#Yaoshi x reader

[quimichi]

TW: mild obsession

SUMMARY: Oh, how much they love you. How much they want to just be one with you...

CHARACTERS: Yaoshi x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 303

Yaoshi nearly loses themself when they feels your weight in their lap. Their breaths are short and sharp, and a shiver runs down their spine as they struggles to suppress the shudder that runs through their body. Don't you look so cute and tiny in their lap! They can't help but gently caress your face lovingly.

"You're so lovely..." they whispers, barely above a breath, as they caresses your cheek. Even after hundreds of years, millennia even, your beauty still leaves them speechless. They couldn't help themself...they was so greedy...they had to turn you as immortal as they was. Leaving you with iternal pain and horros. But with them by your side, with the aeon of abundance, you have nothing to fear. Even after all those years, the pain that you felt is nothing compared to their ever growing love and adoration.

They continue to lavish your cheek with tiny kisses. They're completely enamored. The scent of your skin drives them into a frenzy, and before they know it, they are already pressing more kisses to your neck. They moans against your skin, their whole body heating up. To think that a aeon like them grows weak for a mere (immortal) human like you...laughable, they can already the other aeons laughing. Do they care? Never...not with their little human in their lap.

"Are you sure you are not the aeon of seduction~?" Yaoshi whispers lowly, their voice thick with emotion. Their eyes are half-lidded, and a fierce blush has spread over their cheeks. A groan rises from their throat as they press more kisses to your neck, moving up to your jaw.

The kisses are gentle, almost worshipful, but as they continues downward, they becomes more desperate, more hungry. It is as though they wants nothing more than to drown themselves in you....

TAGLIST: @hehothrowawayfae @lucienbarkbark @theblades @rikasurl

@luxbless @thequitekid-moonie @mmeat - did it ;)

[love-of-the-red-star]

That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon (Series)

Prologue

[Edited]

What the fuck.

That was the first thought that came out of you once you found out what you were in the vast expanse of space you had woken up into. The Aeon of Elation seemed pleased with the reaction they got out of you, as incomprehensible as your form may have been.

They laughed and then left you there by your lonesome, without a clue to what your path even was and how the fuck you were even meant to function.

You groaned, guessing you’ll really just find that out yourself.

You spent your time thinking in the first short years of your existence in the little plane you resided in, happy to at least know where you ended up in and what you were. You were reincarnated in Honkai Star Rail, and you were an Aeon. From which path you were even on, you don’t know, at least not yet.

It had taken some time, a VERY long time, to get an inkling of what path you treaded on. And in those years the other Aeons; like Lan, and even Fulli did find you— you have yet to meet Xipe, but you have met Yaoshi.

It was… something to say the least. Herta had been right in calling them a lonely romantic.

It was a little eerie, remembering them speak to you with such care and joy— a new life, they called you. They didn’t seem to mind much when you didn’t have a voice, you weren’t even sure yourself if you had one, thinking at the back of your mind that maybe you were like The Nihility.

That thought had been cut short when Yaoshi somehow figured out where your lips were, and shamelessly kissed you.

It was only then you had managed to find a voice, as meager and as cracked and strange as it sounded. They only cooed in response to you, mumbling as they gently touched your form.

“You are new, and yet you are familiar.” They told you. “I have felt you somewhere before.” Their arms stretched wantonly as their many eyes looked at you. “I know you, and yet I do not. I wonder why that is.” They smiled, and you can hear the branches stretch— a sound rather unnerving, it sounded more like bones and flesh rather than wood. If Yaoshi noticed your unease, they don’t tell you.

It took a while for them to leave, promising you that they will come back here again to visit but not without leaving another kiss, and the light sting of their tail on your body— a spot that became the back of your neck once you managed to acquire a more.. comprehensive image of yourself at some point after the encounter.

You never really quite recovered from that.

But at least you discovered your voice.

It was your arms that had come next, and it was unfortunate that a few planets have met their demise in your discovery. You still mourn them to this day, somehow feeling bad even with the absence of a human heart.

The rest of your body had come to you easily, and once you acquired it, people had discovered you. You remained elusive though, not wanting an accidental repeat of the planets you destroyed, and yet they still sought you out anyways.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, not that it mattered; you couldn’t die, you couldn’t age nor did you need to rush.

In those years, again your cries echoed in the cosmos once more— you see, you ate an Aeon, actually no, you ate two.

You didn’t mean it, and your panic had been embarrassingly broadcasted for everyone and everything to hear.

(You didn’t know it then but your entire cries were heard across the cosmos and needless to say people were more terrified than concerned as it either manifested as a power outage with your incomprehensible voice, or manifesting through television in the form of disembodied static.)

It had been an experience to say the least, figuring out who the hell you accidentally ate. One of them had been Akivili, and the other? Mythus.

Could an Aeon even sweat bullets?

You immediately made the connection that they were unfortunate casualties of your circumstances— as someone who once resided outside of the world of the imaginary tree. You didn’t know Mythus, but you do know Akivili was precious to the Express.

And you just ate them.

You sulked in your little corner for a few years, and at some point you could have sworn Aha laugh at you— you swatted them away in your regret, the Elation still again laughing at your misery.

It had taken a while for you to stand up (could you?) and take on a more… mortal friendly form, because the last time someone had tried going near you, they got reversed.

In a sense that their body simply deconstructed itself into strange, geometric shapes then nothing. If you had been human, you think this would have been utterly horrific for you.

But somehow you knew it would happen to anyone who came close enough to your real form.

You figured that having a human form would be less fatal for the others— convenient too, it was smaller, and arguably easier to look at without fearing madness or turning into shapes.

So you project yourself as one in front of the Express once you spotted it at a stop.

———————

“Hello?” You softly greeted the residents of the Express, you noticed it was only Himeko and Welt at this point in time, but even so, they looked like they were going to shit themselves from seeing you.

Pompom had weirdly enough hid behind a flower pot.

Seeing this made you immediately sulk.

Himeko hesitantly approached you. “Hello… what can we help you with?” Himeko was unsure of what to do too, and honestly you can’t blame her. It wasn’t everyday the equivalent of a God walks into your door to say hi.

It was a shame they were afraid of you, you had dressed for the occasion— a semi formal attire consisting of a long coat, a dress shirt with a bolo tie, a vest, shorts and formal shoes.

“I came here to apologize.” You said, it came out flatter than you would have liked and you internally cringed.

“Come again?” Himeko blinked rather awkwardly.

You took a deep breath (you swore you could see the Finnish old man beside her tense) and exhaled. “I’m sorry for eating Akivili.”

………….

“I didn’t mean to.” You added, sulking even more. Your mood was so damp that Pompom couldn’t resist but try to comfort you.

“Come in and take a seat please.” The little conductor said a little shakily, handing you a napkin that you politely refused. You were obviously sad, but you couldn’t physically produce tears for some strange reason.

Since you couldn’t cry, Pompom gave you a glass of water instead.

It was surreal to be able to taste things again after needing technically nothing.

But back on Himeko and Welt, they don’t really know what to make of you, as evident by the confused stare that they gave to each other while you were stuck on your seat posed like you were thinking of the Roman Empire.

You were rather expressive and close to human for a cosmic entity, and for you to apologize for accidentally eating their Aeon? Unheard of.

It wasn’t like you could spit Akivili out of you either.

While you were admittedly a stranger, there were no signs or feelings of hostility from you, you were genuinely sorry and upset for eating their Aeon. Himeko recalled the static from the broadcast and came to the realization that it had been you who they had heard crying, as terrifying as it sounded.

Himeko and Welt did ended up talking to you again in the end, reassuring you it was okay that you did what you did because you didn’t mean it anyways, and that ended up with you saying you’re going to bless the Path of the Trailblaze because there was no way you were going to leave the express to be parentless.

You had other agendas aside from that of course, but they didn’t seem to mind.

However a discussion was made to keep your identity secret when you had told the three people in the crew you didn’t like the attention the scientific community was giving you.

Being observed like a specimen in a National Geographic™️ documentary wasn’t really your thing, as natural as it was.

In the express, you weren’t an Aeon, you were simply [Name]. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though, how the fuck did they even figure out you were an Aeon immediately?

Guess you’ll never know.

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Part I [Here], Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII….

Thanks for giving this a read! This was inspired by the shitposts made by @pixiatn!! More will be incoming, though posts will be a bit delayed (unfortunately I’m a busy little bitch).

[milksnake-tea]

Can I ask for Nanook and Yaoshi (separate) x gn!reader whose a nameless hcs? ( akivili hasn't died yet)

loving nameless.

characters: nanook, yaoshi

contains: ooc!characters, slight yandere themes ??

a/n: these two were pretty similar so i bunched them up together, hope u don't mind! personally i can't see nanook abandoning their path to join the express so im sorry that will not be included 😭😭 i know u said nanook is ooc but my perfectionist self is too stickly for that HAUSHSU the yaoshi bias is real here tho

The second you mention your relationship, you're immediately faced with backlash. Both Welt and Akivili are absolutely appalled at the very notion of you being lovers with Nanook of all people. The Express members were practically begging you to reconsider, after all, Nanook was their mortal enemy. Nanook was dangerous, evil, and well... Nanook.

But Nanook was devoted to you, and wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. You can still remember the dangerous flash in their molten eyes when Welt voiced his opposition, antimatter forming around them as they burned figurative holes into his body.

For a terrifying moment, you were afraid that they would simply kill the man, but it seemed that the presence of another Aeon made Nanook remember themself. In the end, they merely reminded the Trailblaze they were more than capable of destroying both Akivili and the Express, end of discussion.

The Express took a while to get used to the Destruction's visits. Pom-Pom hid behind Welt's legs whenever the Aeon appeared, but as time went on, the two of them grew to tolerate the other.

It's... ironic, to say the least, when Nanook welcomes you back after a trailblazing trip, especially after sealing one of their many Stellarons. It's something that has led to several playfights, where you whine to Nanook about what the Stellaron did to that world, while Nanook merely pats your head and pretends to care.

To be honest, you're the only reason why Nanook doesn't just plant another Stellaron after the one you just finished sealing.

Against you, the Aeon of Destruction looks akin to a kicked puppy whenever you drag them away from planets recovering from their Stellarons. There are certain planets whose civilizations you've befriended and are off-limits to Nanook's purge. It takes a lot out of the Aeon to go against the will of their Path, but they manage (you later catch them absolutely decimating another planet in order to satisfy their urges).

That said, when you do go on trailblazing missions, you have to be careful not to get hurt. Nanook obeys the "no murder" rule when on the Express, but any other worlds are fair game. Whenever you get so much so as a paper cut, you have to glare pointedly at the sky, knowing that Nanook was watching you.

All in all, being a Nameless as well as the lover of Nanook is quite the impressive feat. Many of the Express will never truly be accustomed to the Destruction, and the Stellarons often become an awkward topic.

But you make it work, somehow. Even if one day, you'll have to face down your lover for the sake of the galaxy.

Yaoshi met you on the Xianzhou ships, when you, alongside your fellow Nameless, faced off against a couple of their Disciples. You were quite the thorn in the Disciples' side, foiling their plans left and right, and so Yaoshi became intrigued, wondering just who was giving them so much trouble.

For a while, they merely observed you from the shadows, keeping themself hidden from both the Xianzhou and the Disciples. They didn't see what the big deal was - you were powerful, sure, but so were the rest of your companions. If anything, Yaoshi wagered that the one holding the Stellaron within them, or that older gentleman were bigger threats than you were.

They really should've left it at that. They should've turned away, perhaps given their Disciples a little boost, but nevertheless, Yaoshi should've left.

