on Aether, there was a slight edge to his voice, a growing annoyance

Aether stood above the defeated Harbinger with his sword still brandished “Because I'm gradually restoring my former powers”

“You already know the answer, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. But if that is a secret you wish to keep, I guess I'll just have to curb my curiosity.” Tartaglia draws himself back up to his full height again, the front of his grey suit slowly staining with blood.

“The battle has already left me satisfied. Anyone who strives as I do to grow stronger shall be called a friend, even if our friendship can only be shown in battle against one another.”

“Pretty sure that's not the normal way to make friends.” Aether said, disdain seeping into his voice 

Tartaglia’s tone shifted into that of a more dangerous one, the hint of an edge becoming a blade. 

“Unfortunately, I must bring this amiable conversation to an end. My quest still beckons. Given the Gnosis wasn't taken by anyone, then we must look once again to the beginning.” 

He glances towards the great dragon “Perhaps it was never in the Exuvia to begin with. In fact, it might be that the Exuvia was just a diversion of sorts.”

“So you mean that… Rex Lapis still lives?” 

Your eyes widened and you slapped a hand over your mouth to cover the gasp. You had seen him careen out of the sky. Tartaglia glanced upwards to see your figure lurking above, he gives no indication that he knows you're there.

“Yes, it appears so. Interesting to say the least. It seems that the guardian deity of the capital of commerce is also well-versed in the little manoeuvres beyond the boundaries of contracts. As such, we must now look to our backup plan.”

No, he said he didn’t want to do that. Your fingers tightened on the ledge. Childe continued as he began to pace around as it he wasn’t bleeding out.

“I had hoped it would never come to this, for the weak will be swept away in the process. The truth is, the world belongs to those who pursue strength.” He gave another quick glance in your direction before focusing on Aether again. 

“I seldom willingly involve myself with the weak. Unfortunately, we cannot be picky about our methods as Fatui Harbingers. Children must all learn to eat their vegetables sometime.”

“So, what are you planning to do?” Paimon asked. You knew what he was about to say, you wished he wouldn't, the fool, so blinded by his devotion.

“I will awaken the god that lies dormant beneath Guyun Stone Forest.” Childe announced, walking towards the centre so the light fell directly over him.

“Osial, Overlord of the Vortex, who was defeated by Morax the Geo Archon in the Archon War, and who has remained pinned beneath the waves by the Geo Archon's stone spears ever since.”

He moves his mask from being perched on his head to over his face. In the stark light he was not just the man you had gotten to know, he had been armoured into a beast. The 11th Harbinger. 

The third face of this man. 

“If such an ancient god were to be unleashed upon Liyue Harbour, defenceless without the protection of its deity…”

He cocked his head, the words he had told you before, you couldn't tell what he was thinking anymore.

“Do you think the cunning Rex Lapis would just stand aloof and watch the ensuing destruction?”

Childe summons a number of Sigils which begin to circle him like a vortex, becoming a golden blur. You were now leaning so far over the edge you could fall over if you moved anymore. 

“With the power of so many Sigils of Permission concentrated in one place, along with that which was bestowed upon me as a Harbinger by our Tsaritsa... Breaking the subduing might of the Geo Archon's spears for a time should be no obstacle.” He gleefully says

The light rain transformed into a storm, bullets of rain falling through the broken glass of the ceiling soaking everyone.

“Using the powers of ancient gods in such a situation fails to interest me and is largely against my principles. But knowing that such an action will not only force the Geo Archon to show its hand, but you as well... That makes matters a little more intriguing.” 

You try not to snicker. At least he's consistent. It became increasingly clear that you would need to question him after this is over. 

“Let's see, will the nation that has lost its deity be swallowed up by an ancient malice once more? If you wish to drown together with the people of Liyue, You're free to stay and enjoy the show!” 

Tartaglia raises his arm and transforms himself into a pure trail of hydro and ascends spiralling out of the broken ceiling, the sigils following behind him, leaving a trail of light to follow.