But they didn't.

Something about you kept them there, on enemy territory. Something about you lured them in, enraptured them. They found that their eyes were never able to fully leave your form, watching you in awe as you fought against their people.

Yaoshi speaks in your dreams, always sweetly smiling as they converse with you. They're wary of revealing their true identity, knowing how the Xianzhou paints them as some kind of villain (the audacity of that Hunt, honestly).

For the most part, you know them as a stranger - a beautiful stranger, but a stranger nevertheless. They visit frequently, always asking the same things: How was your day today? Did anything of interest happen? Oh, the Abundance's creations caused you some issues as of late? How troublesome.

As time passes, you become accustomed, comfortable with their presence, and you begin looking forward to your meetings. With Yaoshi, you can vent your troubles without fear of judgement, exchange jokes you would've otherwise been embarrassed to say, anything your heart desires. Yaoshi makes it easy to let your guard down, especially with their kind and empathetic nature.

When they inevitably reveal themself as Yaoshi, the Aeon of Abundance, you truthfully weren't surprised. You've figured that they were some type of deity - the arms being a dead giveaway that they weren't human. Their frequent complaints about a certain "pursuer" only strengthened your suspicions.

But what shook you was their admittance to their attachment to you. Yaoshi hadn't planned on staying around for this long, but you, whether intentionally or not, had carved a spot for yourself right in the Aeon's heart.

You didn't know what to make of it. You knew, deep inside, that you felt the same way. You didn't want to push them away, but knowing that they were the reason behind the Xianzhou's suffering made you hesitate. Your friends on the Xianzhou would surely never forgive you if you became lovers with the Abundance.

But Yaoshi understood. They saw your conflict, your hesitance, and they smiled - that infuriatingly sweet, understanding smile. They took your hand in theirs, and kissed your forehead.

It's alright if you needed time to process everything. Yaoshi was nothing if not patient. Whenever you were ready, Yaoshi would be waiting for you with open arms.

[viviennevermillion]

love languages

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: hsr debut post, hope this does well. i'm only at chapter 2 part 1 so pls bare we me. (gn!reader), aeons can walk among mortals for this

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: bloom in the dark — emorie

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: blade, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, march 7th, nanook, yaoshi

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: some angst & hint at character death in blade's because i'm still figuring out how to write anything but angst for a character whose main objective is that he wants to die, i had way too much fun making the aeons eldritch

✧ giving: gifts

As much as Blade loved you, as much as he treasured the memories he shared with you and as much as he'd hate to cause you pain or grief; you were all too familiar with his predicament. You had been ever since you agreed to stay by his side, to love him for as long as you had together. That was the price you'd pay for loving a man who considered himself dead in spirits already. A shell of who he once was.

Part of him felt guilty for indulging you; how could he call himself yours when he'd take the exit from his cursed immortality if it presented itself before him tomorrow? How could he promise you his heart if he couldn't promise you a future?

He knew there was a chance he might outlive you by centuries. He knew there was a chance he'd say goodbye to you in a month. Still, you were willing to be with him, through all the uncertainty.

So he gifts you things to remember him by, should he part from you too soon for your liking. Some of them were expensive; after all he had more than enough life behind him to no longer be bound by material limits. Some of them were simple trinkets or flowers he preserved using glycerine. All of them held meaning but the overarching message was: "We were born in different times. If it were for the natural order of things, we never would have even met. I've been suffering since long before I met you. And yet, curiously, despite all; I treasure every moment I had with you. I'm glad to have loved you."

✧ receiving: physical touch

One thing Blade would have never expected when he met you; but was more than glad to realize, was that you could make him forget his anger and pain, even if it was for just a while; even if it always inevitably returned.

He loved falling asleep in your arms. It was the closest thing to the peace and salvation he craved that he could currently have. For just a few hours, he was content. He had forgotten what that felt like.

He loved the feeling of your fingers carding through his long, dark hair. And you loved the smile you so rarely saw on his face when you did this. Blade's breathing would calm and he'd nuzzle your neck as he was being held in your arms.

Blade also loves waking up in the middle of the night, feeling you shift in bed beside him and pressing a few lazy kisses to his lips before he fell back asleep.

He loves the way you tend to his scars, how you seem to wash the pain off his body with your caring touch; despite feeling guilty for how he has made you worry again. You'd end up disinfecting and bandaging his wounds and sometimes he had to chuckle at how you treated him as if he was fragile, despite having likely seen more hardships than you could ever imagine.

✧ giving: acts of service

Dan Heng doesn't really know how to express his love for you at first so he defaults to helping you out however he can.

He helps you with little jobs around the Astral Express and loves to team up with you for any missions or chores that fall on both of your plates.

Especially with all the knowledge he gathered from the archives and basically living in there; he's more than ready to help you figure out any mysteries you encounter on your journey with the Astral Express.

If he needs to explain anything to you or answer a question you have about stuff like the Aeons or any factions you encountered, he'll often pull you onto his lap at the desk and show you important info about it in a book or online. "I hope I could answer your questions. Did this help you?", he then asks you, looking into your eyes. "Yup!", you shoot him a smile and give him a quick kiss to the lips which leaves him blushing and just staring at you for a while.

"Hey, Astral Express to Dan Heng, you still there?", you chuckle and wave your hand in front of his eyes. He just blinks like, twice and then picks you up bridal style: "Come on, let's figure out that task Himeko gave you." He's just trying to distract from the fact that you flustered him.

Sometimes he tries to cook for you. The emphasis is on tries. You'll walk into the train kitchen and he'll be there stirring something in the frying pan and glancing at a recipe. "What are you doing there, love?", you ask and kiss his cheek. "I'm making lunch for you", he states and you hug him. "Aww, that's so sweet of you!", you press a few appreciative kisses to his lips, "wait why does it smell burnt?" "What-"

✧ receiving: quality time

Dan Heng is what we call 'a good listener'. He's not the best conversationalist but he likes to hear you talk and he remembers stuff you told him that even you have forgotten about until he one day just brings it up out of nowhere.

He loves to spend the time between trailblazing expeditions just hanging out with you. You check your phone and receive a text from him like "Hey, want to come over to my room? 🫀"

"?" "March told me that I should add a heart to my messages to make you feel more loved. Did I not do it correctly?" "Dan Heng, sweetie, no..."

You enter his room and he has made you two cups of coffee, the only thing he's actually good at "cooking". The two of you have decided to watch a movie and lay down on Dan Heng's mattress. "I can feel the bones in my back snapping in half, how do you sleep on this?", you raise your eyebrow. "I don't think it's that bad", he mumbles, seeming lost in thought.

While watching the movie, he has his arms wrapped around you. His only opinion about it is "it was good".

Also enjoys playing board games with you, specifically card games. You're pretty equally matched so there's no telling who wins this round. When he wins, you ask him what he wants as a reward and he just gives you a soft smile and tells you a kiss will do.

✧ giving: physical touch

Jing Yuan is a fairly affectionate man behind closed doors. He doesn't leave for work without giving you as many goodbye kisses as you want and doesn't let go of you throughout the whole night while he sleeps. You could get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen, as soon as you return, Jing Yuan wraps his arms around you once more; even when he's in deep sleep.

He enjoys just sitting idly with you, both of you doing your own things and he's just holding your hand or has a hand resting on your thigh. He also loves when you lean your head on his shoulder and as soon as he feels you do that, he turns his head to place a kiss on your forehead.

Sometimes you'll be reading a book while sitting between his legs and he ends up pressing multiple kisses to your cheek or trailing them down your neck. He smiles against your skin everytime he does this. He's not always seeking to touch you but he has his clingy 10 minutes where he wants attention and sometimes that happens to interfere with whatever it is you're doing at the current moment.

Most of the time you can't resist indulging him and just kissing him for a while, burying your hands in his hair or cupping his cheeks gently.

✧ receiving: quality time

Jing Yuan loves those days on the Xianzhou Luofu that are so peaceful that he gets to spend the entire day with you. You decide to take a nap during noon, falling asleep in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. You feel Jing Yuan press a few soft kisses to your forehead while you're dozing off.

When you awake, he's no longer next to you. You get up and find him in the kitchen, preparing a late lunch for the two of you. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and glance at the frying pan to see him fry some eggs.

You hear a chirping sound and fish a small finch out of your boyfriend's hair. "Don't worry you, we're not grilling your brethren", you whisper softly and put the bird on the windowsill, "fly free, my little friend." The bird lifts off. You raise an eyebrow at Jing Yuan. "Was this the last one?"

He chuckles. "Should be." This at least gives him an excuse to take a bath with you and maybe you'll volunteer to wash his hair. He loves the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair and just relaxing and letting you pamper him. "You know, if that's what you want, you can just ask right?", you remind him, "you don't need to call your woodland friends for help." Jing Yuan just laughs and gently guides your chin closer to his face so he can kiss you softly.

He enjoys playing chess against you, though you tend to suggest to play a die-based game instead so you can win by having good luck, because Jing Yuan has several centuries of chess practice under his belt. "You know that still doesn't mean you'll win", he watches you unpack the Ludo game with an amused expression. "I have good luck, I got you after all", you say confidently. "Well I've heard an old saying from a distant planet that when you luck out in love it means you have bad luck when it comes to games", he argues and crosses his arms with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes and he responds by kissing your lips.

Sometimes he watches you play chess against Yanqing. "Does it hurt to lose to an 8 year old?", he teases you. "Silence, Jing Yuan, you taught him this stuff." Your lover lets out a laugh. "And yet he still has so much to learn before he can beat me."

✧ giving: words of affirmation

When Luocha loves you, he doesn't hesitate to tell you. After all, his companion in the coffin consistently reminds him that life is short and he better have no regrets, should misfortune strike him tomorrow. Luocha adores you and in his mind, there's nothing stopping him from letting you know.

He's also a bit of a smooth-talker to you and you only. He never gets overbearing with his flirting, but you can expect a few cheesy compliments followed by a kiss to your hand. He'll pick you up for your date, takes your hand in his and leads it to his lips. "You're as beautiful today as the first time I saw you", he smiles and whispers against your skin.

Getting together with Luocha could take ages if you insist in knowing why he's being so suspicious first; but once you do he's ironically an open book for you. He has shared his greatest secret with you and you've given your hearts to one another, so why should he hold back now from telling you what's on his mind?

Sometimes his words are on the nose, such as cupping your cheeks and telling you that he loves you with all his heart or that he wants you to traverse the stars with him from now on. Sometimes the love he has for you is put into telling you how he remembers certain areas around the Xianzhou Luofu as "that place where you surprised me with a bouquet of flowers when we met up for tea" or "that shop where you almost made the coffin fall over". You learn with time that there are a lot of things he associates with you and your memories together.

✧ receiving: physical touch

Luocha loves your affections. He's the least grumpy man ever in the morning. You could wake him up at 3am for kisses and he'd be down for it. He loves when he wakes up and the first thing he feels is your lips on his cheeks or your fingers running through his long blond hair or your fingertips drawing circles on his bare shoulders.

He pulls you into his chest and you can hear his heartbeat while he holds you close. He lifts your chin up and his lips meet yours before he even opens his eyes. He kisses you softly, his tongue circling around yours as he tries to pull you even closer. "Good morning, my love", his voice sounds raspy before he presses a kiss to your cheek.

Luocha loves to take a walk through the city and hold your hand in his while doing so. He doesn't say it but he definitely melts if you stop your walk for a minute just to give him a hug or kiss him gently.

One time you get caught in the rain and Luocha finds shelter for the two of you under a secluded pavillion. You are cold so he wraps his jacket around you and holds you in his arms until the skies clear. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Are you still cold, my dear?", his voice sounds so soft and he gently squeezes your shoulder. You shake your head. He lets out a chuckle. "That's good, then", he replies before resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes for a while.

He enjoys resting his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. You might be busy with something else, not noticing how he smiles up at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (you are). He eventually closes his eyes and rests his cheek against your stomach.

✧ giving: words of affirmation

March 7th talks quite a lot, especially if you were to ask Dan Heng about it. So if she's in love with you; her feelings are bound to slip out with her words. It wasn't hard for you to become aware of her crush on you because she just accidentally blurted it out one day. She was so happy when you told her you felt the same; even if this conversation was the furthest thing from planned.

March loves to explore the civilizations you travel to on the Astral Express and buying lots of souvenirs and clothes from there. So sometimes she'll drag you from shop to shop and often finds things she thinks would look good on you. No matter if you're wearing a fancy suit / dress or a 5 credit neon green "I survived the Belabogeyman attack" shirt from a shady souvenir shop, she hypes you up like you're on the front cover of a popular magazin.

"Aw look, you're so cute", she squeals and hugs you from the side, trying and failing to lift you up. There's at least 5 people in the shop staring at you and the shopkeeper glares at March, silently reminding her to keep her voice at an acceptable volume for a public building. "Oops... sorry", she cringes slightly and then turns to you again with a bright smile, "you should totally get this!"

Everytime you enter her room after a trip you find a new photo you took together on her wall. "Look at your smile on this one", she holds one of them up, "it makes me happy whenever I look at it."

Dan Heng told her to stop talking about you all the time so now she talks with you about you.

Definitely tells you she loves you plenty of times.

✧ receiving: gifts

March loves gifts. She's the kind of person who can't wait to open her birthday presents so you guys have to hide them from her every year; preferably somewhere where she can't reach or won't find them.

So when she receives gifts from you for no special occasion, she's gushing so much.

She loves flowers and chocolates. She definitely has a sweet tooth but will still share the chocolates with you. She is very interested in the meaning of the flowers you gift to her so if you can tell her about that, she'll be all the more happy. She loves romantic gestures like this. She has mostly read about them in romance novels and she's more than thrilled to finally receive them herself.

March also adores jewelry, whether you bought something for her or crafted it yourself. She'll wear it everyday and she's very proud whenever someone asks about it.

She posts about the gifts she receives in her status online as well. She'll be like "y/n got me this! 💓💓💓"

She dm's the pictures to Dan Heng as well and he leaves her on read.

When you gift her something, she gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before opening it. Once she opened it, she smiles at you brightly and kisses you on the lips. "Thank you so much for this!", she takes your hand into hers and squeezes it.

Receiving gifts from you makes her so happy. But being loved by you makes you feel like every day is her birthday either way. And for you, every day was March 7th.

✧ giving: quality time

Loving an Aeon wasn't the easiest endeavor. Especially not Nanook. But somehow you had touched the destructive god's heart and for the first time since they became what they were today, there was a life they wanted to treasure and protect.

They don't understand much about the human world as it was today, having mostly spent their time on a different plane of existence. It was only when they connected with you and took an interest in you; that they decided to walk among them for a while, to be able to spend time with you. At first their bitterness became apparent every day they spent with you, only scoffing at the people they saw going about their daily life and the things that they had built; which all would be wiped away by destruction if Nanook were to have their way.

But you took that as a challenge. You wanted to see if you could find something they liked about life, unaware that you had become that very phenomenon.

You made it your favorite pastime to show them all sorts of things from the material world and see their reaction to them. "What do you think of this painting?", you ask them, holding up a work of art you got from a market. "I'm not too fond of the sound it makes and the cosmic essence it depicts", they respond with a deadpan expression and you just look at them in confusion, "right, I forgot you can only perceive three dimensions."

Nanook, despite not letting it show, enjoys spending time with you; even though it could be challenging sometimes considering they were an Aeon and you were not. Sometimes they would ask you about things you couldn't see and other times they struggled to discern what things they saw you could pass through and which ones you considered "a wall".

✧ receiving: physical touch

Nanook loves your touch, much as they would like you to never notice that. They're not used to any physical sensations so they're very sensitive. They're unable to form coherent sentences when you so much as press a kiss to their lips. According to them it was very difficult to convey their thoughts in your way of speech when you were "trying to overwhelm them like this"

Giving Nanook affection also proved to be a challenge in more ways than one. The first time you tried to rest your head on their chest, your cheek touched the golden essence flowing out of them and you could perceive what you could only describe as the worst sensory overload anyone has ever experienced; a colorful mix of incoherent screaming and the faint sound of explosions; the feeling of all-encompassing despair and grief.

"What was THAT?", you stared at Nanook in shock, panting. "The entirety of traces left behind by destroyed worlds and ending lives from at least the last couple millenia", they answered very casually. You sighed and held your head, now suffering from a migraine. "At least it doesn't disintegrate me", you took a deep breath and started rummaging through your closet. "Only if I want it to", Nanook explained. "Charming", you whisper to yourself in a sarcastic way and toss them a shirt, "put this on."

Kisses are such a novelty to them. They're like "what was that?"

"Affection." "Do it again."

One time you pressed several kisses to their shoulder and Nanook just slow-blinked at you for like 5 minutes, before resting their head on your shoulder.

✧ giving: gifts

Yaoshi loves to bestow "blessings" upon you. Though, you have to teach them at first what you would consider an acceptable present.

The first one is immortality if you want it. Yaoshi would love nothing more than for you to be by their side forever.

Their next attempts at gift-giving left you feeling a little lost. They manifest before you, excitedly grabbing your cheeks and your waist and your shoulders with their hands and pulling you into a kiss. "My dearest, I made you a creature", they exclaim and reveal a Frankenstein-esque abomination the size of a volleyball. You can't quite discern what it actually is but it looks like an abstract mixture of a hamster, frog and a dragon. "Uh...thank you?", you try to be as polite as possible, unsure what to do with the creature as it spits a smaller version of itself onto your bedroom floor and then disintegrates. "It reincarnates out of itself", Yaoshi explains. "I can see that", you nod with wide eyes, patting Yaoshi's head.

One day, Yaoshi guides your spaceship to a distant location. "This is a planet I renovated for you", they join you as you land and explain their thoughts behind all the different new kinds of flowers they created specifically for you. "You're my greatest inspiration", they kiss your cheek and wrap their arms around you.

You eventually sit them down and calmly explain to them that one planet is more than enough and that you definitely do not need another creature. You teach them about your customs of giving gifts and they listen attentively. Maybe a bouquet of flowers would do next time.

✧ receiving: quality time

Yaoshi wants you to stay by their side forever. They perceive the passage of time very differently from you, yet they treasure and vividly remember every second by your side. Your bond of love is a sacred one in their eyes and they want to feel as close as possible to you.

They especially love talking to you and learning about your experiences that are so vastly different from their own. Despite being so intertwined with life itself; Yaoshi learns so much about life just from being with you. They never would have imagined you could give them so many new perspectives on the universe just by sharing your thoughts and beliefs with them.

Yaoshi always listens to you attentively and you see a sense of childlike wonder in their eyes when you speak about the way you experience the world, the things you value and the memories you treasure.

"Isn't it marvelous; how we see the world through such different lenses and are entirely different entities, yet we love each other so deeply and unconditionally", their voice sounds soft as they pull you onto their lap, holding you with their six arms and planting kisses on the back of your neck repeatedly.

Unlike Nanook, Yaoshi is very clingy. Quality Time with you always involves touching you in some way, be it kissing you repeatedly or holding you tightly within their embrace. Sometimes they sing you to sleep with a gentle voice, running their fingertips over your shoulder.

[moineauz]

જ⁀ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐄 in me as I 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

side comments: wanted to write for our Nanook and Yaoshi some spoilers of course, violence, Nanook's is kinda dark, reader is known to be the 'arbitrator' or 'mediator.

Whenever a tale, record or paper regarding the elusive and ancient Aeons of the vast cosmos, you, the Arbitrator always weave into each battle, dispute and archive.

You unified and ruled each contestation and difference and have lingered amongst the Aeons yet was never considered one yourself: like a fine mist braiding through the folds of the universe, unravelling and sewing it together.

And by 'it', you meant the Aeons.

While the Aeons were born and bound to the ideologies they arose from with a passionate frenzy, you merely existed- and for what purpose? Historians debated if you were a presence higher than that of Aeons: a mystic authoritarian figure whose one wave or snap of their fingers would bring an undisputed settlement, like a court judge.

However, others consider you to be less of a judge and more of a mediator. A force that ensures the Aeons keep within their bounds and do not screw the universe over entirely. Some reckon that you are an Aeon whose gaze never spared a glance. There are even theories that suggest that Lan is your pupil of sorts. In addition, some pay no mind to you at all in the grand ever-present scheme of Aeons and their ploys.

Regardless of what myriad debates, theories or conjectures rise among devout followers, skeptics, historians and the average being, an indisputable fact remains. No matter the conflict, you are always found amongst the lines in the story or perhaps only mentioned at the very end. A peculiar and reiterating occurrence that even a child could predict.

Alas, only the Aeons themselves will know who you are to them

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐊 - the destruction

Nanook believes you are a nuisance at best. However, you choose your disputes carefully and at times, unpredictably.

Out of every Aeon you have come between, Nanook is by far the one seen most often.

Behind your back, they scoff at mentioning of your name and title and more so at the Aeons who share an ounce of respect for your inexplicable ability or deem you a 'peacemaker'.

However, your trait of never showing favour towards one Aeon or another is like a double-edged sword.

Nanook could hardly recount the myriad amount of times they had benefited from your mediation.

What dumbfounds Nanook is that beings think of you as powerful.

You quite frankly aren't, you're simply a 'good talker.'

And they loathe that.

You know their mind and toy with it, rendering with their plans only for them to alter it. You thrive on their vexations and revel in the might of their aggravation and disgust. Instead of annihilating sparks of life, you force them to cherish it within the palms of their savage hands.

Do you find pleasure in their abhorrence? Seeking it out for laughter's sake?

Nevertheless, Nanook knows you are not shallow or in any resemblance towards Aha.

In addition, Nanook knows you are neither a peacemaker nor a chaos-bringer.

There are moments when you come to Nanook and observe them acutely; having experienced your prying eyes for millennia, they remain steadfast and silent in your presence. Only then can Nanook appreciate you, not for your skill, however, for a delectable and insatiable opportunity to deliver their final gift to humanity: destruction.

For now, Nanook will reign havoc on the planets you grow fond of while quietly vying for a sliver of your attention in hopes of ultimately standing victorious in the eternal game of interastral tug of war.

Perhaps Nanook will then adore you for all the delight you brought to a now, empty universe.

𝐘𝐀𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 - the abundance

Yaoshi believes you are in mortal terms: ‘god sent.’

In comparison to Nanook, Yaoshi does not harbour ill will.

On the contrary, they are fascinated by you.

Why do you come between the Aeons? Do you have preferences? What pleases you?

Yes, there are times when you settle disputes and foil the plans of The Abundance. However, it does not matter! Yaoshi will continue to spread the blessings of eternal life and never-ending spings out into the universe while they watch you from afar.

However, the Aeons are selfish, cunning and self-absorbed. They will gladly swallow any opportunity that comes their way. Hence, Yaoshi's 'curiosity' grows beyond the confines of the word itself.

If you can thwart the plans of Nanook- what else can you do?

Yaoshi admires the growth and sprouting of life from their fingertips: how a flower blossoms vibrantly, staying in said form for eternity.