You watched the man leave, an unfamiliar feeling filled the whole of you, not rage, not fear, not confusion but a mix of all three. You just knew it was time to fill your end of the contract, no man would come out of this unscathed. Especially one as reckless as Tartaglia. 

Gritting your teeth you leaned back and stood up, no longer caring for the two beings below. 

You knew how to do it in theory, the final form of elemental mastery. There was no other way to get out of here quick enough to still be able to track him down. You took advantage of the storm soaking you and flexed your fingers gathering the water falling from the sky around you, becoming one with it. 

A sensation of nothingness followed by one of harmony. You pushed yourself against the force of the storm into the sky only to see the multi headed beast. Its belly was glowing as its heads unleashed an uncanny call into the atmosphere, almost like it was calling Rex Lapis himself to try and tie it down underneath the waves again. 

You couldn't quite see what was going on but the shock of seeing Osial unleashed, seeing him taunt an Archon was enough for you to crash into the ground below. 

Pain speared through your shoulder, you let out a strangled scream as you clutched it. You could see the blood seep through the mud. You sat there numb for a few seconds, head resting on a wall as you sucked in air through gritted teeth, tears mixing with the rain. Adrenaline surged through your body numbing the pain for a few minutes, giving you just enough clarity to act. 

You ripped off a part of your skirt off and tore it in two. Taking advantage of the rain you cleaned the mud off, allowing yourself to gasp at the pain. With the other piece you applied pressure and tied it around your shoulder. Not the best but it’ll have to do. You rolled it, at least it wasn't completely broken.

Orienting yourself you looked towards the east only to see writhing beasts and the cries of people. You had somehow landed on the Jade Chamber. How was a question for another time. 

Scrambling up you looked around. Infront were the Qixing and the Adepti firing shots out of ballista. Aether, Ningguang and two unfamiliar women held the invading Fatui at bay. Elemental energy overwhelmed the air making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

He must have ordered them to intercept the attack and hold The Qixing and Adepti out for long enough for Rex Lapis to miraculously appear. You doubted he would show himself. You didn't know what was going on or what a gnosis was but Rex Lapis looked about ready to rot when you saw him. 

Looking frantically below for Tartaglia you spotted a sheen of gold just outside the Harbour. You narrowed your eyes and hoped it was the right person. Gathering your remaining courage, you looked downwards. Only one way. You gathered the storm once again and jumped.

You were hurtling towards the ground in pure elemental form, the rush of fear and pure thrill mixed in your chest. Within a few seconds you had hit the ground. You rain through the soaked grass ignoring the pain.

You stopped in your tracks as Osial stilled, three of its heads converging to form a beam of light into the sky gathering its power.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Tartaglia making his way towards the city, sigils still circling around him. Through the sheets of rain you could almost see a limp.

“Tartaglia!” you called out as you ran towards him. He stopped, his eyes widening at the sight of you.

“H-How! you were in the Golden house, you should be far away and somewhere safe”

You reached him, hooking his arm across your shoulders to help him walk. You grunted from the pain shooting through your shoulder at light speed. He still stunk of the abyss.

“Doesn't matter, we signed a contract and now it's time I helped you”

“You should hate me”

“That's to talk about later, right now we need to get you out of here” you moved, wanting to get to somewhere where there was relative safety.

He fell to the ground taking you down with him. Not a moment later a great flash of light took you by surprise. Childe grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down to the ground with him just as a shockwave winds the both of you. 

Osail had fallen along with the Jade Chamber.

You lay on the ground with him for a few moments, panting as the rain stopped, sun shining through the dense cover of clouds. The sigils disappeared around him.

You narrowed your eyes and sat up to lean over Childe who was sprawled flat on his back, the both of you soaked to the bone.

“Care to explain what the fuck I just saw” part of you wanted to kick him in the ribs and leave after the stunt he just pulled.

“Which part of it?” he grunts back

“All of it” your clutch your shoulder again

Childe sighed and sat up on his elbows. His eyes had smears of purple and blue beneath him, his pale skin seemed white now.