Thus, Yaoshi can only lick their lips and quell their ever-growing hunger.

What wonder would it be to see you bloom and bring waves of life with a mere sway of your arms or snap of your finger? Worlds can be born and no harm shall tread upon the universe- such a reality can now be achieved...

For now, Yaoshi will whisper sweet words of praise in your ear like honey; gradually drowning you in each sugary drop until they can dress you up in whatever they may fancy. You'll be the star of the universe, you'll be the epitome of ardency and everlasting life. Worshiped and praised: the universe will string together songs of your benevolence!

Alas, Yaoshi must limit their daydreaming... work must be done to accomplish their ultimate dream and it has only just begun.

masterlist

I might do a part two with the other Aeons... probably Lan and Xipe. I honestly wanted to get this out of my drafts.

[hana-no-seiiki]

tw/cw: canon divergence.

Yes. Yes. YES.

Eternal Arbiter or Eternal Judge seek to hunt those that dare to awaken or steal away Aeon of Dreams from their Cradle. These are highly trained individuals who spent their entire lives hoping to die for one cause and one cause alone, you.

Librarium Phantasia is the location of which all dreams are stored and studied by the Scholars of Phantasia.

The denominations above have a strict set of requirements for worshippers to enter since they would literally be dealing with, protecting and studying a god directly.

Scholars of Phantasia have massive beef with Memento Phantasia ( also known as Mythus x Reader denomination) since these people like to mess with dreams and use them as reference to fuck up the order and truth in real life.

There are way more Aeons I have yet to explore but there’s also Akivili (Aeon of the Trailblaze) x Reader which is a bit tricky. Sleep and dreams are inherently against Akivili’s path to explore and connect with the unknown in real life but at the same time, dreams are an infinite source of new places and ideas to explore.

Imagine if they’re just called the Travelers and since not much lore is on the actual ones from Genshin is out yet, our dear tabibitos are actually from that denomination-

Does aeon of dreams reader has emanators? I think someone inspired by the sandman myth would be pretty cool

AEON OF DREAMS! READER HEADCANNONS

Yes! Their worshippers in general are called Dreamers or Those that Enter the Majesty’s Domain.

Their missionaries/emanators are called Sleepwalkers. Their churches are called Chambers/Domains of Fantasies and the main one is named after their resting place “The Cradle”

Note: It’s important to distinguish between the Sleepwalkers that are completely loyal to Aeon of Dreams! Reader alone and their eternal sleep, to those that believe they should be awoken and also believe in Nanook.

There are also the extremists that force other people into perma sleep called the Heralds of the Sleeping Death. Similar to the Sandman myth but imagine an army of people throwing dust that instantly puts you into a siesta . . . except that early afternoon of yours lasts for an eternity.

There are also like - whole ass denominations that are all just based on a ship with another Aeon.

Yaoshi x Reader ? That’s the Abundant Trance / Trance in Abundance denomination that aside from vehemently shipping the two believe that sleep is the best medicine.

Qilipoth x Reader ? The Preservation of the Fantasy denomination . They believe in cryogenesis to preserve one’s sleeping state to forever dream.

IX x Reader? You think that real life is worthless and just want to sleep forever and indulge the dreams you can actually control? Join the club kid. It’s called the Void in Reality, Infinity in Dormancy.

and ofc Nanook x Reader. Sleepwalkers turned Anti Sleep Legion turned Anti Matter Legion. There are pretty chill ones that just don’t like sleep at all and are interested in ways to keep themselves awake as much as possible. But most of them believe that sleep is a cage they need to help other people to be liberated from.

And those aren’t even the extreme members that are all like “cool imma destroy everything and myself so that my two gods can live happily ever after. im gonna sleep eternally in the afterlife anyways. byeee-“

if people are interested ill edit in all the denominations based on ships lol but for now have those (im specifically hoping to write the erudition/hunt x reader denominations cause those would be interesting imo)

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[illiteratedreams]

synopsis ⇒ breeding an extremely needy yaoshi

kinks ⇒ breeding, intersex yaoshi, tentacles, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, mentioned lactation but not explicitly shown

reader anatomy ⇒ cock mentioned

wc ⇒ 1.3k

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The gift of life was a precious one indeed. What greater blessing is there other than to live, to prosper, and to grow?

As the Aeon of Abundance, Yaoshi’s only wish is to spread this gift across the universe, to create and bloom and birth.

Usually, they do this with a simple glance of their thousands of eyes, or with a cradling of a planet in their six arms, or, if they’re feeling daring, a kiss.

But sometimes, the need to procreate, or rather, the need to be bred forces them to give life in… other ways.

And this is one of those times.

You glance over at the Aeon impassively, the slightest bit of annoyance washing over your face as Yaoshi tugs on your arm, demanding your attention on them instead of a planet that’s caught your eye.

“What is it now, Yaoshi?”

At the sound of your voice, Yaoshi lets out a beautiful whine. Almost pouting up at you, they press their body up against your arm and your leg, forcing you to feel their erection through the thin piece of fabric that covers their crotch.

Not that you needed them to do so. Yaoshi is big, and the cloth does nothing to hide the shape of their bulge, throbbing and leaking. From the looks of their soaked robes, their pussy isn’t doing as well either.

“Nngh… Please,” they beg, panting hotly into your ear. “I need you-“

They cut themselves off with a needy moan, humping you like an animal in heat. They hug your arm closer to them and lean their head on your shoulder - careful not to bump their antlers on you - and let out another whine.

“Need you inside me,” they whisper, voice deep and sultry with need. Gently, they trail an arm up your chest, squeezing every piece of skin they can find. "Won't you breed me, dearest? My body aches for you- ah, please, I need it, I need you."

You sigh, turning to face them fully. They brighten at your attention, their hips rolling once more to entice you. A knowing smile slips onto your face.

"You are so needy, do you know that?"

The Aeon gasps as you reach down and cup at their bulge. Their cock pulsates in your palm, heat radiating off it like a second sun. Their eyes roll, moans and repeated pleases and thank yous spilling from their lips.

"Already so wet for me," you hum, giving their cock a squeeze. "For such a beloved Aeon, you're nothing but a greedy slut who can't live without a cock in them. Aren't you?"

Yaoshi whimpers at your words.

"Please," they beg again, "fill me."

And when the Aeon of Abundance begs so prettily, tears gleaming in their eyes and cock so desperately leaking in your palm, who are you to deny them of their needs?

Your eyes gleam hungrily, and suddenly Yaoshi is yanked off your arms by cool, slimy tentacles that mirror the night sky. Their lips part in the beginnings of a protest, only for a surprised moan to be ripped from them as the tendrils rip apart their robes, leaving them bare in front of your gaze.

Your tentacles manhandle them as if they were nothing but a doll, forcing their legs apart to reveal their dripping and gaping pussy, clenching around nothing.

"You prepared yourself," you muse, a cheeky smile on your face. "That desperate to be bred full, hm?"

"Only for- Ah-!" Yaoshi throws their head back as two small tentacles latch onto their plush pink nipples, pulling and sucking until the poor nubs become hard and swollen.

"I wonder, if I sucked hard enough, would you lactate?" you croon. Yaoshi flushes at the thought.

"P-Perhaps..." they whimper. Their arms are held stiffly in place so that they can't fight back against the tentacles, but if their twitching cock, hanging hard and heavy over their pussy, is anything to go by, they enjoy more than anything.

You lift a finger, and three thicker tentacles arrive at the scene. You'd lubricate them, but from the looks of Yaoshi's hole, you won't need to.

One of the tentacles strikes Yaoshi's cock, swallowing it to the base with ease. It pulses eagerly, sucking and licking the poor thing while Yaoshi squeals in delight at the feeling. At the same time, the other tentacles prod and poke at Yaoshi's pussy, one even flicking at their clit curiously.

"Hurry~" Yaoshi whines, shaking their hips the best they can in your tentacles. "N-Need- "

"Yes, yes," you roll your eyes. What a spoiled brat you have on your hands.

With an apathetic flick of your finger, both tentacles thrust into Yaoshi's pussy with a debauched squelch.

"Yes~!" Immediately Yaoshi's eyes roll at the stretch, and they come with a shriek, squirting cutely as their walls clench around your tentacles.

They're almost confused as to where to come from, their dick shooting white streaks into your awaiting tentacle as their pussy sprays deliriously, some of their spend even landing on you.

But still, it's not enough. It's never enough for Yaoshi.

Without giving them a second to process their orgasm, your tentacles surge, speeding up and fucking unrelentlessly into Yaoshi, pressing every spot imaginable.

"Hnghk!~! Yes, yes, yes- M-more, need m-mORE~~!!"

The Aeon chokes as more and more tentacles come to slip into their pussy, pulling at their soaked rim and stretching them until their lean stomach bulges from the sheer quantity of them - some even brushing up against their clit. All the while, their pussy welcomes each new visitor eagerly, swallowing them up until it's practically overflowing with tentacles, stuffed almost full.

Keyword being almost.

Yaoshi comes again, and again, and again, pain from overstimulation melting into delicious pleasure that has them squirting almost without rest. But they still aren't satisfied, and they never will be, not until they're given what they need the most of all.

"C-Cock- Mmph-!" they come again, arching their back beautiful. "Need- UGNK~! Need your- full- so big~~"

How cute, you hum. Poor thing can't even speak coherently anymore.

You finally stand up from your throne in the cosmos. Sensing your movement, your tentacles shift Yaoshi's position once more before presenting them to you in a mating position, like a divine sacrifice.

Languidly stroking your cock, you gaze down at them, drinking in their state. You doubt they're even sane in this moment - how could they, with their nipples, cock, and pussy being toyed with beyond repair?

But that's just how Yaoshi likes it, the little freak.

Yaoshi giggles deliriously, watching excitedly as you line your cock up to their already-filled hole. And, like the slut they are, their exhausted pussy even dares to clench in anticipation.

Then you thrust in, and Yaoshi thinks no more.

They scream as you bottom out, coming yet again with a earth-shaking tremor. All they can feel is pure bliss as you jackhammer them, thrusting in and out of their pussy with blinding speed alongside your many tentacles, which still haven't managed to slip out yet.

Cum seems to drip from them like a fountain as they reach heaven again and again and again, trapped in eternal ecstasy as they are used like a sex doll. Vaguely, they feel you bite their fair skin, marking them eternally as yours. They think you come eventually, but with how full they are, they can't distinguish between gift and gift.

But did it matter? It feels good, doesn't it?

This is what they were born for, this was their purpose. To be bred, fucked full and content, to take cock for the many eons they would go on to live.

A satisfied smile breaks their lips.

This, this was life.

© illiteratedreams 2024 . do not copy, repost, modify, or translate.

[ardensregias]

nsfw, yaoshi x fem!reader, multiple limbs, slight nipple play, orgasm denial turned overstimulation, cum eating

the first time you met them was a moment of utter amazement. how could you not immediately become yaoshi's number one fan after seeing their majestic antlers, resembling a pair of growing branches? the way they sat elegantly atop a large branch with a smiling face? if you didn't know better, you would've mistaken them as the aeon of beauty.

they are also the kindest and most selfless creature you've ever encountered, willing to hold you up just so that you can get a better view at their antlers—even letting you run your hands over the smooth surface, no matter how silly your request sounds.

one day, you ask them: "do aeons reproduce?"

yaoshi's ever-present smile curls up a bit higher, amused by such a strange question, "well, my dear, it is difficult to find a suitable mate with our condition—for example: having to keep watch over humanity and the possibility of putting our lover in harm's way are few of the things that hinder us from doing so."

you tilt your head, humming in understanding, "so that means you can reproduce? just having difficulty doing so?"

still being mysterious, the plagues author scoops you up using one of their hands, "if you really want to know... the answer is no, not with such a fragile thing like yourself," you sigh in disappointment, and the aeon smiles at how adorable you are, adding: "but if you want to feel how an aeon please their lover, i certainly can do that for my little flower" they chuckle softly, the melodious sound filling the domain they had created for you.

and that's how you end up here, laying on the ground with your legs spread open and yaoshi's fingers sliding in and out of your warm hole. just like their gentle nature, their pace is also slow and steady, making you desperate and whine in desperation.

"please, yaoshi—ngh..." the aeon places their other hand on top of your mouth, pushing their fingers inside for you to suck on, while shaking their head, "not yet, my dear. can you hold it in for me?"

you mewl in disappointment, hips grinding down on their hand only to be held down in place by yaoshi's other two hands. they don't even need to use ropes or cuffs—one of the perks about having multiple limbs.

"you are so small... i am afraid i might break this tiny and beautiful body of yours." yaoshi murmurs, licking their lips at the sight of your slick and swollen cunt, so ready and eager for them.

however, they notice how your breasts and neck barely get any attention and lean their head down to pepper your body with kisses. their teeth are surprisingly sharp, instantly marking your skin with reddish marks and rings of teeth.

the aeon of abundance grins in satisfaction at the masterpiece they just create, before going back up to kiss your face, not a single inch of flesh is left unkissed. yaoshi is just so in love with you, a sweet darling eager to learn more about them.

"your voice is like a melody from the most beautiful song in the entire galaxy, rivaling the choirs of the sanctus medicus." they muse, picking up the pace of their digits. yaoshi had make sure to clip their nails before inserting them into you, for as much as they love hearing you cry their name in pleasure, the aeon can't risk injuring you.

truthfully, they are just as aroused as you. how could they not be, when you're writhing beneath their arms, whining their name and moaning at the way the aeon's fingers are skillfully massaging your insides—yet they know better than to penetrate you with the risk of turning you into a mindless vessel, just like the mara-struck citizens of the xianzhou.

yaoshi still has three other hands, and he decide to use them to massage your boobs, pinching and twisting on the nipples. you're so sensitive and vulnerable now, unable to resist the god's touch.

when your walls begin to throb around their fingers, yaoshi kisses you on the lips and nod, giving you their permission, no, command to cum—and who are you to defy the wish of an aeon?

"yaoshi, i can't—" you squeal, releasing your sweet and sticky juices around their slender and long digits. the aeon smiles softly, taking in the sight of your slick covering their fingers and drips down to the grass.

they place their fingers in their mouth, humming in delight at the rich and sweet taste. if yaoshi had to describe the taste, he'd say you taste like the sweetest flower not even they can produce.

"i think i may have to keep you here with me, sweetheart. i would hate to share your unforgettable taste to anyone else."

[kidicaruslover911]

Nanook, Yaoshi, Xipe, Lan: “Be not afraid.”

You: “Everyone. Raw. At the same time. Next question.”

The Aeons exchanging concerned looks: “Be a little more afraid.”

[harmeu]

HSR Aeons Reacting to Their Spouse Hug Them

(GN!Reader)

Nanook:

(The Destruction)

The Aeon Of Destruction is not one for physical contact as you can tell by their title. They destroy anything that comes in their way with no hesitation whatsoever. Though for you they may make little exceptions. After all you are the lover of this strong being.

You come out of nowhere and give your partner a hug burying your head into their chest catching a slight flinch from them.

“What’s this?” They say with a commanding tone and a stern face as usual.

“A hug.” You smile and tighten the grip making them falter a bit.

“Oh.” They go slightly limp in your arms but do not break away. You catch a subtle blush on their ears.

Yaoshi:

(The Abundance)

The Aeon Of Abundance has one of the most interesting personalities. Calm and delicate demeanour but can easily harm if needed. They treat you with care because you are their beloved after all.

You surprise your lover with a hug, collapsing your body into theirs. You watch their green pupils dilate in surprise but calm after they realize.

“What's this about dear?” A small smile reappears in their mouth.

“I wanted to hug you.” You chuckle and hug tighter.

“I see.” You feel all their arms wrap around you trying to secure you from all the evil outside.

Xipe:

(Harmony)

The Aeon Of Harmony is known for their talents and calm but terrifying auras. A title known for kindness but a magnificent body known for pain. They treat you with love and devotion making them a perfect lover.

You decide to burst out of thin air and wrap your arms around them, embracing them tightly. They seem unfazed by this and their mouth stays with that small sweet smile.

“Are you in dire need of my affection dear?” They chuckle ruffling your hair softly.

“Wanted to hug you.” You smile back hugging them tighter. This results in a small laugh out of them and they hug you back. You feel the intense power of an Aeon around you.

“Of course.” They give you a warm look.

[love-of-the-red-star]

That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon

Chapter One: Fuck it we ball!!

(Series)

Obligatory chapter warning: Violence (there’s a gunfight), description of blood, reader being a liiiitle dubious.

Maybe you shouldn’t have wondered how the crew even knew.

You had asked in the “acktually☝️” type of way— in layman’s terms, rather awkwardly.

Who could blame you? You were stuck in space with no human interaction for god knows how long with only your fellow eldritch horror looking gods that occasionally passed by for company.

Your brain may be incredibly big and fast now, but it didn’t mean you weren’t any less awkward. (Though you’re pretty sure you speak better than most of the Aeons— however, that’s just your opinion.)

“We could feel your energy.” That’s what Himeko said. “Well— our system did.”

“Okay?” You blinked, but then went cold when you realized having your energy levels out as Himeko told you meant that you were basically walking out with your fly open.

“The influx of energy isn’t allowing us to jump.” She added, and you understood now, it was like coming across a stellaron infested planet, except it’s worse because it’s God— one of them anyways, and not just some random piece of space cancer.

“Sorry.” You blurted out, then had an idea, wondering if that one bit in the show you watched in your world would help. “Can I get out of the train and excuse me for a bit? I’ll be right back, I’ll just uhhh… suck the energy in, if you know what I mean.” You pointed to the open door, and the stop that thankfully no one is occupying.

“Go ahead.” Himeko nodded, and you made your way out.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, then looked side to side to see if anyone is going to see what you’re pretty sure is going to be an embarrassing looking spectacle. Seeing as the coast was clear, you took a deep breath again and scrunched your face in concentration, adapting a kamekameha pose like Veldora had.

You then grasped at your energy that you now saw around you and crumpled it, until it became smaller and smaller to just enough to thankfully pass like a normal Joe.

A Joe that can fight, but a normal Joe regardless.

What you did was just basically return some of the energy you’ve poured into this projection back to your main body, not exactly holding it in. You’ve managed to succeed, thankfully without having to accidentally explode a planet.

You weren’t Nanook, and you weren’t going to plan becoming a 2.0 very soon. And now that you thought about it, you’re pretty sure they hate you— but when do they not hate anything enough to not destroy it?

Brushing your thoughts away, you returned to the parlor car, and Himeko blinked in surprise. “That was quick.” She told you.

“I know.” You said. “It was surprisingly easy.”

If she had seen what the hell you just did outside, she wasn’t going to say anything about it.

(You’re pretty sure she saw that, much to you wanting to shrivel on the inside like a raisin.)

“So uhh… anything else?”

Himself shook her head, then the parlor car door closed.

It was only the start of your journey.

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Seeing the stars through the window of the express had been a surreal experience. It’s strange, to be inside of a room— you almost forgot how it felt like to step on the ground or not smelling the radioactive scent of space. The parlor car smelled nice, nostalgic almost.

It was funny that you only took notice of that now when you were left to your thoughts in your projected body.

“I can’t believe I’m missing the smell of air freshener of all things.” You mumbled as you watched Pompom sweep the floors of the parlor.

Welt and Himeko were talking about something behind closed doors— probably about you. Honestly you can’t fault them for that, because even though you’d like to deny it, you were in fact a big deal.

A very big deal. An elephant, an obnoxious colored elephant, in the room.

You just hoped they’d come to a conclusion to give you time just enough to prove you mean well. And you really do mean well.

In the next 168 hours (god, that was such a weird way to call an entire week), you were assigned a room of your own.

In the game, you recalled there were only four rooms, but in this one, in reality, there were more. It would make sense, you thought as you observed your own room that’s still rather barren of decoration.

You could just think of what to place into it later.

Another 168 hours go by and you’re entertained by either the little music player in the parlor, or helping Pompom. You spoke to Himeko and Welt from time to time, but it felt Ike you were a bit… out of place. Now that you thought about it you realized they were far more mature than you were, and it wouldn’t be lie either.

While it was nice to have something close to a parental figure, you knew they couldn’t entertain whatever it was that you craved. You realized you’re surprisingly a bit more childish than you thought, especially for a cosmic entity.

You were starting to feel a little antsy though, and decided you’d go back to your main body for a while to fuck around— yeah, you should do that, you thought as you nodded to yourself.

You stood from your bed and made your way out of your room to find either Himeko or Welt so you could tell them you’d be leaving for a while.

Pompom seemed to pout a little at the thought of your absence when you spoke to them about it, but their emotions were quelled when you had mentioned promising them trinkets.

You bid the three farewell, and your body eventually dissipated.

———————

“What the fork are you looking at me for, darlin’?”

Oh wow. You thought as you blinked. “Nothing, I just thought you look rather… interesting, that’s all.” You said. You meant to say handsome, but you didn’t want to be creepy to the cyborg as much as you loved him. It was a little embarrassing to admit now, considering that he was just as real as you were, that you were probably his biggest fan.

“What brings someone like you in a place like this? You don’t fudging look like you’d be into the shady business, unless…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, taking a swing of the strong smelling shot of whiskey handed over to him by the bartender.

How did you even end up here? Simple, you got bored in the parlor car.

You left the express, went to your body, chose a random planet and saw Boothill and decided to make an appearance because why not? It wasn’t exactly everyday you would get to interact with a cool cowboy (probably the coolest space cowboy), so you made the spontaneous decision to simply appear as you were in this little.. town and entered the tavern.

“I got bored.” You said, swirling the drink on your hand that would undoubtedly send you to a hospital for alcohol poisoning had you been an actual human. You took an entire gulp and made a face afterwards. Boothill laughed.

“How do you even enjoy this? It tastes like battery acid and fire.” You grimaced, but you took more sips of the drink despite your own comment. “Anyways, I was bored, and I saw this place and thought: hmmm why not? It feels weirdly liberating in a way.” You confessed.

“Not that much of a stickler for rules despite being dressed like a goody two shoes huh? That’s fudging funny.” The glass clinked, and Boothill’s attention still remained on you funnily enough.

“I’m not nice.” You frowned. “I just dress like this because it’s nice to pretend to be a pretentious bastard sometimes. Plus, it’s cute.” You bristle, and he only smiled at you.

You found that Boothill’s surprisingly way too easy to speak to.

“Sure, sure.” He waved a hand. He doesn’t believe you, and in the far corners of your mind you heard Aha’s laughter. Great, you inwardly groaned, but at least it was just Aha. Then you realized they might just fuck around with you AND have people know you’re an Aeon so they could look at you— maybe not today, but at some point in time.

You felt your lips thin at the thought.

Your attention snapped back to Boothill when you saw him glance at a few people, probably lackeys, in a way that you could describe as nasty. Then you suddenly remembered the posters outside in passing.