“The beast that you saw is a result of abyssal corruption. I fell into the abyss when I was fourteen for three months and met my Master, Skirk. She moulded me into who I am today. Before that I was just a kid, albeit a little shy, but after that… there was a battle-lust growing inside of the that couldn't be quenched”

Childe glanced away from you and coughed. He lay back down on his back, clearly too exhausted to continue sitting up.

“That form - Foul Legacy, it takes a lot out of me, which is why I wanted you here so my troops didn’t have to see me like this. I’m their leader and I will not let them lay eyes on me when I’m so weak” He spat the last word out like it rotted in his mouth. 

“So you did this for what? Your ego? Your pride?” You sharply question him

“No, I did it to keep the Fatui strong, if it was for my ego you wouldn't be here now would you?”

“And what about all the electro you were using? And while I’m at it what on Teyvat is a gnosis”

Childe unhooks his vision from his belt and flips it to reveal a purple gem with the Fatui insignia inlaid. 

“A delusion, it mimics the power of a vision without Celestia's blessing”

He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “A gnosis… its an Archons connection to Celestia, it acts like an amplifier to their existing powers” 

You picked up the delusion from his palm, it somehow felt deeply unsettling and yet so right to hold such a small instrument of blasphemy against the creators of the world. You felt a smile tug at the edge of your lips

Every part of you was conflicted about Childe, you couldn't look at him without disgust. He tried to eliminate a whole city to get what he wanted. Yet you also wanted to follow him. Join in his aspiration for power in the face of immovable gods. But if you did that would mean sacrificing your freedom, the one thing that had gotten you tangled with him in the first place.

“Y/N, you should hate me for what I did”

“I-I do and I don't. You tried to drown a whole city and yet…”

“Then why do you stick by me”

“...because much like you, I want to have power. I don't know what that means or what that looks like but if it means being with you then so be it.”

“You want to shackle yourself to the Tsaritsa too?” He asked, a glint of hope sparked in his normally emotionless eyes.

“I don't know. All I know is that the gods have turned their back on their people. First the corruption in Mondstadt and now Rex Lapis failing to save his people…”  

“Hah… were finally seeing eye to eye”

“Let's get you healed” You sighed, relenting to him. “Do you think you can make it to the Harbour? There's a way point a few hundred metres from here”

He coughed again, small black flecks in his phlegm. He saw your evident shock “Just abyssal remnants, it happens every time.” 

You stood, helping him up with you. The two of you limped to the waypoint, the storm finally beginning to calm.

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Triad: Part 1 (Ninguang X Beidou X Reader)

Alternative Title: Ninguang uses her godly Rizz to get you and Beidou to work together, a saga

(Yes I'm alive, I’m just having trouble getting through my asks, and I just needed something else to do, sue me.)

Warnings: Language, Fighting, Implied Sexual Content (Not Really Though)

Word Count: 1,535

Time to Write: Three Hours

Ningguang, Tinquan of Liyue, owner of a Geo Vision and a woman with a will thirty times stronger than any iron, a tongue as sharp as any blade, and an eye for business and numbers only surpassed by that of Rex Lapis.

She was currently pacing a hole through the floor of the Jade Chamber outside a locked room while her closest friends and confidants stiffly watched her, unsure of what to do in this current situation.

Could she really call Kequing, Ganyu, Yelan, Baixiao, Baiwen, and Baishi her closest friends and confidants when they were all under her employ? That’s a question for another time, a less uncertain time.

After all, you never wrote up what to do in the case of your being so severely injured to the point that you were unable to stand by Ningguang’s side.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The first time Ningguang and you met, she was a little less than twelve years old, and she was about to get her face punched in by another group of kids who were also trying to sell their food at the market to make a little mora.

As the largest of them, and the one Ningguang assumed to be their leader pulled back her fist to throw the first punch Ningguang braced herself to be sent flying but before the largest one threw the punch a voice called out “HEY BEIDOU!!! THINK FAST!!!” as a fist slammed into the side of the largest one’s face sending her flying instead.