“Hey darlin, you might wanna hide your pretty face under the table right now. There’s about to be fork load of bullets, don’t want any one of them grazing your face.” Boothill muttered over to you. And you realizing what was happening and what he was going to do, you played along, slowly sliding under the table as he took out a gun. “‘Bout time these motherfudgers showed up.”

It didn’t take two seconds and hell broke loose.

You felt bad for the bartender.

Patrons screamed and some women ran out as you heard gunshots, and suddenly you felt the urge to poke your head out of the table to see the action. It wasn’t like you’d die if a bullet hit you, it would be embarrassing for an Aeon to die by a mere bullet.

You whistled, then gaped as you witnessed this absolute unit of a man literally moonwalk his way out of the bullets. You felt like a little kid watching an action movie, except you had front seats, and this was very much reality.

“Behind you!” You warned Boothill, and he made a show of shooting the lackey (that you now recognized was an IPC grunt) in a way that got you clapping with joy. “Beat their ass mister! Fuck ‘em up!” You cheered, and one of the grunts tried coming for you instead. You weren’t a coward though, and instead grabbed a chair and threw it as hard as you could.

You heard a grunt and a really ugly crack that you know that definitely wasn’t the wooden chair. “Eugh.” You cringed, feeling a little bad about co-signing the man’s obituary but coming for you with a weapon in hand was just natural selection waiting to happen.

Now that you were out of the bag, you grabbed another heavy chair and decided you’d give Boothill an easier time by helping. “I don’t know what’s going on, but damn I feel bad for the owner of the establishment.” You said loudly through the sound of gunshots, Boothill laughed again as another man had been shot down.

“Yap later darlin! You should worry about the side of your fudging head first!” Just as he said that, you threw the chair at one of the final three lackeys. And like the other one who you took out, this one too went out to board his one way ticket to god.

The establishment had gone completely quiet aside from your breathing and the sound of Boothill’s engine quietly whirring.

“Is it over?” You asked, hopeful.

“Yep.” The cyborg drawled.

You released a sympathetic “oof” at the state of the tavern though. “This place is a wreck.” You said flatly.

“Don’t worry too much about that, they’ll take care of it.”

“Okay….” You exhaled. “Wow.. that was.. a lot.” You eyed the bodies, frowning as you prayed your default appearance won’t end up in a wanted poster. Scratch that, it probably would.

“Didn’t know you’re darn crazy like that though.” Boothill spoke, patting off the nonexistent dust off of his pistol.

“Yeah sorry.” You muttered, then clearing your throat. “I felt bad for them but I realized they’re capitalists for a certain corporate office. They can go die in a ditch.” You shrugged, you don’t grieve this time, maybe you would at some point in the future when you’re wiser.

“Also, it wouldn’t hurt to help a friend out I think.” You said, though you’re uncertain as to how Boothill would react to such a sentence.

“Oh fudge me sideways, care to shake my hand? The name’s Boothill.” He grinned, teeth sharp like a shark’s as he held out his metal hand for you to grasp.

Oh I know very well who you are, you thought, not that he would ever know that. You grasp his hand and introduced yourself, happy that he actually likes you.

You eventually had to part ways with him for the day, having each other as contacts through the phone (Welt was kind enough to give you one of your own) so you could keep in touch.

You ended up spending the remainder of your time in that little town looking around for souvenirs to pocket just for Pompom. Now where did you get your money? It’s a little mean, but you looted them off of the IPC bodies.

It’s blood money, but it’s money regardless. And if the people who initially owned it were rich and dead? Then you don’t have to feel bad about pocketing it, you were free to do as you wanted.

Getting back to the parlor car was easy, making your presence known to the beloved little conductor who very much anticipated your presents.

“[Name], where’d you get the money to buy all this?” Welt asked as he inspected the personalized mug you gave him. (It was a neat wooden mug with his name carved on it, Himeko had one of her own too.)

You merely smiled innocently.

Welt sighed, he shouldn’t have asked.

———————-

Part I, Part II (HERE), Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII….

AAAND THATS A WRAP UP FOR THE CHAPTER FOLKS! And yes, reader is a litttle unhinged (curse being a cosmic entity, they’re a little dubious as a treat). And YES they’re a big Boothill fan (like me), like come on who doesn’t wanna hang around a cool space cowboy who has a censored vocabulary of a COD lobby?

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SUFFERING. — In which Yaoshi's child is wounded.

— trigger & content warnings. mildly graphic depictions of wounds, mild blood, mentions of fainting, both yaoshi and the reader operate on questionable morality at best.

— pairings & notes. hurt/comfort. yaoshi & emanator of abundance!reader. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). when yaoshi cries, it has a direct effect on those who have come into contact with the power of abundance, including xianzhou natives. 2.1k words.

— author's thoughts. pov lan and yaoshi are divorced parents and their children are fighting. i am very normal about yaoshi i promise 🫶 i made shit up for this fic fr, i am working with CRUMBS you guys 😔🙏 ik from experience that the yaoshi nation is starving so i offer this to my fellow aeon of abundance enjoyers <3 side note, writing two characters with they/them pronouns is so hard LMAO??!??!?!

       Stars dance behind their eyelids every time they dare to let them drift shut.

       The universe is an ever-expanding blur of stars and planets that seem to dance and spin the longer one gazes at them—that, of course, is a natural given.

       ...The stars behind their eyelids are, however, not a given; those are most certainly not meant to be there.

       Their chest heaves, lungs aching and burning as if lit on fire when they painfully expand to take in as much air as possible, lightning striking across their chest and side when they breathe just the slightest bit too forcefully.

       Blood drips from their side—slowly, thankfully, but they've lost so much at this point that it really could not have mattered less if the flow was slow or rapid. The amount lost would have remained the same, nevertheless, because their body vehemently refused to heal the wound that should have been gone within seconds. Minutes, at the absolute most.

       Whatever the Xianzhou Alliance had done to them was terribly effective, delaying their inhuman capacity to heal instantaneously and causing their body to convulse fiercely whenever they tried to force the healing to proceed. It was... less than ideal, but they'd try not to hold it against their siblings.

       (The Xianzhou Alliance just does not see it, does not see anything, the way they do, unenlightened and led astray by the Aeon Lan. That's fine. Perhaps one day they will all come to their senses, snap out of the misguidance, and recognize Yaoshi's benevolence.)

       The ground sways beneath their feet.

       A gasp is torn from their throat as they trip over themselves, ankles snapping inwards, unable to support the weight of their body any longer. Trembling, bloody hands shoot out in a weak attempt to catch themselves, and—

       "Beloved child..."

       —and they're fine, situated on the floor without ever having to fall to get there. The growing cold knawing at their flesh is chased away. Soothing warmth takes its place, and their wounds don't seem to throb as excruciatingly as they did before.

       They're certain that they are no longer where they were before—not hopelessly, blindly stumbling along a familiar planet in hopes of reaching one of its civilizations before the blood loss got to be too much for their body to handle, before they fell unconscious and helpless to the whims of the universe surrounding them.

       (Of course, it wouldn't have killed them. The fainting alone was fairly harmless. However, doing so out in the middle of nowhere while bleeding and wounded was not an ideal fate for any creature to experience. Maybe the blood loss would not have killed them, but if something else of equal or greater strength to them discovered their unconscious body when they were that vulnerable...)

       They're... elsewhere, now, though they haven't the slightest clue where. Truthfully, it mattered not. All they were concerned with was whose side they were at; they were earnestly grateful that their parent had sensed their suffering and seen it fit to bring them somewhere safer.

       Tones soft and saccharine yet richly smooth and vaguely rumbling with the power of something ancient danced across their skin; the sound alone was enough to send a shiver up their spine and to raise goosebumps on their fragile, bleeding body. Undertones of pity and sorrow overwhelm the voice—if it had belonged to a human, perhaps they might say it sounded more akin to horror and shock.

       Actually, now that they thought about it, the chills may have very well been the blood loss... it was hard—if not downright impossible—to tell at this point.

       ...Not that it mattered, of course. Now that they were here, any suffering their child had unfairly endured would be undone and amended.

       "What have they done to you?"

       An unsteady hand dares to reach out to them, and the deity's face twists, displeased, in a way their child cannot quite describe. The flash of displeasure makes them worry through the dazed fog of blood loss that they gesture was unwelcome. Their gaze is quick to move elsewhere—looking so bodly at Yaoshi's face has always felt rude, anyways, so they're quick to look away at even the most minor allusion to disapproval, even though something at the back of their mind reassures them that their actions are hardly the cause of the Aeon's unrest.

       As fast as the concern arises, it dissloves into nothing.

       They did not even have the chance to shift, to pull their arm back, before Yaoshi takes their hand stained wine red, and bestows a tender kiss upon their aching knuckles. The pain is washed away in an instant; there was no trace of it ever having been there in the first place. No lingering ache, no soreness, just relief.

       Sanctus Medicus' touch alone—let alone their kiss—causes their body to have a reaction. The most concerning wound of all has begun closing, skin stitching itself together anew, even without the Aeon extending any of their power to do so. Simply existing in the deity's presence has already guaranteed the preservation of their life. A concern of death did not exist any longer.

       It was only really a halfhearted concern, anyway. Truly killing something like them would have taken an insurmountable showing of strength and wit. The Alliance only injured them; putting a complete end to their life was something their estranged siblings horribly failed to do.

       "G— Guardian, I—"

       A wave of coughs that they cannot suppress no matter how hard they try wracks their body, and they wince, abdomen sharply crying out in protest of the forceful motions. The healing process has not yet concluded, and any excess force or strain put on their body still causes them great discomfort.

       "Speak not," the Lord of Longevity murmurs, chiding, as their many hands gently guide their little one ever closer to their body until their child is strewn across their lap. Blood soaks into the the Aeon's robes, though they pay it no mind and instead opt to focus on the source of it. "Poor, sweet child... how much suffering have your siblings wrought upon you? How much cruelty have they extended? Limitless child, struck down by your limited siblings..."

       The sulking lasts for quite some time, but they feel no compulsion to complain about it. It doesn't even cross their mind once. If anything, Yaoshi's love for them is communicated perfectly through their distraught musings, and the attention makes their little one feel quite embarrassed, if anything at all.

       Embarrassed for not being able to defend themselves? Perhaps, though they would attribute it more to simply being overcome by the ever-abundant love the Aeon carried for them.

       Merciful nails stroke the hair from their face, and the Aeon's tens of thousands of eyes flick across their body, thoughtful and contemplative yet riddled with monumentally expansive layers of all-consuming pity and sympathy. To some, it may have been deeply unsettling to be stared at by something so unfathomably powerful, but they have long since grown used to being gazed at so intently. Yaoshi's affections are not subtle in any way, so having the Aeon's complete and undivided attention on them was an overwhelming feeling that they have learned to welcome with open arms.

       (Well...

       More or less 'complete and undivided'; they're fairly certain that Sanctus Medicus is still keenly aware of everything going on outside of this little oasis, still hearing prayers sent to them, still feeling the pains of death and sorrow that they'll undoubtedly seek out and quell to the best of their abilities in as many societies as possible once they've handled the nasty wound left on their favored child. An Aeon's attention is always divided at least somewhat, but it was not their place to complain about something so inevitable. Divided attention was only natural for cosmic beings, no?)

       It is warm. Peaceful.

       ...But only for a moment.

       Something—disappointment, sadness, perhaps even what could be described as fury—rolls off of the Aeon's being in suffocating waves undoubtedly capable of drowning entire civilizations. It is hard to breathe, somehow even harder than it was when their ribs were collapsed inwards and poking agonizingly at their viscera.

       This is worse.

       In an instant, something deep inside of them shatters, and their chest is seized by the grief and agony of millions and millions of beings. A wheeze is drawn from their chest as any clarity they had slowly gained back is snatched away in a mere second, replaced with terror and pain and screaming, so much screaming—

       Their head spins.

       If not for the Aeon of Abundance's presence, soft hushes and careful nails dragging soothingly over and across their skin on as many areas as they can reach at once, they're certain that these conditions would have made their mara flare. It doesn't, thankfully.

       Something about being held by the very deity who had given them their immortality in the first place soothes that side of them into submission, like a dog kneeling at its master's feet. If they listen closely, beyond the screaming and wailing and pleading for the agony to cease, they can hear adoring yet vague and indistinguishable whispers in the corners of their mind.

       Their mara is sated for the time being, but the storm of despair rages on.

       When the tears begin to fall, it is far beyond their control, impossible to stop no matter how much effort they put into doing so.

       It is immensely difficult for them to see through the hazy blur of their uncontrollable weeping, but their gaze still instinctively shifts up towards Yaoshi's face, the terror and nervousness swirling in their chest growing to be too much. In that moment, they were hardly any different than a child seeking reassurance from their parent; of course, the Aeon was all too happy to provide that to them.

       However...

       To their absolute dismay, though the Aeon's expression remains detached, soft, and thoughtful as ever, they are crying.

       Whatever cracking bits of their will that were still somehow clinging together were shattered beyond repair in a quick instant, and they sobbed harder, pressing close to their God in a feeble and weak attempt at taking some of the agony that their parent endured away.

       Between the sorrow, Yaoshi's tears ignited rage, boiling just beneath the surface of their skin and threatening to consume those who stood in its way. It is one thing to take up arms against them, but to make the Aeon of Abundance cry? It is nothing short of a crime, unforgivable and worthy of only the greatest punishment. If not for said deity's gentle kneading of their skin, easily making the rage dissolve into dazed serenity, they may have very well cut down entire armies, wounds be damned.

       ...But that is blatantly against Yaoshi's will at the moment (and more than likely in general, for such destruction is not in the nature of the path which they emanate), so they allowed the anger to be soothed.

       Concern—what could possibly have made something as incomprehensible as Yaoshi cry? Was it truly what the Xianzhou Alliance had done? And moreover, what can they do to stop it? To amend it without being disobedient?—was there, but they were moreso overwhelmed by absolute horror.

       ...

       Aeons are far above mortality, so far beyond humans and their concepts of everything. Nothing that applied to mortals applied the same to Aeons. They were concepts personified. Living ideologies.

       Seeing a being they had come to recognize as infallible, as the purest form of existence above all other creatures, a being of love and light crying?

       Oh, it sent endless ripples of fear and uncertainty blazing across their skin.

       If their will—the will of someone with a deep and intimate connection to the Aeon, someone who had been spared a beautiful fraction of their strength—was so effortlessly shattered by the Abundance's tears, what were other beings connected to them feeling in this moment?

       ...Far worse things, no doubt, but maybe some of them deserved it.

       (The distant screams, a cacophany of confusion and horror, of their siblings rang in their head. Sick satisfaction brewed in their chest at the sound. If any of the Alliance's fleets were mid-battle, there is not a single doubt in their mind that the entire fight will now be lost and in vain. It is only a small fraction of the pain that they were put through by those people, but it is more than enough.)

       One of Yaoshi's hands pets over their head fondly, and they hum through the tears and pain, eyelids fluttering closed as they press ever closer against the Aeon's collarbone.

       "The actions of your siblings will not go unpunished, precious one," they murmur, leaning down and pressing tender kisses to the battered flesh of their shoulder. Any bruises or scratches in that area disappear miraculously. "The suffering you have endured is unjust."

       "I trust in your judgement, Guardian."

       They could feel Yaoshi's smile against their skin, a stark contrast from the Aeon's tears, burning and stinging their skin yet somehow perpetuating their healing process.

       "Good."

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━━ interlocks

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: braiding their hair ❀ ˎˊ- characters: nanook, yaoshi, lan, xipe ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe ooc charas, but otherwise, none! just a bunch of fluff :) ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: this is my cooldown fic from the dan feng one HDFSIJK after this (and maybe a jing yuan fic if i feel like it) it's event time baby !! xipes is kinda short tho bc idk how to work w them so far so BHFDS not exactly happy w it but ehhh

Nanook closes their eyes at the feeling of your fingers sifting through their hair. It's rare to see the usually violent Aeon so at ease, especially in a domestic situation like this.

Their hair is soft, but incredibly messy. Even still, it isn't so bad so that you couldn't work with it. Nanook watches you languidly as you braid, not minding if you mess up one or two times.

When one of the Ravagers enters, all Nanook needs is to stare at them from the corner of their eye to drive them off. This is their special time, after all.

You comment on how much they seem to enjoy this. They merely nod before closing their eyes, allowing themself to immerse themself in your ministrations.

Yaoshi only allows you on the basis that they get to decorate you as well. It's only fair, after all. And with their multitude of arms, it won't be an issue.

You end up sitting on their lap, braiding the locks that drape over Yaoshi's shoulders as they hold you with two arms, and style you with the rest.

Yaoshi's hair is incredibly easy to braid - it's almost as though you're working with silk rather than hair. The Aeon hums a little tune from a world unknown to you as they decorate you with ribbons, jewelry, flowers, whatever they could get their hands on.

By the time you're finished, Yaoshi was already cooing at how adorable you look, all dolled up. They praise you for your work, petting your head, but they prefer to pay attention to you rather themself.

Let me just say. Lan's hair is the absolute best to play with. It's just so beautiful, with the way it glows in different colors when you move it. It reminds you of one of the many moons in the universe.

Lan rarely stands still, so you're likely either sitting on their back (horse part ???) while they run throughout the galaxies, or they're sharpening one of their arrows while you work. They love the feeling of you messing with their hair, especially since they have so much of it.

However, your hairstyles usually don't last long, unless you braid them extremely tight. They typically become undone in the next few minutes due to Lan's constant movement. Lan apologizes the best they can, but they're always willing to let you try another hairstyle, now that you have a blank canvas again.

Xipe is... Difficult to work with. They have three (possibly four if they have one in the back) heads, each with their own head of hair. So if you're braiding only one's hair, be prepared for the others to begin complaining. What goes to one head goes to all, remember that.

It's hard work, but don't worry, Xipe rewards you later on. They grant you a kiss from each head, singing you gentle praises for your labor.

They're also quick to show off to their followers, with Family all rejoicing and cooing at the "blessing" given to Xipe by their lover. Braiding and styling becomes part of their customs as a show of affection for one another.

Meanwhile, you're just standing there in confusion, because all you wanted to do was to have a little quality time with your lover.

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God is a woman

Not sfw. +18 under cut.

Fem!reader x Ei (genshin), fem! reader x Yaoshi (hsr)[them/they used for Yaoshi] , fem! reader x Tsarista (genshin)

General masterlist

Ei

Surrounded by complete darkness you concentrated on buzzing sound of Electro element around and feeling of multiple hands on your skin. Some of them were holding you up in the air, protecting you from the fall as if you were made of fragile porcelain, delicate and beautiful treasure to cherish and hold gently.

Other ones held your shaking thighs apart, giving another hand a chance to dive in between your wet folds and mercilessly stimulate your most fragile spot. You felt slender fingers of Raiden Shogun's boss form brush through your hair too keep them away from your face, so your lover can see just how much pleasure her creation gives you.

Light invaded your eyes out of nowhere. Ei gestured Raiden Shogun to take down your blindfold, so she could enjoy the teary look in your eyes. You admired powerful Goddess in front of you. She sat on the throne in her own realm, here she was fully in control and you were completely at her mercy, but you didn't mind in the slightest.

Even now, when she treated you like a doll and watched you getting teased into oblivion with domineering expression on her face, you could see desire in her eyes and the way her thighs rubbed against each other. She was just as impatient as you were.

She got up lazily and slowly approached you, seemingly showing of her self-control. Next thing you know her lips were attached to your hardened nipple, sucking with just right amount of intensity, getting the cutest moans out of you. You wished you could play with her hair, but hands holding you up kept you in your place. Ei left love bites all over your chest, marking you as her darling.

She ordered mechanical hand from between your legs to leave it's place. At first you whined, missing it's vibrations against your most sensitive spots, but as soon as Ei picked up her katana and carefully pushed it's long handle inside of you everything was forgiven.

She watched intensly as it stretched your wet hole, bullying your fragile cunny. Her hand went a little bit faster each time, fucking you with soft handle of her weapon till you couldn't take it anymore. You whimpered and prayed to Electro Archon so she will let you cum. In response she gazed at you with endless passion and kissed you deeply.

- Don't worry, Dearest. We have eternity to please each other, so there's no hurry, right?

Yaoshi

Yaoshi always wanted to keep you near themselves, craving to shower you with affection and gifts. After all they were Abundance itself, how could they not adorn your body with gold and precious stones? How could they resist the need to feed you the sweetest fruits of themselves and keep you eternaly alive as a prove of their love for you?

So they placed you on their lap and hand-fed you sweet, red fruits, licking up any juice that spilled on your chin or the corners of your mouth. You inhaled Yaoshi's herbal scent, something in it made you feel so alive, so full of vitality. You made yourself comfortable, observing planets of the known universe turn around the stars as Yaoshi sustained the life inside of you, just so you could keep them company in the space.

Sudenly you felt them move a little bit under you, their thigh rubbing deliciously between your thighs. You look up to see playful smirk on their face. Their claws gently scratched your sides, leaving barely visibly marks. One thing about Yaoshi was that they never had enough. Never enough of abundance, never enough of life, never enough of you.

So they played with you again, they just had to fulfill every single one of your needs and wants and then to give you some more. They didn't care if they overstimulate you when they kissed your neck and teased your soft chest with their skilled hands.

The other pair of their arms wrapped around your waist. When they heard your high-pitched moans their hands moved lower, grabbing your hips and moving you on their thigh. Wet sounds of your arousal were like music to their ears, like the most beautiful prayer Aeon of Abundance has ever heard. They smiled gently, determined to give you so much pleasure you will have no choice but to belong to them for the rest of your eternal life, too weak for them to get up and run from their generosity.

You were so close to your release you couldn't stand the heat between your legs, so you moved on their lap on your own, desperately humping their thigh for their entertainment. They clenched the muscles of their leg for you to get off faster, and you did, flooding their skin with your juices.

- You are so good to us today... - Yaoshi giggled, collecting some of your slick with their fingers and putting them in their mouth. When sweet flavor invaded their tastebuds, they knew they could never had enough of it. Yaoshi just needed to keep you all good, sweet and obedient in their lap and feast on you till the end of the universe itself. If they keep your mind clouded with pleasure they might achieve just that.

Tsaritsa

You shivered, despite a pile of blankets on top of your body. Was there not a single warm chamber in the whole Zapolyarny Palace? Or maybe you just prefered to pretend it was Snezhnayan freezing cold that made you tremble instead of anxiety. When Tsaritsa herself noticed you on the stage during your opera performance and asked you to join her later for a private show you were absolutely shocked. You of course quickly came to your senses and agreed, but now you were haunted by second thoughts.

You came to the palace two days later, when you've been informed Her Majesty was free to meet with you in the evening. Servants guided you straight to her bedroom, not even trying to conceal their ruler's intentions towards you. Minutes passed and you were left on your own, waiting for her to appear and show you how to serve her. The walls upon the bed were decorated with embroidered tapestries, not knowing what else to do you admired intricate patterns in silence.