“YOU!!!” The largest one, apparently named Beidou shouted in a mix of furious rage and ecstatic joy as she spat out a tooth.

“ME!!!” you responded with a toothy grin as your own group of kids quickly showed up behind you.

“It seems those two are going back at it again huh?” one of the older men running a stall asked while shaking his head with a smile.

“What’s the score again, something like 30 wins to each of them and 24 draws?” another man asked.

“Yup, the score is even right now, doubt it’ll stay that way though!” another laughed.

“What do you say to the usual stakes Beidou? The loser has to buy the other dinner.” You asked as you cracked your neck.

“Heh, why not!” Beidou laughed as she shook off the punch and cracked her knuckles.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You and Beidou wailed on each other for a good thirty minutes, in the end it came out as another draw.

However what made this all the more interesting to Ningguang aside from what seemed to be the pre-teen equivalant of a friendly gang war was that You, Beidou, and her all had something in common, the fact that each of you had the potential to obtain one of the worlds most treasured artifacts, a Vision, Ningguang didn’t know what made her think this, call it women's intuition, a business hunch, or whatever else you wanted to, but she knew that you, Beidou, and her were special, and if she get your groups to work together, well the mora practically minted itself.

Now if only she could get You and Beidou to stop beating the Celestia out of each other every time you were in the same room.

But for that Ningguang would need a little group of her own.

Luckily she had some strings she could pull to get one on short notice.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

One week later Beidou and her group were staring down you and yours as Ningguang stood between you with the group she had managed to pull together on short notice Kequing who she had blackmail on where the majority of her allowance was going (So many Rex Lapis plushies), Yelan, who owed her for getting her out of more than a few tight spots, Baixiao, Baiwen, and Baishi, who were the cousins of your right hand man, Qiqi in case things got violent and little Hu Tao who always followed Qiqi around.

“Now then, I have a business proposition for each of you.” Ningguang said with ease that was most definitely not practiced in the mirror.

“Who the hell are you!” Beidou shouted, causing you to sigh.

“She’s that girl you were harassing last week, y’know the one that you called p-” you said before Beidou interrupted you.

“I KNOW WHO SHE IS I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE UH WHAT’S THE WORD, IT BEGINS WITH AN “I” Beidou shouted as she tried to find the word she was looking for.

“Intimidating?” Ningguang offered.

“YEAH INTIMIDATING!!! THAT’S IT!!! THANKS UH NINGUANG WAS IT? IMMA JUST CALL YOU NING!!!” Beidou shouted.

“Hey, Beidou, think you can turn off the caps lock? You’re giving me a headache!” You exclaimed as you tapped your foot on the ground.

“I’LL GIVE YA A HEADACHE WITH MY FIST JACKASS!!!!” Beidou shouted.

Ningguang let out a long suffering sigh, this was going to be much harder than she thought it would be wouldn’t it.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“So, let me get this straight, you want me and my group, your group and Beidou’s group to work together, correct?” you asked Ningguang as you took a bite out of the powdered sugar rolls provided by Little Hu Tao.

“Yes, with my brains, Beidou’s manpower, and your brawn and skill, we’d be able to achieve our respective goals around 70 to 100 times faster if my rough estimates were correct.” Nigguang stated as she held Qiqi in her lap. 

“Hmm I’ll admit it’s as good a deal as me and them will probably ever get, but what’s the catch? This is one of those deals that sound too good to be true y’know.” Beidou asked while taking a piece of cooked fish from one of the bowls with her chopsticks.

“You two have to play nice in public, that means no more fighting in the market.” Ningguang told the two.

“But anywhere else is fine?” you asked.

“Within reason of course, as long as it’s outside the purview of the public eye you could beat each other to bloody pulps for all I care.” Ningguang said with a shrug.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

From there the three of you skyrocketed in the market of Liyue, Ningguang’s brains allowed the operations the three of you used to run individually to explode in size and quality. 

Beidou’s manpower and charisma made sure that there were plenty of people that could work on the operations day and night if needed.

And finally your muscle made sure that anyone who tried to cross the triad the three of you made didn’t do so without consequence.

By the time each of you were eighteen the amount of mora between each of you individually would’ve been enough to fund a voyage around the world thrice over.

Eventually Ningguang told the three of you that she was preparing to enter into the next stage of her goal, the politics of Liyue.

It was on this night that Ninguang received her Vision.

Coincidentally it was also on this night that Beidou managed to smuggle some Sake from Inazuma and talked (Read: Forced) Ningguang into trying it.

This led to quite the night filled with you chewing out Beidou and chasing a drunk Nigguang all over Liyue at night.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Beidou I swear to the Archons that if Boss Lady got into some sort of trouble that not even Rex Lapis himself will be able to help your ass!” you cursed to your friend as you pushed your way through the nightlife crowds of Liyue.

“Hey how was I supposed to know she was lightweight!” Beidou defended herself.

“WE ARE UNDER DRINKING AGE FOR ARCHONS SAKES!!! YOU WOULD ASSUME THAT ON PRINCIPAL!!!” You shouted.

“HEYY GUYSH WHERSE YALL BEEN!!!” a voice shouted to you through the crowds.

“Oh thank the gods!” You exclaimed as you spotted Ninguang through the crowd before noticing the new addition on her thigh.

“Beidou you better start fucking running as soon as we get her back to her home.” You told Beidou through gritted teeth.

Why- Oh, oh shit. Well if you don’t kill me she will. I’m not sure which one would be better.” Beidou stated as every single drop of blood drained from her face when she saw the new tattoo on Ningguang’s thigh.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Oh Archons my head!” Ningguang groaned as she opened her eyes and tried to grab her head.

Keyword tried as there was a weight on each of her arms keeping her from lifting them.

When Ningguang turned her head to see what was holding her down, Ningguang turned blood red.

On her left was the sleeping Beidou in not but her underwear with a dopey smile as she used Ningguang’s rather large chest as a pillow.

On her right was you, looking completely mortified at the current events even in your sleep while Ningguang’s arm was wrapped around your neck, holding you in place with only the destroyed remains of your clothes on your body.

“Oh Archons, please don’t tell me that I somehow managed to seduce them while I was drunk! I wanted to be sober for that!” Ningguang whispered under her breath, her eye’s wide in shock.

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pretending genshin is a canon game in twst, who do u think idia (or lilia, and maybe cater bc u cant tell me he doesn't play mobile games) would main? and do u think there'd be any characters he hates either based off their element, personality, or just their lore 💀

Omg omg I have been wanting to talk about this sort of concept recently, so thank you for the ask aaaaaa!!! Let's pretend that everyone in NRC is playing the hit mobile game Genshin Impact (so I can write about who everyone mains hehe)!!!!

Riddle mains one of the starter characters, whether Traveler, Kaeya, Amber, or Lisa because he rarely pulls, so as a result he's built the main four. But I think he'd save for Cyno reruns because Cyno administers justice in accordance with the law and Riddle's pleased to see a character so dedicated to upholding order and justice. He might also like Raiden Shogun because she's a tyrannical strict leader like him and somehow he relates, but then he learns she abandoned her creation and Scaramouche's mommy issues hit a little too close to home for him, so he's not sure if he likes her all that much anymore. He also likes Yanfei because of her ties to the law as well!

Trey mains Jean. When he co-ops with Heartslabyul, he's usually stuck playing a healer. Not that it bothers him, mind you! He enjoys it because he can be a tease and only heal when a select few (Ace and Deuce) are within an inch of their lives lol.

Ace mains Childe, but he sucks at aiming and so he usually relies on Childe's water blades. He likes to join Deuce's world under the guise of helping when in reality he's stealing materials. He's the type who skips all of the dialogue and story.