- Do you like them? - voice as cold as the wind howling outside the window broke the silence. You immediately turned your head towards it's source. She arrived. You didn't even hear the door open. Tall woman with sharp features and waist-long hair looked down at you. In her eyes you noticed certain hunger, need to devour. Yet, she seemed patient. As if she was so sure she will soon own your body and soul for the rest of your life, that there was no need for her to hurry. Instead she decided to slowly relish in the feeling of control she had over you.

- I think they are absolutely stunning. - you finally answeared. Your voice came off small and shy, it wasn't usual for a singer to sound like that, but who could blame you for feeling a bit weak in front of an archon? She smiled in encouraging way, but it didn't reach her sharp and cold eyes.

- I made them myself. I can't rely on opinion of my servants when I try to get better cause they aren't honest out of fear, but you aren't like them. Why are you so surprised my dear?

- I just didn't think Your Majesty would find enough of a break in her tight schedule to make something so time consuming. - you admitted.

- I always take some time off to enjoy art, as you could see the last time in opera house. - she approached the bed you rested on and sat down on it. Tsaritsa put one hand under the covers and rubbed your feet with her cold, soft fingers. You inhaled sharply at the sensation. Ignoring your visible tension she spoke up again. - So, my dear, which one of them do you like the most? I might give it to you if you behave well tonight.

You blushed and turned your eyes away from her. She tickled your feet a bit and you giggled, finally turning your gaze back at the wall.

- I like the one with two fat cats in front of the fireplace. It's so cozy. It's almost strange, that Cryo Archon would create something so... - you hesitated for a second. You were sure she knew when people weren't completely honest so you decided to tell the truth. - So lovely and warm.

- Ah, yes. I don't seem very loving to my people, do I? They don't know my heart. Or remember who I am apparently. Don't they know I am Goddess of Love? All I ever did was for them. Even if they can't see it yet. - she sighed so heavily, as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. You were scared that you said something wrong but before you could apologise she continued - But tonight, it's you I want to concentrate on. I need to take some things off my mind and you look like you can help. Do you want a taste of my love, my Songbird?

Trying to avoid any more mistakes you nodded your head fast, hoping to relieve her heavy heart with your submissive attitude. She dived under the blankets and between your thighs, pulling your panties down. She put your legs on her shoulders and licked between the folds of your pussy, up to your clit. She licked it fast with the tip of her tongue and sucked on it right after, making your beautiful voice sing praises for her. It turned her on so much she became feral, eating you messily, not caring about your juices driping down her chin and on expensive sheets.

- Go on, sing for me. - she commanded, then she fucked your hole with her tongue, making your thighs shake and your toes curl. She skillfully twirled her tongue inside of you, going faster with each one of your moans. You never thought an archon could be so greedy. The praises you sang with your melodic voice made her want to keep you forever, like a canary in golden cage. Your pleasure reached it's peak, and you came on her tongue with the most beautiful moan this palace has ever heard, loud and sweet.

Tsaritsa swallowed any juices that squirted into her mouth with gratitude, getting incredibly wet herself. When you calmed down a bit she crawled over you, with blankets covering you both and her face in front of yours. Her breath tickled your face.

- My Songbird, this was incredible private show. May I repay you for this wonderful experience? - she purred seductively right into your ear. You couldn't find your voice so you just nodded. She looked at you with pure satisfaction as she put your knees on her hips and pressed her warm, wet core against yours.

At first she went slow to not overstimulate you, lazily grinding her pussy against your, making your clits kiss each time she pushed forward. She hid her face in the place between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent that relaxed her so much. Her hands caressed your sides, soothing your mind until it was filled only with her and every doubt you had was forgotten.

Once she was sure she has you the way she wants, submissive and in perfectly relaxed state, she moved faster. Grinding intensly against you she whispered sweet nothings in your ear, leaving trail of kisses on the side of your neck and your shoulder. Your nails scratched her back but it only urged her to go harder.

She came when you did, feeling of your core pulsing rhythmically against her pushed her to her own release. You didn't expect her to whine your name out in delight but apparently she likes to surprise you. Everything felt so warm and sticky and so right. Your little paradise in the land of ice and snow.

As soon as your breathing evened out you cleared your throat. You noticed your arms and legs around her, ashamed of clinging to your archon so much. She kissed you red cheek and got up, covering you in blankets. She fixed her clothes and opened the door. You thought she was about to leave you alone, but then you overheard her speaking to the maid outside.

- In a few hours we will leave the bed. Get the bath ready for us then. One more thing. Take the tapestry with two cats off my wall and hang it in the chamber right next to mine. I hope soon we will move the rest of y/n's things there as well.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Honkai Star Rail Masterlist

SAGAU with Creator!Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Isekai'd Into Honkai As A Fallen Aeon

Part 1

Imagines, Oneshots & Headcanons

From Me, To You... I Am Sorry (Boothill x CreatorInHiding!Reader)

Prologue

Part1, Part2

Silly Aeons, Humans and a Tired Creator (Various x Reader)

Cherished, Loved and Found (Sunday x Creator!Reader)

[bundoesnotcompete]

After perishing on the battlefield saving your people, you die in your lover's arms. Except you wake in field of flowers, and your lover is now an aeon. Reunions begin.

Not proof read. 1500 ish words. Canon? Don't know her.

The last of your people were fleeing from the devastated surface of the planet you lived on when you recieved the blow that was sure to be fatal. The hoard had finally arrived and broken through what defenses your people had set up. As one the last defenders of your people, you kept your oath to defend those who fled away from the insects that invaded your home. Your singing lullaby kept your fellow soldiers fighting and allowed hope to bloom.

The abomination in that you were fighting scored a lucky blow to your stomach which was guaranteed to be fatal. Even if someone managed to drag you to safety and healed you, it would do nothing. You managed to retailate and destroy the beast in front of you, but that was all you could do as you collapsed.

You could hear the voice of your love calling for you as you fell. The sounds of fighting continued around you and you could hear quick steps approach you. You felt four hands feel around you and hold your stomach wound. Your vision was so blurry.

“No. No. No. Don't do that love. I can fix this.“ You heard then say as they lifted you into their lap. You could make out blond hair in front of you. “Its alright, relax. Yes that's right. Wait, no.“ You felt yourself fading so quickly. Their comforting voice lulling you into the dark waters of death. You could hardly feel their tears on your face or how their arms tightened around you. You could hear them saying something, but you did not know what it was as darkness took you.

A bright sunny sky was what you woke to next. You shouldn't be awake. There was grass underneath you that hadn't been there before. When you looked to your right, you weapon was still there. Young trees and shrubs littered the planet around you. Thick carcasses of the insects you had been fighting were devoured by the nature around you.

You took your four arms and shoved yourself into a sitting position and off your healed stomach. Your hand felt across the tender wound. It was scarred heavily. When you turned your head you felt something heavy on your skull. You felt them.

“Horns? Antlers?“ You muttered, shock filling your face. You stood and grabbed your weapon with your lower arms, taking in your sorroundings. “Yaoshi!“ You called to your love, hoping they'd be out there. Empty fields and wind answered your call. You armor was still filthy and was covered in wild flowers.

“Yaoshi! Is anyone there?“ You called again. The wind merely sighed a gentle breeze, waving the blooming field in front of it. You wondered aimlessly for hours until you reached a river. You body had undergone mutations. Thick antlers protruded from your skull. You were stronger, faster, and more ideal in body. When you were bathing, you had cut yourself on a rock and the wound had healed near instantly.

Once you were bathed, you cleaned your armor and put it back on. You wondered for days, surviving off berries and fruits. The bushes seemed to lean into your touch and blossom in excitement. It was weeks before you happened upon any civilization.

“Excuse me!“ You called to a patrol you happened to spot. The men had turned to you and shock colored their features. You approached where they had stopped and gave a short bow. “Do you happen to know where I am?“

The men in front of you did not reply and only when one seemed to shake himself out of his stupor did you get any reaction. The first man knelt in front of you and the rest soon followed. What were you supposed to do? You motioned for them to stand and they spoke in a lamguage you did not understand. You could hear alarms whistle in your mind. You spent ten minutes convincing them with gestures to take you to their village.

The village recieved you warmly. They bowed to you like you were meant to be worshipped. They stared and whispered amongst themselves. The village was incredibly small. It only had a few dozen houses and shops in it. You were led to the center of the town, where a small chruch-like building sat in front of the biggest tree you had ever seen. They ushered you inside. It was a homely place with what seemed to be cushions to sit on. The odd statue the sat in the fronr caught your eye.

Another voice, feminine from the way it sounded, caused you to stop staring and turn to it. The woman you faced was dressed more like what you were used too. The thick branches the came from her skull and flowers growing on her skin was what you noticed first. The men said something and color left her face.

She approached you slowly. Kneeling in front of you, she took your four hands in hers.

“Oh Protective Consort, it is an honor to meet you.“ She bowed her head in reverence. The others behind her had joined her on the floor. “Our Savior will be pleased to know that you have woken. THEY have waited so long for your return.“

Your weapon weighed heavily from where it was sheathed.

“What are you talking about?“ You asked, horror and confusion building in your stomach.

She looked up to you from where she sat on her knees in front of you. Reverence and devotion poured from her in waves. The flowers were blooming on her skin, whereas before they remained shut.

“I was but a child when the hoard came. I was oh so young. Then, THEY came for us, saving us where no other aeon tried. THEY blessed us with gifts of life and love. I grew up hearing stories of you once we managed to settle back down. Your call of help saved us from absolute destruction.“ Tears were forming in her eyes. “You've been asleep so long, and we knew not where you could have been. But, now we can reunite you with them. If you will follow me to the great tree, I will gladly reunite you.“

You jerked your hands away from hers.

“I do not know what you talking about. Who your talking about.“

“Our savior, Yaoshi. THEY'VE waited so long.“ You stopped listening to her rambling. Yaoshi? The same one you married? Sweet, kind-hearted Yaoshi? “Please, Allow us to reunite you.“ She held her upper hands out. Whispers in your mind encouraged you.

Go, go, They cried, Come back to us.

As if on auto pilot, you took her hands and she stood. Barking orders in a language you did not understand, she commanded the room and the men left. She gently guided you to the thick, cherry colored tree in the back area of the church.

“Touch it, call for them. They will come. You deserve happiness and comfort in THEIR loving arms.“ She motioned to the tree in front of the two of you and then let go of your hands, stepping to the side as she did so. You ignored the townsfolk who were gathering around the tree in a circle. A decent distance was between you a the kneeling and praying townfolk. Women, men, children had gathered around to pray.

“Yaoshi?“ You quietly asked when you upper left hand touched the tree. The weight of an aeon's gaze was near instantly upon you. You felt an instence exhuastion and allowed yourself to collapse into sleep. You were unaware of the flowers you had disintergrated into as you did so.

You felt safe when you managed to rouse some conciousness back. Arms gently held you and you could hear a familiar faint hum in the background.

“Yaoshi?“ You slurred. Your eyes felt like lead. Vines gently wrapped around you.

“Dear one,” You heard them say, gently pulling you closer to them. “Its been so long. You're safe in my loving arms. No more pain, no more death, no more suffering as long as you are here.“ A hand touched the scarred wound of your stomach and you groaned and the unpleaseant feeling. It didn't quite hurt, but it was not a nice touch. You could hear gentle shushing at your response. You managed to crack open your eyes. It was your love.

Distorted as their image may be, it was so very them. Love was present in their face.

“We have much to to discuss. So many to heal, save, and care for, but for now, rest. Your body is still weak from my power.“ You closed your eyes, trusting them. “We have plently of time.“ You felt yourself drift off. “Forever, if we so wish.“

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