Deuce mains Heizou and he does play for the story! He likes it a lot, and he really likes Heizou's character and how he's a detective. He is terrified of the Raiden Shogun. 100% was screaming in terror during her battle when she locks your skills because his Traveler is not the best built. >_<

Cater either mains Mona because astrology besties stick together and he loves her aesthetic or he mains Xinyan because he loves the punk-rock vibe she has, both in design but also it's her passion! I think he's also a secret Xiao main, but he doesn't tell anyone about it.

Leona mains Dehya!!!!! He does not care what anyone says about her. Radish Sprout can stick his meta talk elsewhere because Leona isn't listening! He thinks Dehya is super cool and badass. Just to prove everyone wrong, he makes sure to build his Dehya to be the utmost strongest. He doesn't pay the closest attention to the story, but he will admit there are some cutscenes that really do have him fully awake because of how cool they are. (He makes Ruggie play the story for him and do most of the exploring in his world to unlock teleports and domains.)

Ruggie mains one of the starter characters because there is no way he's spending his hard-earned money on pixels. He's entirely free to play, but when he gets to play on Leona's account he has lots of fun using all of the characters Leona has and perhaps even spending a little of Leona's Madol to wish on the banners. As a result, Leona has an unbuilt Cyno, Yae Miko, Eula, and Qiqi (he lost the 50/50 at some point).

Jack either mains Gorou, Albedo, or Noelle. I think he just really likes Geo the most, so it's his preferred element in a character. His characters are reasonably built (they're all better than Ace's builds, that's for sure). He doesn't play Genshin very often, though, so he's a little behind in the story.

Azul mains Yelan, Ayato, Dori, and Ningguang. He plays for the story and the collecting characters aspect. He's greedy, so he wants every character, but he's too prideful to whale. So he saves hoards primogems and uses them when he really wants a character or constellations. Somehow he's yet to lose a 50/50, much to Idia's annoyance.

Jade mains Kokomi. Yes, her crit rate and crit damage are absolutely insane. Yes, his Kokomi solos with wild damage. Yes, it's scary that Jade mains a healer who he's made into a DPS and never puts the jellyfish down when he plays with Azul and Floyd until the very last minute (though mostly he lets them die so he can smile innocently and say, "Oops. I must have missed the button.") He was really disappointed when Kokomi didn't turn out to be a merciless, villainous scheming tactician. In his heart, she is. :(

Floyd mains Wanderer, but it's only because he likes flying around like a little mosquito all the time. He does not care about the lore. He does not care about the story. He does not care about Wanderer's past. He is skipping the dialogue because he only wants to fight enemies and bosses. :/ he likes joining Azul and Jade's worlds at the most inconvenient times just to fly around as Wanderer while they're stuck in a cutscene LOL.

Kalim mains Nilou, Yoimiya, Itto, and Venti! He likes these characters because they all have such lovely, fun energy. He loves the story (he cried during some parts) and he loves every character and their designs and lore! He is a whale because he's weak to the pretty characters with their interesting stories, but he hasn't had time to properly build all of them. Kalim builds his characters based off of what he feels is right. Idia took one look at his account and died when he saw the builds. T_T

Jamil mains Sara or Zhongli! I think he might also be a secret Yae Miko main, but he doesn't tell everyone what characters he has or how strong they are. He rarely co-ops, instead choosing to stick to himself and enjoy the game in peace, but Kalim's always requesting to join his world and he can't possibly turn him down. T_T begrudgingly, Jamil lets him in, but his ego is boosted considerably when he's the one carrying Kalim during co-op. Genshin is one of the few games where Jamil actually beats Kalim in terms of character strengths and builds and he is very proud of that.

Vil mains Yelan, Eula, and Rosaria because he likes their fashion styles (Yelan's fur coat is the moment). He's a casual player, so he's not very far in the story and he returns to it if and when the motivation to play strikes him. Still, he will admit it's a very beautiful game.

Rook mains all bow characters, but his favorite is Tighnari. He loves to say he's playing both an animal of prey and a predator when he's out killing enemies with Tighnari in the open world or if he's just shooting down birds from the sky. Even in a game, his aim is precise and perfect. It's actually a little scary...

Epel mains Razor, Diluc, and Heizou. He loves punching things with Heizou. It's a lot of fun, and there's something about Heizou that gives him a confidence boost. Maybe it's because Heizou is short and cute-looking like him, yet here he is beating people up with his fists. Epel has a lot of fun with that type of play style!

Idia has every character. Do not try to talk to him about builds because his are by far the best and strongest. He has his favorite five stars at c6, which includes Keqing, Xiao, Ganyu, Kazuha, Shenhe, Raiden Shogun, and Zhongli. He's on a mission to collect all of the Archons and all of the Harbingers. He is so invested in the story and lore, but he didn't like how Inazuma was written. He mourned for days when Signora was killed because he was looking forward to her being playable. :( he does not understand the hype around Scaramouche; yes, he is a hater like that. </3 but he will admit Scaramouche's boss theme and the boss design itself goes unbelievably hard. A certified banger.

Ortho mains Sucrose! He likes that she's interested in a field of science much like his brother. Ortho likes all of the characters who are connected to science in some way (like Albedo and Tighnari). He also finds Wanderer's backstory really interesting and, on some level, relatable (at least in terms of not being fully human).

Malleus mains Shenhe because he relates to her being misunderstood (and lonely) and he also finds her backstory to be very riveting. He is also drawn to Zhongli because of how wise he is. Malleus could listen to Zhongli drone on and on about Liyue history because he finds it really captivating! His builds aren't the best, though, and he's not very good at fighting, but he loves the storyline.

Lilia mains Hu Tao. He loves her lore and also her design. He finds all of her morbid jokes incredibly fun, and he loves the contrast between upbeat personality with the funeral director job. The Inazuma arc reminded him of his days as a war general. He was very disappointed when Kokomi accepted help from that "anonymous benefactor." Tsk, tsk. Now look what that has cost you. >_<

Sebek mains whoever Lord Malleus mains because he trusts his lord's discerning eye when it comes to choosing characters. He won't admit it to anyone, but he is actually highly invested in the plot. Sebek will wither away before he tells anyone, though. He's only playing because Malleus is (or so he continues to say, but he does enjoy the game when he plays it on occasion).

Silver mains Ganyu. He relates to her tendency to doze off, for he is guilty of the same thing. He can't play Genshin for too long because he usually falls asleep while playing, so it can get difficult to sit through Archon quests. But he does his best because Lilia recommended the game and he wants to understand it a little more.

[genshinimpactlife]

Do you have headcanons for like an older sibling reader?

Mainly for characters like Klee, Diona, Nahida and Qiqi. Because even though Nahida is technically a god and blah blah she deserves protection and an older sibling who 100% got arrested for stabbing the sages.

It’s even funnier if the reader isn’t even older then Nahida, they’re like some young 17 year old kid who saw Nahida one day and is like huh.. is anyone going to adopt her mentally? And then did.

Older Sibling Headcanons

All these kids are running around without supervision, and you had to step up, of course.

Sure, you are not even technically an adult at the ripe age of 17, but you could handle it.

You spent hours helping Qiqi find a cocogoat, only to discover that it was a drink, not an actual animal. Of course, you couldn't blame Qiqi and promised to get her some coconut milk.

When you found out that Klee was put into isolation again for causing a mild explosion, you helped break her out. Ain't nobody keeping your sweet Klee locked up.

You tell Diona that you want to help her make the worst cocktail. But in reality, you are just trying to keep her safe by not testing any dangerous ingredients.

Naps with Sayu are common, but you mostly do it to keep her safe while she sleeps.

You 100% got arrested for stabbing some of the sages when you found out what they did to Nahida. You only managed to get three, and they all survived, but it was worth it.

Once you were free, Nahida joined your gaggle of children. She loves when you push her on her swing and talk about the world and about humans.

Each of the kids has a nickname for you (Chi-Chi, Oniisan / Oneesan, etc.)

Cute request! I hope you enjoy <3

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